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latex mask with a zippered mouth closure. “I’ve been wondering where this was. This thing is great.” With some difficulty he pulled the tight-fitting material over his head, then unzipped the mouth, stuck his tongue out, and waggled it suggestively. “Easy access. See? But then, if you want to shut me up—” He zipped it again.
    “Impressive,” Sam said with a snort. He looked at Nathan, and the two of them shared a tolerant, amused glance.
    “I’ve got all sorts of stuff in here,” Eric said, holding up a couple bottles. “You guys need any leather or latex cleaner, just let me know.”
    Eric was still pawing through his loot as Sam went into the kitchen to see about food. He thought of whipping up some pasta and jarred sauce—not exactly a gourmet feast, but not take-out lazy either. Maybe they even had some stuff for salad lying around.
    “You guys hungry?” he called over his shoulder.
    “Starving, darling,” drawled Eric.
    “What do you want to order for dinner?” Nathan asked. “Chinese?”
    Sam laughed to himself. Nathan would probably order out every night, if he could. Sam grabbed a couple boxes of spaghetti from the cupboard and filled their largest, rarely used pot with water. He was adding sauce to heat in a small pan when Nathan approached from behind and put his arms around Sam’s waist.
    “You’re cooking?” Nathan rested his chin on Sam’s shoulder.
    “Didn’t you know? Boiling water is my specialty. You guys having fun in there?” It wasn’t meant to sound snarky, but Nathan was instantly all apologies.
    “Eric’s a bit of a ham, if you hadn’t noticed. He just tore open the box and started taking off his clothes. I hope you don’t think anything was going on.”
    “Of course not,” Sam said, though he could have done without the defensiveness in Nathan’s tone. He wasn’t sure he was going to forget the nipple clamps anytime soon either. “But I might as well get used to it. Do you… uh… what are you going to wear?”
    “I’ve never been into dressing up. But you, on the other hand—”
    “I’m not wearing one of those gimp masks,” Sam said. “That was way too Pulp Fiction for me. No latex bodysuits either.”
    Nathan huffed a laugh against Sam’s neck. “I was thinking something more basic. Something to highlight your fabulous ass—like a jockstrap.” He cupped the attribute in question with both hands.
    The idea wasn’t unappealing. In fact Sam thought it would be hot. He hadn’t worn a jock since college. “As long as it’s not leopard print, I’m game. And I want to see you in some leather pants.”
    “That can definitely be arranged.”
    Sam stirred the sauce as it started to bubble. “And I was thinking…. I’d like to try something like those clamps Eric had on.”
    Nathan leaned into him and ran his hands up Sam’s chest to pinch his nipples. “Sounds like a great idea.”
    When the water started to boil, Sam kicked Nathan out of the kitchen and asked him to set the table. Eric popped in to model a thong-and-assless-chaps combo, and Sam found himself actually giving thoughtful criticisms. “Yes. The magenta is too much,” and “Sure. A couple studded wrist cuffs would be the perfect complement.” How had this become his life?
    He managed to not overcook the spaghetti too badly, and the three of them watched Jeopardy and ate from steaming, heaping bowls on the couch—just Sam, his boyfriend, and his boyfriend’s BDSM work partner. A regular Hallmark-family moment.
     
     
    SAM GOT up early the next morning. He found Eric awake and puttering around in the kitchen, butt naked.
    “Oh,” Sam said as he rounded the corner and eyeballed Eric’s low hangers. The guy had a full, untrimmed bush, which contrasted with his closely cropped hair up top. “I didn’t know you were… uh.” He flushed and looked away.
    “Hope this doesn’t bother you?” Eric asked. He used his muscular ass to hip-check one of the lower cupboards shut.