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JC wasn’t sure when the voices started. They popped up here or there in his childhood, usually egging him on to do something dangerous. His mum use to say that he was playing with an imaginary friend, but the voice was never a solid thing to run down to the corner shop with or to throw sticks in the river with when the other boys in the neighborhood thought he was too weird or creepy to hang around with. The voice never stuck around either so JC couldn’t exactly blame it. And he sounded mad when he did.

After a rather detrimental and insistent period in his teenage years, culminating in one very big adventure that nearly gave his parents a heart attack when the voice demanded that he go all the way to the city for a few days without telling anyone, it disappeared for a long, long time.

But that sweet, familiar persistence came back again one afternoon where they were just leaving a coffee house after a small after-concert rally with the Twelve, or while he was showing Andrew a cat video that one of their online supporters tweeted him, or when he was by himself in the woods looking up at the sun through the sky-- He didn’t know when it started but it was back again and it was itching at his skull like sand stuck behind his eyes.

All he knew was that they needed to start reaching more people. Facebook and Twitter were fine. Tumblr worked. The new Youtube channel seemed to be doing all right but the coffee shops in small towns around their home base? The venues were just too small. They needed to travel, together. All of them.

That’s when he went to Judas with his idea. Err…the voice’s idea. “What if we rented and RV and traveled? We could book gigs everywhere!”

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Nothing ever could have prepared Peter for Mitch. In fact, he was fairly certain that Simon was messing with him until Mindy was hugging him. That pulled him out of his wide-eyed shock and he managed a brief one-armed hug before nodding, watching Simon and Mitch give their quick embrace. Really, Peter was just utterly and completely confused about how any of this had worked because Mitch certainly didn't seem like any kind of sub... or was this what Simon had wanted... or...

He probably had a near mask of confusion about everything happening in that moment and only the hand coming out towards him managed to break him free again. "Ah, nice to meet you." This man was a viking or something similar; they didn't build them that big around here! It was almost like people back home.

Wait- front row? Oh god no. He had been all prepared to hide in the back-- now he remembered those words about what this would be if Mitch was here-- how was he supposed to watch someone get spanked!?

Could his head just explode from sheer embarrassment? It felt like it could right about now.

Simon was well aware that Peter was going into meltdown mode so he offered the younger man his hand and nodded towards Mitch and Mindy. "I think we'll let you two set up. Come on, Petey."

Though Mitch was unreadable, Mindy looked worried. The pair walked away, Mindy holding onto Mitch's arm like he was her prom date, and whispered something to him that left the Viking snorting before he kissed her forehead. As frightening and impossing as he was, he was a softy. Peter would need to learn not to judge people by their covers. That was a lesson JC himself would approve of.

Out in the hallway, Simon brought his hand up to Peter's cheek, careful and affectionate. "We can go anytime you want. I'm not trying to freak you out," he promised, none of the disappointment he might be feeling in his voice.

"...it's way too late on the freak out," Peter admitted quietly, his eyes half closing and unconsciously leaning slightly into Simon's touch. "But-" he followed up with quickly, his fingers flexing once at his side before meeting Simon's eyes, "I want to stay." It was true, what he'd said to Caleb. Even if he still felt uncertain about whether or not he could do this, he wanted to stay here and learn more because it was learning more about Simon.

Actually, what bothered him more was, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." That was worse than his being upset. Things were coming faster than he could process them, and he was trying hard to keep up with the ideas from twenty minutes ago and have them make sense to understand the new input, but he was trying. He wanted to keep trying, as long as Simon was okay with it.

Simon laughed kindly as he pulled Peter against him into a hug. "You're not embarrassing me. Not for even a second. I'm just-- I'm so happy you came with me tonight. It means a lot more than I thought it might to have you here." People of all shapes and sizes and dress were moving passed them into the room and some waved and Simon, who nodded back over Peter's shoulder. They wisely did not approach. Likely because this looked a great deal like a comfort session actually.

When pulled back after a moment, holding Peter by the shoulders.

"The moment you feel like you might die of embarrassment yourself, you tell me. We'll go immediately, all right?" The last thing he wanted to do was see Perer hurt in any way.

Peter couldn't even keep up the pretense and for the moment he had it, sagged against Simon and took that moment of refuge gratefully, putting his head against Simon's shoulder. It felt like a great relief to hear that out of Simon and blindly he reached under he had the back of Simon's jacket in one hand, squeezing back. When Simon chose to pull back, he didn't completely have himself together but he was close.

"Uh," Peter's little sheepish look was returning, something more familiar, "is it now I admit I've already been to that point?" He gave a tiny laugh, a hand coming up to rub his neck. "I don't know how I'm going to make it through some kind of lesson on spanking someone. I've never seen anyone in as little clothing as Cynthia was wearing unless it was on my computer. I'm going to end up introducing myself to people's shoes at this rate."

That might have unintentionally admitted something he didn't mean to which was exactly how far he had gotten with people in the past. Sure, some petting with clothing on, he had gone on dates just... well, he had been raised to believe you waited until you were married to do things and while that notion wasn't a part of his life anymore, it had dictated enough of his younger years. There was that very weird mix of proud and ashamed of his history that came from when you might have even been arranged for a marriage in the kind of family he was a part of, so you didn't go about doing things... or just that sort of normal prudish nature of his family.

Oh. Oh shit.

Simon knew he would ruin Peter. He just knew it. The kid had no idea about himself or about anything else. He was a virgin. He'd probably never been on a real date (the stuff you do in secondary taking girls to movies? Not a date). He'd never loved. Or had his heart broken. He didn't know himself. And here Simon was trying to mould him into something else. Something foreign.

He pulled Peter's hand to his mouth and kissed his palm as he fought his own sickness at all of this and then kept that hand in his own as he pulled Peter down the stairs.

They weren't staying here. They weren't doing this.

"I'm so sorry, Pete. I didn't think-- I should have prepared you more or--". Not said anything.

"Whoa- Whoa!" The change was so sudden that Peter actually did something he rarely did and he fought back- he turned his hand and gripped Simon's hard, showing he did have some strength in that body and tugged back hard enough to keep Simon from pulling him or even going any further. Not what he wanted! His heart was racing as he tried to figure out the best way to handle this and make Simon understand-

With that not-quite-fear born strength, he tugged Simon into one of the side rooms (public, he remembered, since the door was open currently), not even looking around but no one was in it. Instead, he met Simon's eyes and said bluntly, "I would have left if I wanted to leave!" Trying, with a hint of desperation in his voice, to get this all out before Simon either got angry with him for pulling him around or just out right told him to go. "I'm still here because I want to know more, even if I'm overwhelmed-- I want to know more about you!" He gestured around them, indicating the club, the everything up here. "If this is a part of you, then I want to know it. It might take some time but I'm trying!"

Colour Simon surprised. He looked back over his shoulder at the still blush-glowing kid at the other end of his arm and tried to understand what was happening here. Nothing at all that Peter said seemed to be in a language he understood at first because his mind was on protect Peter mode. This didn't seem like the best place to do that right now.

"I... What? Pete, no. We can go back to my place and we can talk. We should have just talked anyway. I don't know what I was thinking. This is too much for you."

In the hall, Mitch's deep voice boomed that they were about to start the demo. But Simon didn't look up.

"I don't want to force this on you." Force and control had to be accepted first. He didn't just want to subjugate Peter. He wasn't that sadistic.

Okay, Simonw asn't getting angry, good. Right step. "You're not," Peter stressed quietly, not hand still tight on Simon's. "If you were, why didn't I just leave with you now? Or walk out of here at any point? Or go running screaming into the night?" He shook his head. "I might not have a clue but... you're not forcing me, if I wanted to leave, I'd leave, but... I'm here because you're here. I want to know more about you. I'm not going to understand this or you if I don't try," he paused in his attempt to explain his own feelings, biting his lip, before shrugging. "Even if I'm so out of my league."

He looked towards the door, then added, "remember what I said earlier? I wanted to see how tonight went, and I still do. I... might not want to sit up front for this demo, I might explode from embarrassment before it's over, but I'm here because I want to be. You might just have to deal with me being like, like this," tapping his chest chest twice, "if we're going to go forward with this. Just- trust me, too, okay? If I want to go, I'll tell you. I haven't gotten to that point though- er- I might need a breather once or twice."

The corner of his mouth lifted, trying to sound a little joking, but still quite serious.

Simon didn't know how to take Peter. He really didn't. No one had ever flabbergasted him so quickly and so fully before, but he let himself nod just the same, smiling with Peter for solidarity and out of pride.

"How about we just sneak in the back then," he offered, letting Peter hold his hand if he wanted to. He wouldn't squeeze too tightly otherwise or force it on him.

By the time they made it inside, Mitch was still in the middle of speaking. He was seated in the purple chair with Mindy kneeling at his feet as she had been before. "Remember to always take the cue from your submissive," he was saying. "If you're in a lifestyle pairing, this will all have been worked out before hand. But the same is true if you're in a scene or participating in play here. Permission, permission, permission. Now. Mindy would never expect me to ask at home to spank her, though she might ask me to spank her if she wanted it. For this demonstration, let's say that she is not my submissive exclusively but is a participant in a scene here. We work out ahead of time what our yes and noes are. Remember. Public play excludes the maybes list everyone! So Mindy. Today I would like to do a scene with you. I want you to lay over my knees and I'll spank you with the flat of my hand and then a paddle and a flogger. Is that all right?"

Mindy smiled. "More than all right." Some of the crowd chuckled and Mitch patted his knee. The woman scrambled up to lay herself over his lap, her feet crossed at the ankles and her arms hanging over her sides. Mitch proceeded to talk his way through techniques and positions, tapping lightly and running the area he hit after a large spank. Mindy was wriggling by the end of the hand demonstration, cheeks pink and gasping a little.

There was no doubt that she was enjoying herself.

Peter... had no idea if everything he'd said had actually gotten through to Simon or once everything was said and done tonight Simon was going to decide he clearly wasn't cut out for any of this and tell him to run along, but he hoped maybe he had managed to properly say his piece. He ended up squeezing Simon's hand tightly, once, before letting go and walking back with him. The back felt like the better location for tonight, and there, people wouldn't see the fact that as predicted, he did end up blushing, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he would have thought. Mindy still had underwear on, even if it was very skimpy under that short skirt, and thus he could more keep his eyes on Mitch and listen.

But he tried to do better than that. Simon had mentioned physical discomfort - was this what he meant? He glanced to Simon on occasion, trying to read the other's expression, but didn't want to be rude and made sure his attention either remained on Mitch or Mindy. Did Simon want to do this? How could Mindy be enjoying it? Her skin looked fairly red and Peter's brow was pinched as he tried to connect things together. He couldn't deny she clearly was but... was that the norm or unusual?

When the flog came out? If Simon was watching Peter's expression at all, a slight look of horror showed up to be matched by a slight wince when the first strike came. That... confused him even more, it looked like it hurt!, then Mindy's reaction confused him on top of that.

"It's velvet," Simon whispered in Peter's ear. "It sounds worse than it feels." But watching such a big man whip such a small woman might not really be Peter's cup of tea. Still, if he stopped to really look at it, the techniques he was using were almost beautiful. There was a circular motion to each stroke and after three blows, Mitch was gentle to caress what had to be sensitive skin over Mindy's thighs and rump. He was speaking about aftercare now, kneeling down with the woman and holding her gently as she snuggled against him for a little while. It was easier to see them from their standing position since both were now currently on the floor.

"What I'd like to do now is invite everyone interested up here. We have a leather sheet to practice on and I'll give anyone that wants to some pointers on their lashing techniques. Or there's refreshments set aside as well. We'll give Mindy a little time to recover and then we'll move onto obedience training."

Simon's face had been relatively passive. Watching others never did it for him.

There was no way in hell he was going up there, and everything in his body language spoke that. Still, he didn't look horrified anymore, even the blush wasn't so bad. Mindy looked happy enough, no one else looked upset, but he couldn't get any kind of read on Simon. It left him biting his lip until he took a breath, remembering Simon told him to ask questions, and asked softly, just for Simon to hear, "I don't understand it. Doesn't it... hurt?" He knew it hurt, obviously, but the question in his question was obvious enough - why did it seem like she was enjoying being hurt?

Though somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered... what would Simon look like if they did that? Still impassive? Calm, like Mitch? Intense? Aroused?

Had to stop that line of thinking quickly.

"It's not a lot of pain. More like-- it's startling. It makes your skin warm and very sensitive to any other touching. A cool hand on hot skin feels pretty nice, right?" Simon's smile had returned. "Remember the part of the body he's hitting too. What's back there? Layers of fat and muscle, right? To give you a cushiony place to sit? If he were to slap your face on the bottoms of your feet with half the pressure, you'd feel a lot more pain. Some people find the rhythm of the slaps soothing. Some are aroused by it. It's personal, Petey. Everyone is different."

Someone Simon knew started to head over and the other man held up a hand.

"I'll find you in a little while, Emma," Simon said because he was with Peter now. And this was the after care to the scene they had been been mentally in. They needed this time together in solitude. "Why don't you touch some of the equipment? It will give you a better understanding."

It felt strange to be called "Petey" in this type of scenario though he wasn't certain why, but he listened intently. In a way, he supposed he could understand the idea behind it. The idea of being slapped in the face or his feet sounded far, far from attractive but... At least he didn't have the connection between the action and his parents, his parents most certainly had never struck their blessed little boy.

At the mention of touching the equipment, he looked towards the front, lips thinning, but what had he said out there? He wanted to learn. Go up there. So he nodded and flexed his fingers once before moving up towards the front of the room, towards the equipment, but didn't quite reach out to touch any of it. Was he allowed to? Not on a play-level but it wasn't his politeness level. Still, other people were up there, picking things up, so he ended up picking up one of the floggers, fingering the material. Would it really not hurt? At least it wasn't leather - that one over there looked like leather, ouch. He ended up flicking one of the lengths of velvet against the skin of his forearm, trying to see if it really hurt or not.

Peter wasn't alone for long. Simon was off to the side, watching him intently even if he did accept someone over to speak with him. His gaze rarely left Peter. Mindy popped over to his side though, more affection than she had been before as she leaned her lead down against his shoulder. "It feels nice, doesn't it? Like someone is wrapping you up in velvet? That one is my favorite."

She hefted a large, waxed paddle up and offered that to Peter next.

"This one is my Master's favorite. When he's really, really stressed out at work, he'll come home and order me to paddle him as hard as I can. It makes my arms really ache but then I don't go to the gym for arm day that week." Mindy could feel Peter's confusion focus on her and she hugged him. "You're so new to all of this! What's wrong? Having trouble separating the sex from it huh? That's most of the hang ups we get here. And that's okay! Porn pretty much dictates that BDSM is all about sadistic and masochistic sex."

Mindy put the paddle back and put her gloved hands on her hips.

"Okay. I want all of your questions. All of em. You probably have a thousand right?"

"Uh." That actually wasn't Peter's confusion at all. He looked towards Mitch, then back to Mindy, then asked quietly, "...wait, you've... paddled him?" Everything so far had seemed very... one sided? Master did stuff to Sub. Unless it was a sex thing? The sheer idea of trying to paddle Simon, or Simon wanting that, was so foreign and seemed so not-Simon that his mind couldn't even conjure the image. ...Did offer him a brief memory of Simon's backside from earlier, though.

"Caleb was nice enough to explain the whole... not always sex thing? So I'm starting to get it-" he frowned, realizing that one part did confuse him, "but not entirely? You, uh," and there was the blush again, "certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself? So how is that... not sex? Just because it isn't," breath, talk like an adult Peter, "something in something else type of sex doesn't mean it isn't sex...?" If someone was getting someone else aroused and knowing that it was going to do that, wasn't it a sex thing?

"Oh that. I like it when people watch. So maybe that's a sex thing?" Mindy giggled. "But it's not like any of that is going to lead to sex. We do that at home and in private only," she said. "I don't mind sharing Master for classes and demonstrations or at parties but everything in his pants is mine." She nodded, her buns bobbing. "And yes, Master likes to be paddled. Sometimes." She shrugged. Obviously Mindy didn't judge.

She knew Peter probably had more questions than that but maybe he was saving them up for Simon?

"If you're just looking for a teacher, Simon really is the best. You're in really good hands, Peter, if you wanted to try anything. Did you like watching the show? Did it maybe you want to try?"

Aaaand the blushing deepened. He swallowed and the sheepishness stayed, but he was trying to keep himself focused on the questions and answers instead of his unease. "I... definitely prefer the sound of that. The private thing." Which probably answered her other questions, too. "I don't... want just a teacher, either." He wasn't sure how much to even tell her, glancing to Mindy's eyes before dropping his gaze again. The idea of someone being... removed from him like that wasn't an appealing. Not when Simon was one of his best friends, someone he cared so much about and trusted.

"It was a good show." Not quite answering her question because he wasn't sure if he enjoyed watching it or not. "I... think not so much on the trying bit, though." A little laugh and a glance towards the people who were getting lessons right now, indicating 'at least not here'.

"Master told me that Simon isn't the sort of guy to settle down. Like, like he's never had a relationship with anyone. He used to take a lot of clients and Master used to be one bit he hasn't actually been with anyone." She wasn't saying this out of the blue or to hurt Peter. She wasn't trying to discourage him either. "But when I saw you with him at the store, I couldn't believe it. I think you're different. Like it wants everything with you. And if that's the case, and you go for it, I'm really, really happy for him. He always has been so lonely to me. Not that he shows it. It's just that he's kind of a great guy. And he's s great friend. He'd give you the shirt off of his back too. But he should settle down. Be good to him, Peter."

"Mindy, leave that poor boy alone and come here!" Mitch called and off Mindy went, skirt flipping up as she half skipped over to reveal still red marks.

Simon let Peter come back on his own, though. And not too long after, the rest of the demonstration with proper kneeling and command words as the fore front of the discuss. And still Simon was more or less impassive.

Hard to read as ever, he was having a little crisis all his own. He liked Peter. He liked Peter too much. It felt one sided now though.

Peter was listening, and at some point had the idea in the back of his mind that 'physical discomfort' was seriously a thing among everyone because kneeling that perfectly for hours on end seemed really painful (though, his mind pointed out, he'd seen JC do something similar, then he had to push that out soooo fast because he didn't want those two things to combine in his head), but in reality? He was having a crisis of his own.

Was Mindy right? That he was different, despite the fact Simon had never had a relationship? Could that really be true?? Simon ... he didn't date anyone? Ever? Get settled into something? Or was it all because of this? He knew Simon was a great guy and a better friend - he would have said that to anyone long before tonight - but Simon... didn't seem the settling down type. Hadn't he been so worried earlier, though?

What if he wanted more from Simon than Simon was willing to give? What if Simon only wanted... this? What if he didn't want to have something beyond that? Hearing Mindy and Caleb talk about it, the idea filled him with dread. He couldn't do that.

But what if he fell harder than he already was... and he wasn't what Simon wanted, either? It would hurt both of them. At least he wasn't someone so blind or foolish as to just do this to make Simon happy, because he wouldn't be and in turn Simon wouldn't be either. He tried to read Simon a few times but that expressionless face didn't help his fears.

When the demonstration was over, Peter knew two things. One, they needed to talk when they went home and they needed to talk seriously, and two, they needed to figure out what they wanted from each other. If it didn't matched up...

Could he do it? Stay with the Twelve, forever watching Simon, knowing that Simon would find other people and continue to do this and his hopes had to be stopped? He would leave before Simon, though he had no desire to in any way, but JC and his ideals were everything to Simon. A reason to fight.

Everyone was brilliantly nice, and though Simon was almost aggressive about anyone approaching Peter, that was only because he had promised not to let anyone touch him. He was going to be keeping that promise. Peter was introduced to many of Simon's friends however, some of whom mentioned studying under him with a whimsical little laugh or a nod.

But Simon was anxious to get home. He was anxious to speak with Peter. They didn't end up staying for the free play session. Simon had doubted that they would have anyway.

"Anything else to drink or... Should we just go back to my place?" At least Simon smiled. His posture was less rigid and formal. He no longer had to play the tough guy. Not that he minded of course. He didn't. Peter was just different though.

"Back to yours," he said, relaxing a few degrees at Simon's smile. It was better to see that the almost frightening impassiveness that most of the night had brought other than those moments of near-equally frightening concern. It had felt... good, that concern, in a way he couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was just good to see Simon care that much for him, selfishly.

He would, as they left, catch Mindy's eye and managed to give her a little smile and a thumbs up across the crowd, hoping she understood that signal for things would be okay. The ride back was quiet, with Peter's head tucked against Simon's shoulder blade and feeling the wind of their ride whisk away the sweat and heat of vinyl pants in a club. When they got back, though, he could feel that faint tension in the air and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to start this conversation or Simon...

But deferred to Simon, unless Simon didn't speak up soon. If it dragged, he'd say something. Anything, at this point. He just... needed to know what was going on in Simon's head.

Simon wouldn't make poor Peter wait. He wasn't going to draw it out. All he did was dig out some take out menus, pour them both some water, grab some wine and join Peter on the sofa. Leather and vinyl against leather sounded interesting, comfortable and warm. Skins touching.

"I usually go for Chinese after the club but we did that already. So you pick. He handed the menus and the water to Peter. "And after we call it in, I want you to tell me what you thought. And how you feel. And ask the questions you've been too embarrassed to ask. We can go from there."

Peter could do both at the same time, so he took the menus and started to peer through them, thinking where to start. To him, the beginning, and end, of it all came to one thing, one major thing, that he needed to know from Simon. So, after a breath, eyeballing an Italian place nearby, he asked. "There's only one question that really matters, and I need to know the truth. Is this about a relationship, a real relationship, or this about... what we saw tonight? Caleb told me he does this stuff with Cynthia and that's it. There's no love, no sex, no... them." That wasn't easy to ask, but he managed, and looked up at Simon when he was done with those eyes smeared in darkness but almost scared about what he might hear.

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Dawww Simon <3

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