Fic: Welcome (Gen, Bob and Patrick)
Title: Welcome
Author: Mistress Kat / kat_lair
Characters: Bob and Patrick, Gen
Rating: PG
Word count: 417
Disclaimer: See Community Introduction Post
Warnings/enticements: implied d/s dynamics, see Community Introduction Post for further information
Summary: “Who’s the new kid?” Bob asks. - Background piece, takes place several years before the 'verse proper.
Author notes: This too was written for pushkin666 as part of the help_pakistan auction and betaed by dreamersdare.
Bob notices the guy the minute he walks in. Well, Bob notices everyone and everything - that’s why he’s here after all. Bob doesn’t actually mind acting as the unofficial chaperone for the Family evening for the younger members; a lot of the people here he’s known for years and there’s rarely any trouble. It doesn’t look like the new guy is out to cause any either, but he’s still an unknown quantity as far as Bob’s concerned.
He looks over to the other side of the room and catches Gillian’s attention, tilting his head slightly. Gillian smiles and nods in acknowledgement, finishing her conversation before walking over. She, like him, is a few years older than most of the kids in the room, and here to keep an eye on things with Bob.
She’s also a submissive, although not Bob’s submissive. Still, when Bob calls, she comes, appropriately respectful; part of the reason they’re here is to act as role models and thus patterns of behaviour are perhaps more formal, more pronounced than they would be in everyday interaction.
“You rang, Master,” Gillian says, just the hint of a teasing grin dancing in the corner of her mouth.
Bob rolls his eyes at her. They’ve been friends for a long time. “Who’s the new kid?” he asks.
Gillian knows who he’s talking about immediately. “His name is Patrick,” she answers. “Madam Lisa and Sir Tremain are sponsoring him in.”
Bob raises his eyebrows. He knows the couple; they’re friends with his mentor and a cornerstone of the Chicago chapter. If they’ve taken the kid on then he must really be something. He takes another look at the guy. There’s still some puppy-fat clinging to his short frame, wisps of red hair peaking from under his hat. He’s clearly somewhat nervous, but there’s a presence to him that has even some of the older and more experienced subs in the room giving him interested glances - not that Patrick seems to be noticing it.
“Gosh, he’s pretty,” Gillian sighs next to him.
Bob has to agree. There’s a faint flicker of regret at the back of his mind; all that pale skin and a mouth made for sin, it’s almost a shame that the guy is so obviously toppy.
Gillian laughs at him softly, knowingly. “Your loss,” she says, “my gain. Hopefully.” She touches Bob’s hand and makes a formal request: “I wish to be introduced, Sir. Please.”
Bob offers his arm to her, smiling. “Sure, let’s go say hello.”