How do you think Bobby handled subsitting over the Olympic break?
Hi anon! Since Benny wound up joining the Olympic team, only Mackie and Forsling were split up for the Olympic break. I wonder how Bobby and Mackie got on while everyone was away... Enjoy below 😉
Benny snorts. "What if they don't call?" He asks quietly. Reino is silent, for a moment. "Then you get to come with me on an all-expenses trip to Milan," he jokes. "You'll take me?" His hands are stuck fast in Reino's shirt. "Of course, baby. Where you go, I go, and vice versa," his dom soothes him. He shifts them, leaning against the headboard, and wrapping a strong arm around Benny's back. "Although you might just want to relax here at home with Bobby." He smooches Benny's nose, then runs a hand over Benny's head. Bobby would let Benny put his feet in his lap while they watched Reino and Marchy on the television, Mackie jabbering away in excitement and fetching them drinks.
excerpt from FOS forfeit files: More than Gold
“Forsy, Forsy, Forsy!” Mackie scrambles down Seth’s townhome steps and launches himself into Forsling’s arms.
He takes a knee, cupping his sub’s curly hair. Mackie is vibrating with energy, deeply tanned, warm, clean-smelling, and tucked into Forsling’s chest.
He presses his nose to the top of Mackie’s head.
“Welcome home,” Bobby offers, smiling. He sits at the top of the steps. “First dom back.”
Forsling snorts. “How’s been managing Jonesy?”
Bobby huffs. “Unmanageable. Calling Lundy at all hours of the night. Arm in a sling. He’s with rink doctor, now.”
Forsling stands, squeezing Mackie’s middle. “That’s good to hear,” he offers.
“He went for advice on Lundy, who was sick in Milan,” Bobby says dryly.
“For goodness sake,” Forsling mutters. “How were you for Bobby, baby? Were you a good boy?”
Mackie squirms, and Forsling lets him go.
“Yes,” he grins brightly. “We watched you play! You were amazing! And we worked out, and Bobby made me an omelet, and we organized the front closet and the pantry.”
Bobby ruffles Mackie’s curls, smiling. “Good kid. Very helpful around the home.”
Mackie beams.
“Well-behaved for his maintenance spanking, too,” Bobby continues. “Only fought me a little. Told him he could have a warm bottom, or warm tea. He was a good boy and made his choice.”
Mackie flushes fire-engine red.
“You know I don’t like tea,” he says petulantly.
“Really?” Forsling asks mildly, taking Mackie’s duffle bag from Bobby. “I don’t remember you mentioning that.”
Mackie squawks. “I hate the tea, Forsling, I haaate it.”
“The tea Bobby made you?” Forsling teases.
Mackie’s mouth snaps shut. “Thank you for making me tea, Bobby,” he grumbles. “And-“ he flushes red, again. “For my maintenance spanking.”
Bobby smiles. “It was my honor to care for you this week.”
“That’s my good boy,” Forsling praises him. “Go put your bag in the car.”
Mackie hauls it over his shoulder and slinks off to the trunk, still crimson.
Forsling shakes Bobby’s hand. “Thanks.”
Bobby winks. “He was much easier than Brad.”
“Forsy!” Mackie yells from the street. “I gotta tell you all about Cabo!”
Forsling startles. “About what?”
Bobby shrugs a shoulder. “Lots of young teammates left behind. They beg for a vacation," he says casually. "Only for a few days. Seth offered his boat in Cabo.”
Forsling gapes at him.
“How could I say no?” Bobby says flippantly. “We don't want to worry you. I also want a vacation,” he winks. “Ekky and Swaggy no help at all with the children,” he mutters.
The deep laugh comes up from Forsling’s stomach, where the quarterfinal loss had settled. He doubles over at the thought of Bobby, sunbathing on a boat, while their young players chatter and scroll on their phones and splash in the water.
“Thank you, Bobby,” he emphasizes. He claps his teammate’s shoulder. “I’m glad you didn’t pull this stunt on Seth.”
Bobby scoffs. “I would have drugged his tea.”
“Why are you laughing?” Mackie asks him curiously on the way home.
If you want to read how Seth and Lundy got on...
