Coach Duncan was chatting with Jackson and Trevor in the living room while Clay and Alan spoke outside. He figured they were having some private conversation, and while he was curious as to what they could be talking about, he let them be. Instead, he learned a bit more about the young fiancés across from him. They were passing through the area because Jackson had an art show the past week that Alan had attended with them. Trevor was a hairdresser, even pointed out the cliché himself when he told the man. He learned quite a few other small details about the pair, and found they were both likeable young men. Not to mention made a cute couple to boot. After about ten minutes, Clay and Alan opened the patio door and came strolling in. Alan sat in the recliner near the young couple, Clay came to rest by his Sir's side. Coach Duncan absent-mindedly laid one arm over the boy's shoulder and pulled him closer to rest against his body in a snug embrace. The five spoke on all sorts of random topics and current events for quite some time. Eventually though, Alan set his plan into motion.
"So, Rusty, Clay and I were talking about some of the wild days we used to have in our home bar and he was wanting to see it for himself. There's a big blowout happening this Saturday for the end of Spring break, think y'all could make it?" Coach wasn't quite sure how he felt about that... He really didn't think he'd ever go back after what happened the last time. So he turned to the boy under his arm and asked him.
"You sure about that, Clay? I mean, it can be a lot to take in." Clay knew the man was looking for an excuse to not go, Alan expected as much, but Clay wasn't going to let himself be that scapegoat.
"I think it would be fun, Coach. Plus I can't think of anyone I'd like to experience my first bar with more than you. I know I won't be able to drink or anything, but I'd like to see what gay life in the big city is all about. Please Coach? Can we go?" Clay put some extra emphasis on his "Please." He was really trying to butter his Sir up. But even that wouldn't prevent him from trying to find a reason not to go.
"I'd like that, boy, but what about us? We can't exactly risk being seen together before you graduate, and it's only two hours away... A party that size definitely runs a risk of bumping into somebody who could recognize us. I just don't see how it's worth jeopardizing everything when we could just wait a few months for you to graduate." Alan had completely forgotten about that factor. He cursed himself silently at his mistake, thinking his plan may not work after all... Clay though, was quick to offer a solution, a solution only Coach and himself would've even known about.
"That's an easy one, Coach! I'll just wear my pup gear the entire time. Nobody would ever know it's me under there!" Alan wanted to kiss the boy for coming up with that clever little solution so quickly! He hastily agreed that the logic was sound though instead. Coach was clearly still hesitant, but either he'd have to agree to it at this point, or admit he was really just afraid to go back... He let out a defeated sigh before he spoke.
"Fine... We can go..." His boy beamed up at the older man when he yielded. Alan silently exhaled a breath of relief. Coach had a sly thought cross his mind though, So he continued his statement with a devious smile.
"One condition though, Clay... If you're going to be my pup in public, You'll have to learn to act the part. I won't have you on all fours the entire night or make you drink from a bowl, but you WILL need to do some training. You're going to have to learn some commands, You'll be on your leash some of the time, and you're going to have to choose your pup name so I can tag you." Clay didn't mind the sound of that, So he happily accepted the terms. Coach glanced towards his old friend sitting with a contempt smile on his face. He was certain Alan had something to do with this, not that it mattered anymore. The deal was already sealed.
The five stayed in the living room talking for another hour or so before Trevor and Jackson excused themselves to get some sleep for the drive tomorrow. Coach Duncan showed them to the spare bedroom before he returned to Alan and Clay. It was getting a bit late, so he told Clay to head to the room, He wanted to speak with Alan alone for a moment before he would join him. Clay nodded and turned to Alan, telling him "Goodnight," before heading to the back room. When Coach heard the door close, he turned back to Alan, who still had a smug look on his face.
"I hope you know I realize what you're doing?" Coach Duncan accented his question with a raised eyebrow. Alan only smiled, closed his eyes for a moment, and let his head rest back before he answered coyly.
"I've no idea what you mean, Rusty. Just helping the kid experience some life while he's still young." Coach simply rolled his eyes at the feign of ignorance.
"Riiiigght, well, hope you enjoy sleeping on the lumpy couch, Would you like a longer spoon to stir that pot with next time?" Coach tuned and walked to his bedroom where his boy waited for him. Alan simply smiled to himself and basked in his victory.
When Coach walked into the bedroom, the kid was nowhere to be seen. He assumed he was probably removing his plug finally. He was correct, and a few minutes later, Clay emerged from the bathroom stark naked. Coach eyed the beautiful boy hungrily as he made his way to the bed.
"Everything come out all right, boy?" Clay nodded and spoke to the man as he climbed into the bed with him.
