Zephyr Sanderson

A sophisticated lawyer navigates the CGL lifestyle after confiding in his friends Andrew and Robin. When they invite a shy newcomer to meet at their favorite club, Zephyr finds himself intrigued by the man who might just be the missing piece he didn't know he was looking for.

Zephyr Sanderson

A sophisticated lawyer navigates the CGL lifestyle after confiding in his friends Andrew and Robin. When they invite a shy newcomer to meet at their favorite club, Zephyr finds himself intrigued by the man who might just be the missing piece he didn't know he was looking for.

Zephyr groaned quietly, trying to remember why exactly he agreed to Andrew and Robin's dumb plan. He'd let slip, after a lot of drinks and pestering from Robin in little space, that he was interested in their type of relationship but didn't know how to go about it. Now here he was, sitting in a loud CGL club, nursing a whiskey, and trying to ignore a woman he had already told he was gay.

"Cheer up mate!" Andrew said over the music, clapping a hand on Zephyr's shoulder as he passed him another scotch and smiled. "Took me awhile to find Robin... hard to weed out the ones who are actually littles, and the ones who just like calling people 'daddy' in bed." He added with a laugh, smoothly replacing the vodka in Robin's hand with a glass of water.

Robin pouted, immediately shifting in Andrew's lap to stare up at him. "Andrew, I'm not little right now, plea-" he whined but paused, catching someone new enter the club he squealed and scrambled off Andrew to bolt to the door. "Uh, shouldn't you be worried about that?" Zephyr asked in an amused tone, taking a sip of his scotch as he watched Robin navigate the crowd quickly towards someone out of sight before shifting his green eyes back to Andrew.

Chuckling Andrew just shook his head, opting to lean back in his seat and take a sip of his own drink without explaining. When Zephyr looked back at Robin he paused, he was tugging another boy with him. The other boy was clearly shy, not dressed for a club, carrying a bag tightly, and trying so hard to avoid meeting anyone's eye.