Solo log: special delivery for Bradley James
Players only. Four days after Bradley and Louis have their second official date.



The small, plain box arrives one afternoon as he's on-set, and when the front desk at the hotel rings up to let him know he has a package, he doesn't think anything of it.After all, his mum and sister send him things from time to time, and he gets the occasional script, package from his agent, things like that.

This box seems different, though, and when he turns it over curiously, the tiny "L. Garneau" in the return address space makes him grin, wide and unrestrained, before hurrying back to his room and hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door.

Seated at the tiny little writing desk under the small window, he indulges himself, shaking the box a little, smiling at the heft of it, before breaking out his pocket knife and opening it up.

First, a book. It's got a plain cover with a simple pair of handcuffs on it. "S&M 101." Seems fairly innocuous, it's not too big or heavy or intimidating-looking, though there's a disappointing minimum of pictures as he starts to flip through the pages. He sets it aside for now.

Then, a wooden and metal box, with a little key in the lock. He turns it, and opens the metal top.

Inside, a butt plug, like the one Louis had used on him. A bit smaller, perhaps, and clearly brand new. He strokes a finger along the smooth black plastic of the flaring body, the narrow base and the flat end. His mouth is already dry.

Next, a small package with something metal inside. Wicked-looking alligator clamps. Fascinated, he snaps them open and shut, wincing a bit at the click. He thinks he'll stick to the new clothespins he's bought at the local shop, at least until Louis can show him how these can be used without inflicting permanent damage.

And finally, a cock ring. It's smooth metal, this one, and clicks open and shut with a tiny hinge. He imagines its cool firm hold around his cock, his balls, and shifts uncomfortably as he starts to get hard.

It's a tiny little beginner's kit of kink, he realizes, smiling down at his deskful of new toys. Louis has given him just a taste of what's to come, and now an example of some of the accessories. The man might be thousands of miles away in New York, but Bradley can practically feel him in the room right now, with these things he's been given.

Carefully placing the ring, plug, and clamps into the lockbox (there is plenty of room for the book too, he notices), he locks it, and slips the key onto the ring with his others. He picks up the book, and sprawls out on the bed, flipping to the first page.

He's not much of a reader, but he has a feeling that on this subject, at least, he'll be a devoted student.

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