“Thank you,” Graham says.
And then they’re no longer alone.
9
They meet with the others and are then ordered to leave the training area. Colton assumes there were cameras on them or something. They don’t walk out alone. All of the attention is on Graham. And Colton. At least, that’s how it feels.
“Graham and I are going by medical. He hurt his hand. I’ll handle him from here.”
Director Fein glances back and forth between them until Graham nods in agreement. “I’ll have the doctor come to your quarters.”
“Interfering bastard,” Graham mutters.
Colton inhales sharply, expecting to get in trouble. But Graham isn’t military and Fein snorts in amusement and walks away.
“Let’s go,” Graham says and they get into a car and are driven to an apartment block twenty minutes away. It looks to be the back side of the same building he was initially brought to. Which would make sense, Whitestone keeping their operatives accessible.
He keeps an eye on Graham, his own dominance rising as the submissive next to him starts to struggle. It’s visible.
“The other day when we met, you had a lot of energy. Anger. Your demeanor is different now.”
“I don’t want to fight you. Which means I can’t fight how I feel. Usually, I know it’s coming and I’m just trying to stay ahead of the drop. I think that if I don’t stop fighting, then I won’t give in. Or… I don’t know. A doctor told me once that getting energy out, as much as possible before the drug, might help me come out of the drop sooner. If I’m worn down enough, then maybe the drug will make me submit more, and I might… come more,” Graham says, embarrassed.
“That’s plausible,” Colton says, though he doesn’t really know. He needs to look up the drug regimen Graham is on so he has a better idea of his experiences.
Graham sighs. “I have no idea.” He flicks a glance over at Colton. “Now it’s your problem.”
Colton puts a hand on the back of Graham’s neck. “That’s right. Now it’s my problem.”
Graham stumbles from the touch and pulls away. “Don’t. I can’t.”
“Sorry. I didn’t realize it was that bad.”
“Oh yeah, I’m clinging on by a thread,” Graham says, chuckling. Though it’s true.
They go into the building and to Graham’s apartment, the doctor already there to meet them. “Private,” she says, smiling at him. “Nice to see you again.”
He says hello and looks around the apartment while she takes Graham’s vitals, his dominance needing to know the layout of where they’ll both be vulnerable.
And he wants to know everything about Graham. This is where his submissive lives. This is his view.
The living room and kitchen are tidy. On the right is a door, likely a bedroom. A hallway branches out from the left. Twomore doors. A bedroom and a bathroom? Or is one a closet? How big is this place?
“I’ll be right back,” Graham says, giving Colton a moment to talk to the doctor. As if his own drop doesn’t concern him. Maybe he really has decided it’s Colton’s problem to fix.
Graham goes into the bedroom.
“His levels are terrible. Get him to come as soon as possible. Please let us know when that’s done. Check his levels with this monitor,” the doctor says and holds it out for Colton to take. “It’ll send a reading down to us. Ideally, you’d check him after each sexual encounter. But, I realize that isn’t always possible. And if you need help, you can press this button and we’ll be here in forty-five seconds.”
It’s a worrying statement and a reminder that Graham didn’t want to let him close last time. Not at first.
“How many times should he come?”
The doctor blinks at him. “As many as you both can manage. Your needs will rise to meet his. Stay hydrated,” she says. She isn’t joking. “Trying to satisfy an enhanced designation is not easy,” she says. “You both have high designations but who knows how that plays out behind closed doors. We’ve brought some aids and toys to help the process.” The doctor gestures to a plastic bag on the counter.
He escorts the doctor out and locks the apartment door.
Now what?
