“You know him?” Graham asks, perking up with interest. And almost instantly he’s wishing he could take it back because there’s a blush on Jonah’s cheeks that only means one thing. “You’ve been with him,” Graham says flatly.
It shouldn’t be a big deal. It happens. A Dominant like Colton is in high demand. He’s going to have a body count Graham does not want to think or know about. And the expectation is that Graham shouldn’t mind. Monogamy for designation is a very specific arrangement that keeps a sub and a Dom off limits. But if that isn’t in place, then both parties are considered free agents.
He needs to not care that Colton has been with this young, innocent, nubile young man. His lips are pouty and there’s something about his eyes or his mannerisms that makes Graham think of fragility. How good he’d look crying. Of course Colton would be with someone like him. And he’s several inches shorter than Graham. Much leaner. He still has that look of innocence to him, hasn’t grown into his body completely. He must have gone into the military young to already be transferred to Whitestone.
He must be amazing in the sack. Do anything and everyone. A stress relief acquisition. The boy is a whore. Eager. What Dominants really want and what Graham will never ever be.
This is the sort of submissive Colton chose when he had the option. When Whitestone wasn’t scheming in the background to get the military to transfer him to their organization and assign him to Graham.
“Getting Colton transferred here is amazing. We need to throw you a party or buy you drinks in perpetuity,” the young man says, laughing. Does he even shave?
Graham isn’t sure what expression is on his face, but it must be something hostile because Jonah takes a step back and his face pales. “Oh. I didn’t realize he was monogamous now. I’m so sorry. Sir. If we could just pretend none of this happened, I’d appreciate it. I’ll keep my distance,” he says.
“When’s the last time you saw him?”
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable answering that,” he says, looking around them like someone is going to appear and save him.
“I can have you transferred to a freezing shithole in Alaska if I want to, so maybe you should answer your commanding officer’s fucking question,” Graham snarls.
“A week or two ago.”
Which is like being stabbed. After they’d been together the first time. Before they met for the second time. He has not right to be jealous, but he is.
“Look, he’s a lot to handle and it’s not like I saw him often. I was lucky if I saw him once a month?—”
“Because he saw so many other submissives?”
The submissive gets down on his knees and bows his head, surrendering. It makes Graham want to hit him. “I’m not a fucking Dominant,” Graham growls. “Get off the goddamn ground!”
“You’re angry and your energy… You feel like one, sir. I’m not sure what to do! I swear this was all an accident. I just say stupid things and get myself into trouble and I’m sosorry,really I am. We weren’t a good fit. He needs a lot and I talk a good game but can’t keep up. It won’t happen again. I—I won’t even look at him!”
As if it’s Jonah’s decision to end whatever was between them. Which implies Colton might still see him again. If he had the chance. If it wasn’t going to be his job to fuck Graham to health and happiness.
Rage fills him.
“I’m surprised you’ve made it through the mission without limping. How many times have you been fucked already?” he asks, wanting to be insulting.
Jonah opens his mouth, then closes it again. His brow furrows. Even though they’re both submissives, Jonah likely feels compelled to answer, not just because Graham is higher ranked than him but because of how odd Graham’s submission feels to others.
“I don’t like to say no,” Jonah confesses. “The director brought me over here because I like to say yes. That’s… It makes me happy.”
He grabs Jonah, twists his hands in the young man’s shirt, and yanks him forward, growls the question at him. “How many fucking times did he take you?”
“I don’t know! A lot! You know how he is!” The submissive whimpers and offers his neck. He shoves a hand down between his legs and Graham watches in horror as the submissive wets himself.
Graham shouldn’t be able to affect him like that.
“Oh no!” Jonah cries and then he’s fumbling in his jacket and tapping in the code for an extraction into his phone. Then he sobs, curls in on himself, and Graham is so fucking angry that he kicks the wall.
He hears running and Mack, an older Dominant who really should have fucking retired already, comes barreling around the corner. He takes one look at Jonah and swears.
“Christ, Graham! What happened?” he asks. He takes a step toward Jonah, fists a hand in the submissive’s hair, and hauls him against his groin. Jonah gasps and whines, burrows closer, rubbing his face in the Dominant’s crotch like he’s a dog that hasn’t eaten in a week.
It’s fucking pathetic. It’s everything he expects and hates of submissives. And of course his mind flashes to Colton, to how he’d feel if Colton treated him like that, and he knows he’d love it. Probably rip his Dominant’s pants open and then present his own ass for fucking given half a chance. Which really makes him want to punch a wall.
Because he wouldn’t do it with the eager instinctiveness of Jonah.
“It doesn’t fucking matter! We were talking and then he panicked. We’re both submissives. He wet himself on mission and had to call in his leader.”
