Page 128 of Smart Ass

“You’re such a stalker,” he said out loud.

“I’m obsessed with you,” Oliver agreed darkly.

Ben’s kinky little heart filled up with joy.

“So, uh, see you later.”

Oliver chuckled. “You’re not dressed yet, love. Wear that green shirt with the buttons and the black jeans that make your ass look so hot.”

Ben swore he was never going to be one of those subs who let their Dom pick their clothes. He wasn’t a twenty-four/seven kind of guy. He wasn’t a relationship kind of guy.

He put on the green shirt and the black jeans.

“No,” Oliver told him, “leave that the top button open.”

Ben’s knees went weak at the command. His fingers obeyed before his mind could even catch up. When had he gotten all compliant and shit?

“Mmmmmm…” Oliver gave a deep hum that rumbled through Ben’s chest. “Maybe I should just keep you at home. You could tell Evan you’re going to be late…”

Oh hell, did Ben want that now. He was so fucked for Oliver.

“But I think I’m going to make you go out now anyway,” Oliver said. “I want you thinking about me all morning.”

Ben wanted to whimper, but instead he rolled his eyes. “You wish.”

“I’ll be waiting for you to come back to me, sub.”

Ben scurried out the door before he could make more of a fool out of himself.

Evan was already at the cafe when he arrived, looking at the pastries.

“Hey! They’ve got a goat cheese and cranberry croissant today.” Evan greeted him with a hug.

“I actually just ate.” Ben shrugged. The croissants were good, though. He ordered a chocolate walnut one and a cappuccino, then claimed a table while Evan waited for their orders.

“I should ask Quincy to learn how to make croissants,” Evan said as he sat down. “I bet they’d be amazing.”

“God, can you imagine?” Ben asked, as he took a bite. Everything Quincy made was delicious.

Ben chewed and swallowed. “Hey Evan, does it ever bother you?”

“What?”

“You know, that Quincy makes all your food and stuff?”

Evan shook his head. “It makes him happy. He likes taking care of our apartment.”

It had sure changed as Quincy got more involved in decorating. Quincy’s personality was right out there in a colorful display, but somehow Evan’s quirks and interests came out just as strongly.

“Yeah, but doesn’t it seem, like, unfair?”

Evan looked a little worried. “Do you think we don’t have an equal relationship?”

Ben scrunched his eyes shut. He thought Quincy and Evan were the happiest, most loved up, perfect couple under the sun. “I think you guys have something that really works for you.”

“Ah,” Evan replied. Like that meant something.

Ben stuffed more croissant in his mouth.