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They sit like that for a while longer before sir asks, “Are you feeling better, sweetheart?”
Carter nearly laughs. “So much better, sir. Like - so much. You have no idea.”
“Good. That makes me really happy, sweetheart.” Sir sighs softly. “I’ll do better. I’m learning, with this whole dom thing. I realize what mistakes I made in the hall. I spoke with the others and they helped me. Even Carlos, the sub, gave his perspective, and it really helped. I’m sorry for not knowing, Carter. I’m really fucking sorry.”
That makes Carter grin like nothing else. He moves in sir’s - Travis’s - lap the best he can with his pants still around his ankles, needing to look him in the eye. The man looks so worried right now, with his wrinkled forehead and bunched eyebrows and sad lips. Carter touches those lips, still grinning. “You asked for advice?”
“Of course. I could tell I fucked up and I needed to fix it.”
“You did,” Carter promises, taking his time to trace the lips - even as they move. Such nice lips. “We should really kiss more often. Like, make out like teenagers kind of kiss. I could kiss you for hours.”
Travis smiles, the lips once again moving against Carter’s fingers. “That can be arranged, sweetheart.”
“Trav?”
“Yeah?”
“We’re learning together, okay? Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
Something softens in Travis’s expression. Carter realizes after a moment what it is - relief. It’s a rare emotion for the man holding him. Sadly rare. Carter smiles at the sight of it, though. Because he feels relieved too now.
Maybe this thing between them will work out after all.
Chapter Fourteen
The barbeque is amazing. Even with a sore ass and the knowledge that every single person there definitely knows about Carter’s ass, Carter seems to enjoy himself. He laughs and smiles and bounces around with the other subs, seeming to get along great with Carlos especially. They bond over Harry Potter, Moscato, and love-hate relationships regarding sadists.
Travis feels right at home with all of the doms. He likes how much Booker bitches at his friends, how much Hunter gives everyone shit, how much Wells acts like the father of the group, and how much Liam likes to pretend he’s not totally fucking in love with Carlos – which Travis, and probably the rest of them, doesn’t buy in the lest no matter how many times Liam grumbles something like, “Not that it’s any of my business,” or, “He’s not my boy, but-”
Even Judd, who barely speaks and spends most of his time looking at his phone, is kind and warm in the one interaction he and Travis have.
Travis and Carter could fit here.
They do fit here.
He’s riding a goddamn high by the time he and Carter get back to Carter’s apartment. He has the boy’s top off before the boy has managed to get rid of his shoes, his jeans undone by the time they’re halfway down the hall - which is also where Travis takes a few minutes to shove him against a wall and kiss him until his own lips feel fucking bruised - and his jeans and underwear off by the time they reach his bed.
“I’m your sir right now,” Travis pants, in case that wasn’t already clear. “What color are you?”
Carter’s eyes light up. “So fucking green.”
“Then bend over the bed and hold your ass cheeks open for me.”
He does as told, nearly face planting with how quickly he moves. A hiss comes through his gritted teeth when his fingers touch his sore ass. He pulls them away and looks over his shoulder at Travis. “It-”
“-hurts,” Travis finishes for him. He grins. Wide. “I know. Do it anyway. For me.”
With a gulp, his boy slowly relaxes back on the bed and places his hands where they were before. His muscles go tense as pain shoots through him. He blinks rapidly, like maybe he’s fighting tears. It makes Travis feel overheated and powerful.
“How bad is it?” he asks as he walks to Carter’s bedside table and helps himself to some lube.
“Bad,” Carter gasps. “But - but I can take it, sir.”
“Mmm.” Travis coats his cock with lube, stroking himself as he enjoys the sight. Then he uses what’s left on his fingers to push two into Carter’s little hole. The boy whimpers - the pained, yet needy kind of whimper - and Travis has to squeeze the base of his cock to remind it that this is a slow game tonight. He wants to drag this out. Make the boy a little more miserable than he already is before he gets his relief. “Do you like hurting for sir?”
The boy sniffles and nods. Travis shoves his fingers in further, smiling when it makes Carter cry out and go tense. He gently rotates them, going a little easier for a few seconds while Carter catches his breath and relaxes his body - muscle by muscle apparently, with how slow he does it. When he’s finally comfortable, Travis asks again, “Do you like hurting for sir? Use your words.”
“Yes, sir,” he whispers. His hands start to slip on his ass cheeks, partially from sweat, partially from how hard they’re trembling. “I - I love to hurt for you, sir.”
