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“No. I - no, I don’t think so.” Carter shifts, his feet pressing firmly against Travis’s. It feels impossibly intimate. Like they’re home after a long day, talking over wine while they unwind together. “But I also don’t know if I want it only in the bedroom. Like, sometimes it’d be nice to kneel for you again. Or to warm your cock. Maybe to undress you and help you get dressed, too. Not just sex, basically. But I don’t know how that would work.”
“You could ask me for what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Sometimes I don’t want to have to ask.” Carter laughs softly then, shaking his head. “Which makes things… difficult, I know.”
“Difficult, but not impossible.” Travis stretches his legs out so they’re framing Carter, then pulls Carter’s feet into his lap. He strokes a thumb over the bare skin of Carter’s right ankle. “We’ll learn. As long as we promise to openly communicate and aren’t afraid to stop scenes or use safe words, then I trust us to figure out what works for us.”
“I can promise that.”
“And you might need to tell me what you want more often in the beginning. Like now. Maybe you could tell me what you want now. What you want tonight.”
Carter drains his wine for the second time, then puts the glass on the coffee table and climbs across the couch until he’s settled in Travis’s lap. He scoots around, making himself comfortable, and then bravely looks him in the eyes. “I want to be yours tonight. All yours. Like - like I used to be.”
“Then it’s settled.” Travis runs his fingertips gently over the planes of Carter’s pretty face, smiling to himself. “You’ll be mine. All mine. Just like you used to be.”
Travis instructs Carter to go take a shower, clean himself thoroughly, and then return in nothing but his underwear. By the time he’s back, the food has been delivered, Travis has set a single place at the table, and a throw pillow is at his feet. It’s beside his chair, not under the table, and it makes a surprising difference to Carter. Like an echo of their past, but with their mistakes corrected.
Just before Carter can kneel, Travis catches his elbow and frowns at him. Carter’s stomach drops. Did he mess up already?
“Travis?”
“Sir,” the man corrects softly. He gives Carter a smile that lets him know he’s not in trouble. “From this time forward, I’m sir tonight.”
“Is something wrong, sir?”
“You’re thin,” he says, his eyes trained on Carter’s ribs where they’re sticking out on his sides. “Thinner than I thought. You haven’t been eating again, have you?”
“No, sir.” Carter shuffles his feet, cheeks burning. “I’m sorry, sir.”
Sir pushes out his chair and gently guides Carter by the elbow until he’s seated in sir’s lap. “I think we’ve found our first rule for whatever this is we’re doing. I want you to eat three meals a day.”
Carter wrinkles his nose. “That’s not a sexy rule at all.”
“Just like Hunter said, remember? What we want versus what we need. This is the need part of it. You need to eat. To be healthy. To take care of yourself, or to let me take care of you if you’d rather.” Sir starts to stroke his bare thigh with his thumb, nice and soothing motions. “Think of it like this, if you need to - if you’re well-fed, I can fuck you harder.”
Well, when you look at it that way…
“Okay, I’ll eat 3 meals a day, sir.”
“Good boy.”
The words are like warm water pouring over Carter. He melts against sir’s chest, suddenly feeling ten times calmer. “I like being your good boy.”
“Good. I like it too.” Sir presses a kiss to his temple, then taps him twice on the thigh. “Now be my good boy and get on the pillow. We have a meal to eat.”
“Still not sexy…” Carter mumbles. “Promise to fuck me super hard as my reward?”
Sir chuckles, the sound going straight to Carter’s cock. “Promise.”
Feeling much better about the situation, Carter slides off sir’s lap and onto the pillow. It’s incredible how much of a difference such a small pillow can make. Just sliding to the floor would have been enough to have his knees aching at this point back at the compound.
“Comfortable?” sir asks. And what a difference that makes too.
“Very.” Carter smiles up at the man. “Thank you, sir.”
"I never want you to be the bad kind of uncomfortable, okay? Never again.”
Never again.
