Not Just a Fantasy
Squeaking, Nix escapes down the hall to his room, with Gideon’s laughter echoing behind him.
He throws his t-shirt and yoga pants off before climbing into the shower, where he washes every nook and cranny twice over.
He’s wet in ways that go further than soap and water; the thought of getting this tiny fantasy fulfilled makes it near impossible to keep a grip on his scent or his arousal.
He dries off before smoothing glittery body lotion over his belly and shoulders.
He’s just finished drying his hair when the first text comes in. It’s followed by three more in quick succession. Nix giggles because he knows they’re from Gideon. He has undoubtedly gotten a look at what is in the garment bag.
Nix giggles, ignoring what are undoubtedly begrudging complaints, instead taking a few photos for Finn.
One is of his belly, still soft from childbirth, and a source of great desire for his partners.
Finn had admitted that it reminds him that Nix carried their children, its marks and swell an outward sign that turns him on.
Gideon, though, said it’s beautiful, reminding him simply that Nix is well-fed and well-cared for.
Two peas in a pod, those two, but they’d never admit it.
The other photo is of his hard dick through the diaphanous material of his flowy pants.
Pinkish-purple pants that match the genie costume he purchased from the same high-end Parisian boutique where Luca had made Gideon’s pirate fantasy come to life all those years ago.
Oh, there have been other costumes, including an angel and a devil, for one very memorable birthday party for Jamie.
Jamie really did have a deflowering kink a mile wide.
He sends both photos without reading Finn’s previous texts, choosing instead to let it build his anticipation.
The genie costume is a replica of one Barbara Eden wears in the vintage television series I Dream of Jeannie.
Nix had stumbled on it one late night on vacation, when Mari had been well into her night owl stage.
Late-night television was a fount of interesting programming, and this was no exception.
A sitcom, Jamie called it, and even with the canned laughter and terrible special effects, rampant misogyny, and inappropriate humor, it had quickly become a secret favorite.
Jamie thinks it’s probably Larry Hagman, or that Jeannie calls him Master.
He knew the show had nothing to do with real culture.
This was pure TV nostalgia kink—Perry Como and pink chiffon.
A tall, grumpy man in a uniform? Bossy and a little too firm?
Paired with a sassy protagonist who everyone underestimates and who has magic at their fingertips?
Well, anyone would—should—add it to their list of must-see shows.
Despite all that, Nix knows it is mostly because Larry Hagman reminds Nix of Gideon Carnell.
Ugh, not physically, because Gideon is beyond gorgeous, where Larry—sorry to say—is just a regular guy, despite popular opinion of the time.
But it’s in the way Major Nelson is with Jeannie.
His care, his sharp wit. His sometimes-shock at being outmaneuvered.
It planted the seed for this dynamic to be played out in real life, with only one person involved in those fantasies… well, maybe two.
Nix’s long game began by ordering every episode on DVD.
Yes, had delivered all 139 episodes, along with a DVD player that Jamie had requested he hook up to the big screen in the main living space, where he encouraged (or, as Rowan complained, forced) his pack to watch with him whenever it was his turn to pick their show.
That’s why text messages are flying fast and furious into Nix’s inbox. Gideon knows very well what that very expensive, entirely fake US Air Force uniform hanging in his room means.
Finally, at the thirty-three-minute mark, the phone rings and rings.
Gideon would never be late, using his last spare moments to ramp up his campaign as a last-ditch effort to get Nix to change his mind.
Nix ignores it instead, putting on the little red push-up bralette that plumps up his pecs, and attaching the little red fez-style hat to his hair. He takes a few minutes to apply his eyeliner and bright red lip before pulling the little pink veil up and over his nose and mouth.
At the last minute, and just as the phone stops ringing, he attaches the delicate waist-chain to his belly ring and his other surprise for Gideon and Finn.
He takes a precious minute to look at himself in the full-length gilded mirror, taking a few pictures and sending them to Luca, Rowan, and, of course, Finn.
6:44 PM Nix
Cant wait for you to light me up inside
Nix laughs to himself at his private joke before putting his phone on Do Not Disturb and checking his fit with a critical eye.
While he’s not as voluptuous as Barbara, Nix thinks he looks good.
The pants don’t have any panties, unlike the original character’s, for obvious reasons, but his skin glows in the low light.
He hopes that despite his insistence on this particular roleplay, his mates will like it.
His timer chimes, and Nix bolts from the room, skidding into the adult nest to finish setting the scene.
The space had always looked sumptuous, but Grayson had woven in a touch of literal magic, and a steady stream of deliveries had done the rest. Now, the entire nest has transformed into a velvet-drenched dream: deep purple bedding layered with satin pillows in pink and lilac, a massive gold chandelier crowning the center.
Gossamer curtains hang in gentle curves, creating the illusion of being inside a genie’s lamp.
He switches on the tiny fog machine. Within seconds, dry ice smoke curls around his ankles and drifts toward the ceiling, tinted soft rose by hidden lights.
At the last minute, Nix darts to the front door and tapes up a sign scrawled on aged parchment: I’m a genie in a bottle, you have to rub me the right way. He hums the song under his breath, then hits play on the playlist for the night.
Heavy footfalls echo on the stairs. Nix flings himself into the mound of cushions and tries to look alluring.
The footsteps stop outside the door. Nix hears Gideon take a deep breath and mutter under his breath, “You can do this.”
Nix grins with glee.
Gideon is giving himself a pep talk because he loves Nix, wants to please him.
Pressing a hand to his pounding heart, he kicks his feet with joy.
There’s an audible groan, and then there’s a hard, staccato knock. “Genie?”
“Enter, Master,” he says in his deepest voice.
The first look Nix gets of Gideon Carnell in a military uniform renders him speechless.
Like everything he does, Gideon has put his all into it, even if most of his time had been spent texting or calling Nix to try and change his mind.
He’d combed his hair over to one side in a vintage style.
He’s holding the white cap that came with the suit under his arm, and the jacket of the dark blue uniform fits him like a glove.
The pants paint his thick thighs like they were made for him (they were), and the overall effect makes Nix light-headed.
Gideon has a similar look of awe on his face. Frozen in the doorway, Nix can feel his eyes like a physical caress.
“Kitten, you are stunning. This whole thing is…magical.”
“You like it?”
“I do; it looks just like your series, except you are much prettier than that woman.” He says the word woman like Barbara Eden had personally offended him.
Nix goes to his knees, his hands turned palm up and lying flat on his thighs. It’s his chosen submissive pose, and while he’s not bratting (yet), he wants that headspace he can only get when Gideon is in charge.
“I did it all for you, Master.” Nix lowers his head submissively. Gideon usually likes to see his eyes, but this feels right.
“Fuck me,” Gideon groans. “I could get used to that. Okay, Kitten, I want you to look at me for just a minute.”
Nix looks up, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes; this sounds like it’s going to be one of Gideon’s talks about consent and limits.
They’re important, he knows. Safe, sane, and consensual.
He doesn’t need the talk every time; he trusts Gideon with every part of him.
Even his brain, but especially his body and his heart.
“Don’t look at me like that, Nix Rhodes. We do this my way, or we don’t do it.”
“Yes, Master,” Nix sasses.
Sighing, Gideon tries to run his hand through his hair in exasperation, but it gets stuck in the gel he’s used to slick it back. With a grimace, he just smooths it down again. “Any limits tonight beyond the usual?”
Nix shakes his head. “Stoplight system. Two snaps for stop, three snaps for keep going. Can we get on with it now?”
“Genie has a smart mouth,” Gideon growls.
“Sorry, Master. May Genie grant you a wish?”
Gideon throws his hat onto the bureau under the large mirror and starts to unbutton his suit jacket.
“I might be able to think of something I’ve always wanted.
” He finishes with the jacket and lets it drop to the floor.
The myriad of medals clank in the quiet, and the only other sound is Nix’s heavy breathing.
He hadn’t lowered his head again, intent on enjoying Gideon unwrapping Nix’s gift.
Gideon continues his torturous pace by unbuttoning his cuffs and slowly, oh so slowly rolling them up.
It showcases his muscular arms, where the prominent veins take Nix back to a time where he’d been on his belly, Gideon’s hand planted by his head, and all Nix could see was Gideon’s pulse rate pounding in those veins.
Shivering, he lets out a small moan. He’s not even had his mouth on Gideon’s dick, and already he’s shaking and slick between his thighs. That floaty place Nix craves is settling over his mind, anything but this disappearing under the anticipation of pleasure.
He lifts Nix’s chin. “Breathe for me.”