Chapter 36
Arnie
My alarm startles me awake. The room still pitch-black thanks to the blackout blinds I had installed. I roll to my side where there’s a deep warmth beside me, a snug little lump in my bed that goes by Jamie.
I get close, half covering him with my body. I inhale his scent with my eyes still shut. The sweet smell of bananas now takes the place of lavender. I run my fingers through his curls and place a kiss on his crown.
God, I’d never hated having to work before this glorious boy ended up in my bed. I groan, knowing that all I’m doing is making myself late.
I get ready quietly, although I don’t think even an earthquake could wake that boy from sleeping.
I slip out and down the hall, where I grab his chore list for the day and my rucksack for work. I have full days at the moment, which means being gone all day long. Away from that perfect peach of an ass that was thoroughly seen to last night.
I rub my eyes as I wait for the coffeemaker to make magic and supply me with life. Jamie has made lunch and packed it in the fridge for me. Such a sweetheart.
These past months have proven to me just how brave and extraordinary he really is. I knew it when I first laid eyes on him in Simmons’ office that day. His stormy eyes had sold stories of resilience and determination.
With kink not being a 24/7 lifestyle for either of us, I worried Jamie would struggle to see the blurred lines of it I lived in at home, but he’s slotted into place well.
He’s also made it more of a home than it already was. It’s like a magnificent breeze blew in one day and instead of leaving the house in disarray, it left it even better than before.
But Jamie was hiding a secret. And, well, it wasn’t a well-kept secret. I knew he was crushing on Freddie, and it seemed now would be a great time to cause a little…. chaos, it would seem.
Jamie thought I was a big bad wolf for my spanking in that first scene we ever did together. But what if I were just as mischievous as that wolf? I grin, thinking about my poor boy and how his day was going to end up.
With a sinful plan up my sleeve that would leave Jamie being punished for the first time since he moved in, I grab my keys and coat to leave.
Locking the door from the outside, I’m met with the side glance of a very gloomy cat that is licking his paws. A recent meal I suspect was the cause.
“Morning Johnny. I see you’ve had quite the start to the morning already.” I boop his nose, and I’m met with a swipe to the hand. Expected really.
Grey clouds covered the sky this morning. Misty and moody, but not cold.
“I’m going to work. Enjoy being lazy in my bed. Don’t think I don’t know you’ve got him wound around your tiny paw,” I tell the furry menace as I point to the house where his new BFF is still sleeping peacefully.
Johnny stops grooming his paw to give me what I assume is the cat version of an eye roll before stretching out along the stone wall and jumping down. His tail swishing, hips swaying, no fucks given.
***
“You need me?”
I turn to see Simmons striding into my tiny office, which another TA and I share this year. Luckily, it’s just me today.
“Hey, yeah, I have a plan for our boys. Up for it?” I ask him, biting my tongue with a devilish grin on my face.
Simmons drags back the old tan leather chair in front of my desk and elegantly plops himself into it, two large, hairy paws out on the desk.
“And what would this plan entail? Freddie is the brattiest brat I’ve ever tried to wrangle. You might want to chop this one’s fingers off for insubordination,” he says.
“Maybe not as far as that, but I wouldn’t mind punishing him another time for you,” I tell my old friend.
“Okay, then, details?”
“Jamie and I recently discussed using silence in a scene. I think it could work well, but I haven’t had the chance to punish him with it yet. He’s just too well-behaved,” I say with a fake sigh.
Simmons just chuckles as he readjusts the watch on his thick wrist.
“Tell your boy to text Jamie. He can be his perfect little self. I’m sure that’ll be enough to warrant some chaos for my return home tonight.”
“And do we get the pleasure of watching this new kink punishment unfold?”
“No.”
“Right…. so I let my sub play with your sub like he’s food, but then we don’t get to taste him? I’m not sure your plan is very good, Arnie,” he states with an eyebrow quirked.
“Well, not this time. However, I’m about 99% sure that Jamie has a little crush on your brat. Now wouldn’t that be fun to watch?”
Simmons drums his fingers on the desk, the wood making a light knocking sound.
“I guess there’s no ethical dilemma now that Jamie isn’t at the university. I guess I’d put him into that mental box that says in big letters, student, hands off.”
“You can’t seriously be forgetting that you’ve seen me fuck him twice? Where were your ethical worries then?!”
“In case you’ve also forgotten, Arnie. I’ve never put my hands on that golden little body of his before,” he says, a darkness in his eyes as he looks at me head-on.
“You want to touch him? Since when?”
He leans in, his masculinity seeping from him. All man. Simmons was someone who got what he wanted.
“Since you asked me to lend my sub out for the possibility of your sub fucking one day. Are you saying no?”
I want to say absolutely not right away, but I hesitate. Simmons and I had a past shared experience. I’d helped him out with his subs when they needed pain that he refused to offer. Was my love for Jamie making this off-limits?
“Do you want to fuck him?”
Simmons had sat back and was watching me carefully.
“I know you love him, Arnie. I’m not gonna touch him, fall in love and run off with him attached to Freddie’s leash.
I just want to know whether this is dual.
Either way, I am up for it. I’ve not had fun with anyone else in ages, neither has Freddie, and I know we both enjoy the company of others both together and separately. ”
I knew Simmons was not monogamous in any way, shape, or form. He was a free spirit, although he wouldn’t use those words.
He just had a certain level of liking for everyone that made his dick hard. I’d never seen him go through a breakup or heartbreak. He was the most strong-minded but caring soul I’d ever met.
“I’m not worried you’re gonna fall in love with him. I guess I’m just hesitant because I don’t know how he will react to his ex-professor now suddenly wanting to touch him,” I say, a wariness in my voice.
Simmons reaches out to touch my hand with his; he caresses it, and I close my eyes. I love him, just not like that. Not like I love my Jamie.
Pulling back my hand, I smile at him again.
“Okay. Let’s get Jamie is some trouble. Then we can organise a little get-together with the boys before the end of the weekend?”
Simmons licks his lips, then nods.
“Okay, I’ll let Freddie know to text him. Freddie will be thrilled to have something to do. God knows he’s not doing anything currently,” he says with a look that tells me he has also been feeling mischievous when he woke up this morning.
“I’m assuming his inability to do anything at the moment isn’t because he’s lost his job?”
Simmons laughs out loud. He knocks twice on the wooden desk, then gets up to leave. At the door, he turns back to me.
“Hard to do anything when you’ve been zipped tight,” he says with a wink, and then he was gone.
I laugh at what predicament poor Freddie was in, then my thoughts drifted to Jamie.
My precious good boy was about to get the sexiest silent treatment of his life.
Let’s hope Freddie is as bratty a boy as Simmons let on. And God, I hoped he was going home to unzip him at lunch so he could get a start on our little evil plan.