Chapter 44
Arnie
Things were changing.
After a call from the head of a community college on the other side of the city, I decided it was now or never to leave the university and work with those less fortunate. Something I had wanted to do but was unable to until I found my financial footing in the world.
Jamie had been supportive but apprehensive, which was a given. I reassured him, though, that even if I took a drop in salary and turned left at the end of the road instead of right when my commute changed, it wouldn’t be massive overnight changes that would have the potential to impact us.
Having his support in life is something I’ll never take for granted. When he found out about my parent’s death, the upbringing through foster care, and my inevitable need for control, he was more than understanding.
He had even gone as far as researching and putting together a schedule for our new lives if I got the job I was on my way to interview for.
I was staying in a hotel provided by the college and with Jamie working tonight night; he was unable to join me, instead insisting I order room service and finish marking my students work I had been putting off so I could instead prep for this interview.
Authoritative Jamie was just as sexy as submissive Jamie.
I left instructions for him; he could have Freddie over if they could control themselves. With an eye roll and a huff, Jamie earned himself a spanking right there in my greenhouse, where we had been having our discussion. Freddie’s bratty behaviour clearly at work there.
***
The interview went well. They told me more about the role in working with teens from alternative backgrounds that would attend the funded college classes on ‘living essentials’ such as how to do taxes, cut their grass and even how to cook for themselves once living alone at eighteen when the foster parents said bye to them.
Clearly, since they would no longer earn them an income.
The next stage would be to meet the tutors and go over how their curriculum would go in the next semester, meaning that if I were successful with the job, I wouldn’t be starting there until September.
I filled Jamie in when he called that night.
“So, you’re back at the hotel for the night?”
“Yes, is Freddie there already?”
“Yeah, about 20 minutes ago. He met Christian at the club before we left, and it must have caught him off guard as his usual bratty shenanigans have been down to a minimum,” he laughs.
I laugh back, knowing full well that Freddie wouldn’t be able to hold it for long.
“Well, I hope he does. The last thing you want is Christian locking himself in his room for the next two weeks of his visit.”
Learning that Jamie’s brother would visit delighted me. Having only met him briefly through calls and whenever he and Jamie FaceTimed, I looked forward to getting to know him more after my interview was over and I was back home.
“No, Freddie was well warned. I may have threatened to drag him into the attic and show him the bench he would be gagged and strapped to next time the four of us scene together for him to take me seriously, but it worked.”
I grin like a proud parent. “That’s my boy.”
“You know it,” he says, winking with that cheeky boy smile I love so much.
“Right, go have fun, tell them I say hello and I should hopefully be home around 8 tomorrow morning. Keep that sweet peach of mine nice and ready for me because I’m not sure how much restraint I’ll have once I see you in our bed.”
Jamie’s eyes flutter closed as his cheeks tint pink.
He hums as he opens them with a smile. We shared love you’s and goodbyes before hanging up.
I stretch out on the large bed in the cozy hotel suite I have for the night, order in their pizza special to the room and do as my boy told me and get to work.
***
It’s 7:58 a.m. when I unlock the door and step inside my home.
Jamie was told to be naked with his peach ready for me, so when I hear the coffee maker going, it confuses me for a second.
Abandoning my briefcase and coat along with my shoes at the front door, I make my way to the kitchen hoping to see Christian instead, but as I round the door, it seems to be neither of the curly-haired brothers.
A very naked, olive-skinned man stands drinking coffee from my favourite orange mug.
“What the hell are you doing naked in my house?” I demand, an incredulous look on my face, as he takes another long sip of my expensive Italian coffee before answering.
“Do you know you’re out of cream cheese?”
“I don’t buy it. I’ll ask again. Why are you in my house, naked I may add, Frankie?”
Jamie’s colleague shows me his bright white teeth in a smile before draining his coffee and taking himself over to the dishwasher to plop it inside.
Shrugging, he just replies, “I didn’t think you bothered with the nakedness?
You’re gay too.” A hand waves over me as if my aura is rainbow-coloured and on show.
“What has that go to do with me coming home and finding you naked in my kitchen, drinking my coffee, and still not covering up or offering an explanation?” I ask him as I head over and pull out more coffee for myself.
Frankie just yawns unfazed and points to his feet, which have on a pair of socks with a hole in one toe. I don’t entertain it and glare at him as I wait for a proper response.
“I came home with Christian; he’s sleeping. I wanted coffee. It was a late night, if you catch my drift,” he lets me know as he pumps his eyebrows.
“I, what? Christians not gay. What — ” Footsteps cut off my ramblings. Thank fuck, Jamie can make sense of this and get his dancing workmate to get dressed and piss off.
“Oh, now it’s a party. Didn’t know you had a naked house boy as well as Jamie, Sir.”
Oh, fuck my life.
“Freddie, shut up. Frankie, get dressed and get out of my house, but do the decent thing and see Christian before you do. And I am going to bed to find my boyfriend,” I declare as I pour a second mug of coffee and push past the two men who have ruined my morning.
The faint sound of their laughter making me more agitated as I made my way upstairs.
“Jamie?” I enquire as I open the door to our room. The room feels warm and stuffy. My lover’s scent filling the room, and he is sprawled over the bed on both sides. The drool on my pillow indicating that he missed me, so he slept on my side of the bed.
“Honey, wake up. We need to talk,” I state as I place the coffees down on the side cabinet and rub his back in circles to wake him.
“Shit. What did Freddie do?” Jamie slurs, still in the early period of waking up.
“Nothing blondie. For once, it’s not him, it’s your brother.” I kiss him softly, petting his curls. With that admission, Jamie bolts upright.
“What? Is he okay? Did he say something?”
“Well no. In fact, I haven’t even seen him since coming home. Not to alarm you, but Frankie is here. And, well, he’s naked. And in the kitchen. He also drank from my favourite mug,” I grumble, agitated about the coffee more than my worry about how Jamie’s day was about to go.
“Uh, what? Why is Frankie here? Why is he naked?” Jamie gets dressed, and I almost regret not fucking him into the mattress first.
“FRANKIE?” Jamie hollers, and with that, drama follows.