Chapter 8 – Jasper
“Kimber, you are not fucking helping,” I say down the line as I walk from my kitchen into my living room, before turning on my heel and walking back into the kitchen.
“You being nervous is just fucking wonderful,” comes Kimber’s reply.
“I’m not nervous.”
“Bullshit!” Kimber laughs down the line. “Jasper, you have had men over to your place before. What’s the big deal now?”
“What if he hates the place? Questions how I got the house? What if the house changes his opinion of me?”
I wait for Kimber’s reply, but all I get is laughter again. In fact I think she’s laughing harder now.
“Thanks Kimber,” I mumble.
“Sorry Jasper, but you really fucking like Otis, don’t you?” Kimber gets out between laughs.
“Yeah.”
“Fuck, it’s about damn time someone made you feel like this,” Kimber adds.
“So, any advice?” I try again.
“None. Otis isn’t going to care. I think he will know how you managed to get the house.”
“But not caring about how I used to earn my money and seeing the profits of it are two very different things,” I retort.
“I’m hanging up. You’re not going to listen to what I say anyway. So grow up and for fuck’s sake get laid soon.”
“I can’t,” I whisper, and think I hear a gasp coming from Kimber and she doesn’t hang up the call.
“Oh, you more than fucking like him, if you don’t want sex,” Kimber says gently down the line.
“Oh no, I want sex. You’ve seen Otis, it’s just it will be his first time with a man. I can’t do that in a scene.”
“Then simply don’t do a scene. Have sex however the pair of you need that first time and build up to a scene. You said he was willing to learn to be a sub for you. So just take your time, but…” And Kimber stops talking for a moment.
“But what?” I question.
“Don’t fuck this up. I like Otis.” I can hear Kimber still laughing as she hangs up the phone.
Taking a deep breath, because Kimber is right, I am nervous.
What the hell is going to happen tonight?
I know that I don’t want to go too far, but I would love to be able to explore him.
Do something more than kissing, if he wants it.
But then, we have only been together a week.
We haven’t even gone out on a date yet, even though in reality we can’t go out on a physical date in public.
I need to talk to someone else. Someone who isn’t Kimber and also knows about Otis, which leaves me Marcus. Pulling up my contacts on my mobile, I scroll to Marcus’s number and hit call, putting the phone up to my ear.
“Jasper, why the fuck are you calling me? Isn’t Otis there?” Marcus asks.
“Not yet, but he is due any minute,” I confirm.
“You are one lucky son of a bitch,” Marcus says down the line.
“Care to elaborate on that statement?”
“Otis. He is just…well I think you are going to have so much fun with him. I almost wish I had seen him first.”
“Marcus!” And I can hear the growl in my voice at my response to him.
“Don’t growl at me. Luckily for you, Otis has eyes for you and only you. None of us stand a chance.” Marcus laughs down the line.
“Why the hell is everyone laughing at me today?” I question out loud.
“Because seeing you nervous over a bloke is fucking nice,” Marcus replies.
“Fine. I am nervous, but I’m only admitting this to you. What the fuck am I supposed to do this evening? I have done only scenes the last few years.”
“You get to know him. Discuss any contract you want with him. What is he willing and not willing to try?” Marcus says.
“Isn’t that too early?” I add.
“After what that little shit did to me after you left? No,” Marcus says.
“What did he do?” Suddenly intrigued, and I listen as Marcus explains about Otis asking him for tips, and calling him sir, and this time it’s me that is laughing.
God, I would have loved to see that, but at least I have something to discuss with Otis this evening.
The only person he’s ever to call sir, is me.
“Jasper, you should have seen it. Fuck, you are in for a treat. I will need details?” Marcus adds.
“Marcus, you know we don’t discuss scenes.”
“I know, but just confirm that he’s as good as I think he’s going to be.”
“Goodbye, Marcus,” I say, hanging up the call. I feel more relaxed, and when my mobile beeps a few minutes later, I’m already smiling when I read that Otis is outside. I type back instructions on how to get to the back of the house.
My house is the same layout as Kimber’s. It’s one of the reasons I was drawn to the place in the first place. The only difference between them is that Kimber turned some of the bigger bedrooms into two rooms.
My house is old. When I was buying it, I was told it was built circa early nineteen hundreds, so there is a room at the back of the house that used to be the scullery and leads to the outside.
I converted it into a laundry room. I changed most of the house, making it more modern, but I did keep a tiled area just outside the back door.
I didn’t have the heart to pull them up.
This is where I’m standing now, and I push a button and the gates at the bottom of my garden slide open and Otis drives in.
This is the first time that I’ve seen Otis’s car and I’m not surprised that he’s driving a black Mercedes, but it’s the model I’m not sure of. Cars were never really important to me. But looking at the reg it’s brand new.
Otis pulls up next to my car and I watch as he takes a deep breath before opening the door and getting out, and when he looks up and sees me, a smile spreads across his face and all my nerves leave me.
“Nice car?” I say over to him.
“Yeah. A perk of the job. Vincent called it a signing bonus.”
“That is definitely one way to say ‘well done.’ What model is it?” I say over to him.
“Umm, a black Mercedes,” Otis replies, looking over to his car.
“You don’t know.”
“The cars I like are very different to that one, and go a hell of a lot faster,” Otis says as he walks up to me and surprises the crap out of me by giving me a kiss.
“What was that for?”
“Just wanted to say hello,” Otis tells me.
“That is the type of hello I can get used to,” I reply.
“Jasper, your garden is beautiful, are you planning on staying out here all night?” Otis asks.
“No, sorry. Follow me.” Turning, I walk back into the house, and can’t help smiling when I hear Otis mutter ‘wow’. It makes me happy that he likes my house.
“Jasper, your house is stunning,” Otis exclaims.
“Thank you. I thought we could spend some time in the living room and then maybe have some food. We can order in if you want.”
“That sounds nice, but I don’t mind cooking,” Otis replies.
“Well, for cooking you need to have ingredients, and my cupboards are pretty bare.”
“Why am I not surprised? We’re going to have to change that for when I’m over here. I enjoy cooking,” Otis tells me.
“I will remember that. Now, this way. The living room is at the front of the house,” I say, walking into the living room, going over to the couch and sitting down. Otis comes straight over to me and sits down next to me.
“This house, it’s the same as Kimber’s, right? In fact, she lives within walking distance, right?” Otis asks as he looks around the room.
“Yeah, it’s how I found the house when it was up for sale. I was going for a walk one day and came across it,” I explained.
“So, do you own it or are you renting?” Otis asks.
“I own it,” I reply, and I look over to Otis waiting for his reaction, and there is nothing. Sitting this close to him I would’ve spotted any reaction he would’ve had. “That doesn’t bother you?”
“No. Why would it?” Otis asks, shifting in his seat so that he’s looking at me. “Oh, this is due to how you made your money, isn’t it?”
All I can do is nod my head in reply.
“Jasper, I really don’t care. In fact I’m rather impressed. You must have been good to be able to afford this place.” And he actually smiles over to me.
“Kimber’s place is high end with high end prices. When all my debt was cleared I was able to save up quite a bit for the down payment and then over the next few years I cleared off the mortgage.”
“How old are you?” Otis asks.
“You mean you don’t know?” And I can’t help but chuckle.
“I never really thought about it. I know that you must be close in age to David as you were friends.”
“Thirty-five,” I confirm. “But my birthday is in March.”
“When in March? Will it clash with the start of the season because that will be so unfair?” Otis says, and he almost sounds panicked.
“No, it’s at the beginning of March. The first. Just over a week before the first race.”
“Oh, thank God. We should still be in the UK then. Means we will be able to celebrate together.”
“So, you’re still planning on us being together in March?” I ask over to him.
Otis gets up from the couch and moves so that he’s standing in front of me, and just as I’m about to ask what he’s doing, he climbs onto my lap, and I wrap my hands around him to hold him in place.
“Do you like talking to me like this?” Thinking back to the fact he pulled the same move last week.
“I like feeling you against me, sir,” Otis replies. “And to answer your question, yes, I can see us together in March. Now that I have found you, like hell am I going to let you go.”
“In that case, we’re going to need to have a conversation,” I start just as Otis places a kiss on the side of my neck.
“Contract?” Otis states as he places another kiss on my neck, and all thoughts vanish from my mind, and all my blood rushes south.
“Yeah,” I gasp, “Also, we need to discuss when you’re allowed to use sir, and to whom.”
Otis chuckles against my neck before he places another kiss “Marcus called you?” he whispers.
“Marcus told me,” I reply, as I run a hand up and down his back.
A voice in the back of my mind is telling me that I need to stop this. That I need to slow this down. That I should be checking that Otis is okay doing what he’s doing, but then, if he wasn’t enjoying it surely he would stop.
“You can’t blame a guy for trying,” Otis replies, finally leaving my neck alone.