Chapter 26
Leo
His hungry expression said Master was getting naked for cuddle time too, so I didn’t ask for his opinion as I slowly started taking off my clothes as he did a little happy dance on the bed. “What meals could I eat on your lap?”
“All of them you eat here?” I couldn’t see a reason not to besides making sure the meals weren’t too messy. “That’s going to depend on schedules for work and friends and things like that, but breakfast and dinner most days is very reasonable.”
“I don’t have friends so that’ll cut down on people interrupting us.” He seemed to think that was a casual statement of fact, but it jumped out to me like a mental health red flag, not a relationship one. “Do you take breaks for lunch when you work?”
I had terrible habits when I was knee-deep in work.
“I’m going to need your help with keeping me on track for that.” Hiding that flaw would be impossible. “I have a tendency to get lost in my head, but I want to make sure we spend quality time together.”
Instead of worrying about being ignored, he hopped up onto his knees and kissed my cheek. “I can do that. I like schedules and plans and helping.”
“I’m glad because you are important to me and I don’t ever want to get into a bad habit that makes you feel ignored or unimportant.” I enjoyed my work and I had no desire to ignore the creativity he’d bring to my life, but we were going to start off on the right foot.
“I liked watching you work earlier and I’ll figure out ways to keep myself occupied while you’re working.” He flashed me an adorable grin but it quickly faded to something needier as my pants joined his on the bed. “I like…yes…no…I can keep myself occupied.”
Chuckling, I slowly peeled down the boxer briefs I’d put on earlier, dragging out the reveal because his distracted hunger was sexy as fuck. “I’m sure I can find a lot of ways to keep my doll occupied too, so we won’t worry too much about that.”
Besides, he had years of TV to catch up on and a ton of books he probably wanted to read that would keep him busy until we figured out what else he wanted to do.
Like schooling.
“We can even set up a desk in the studio if you want so you can take some online classes.” His scrunched-up face made me want to chuckle, but I just gave him another kiss as I climbed up at the head of the bed. “Come here. Sit in my lap and tell me why you’ve gone all dramatic.”
“I’m not dramatic.” He was quick to scramble in place and straddle my lap, though. “I’m frustrated.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I did my best to ignore his cock rubbing against mine. “So why are you frustrated with that idea?”
“Because I don’t know what I want to do for more education.
” Flopping against me, my boy rested his head on my shoulder but his hips were barely rocking to make sure he could still play with my dick.
So he was dramatic, not actually upset…like I’d already said.
“It’s too hard to pick. I don’t know enough real jobs. ”
“Then we pick out what your first real job should be so you can get exposure to different opportunities, or we pick a topic or skill you already like and have success at and you focus on that.” Like anything to do with what the hot religious men taught at the co-op.
“You talked about speaking at least a little bit of Italian. I don’t know how well you do it but that’s an impressive skill. ”
I knew a handful of useful phrases in a variety of languages but most related to explaining I didn’t speak the local language or asking for a bathroom.
So useful, but nothing I could put on a resume.
“You seem to handle difficult people well. At dinner you were telling me those stories about the older people you met through some of your grandma’s friends.
Just dealing with them is hard for a lot of people. ”
And as much as he didn’t always understand people his own age, he liked being around people and seemed to like chatting to anyone and everyone.
“Talking to old people is something you do because you’re not mean.” He shrugged and sighed. “I’m not mean.”
No, but he didn’t have a lot of real-world knowledge.
“There are lots of ways that you can have a job talking to old people.” When he went still, I knew he was listening, so I kissed the side of his head and started stroking his back as I rambled.
“You could work at a business like a café or something like that were most of the customers are older. You could work at some place like the library. I did a local charity thing there last year and everyone in there was over eighty.”
They’d been polite but slightly confused about what constituted art.
“I like books.” That clearly meant it was something we could look at, so I mentally put it on my list. “We used to go to the library a lot when I was a kid because they had a lot of educational stuff. I liked going there.”
Well, we had one option.
“I think you can also volunteer there to have something to put on your resume besides being incredibly smart in a variety of ways.” His quiet giggle said he was feeling a bit more confident.
“You can also work in retirement homes and places that actually help older people who can’t live on their own or who just need someone to come into their homes and do a few easy tasks while you keep them company. ”
I thought that sounded painful and like a slow brand of torture, but Cece’s head popped up and he gave me wide eyes. “I saw commercials for that.”
“You’d be good at it and from what little I know, there seem to be a variety of ways to do that job.
” And they couldn’t need someone with a lot of experience to do it.
“For some people the job wouldn’t pay enough to support them, but you’re looking for exposure and something to do while you figure out the next steps when it comes to working. ”
My boy’s excited grin lit up his whole face. “You’re right. I don’t need lots of money.”
“You’d have older people to talk to and you’d be doing simple things for them that don’t involve knowledge of current entertainment or talking to confusing people.” His knowledge of religious topics might be something he could use too, but I was pretty sure that would be setting him up for drama.
“And then I could take time to figure out other stuff.” He curled into me again, doing a happy dance wiggle that time which had my dick getting slightly confused about what we were doing. “I’m already feeling so much better, Master.”
I could tell.
Patting his ass got another giggle out of him and had him rocking against me again. “A lot better.”
But we still had a few more things to cover.
“Alright, back to education. It sounds like we’re putting off focusing on another degree, but if you want to continue to learn about new topics there are a variety of online courses and universities that’ll let you take free or nearly free classes.
It would keep you learning and would give you a chance to explore different topics. ”
“Oh.” Popping up again, his wide eyes made me want to laugh. “One of the models is doing that. He took a class about space and now he’s doing one about ancient Greece.”
That was an interesting combination.
“That might give you a chance to explore careers you hadn’t thought about without having to commit to a degree.” That was actually a ridiculous way to do things anyway. “How does that sound?”
“Wonderful.” His whole body seemed lighter as he threw his arms around me. “Having a Master is amazing.”
No, he just talked enough that it wasn’t hard to help him.
“Alright, what else did we need to handle?” There were still a few things on my mental list but the rest were random. “Some of these aren’t connected at all, but we’re going to handle as many as we can before I take your virginity.”
He couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh or moan, so he settled on a shiver as he pushed his hard cock against mine. “Yes. I like that plan.”
“Jeans. You have jeans but you don’t like them.” He sighed before I could ask him to elaborate on that, so I waited for him to verbalize something.
“Guys are supposed to wear them. Everyone does. It’s all over TV and there are lots of fashion men online who tell you how to style them different ways. They’re very versatile.” He sounded like that was painful to say, which was confusing and adorable.
“You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to.
” If he’d grown up around religious men and old people, it was entirely possible he’d never seen the adults he connected with wearing them.
“A lot of men dress nicer in their everyday life and wear slacks or dress pants or khaki pants. We could dress you up like a little golfer doll or a preppy boy doll. I think that would be cute.”
“I can do that?” Head springing up again, I was incredibly glad he hadn’t already brained me. “Grandma liked me fancy but she seemed to be wrong about everything.”
Ah.
“It’s okay if we agree with her about a few things. No one is ever all wrong.” She was just all weird, but I wasn’t going to point out the obvious. “I’m sure there are a couple of the models who dress up like that in their everyday life.”
Hopefully.
Who was a reference I could use?
“I’ve seen Eli at some different social events where he’s been dressed up like a college professor or golfer…
and I’m sure there are a lot of men around the Leashes & Lace building that dress similarly.
There are a lot of casual companies in that area.
” The finance guys worked a bit further away, but I knew I’d guessed right as his smile got wider.
“You do not have to be a casual doll who wears jeans.”
“I’m prettier than that.” Kissing my cheek, something about his expression shifted and he looked like he should be wearing a fancy dress for me instead of being naked. “Of course I’d be a pretty man doll too.”
“I agree.” Alright, next on the to-do list. “And my pretty boy doll needs a name.”
His wide eyes were back as he sucked in a breath like he’d been waiting years for this moment.
“My fancy grown-up man partner who’s going to work with older people and learn all kinds of interesting things is Mick.
He’s smart and funny and has lots of stories about history and growing up with interesting people.
But he’s a full grown-up, not a kid named Ricky who’s confused and hiding who he is. ”
From everyone including himself possibly…that blank room said a lot but we’d sort it out eventually.
“Oh, I’m Mick.” Sitting straighter, he blinked like his brain was adjusting to the new reality. “People will like that it’s short for my last time. I’ve seen sports people online who got nicknames from their last names.”
Had someone told him he needed to use a variation of his first name if he wanted to call himself something else?
“So I have my Cece at home to play with and cuddle and kiss and dress up…and I have my Mick to tease and flirt in public with and help plan the future.” Shifting lower on the bed, I ran one finger down his chest. “And my partner Mick is definitely someone I want to spend grown-up time with too.”
“Does…” Mick…yes…that worked well for him…shivered and swallowed back some kind of moan. “Does Mick get to have spankings and that kind of fun or is he your vanilla parter?”
My scoff got a laugh from him but he didn’t look like he’d let me avoid the question. “You’re mine. The labels I give you are fun and helpful sometimes, but I will never see you in a purely vanilla light. We’ll just pretend to be boring sometimes.”
That seemed to be the reassurance he needed, so as I trailed my finger down the faint line of fine hair to his erection, I went back to one of the silly things we’d talked about at dinner.
“Like going out for dinner was us pretending to be vanilla, but we talked about finding a way to be in public and be more ourselves in some way.”
My fingers were definitely distracting him, but I got a nod and he swallowed hard as my finger trailed down the length of his cock. “We could do that somewhere like a BDSM club. Have you read about those?”
He blinked a few times like he hadn’t processed the question, but I knew it could’ve been for a variety of reasons. Being patient and playing with his sexy handful was the most productive thing I could do while he was thinking, so I kept him hard and thoroughly enjoyed myself.
“People do that? I wasn’t sure if that was just in fiction…and…” Swallowing, he had to pause and try again. “And I wasn’t sure if doing stuff in front of others would be cheating.”
It seemed like he’d been thinking about it and had found some good points for us to discuss.
“I’m going to ask what you think about cheating.
Obviously.” That got a snicker from him, so I rolled my eyes to play along.
“But let’s start with yes, people do that.
At one point I had a membership to a club up in DC but I let it lapse a year or so ago.
I wasn’t going up there enough and I was only meeting people who wanted to play casually. ”
It was his turn to scoff and roll his eyes. “You’re an Owner. You don’t want a casual doll.”
We were in agreement on that and he didn’t seem jealous.
“Correct.” I shrugged when he kissed my cheek. “I was clearly waiting for you, so it makes sense that I couldn’t find my boy there.”
“I was at home.” He mimicked my shrug and serious expression. “I was waiting for the right time to find you.”
“It explains a lot, but it’s also a place I could dress you up however I wanted and we could be ourselves in public.
” Wrapping my hands around his cock, I slowly started gently jerking him off.
“That doesn’t have to mean you being my doll, but I could dress you up and you could sit on my lap while we watched scenes or talked to other people. ”
And the frown came back.
“I’m not good with other kinky people.” He seemed serious enough I knew it wasn’t the time to tackle that conversation.
“Then I give you a binkie of some sort or a gag so you can’t talk.” It wouldn’t make him stand out in any way. “Other subs would have been dressed like that on a regular basis, so no one will think it’s odd if I don’t let you talk.”
A shiver raced through him resetting his brain and had him looking down at his cock before he glanced back up at me. “What…what kind of scenes do people like us have at the club? Just so I can understand what’s real and what’s fiction.”
Of course, just to see what’s real.