The Classes You
From what I’ve seen and understand of Saint and Noah’s relationship, I feel a little apprehensive entering the kitchen where the huge table is.
We always sat around it and talked about our days after school or college; it’s been a place of safety for so many foster kids that have passed through this house.
I don’t know what my face is saying, but Royal stops us before we reach the doorway. “Just remember that everything Saint and Noah do is safe and consensual. Even if it’s nothing we want to do, they do.”
I feel my face heat. “I know that. I’m not a newbie to this, Royal. I can’t think what Saint would do as a punishment that would stop anyone from wanting to eat.”
Royal snorts out a laugh and pulls me closer and kisses me. “Never change.”
“I don’t plan to,” I reply haughtily, making him laugh louder.
Then we step through the doorway and stop.
“Why is it suddenly okay to turn up late? First Saint and now you. Surely you can control your dicks long enough to be on time,” Knox snarks at us, totally ignoring the fact that Noah is stark bollock naked and on all fours.
Saint has a riding crop in his hand and from the look of Noah’s arse, it’s been used a few times.
With a tap on his arse from said riding crop, Noah stands up, and I can now see the very heavy, very solid cock cage around his junk. “Hello, Royal, hello, Memphis. I’m a worthless piece of shit that doesn’t do as he’s told.”
Saint crops his arse again, harder this time. “Thank you, Sir,” Noah says without even flinching and gets back on all fours.
“Better, boy. You’re beginning to understand. Now get your mouth around my dick and keep it warm.”
“Now can we eat?” Knox grumbles, shooting a scowl at his oldest brother, as if a naked sub in the kitchen is an everyday kind of thing.
The table is full of every kind of breakfast food possible; I don’t pile my plate as high as the others do. They’re all big and muscly, the kind of men I would’ve felt intimidated by if I didn’t know them.
“The classes you’re interested in are open again. Come in and sign up for them before all the spaces are filled,” Knox says around a mouth full of French toast. Pops immediately admonishes him as if he’s a child, but Knox doesn’t bother apologising. He just swallows and repeats his sentence.
“That’s great, thanks, Knox. I’ll come in tomorrow. I need to get back into shape again. I’ve got lazy since I got back here. I used to take those classes twice a week back in Lincoln.”
We talk about the different types of classes the gym holds. Kip is so proud of Knox for how dedicated he is to keep the gym growing, so much so that they may have to expand the building if the membership keeps increasing.
We go quiet as we dig into the food, the four boys razzing each other as much as they did when I lived here.
It scared me at first. They seemed such tough kids, but it didn’t take long to see how happy they were together, how much they loved Kip and Robin.
It’s still so obvious that family is the most important part of their lives.
A swat of the crop hitting Noah breaks the silence, and I think we all wince as Noah lets a low moan slip from his lips. “Thank you, Sir,” he sighs, totally lost in the scene. If punishment is a scene. I am curious about what he did to warrant this.
Pops asks about my work, and I spend the next ten minutes talking about the job I love. Royal seems impressed. It’s successful and has provided a more than decent income.
“That’s great. I’m so proud of you. I knew you’d be successful; you were so determined to pass your exams with great grades,” Pops tells him, looking every inch a proud papa, until his eyes turn wistful. “We would’ve helped you set up your business.”
“I know. I’m sorry I cut you off so completely. It was selfish of me. I threw all the kind things you did for me back in your faces. I never meant to, but the longer I left it, the harder it became to contact you.”
“You don’t have to explain, sweetheart.” Pops reaches out and squeezes my hand. “You never hid that you wanted to get away from here, from your birth family. We respected that. We still do.”
“I feel that I didn’t respect you the way I should’ve. Even if you knew I planned on leaving, I should’ve done it in a lot kinder way. Eighteen-year-old me was a bit of a dick.”
“So not much has changed then.” Knox snorts, then yelps. “Hey, no kicking me.” He scowls at Royal, who looks smug.
“Right now, I’m looking for somewhere to live. I don’t want anything huge. I just need a space to work but nothing seems to be right. To big, too small, too expensive. It’s becoming a right pain. I can’t keep staying at the Airbnb, that’s getting old. I want my own things.”
Robin grins at me at the same time as Kip lets out a laugh. “We may be able to help you with that. We have a flat that’s empty. It was Noah’s, but when he moved in with Saint before the six months were up, we took over the payments.”
Saint nods his head in agreement. “It’s a great place, about a fifteen, maybe twenty-minute walk from my place. Noah would walk it on dry days.”
“You just happen to keep an empty flat?” I gape at the craziness of these two men.
“Well, you never know when someone needs some help.” Robin brushes it off as if it’s a normal thing to do.
“It’s furnished too,” Royal says. “We can go and check it out later, if you want?”
I’m nodding before he even finishes speaking. “That would be great.” I turn to Kip. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“Of course. You must know that Robin never says anything he doesn’t mean. I think it would be good for you.”
I notice Saint looking down at Noah, they seem to be communicating.
He nods and shifts back in his chair, giving room for Noah to move out from under the table.
He lays over Saint’s lap, his arse up in the air.
Knox snorts something about never a dull moment, but my eyes are glued to the scene happening on the other side of the table.
Thwack!
I flinch as the crop comes down hard on Noah’s bare skin.
It’s repeated again and again, and while Noah’s body flinches, he doesn’t say a word.
When it’s over, he stands up, stepping back to let Saint stand.
“Thank you, Sir,” Noah says, his voice deep, husky even.
He sounds aroused, and when he turns to face the table, his cock is throbbing in the cage, making it move. “I apologise for my bad manners today.”
“Good boy.” Saint kisses the top of his boy’s head, then takes his hand and leads him out of the room.
“Jesus,” Royal huffs out a laugh. “I hope you two don’t ever bring someone home when those two are around.” He points at Knox and Drake, both of them laughing along. Then he looks at me. I don’t know what he sees, but he likes it. “How turned on are you right now?” he whispers.
I squirm in my chair, my face heating up because he’s right.
However inappropriate any other family may have thought that little show was, this one takes it as an everyday occurrence.
The sight of the crop hitting Noah’s bare flesh was sexy as fuck.
My dick is throbbing, and my arse clenching, feeling empty.
“More than I should be,” I whisper back.
A few minutes later, Saint and Noah come back. Noah is dressed, and both are looking flushed. It’s obvious that the punishment is over, and it’s also apparent by Noah’s red and puffy lips that he’s just sucked Saint’s dick.
“Would you like some food now, Noah?” Robin asks.
The whole table cracks up laughing, including Noah. “Um, yes please, that would be great.” He’s pulled down onto Saint’s lap, this time sitting and lets Saint feed him. It’s incredibly moving. I feel privileged to witness such intimacy.
Later, after dinner is over and we’ve all helped clean up and loaded the dishwashers, yes, there are two, Royal grabs my hand. “We need to leave now.” His voice is low as if he’s telling me a secret. “I’ve got the keys to the flat. They’ll all come along if we say anything.”
“We can’t go without saying goodbye. It’s rude.” I mimic his hushed tone.
“I’ve said it to Dad. It was his idea.”
I nod, and we sneak to the door, and we almost make it.
“Hey, where are you going?” Drake calls out from the kitchen door.
“Fuck!” In unison, we turn our heads to look and there he is, looking all smug with his arms folded over his chest.
Robin joins him and it clicks. “Hey, don’t rush off. We were going to show you the flat.”
And that’s why there’s more men than there are square feet in the flat. “What do you think?” Robin says too enthusiastically. There’s no way I can turn him down.
“It’s lovely. A bit too crowded to see it properly.”
His face falls a little. “I should’ve let you and Royal come alone, shouldn’t I? I get too excited about having everyone around me again. Kip is always telling me to calm down, to let you all work things out, but is it wrong to want all my boys happy?”
“We know, and we love you for it.” I look around for Royal; he’s talking to Saint but looks up as if he can sense me.
He smiles, and it makes my heart beat faster, so I match his smile.
He looks back at his brother and says something and walks, no, he stalks over to me.
His eyes are getting darker, and the upturn of one side of his mouth is sexy as hell.
“Oh my, that’s a look I’m not supposed to see on my son.” Robin flushes.
“You’re kidding me,” I bark out a laugh. “We’ve all just watched Saint crop his boy’s arse, and you’re blushing over a sexy look.”
“Well, we expect all that shit from those two. But I’ve never seen Royal look at another person like he does you, especially not that look.”
I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything.