Chapter 40
Freddie
Jamie has the hottest twink cock ever. Okay, so I have like zero experience in up-close twink cock, but I have seen some lovely ones at Nyctra and in pictures for my blog.
After setting Jamie up for a funishment - see what I did there?
He and Arnie arrived at Simmons, and it was awful.
But a good awful, I suppose. With both of us agreeing that we are happy playing with others, I have been teasing Jamie a lot recently.
Mostly because he is adorable and I wouldn’t mind trusting him the same way I have with Simmons and letting him fill me up.
I can’t describe it, but I just trust him.
He’s safe, and his innocent blonde curls and filthy kinks make me feel like I can be myself around him.
So when Simmons asked me to play the part of the little devil, I just couldn’t resist. I almost, almost got to see his cock on camera and then bloody Arnie came home and hung up on me.
Now, because of my so-called insubordination, Jamie gets to have revenge on me. Not that I was complaining one little bit.
Oh no, I have to suck him off? Shit, that’s terrible.
I could barely contain my eye roll when I was told what my new bestie had in store for me.
Looking over at the door, I wonder what the fuck Jamie is doing in the bathroom across the hall.
Probably sneaking Arnie kisses before he comes back to bed.
After our sexy foursome of sorts in the library, Simmons sent me and Jamie to bed.
Kissing only, cuddles, and with a cage on my cock and a plug in my ass.
I am vibrating with need, but that’s the part I love about it.
Simmons knows exactly what I need and is in sync with everything in the same way I am with him.
We fit like pieces of a kinky puzzle. Two swirls of sexy mist intertwined together.
“So I have a question,” Jamie whispers as he comes through the heavy mahogany door and over to the bed.
He crawls from the bottom until he is stretched out like a kitty next to me.
He smells like sex and yawns through a smile as I look down at him.
We are naked but not hard. Just two dudes chatting about… well, whatever Jamie is asking.
“Shoot.”
“Why did you tell Simmons I fucked you in the cupboard at Euan’s?” He chews on the side of his thumb, acting all nonchalant about it. See? Cutie.
He’s referring to the primal event at Euan’s where Arnie and a bunch of other Doms chased their subs and did filthy things to them once caught. Not my thing, but the buffet was to die for.
“Because I wanted Simmons to fuck me in the woods since I didn’t take part in the primal play. Just came to watch you and Arnie’ cause you’re super sexy to watch,” I admit, shrugging one shoulder. I pick up the TV remote and flick through the channels to find something.
Jamie sits up and crosses his legs. Fully on display, I can’t help but admire how far he’s come from what Simmons told me about him when they first met in his class. I don’t say anything though, just keep pretending to flick the remote.
“That's honest,” he chuckles.
“Yeah, well, what you see is what you get, Jamie. I don’t care for games; I just wanna be me. Free and full of fashion advice.” Jamie laughs again but schools his face seriously as he leans over to touch my forearm.
“You say you don’t care about games, but you play the brat pretty well. Took me a while to see the real you, Freddie. Has Simmons seen that side yet?”
My new bestie nearly offended me for suggesting I was so one dimensional but his words rang true.
Being a brat was fun and a part of me, but sometimes a defence to protect myself.
Huffing because I know we aren’t going to go back to fun things like kissing until I talk to him, I turn and lie down to face him; he mirrors me.
We link fingers, and he’s smiling, and I can’t help but smile back.
“Well, genius. I have been very real with Simmons. In fact, we’ve kind of thrown the rules of the contract out the window, and I’ve been visiting him here and staying here.
Well, not here, in his bed, and sometimes in my cage in the library, which he had custom-made for me, by the way.
Anyway, I digress. I actually think that maybe.
Well, no. Uhm… “ I trail off, chewing my lips and avoiding Jamie’s intense but lovely stare.
“You love him?” I whip my head back up.
“How did you know that?” I say, as I drop my mouth open wide and stare at him without blinking. He laughs at me. Laughs!
“It’s pretty obvious you both love each other, Freddie. What’s stopping you both from admitting that you’re actually in a relationship?” I stick out my tongue, but he only laughs and tries to pull it.
“Get off,” I shout as I swipe at his fingers. He leaves me be, but the twinkle in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what Simmons and I have been doing. Playing fucking Dom and Sub all the while actually being in a real-world relationship that doesn’t involve kink dynamics. Fuckity fuck.
“I’m scared. There. How’s that for real?” I mumble as I link my fingers back with my bestie.
He pulls me to him, and I sigh into his chest. He pulls the black silk cover over us and even plants a little kiss on my head.
“Don’t be scared, Freddie. He loves you back, I know it,” he says into my hair.
“But what if I go home, Jamie? Scotland is hours away by flight. What if we can’t make it work?”
“Well, then you communicate through it. No games. Just Simmons and Freddie. Two men in love who want to share a life. And I’ll be here for you no matter what.
I think you’ve possibly worn me down and now I’m finding myself actually enjoying your company.
Brat,” he tells me and gives me a small squeeze before moving so we can look at each other.
I nod with a small smile at him, and with that, we find something to watch until we are all kissed out, and the night takes us under.