Page 63 of Collin: Episodes 1-3
Collin frowned. Wasn’t there a smaller bed that he’d been in before? He looked over his shoulder. There was, just a few steps away.
“You wouldn’t stay,” Mr. Reevesworth murmured. “Just like Artemis, you sleep where you like.”
Collin’s bladder throbbed. He pushed himself. “Bathroom, please.”
Mr. Reevesworth sat up and helped Collin out of the pile of sheets. Collin looked left and right. Mr. Reevesworth put a hand on his shoulder. “This way. I guess you don’t remember the last two trips.”
“No.”
“He was deep.” Mr. Moreau chuckled.
“Very.” Mr Reevesworth led Collin away.
Peeing only made Collin sleepy again now that the pressure was gone. But he was also thirsty. He stood in the middle of the bathroom, looking around at the expensive tile and rich colors. “Water?”
“In the bedroom.” Mr. Reevesworth motioned Collin to turn around. “Let me lock you up first.”
Collin braced his knees, looking down at the top of Mr. Reevesworth’s head as he bent down over Collin’s cock. The sensation of the plug made his stomach flip. He put his hand on Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulders. “Ugh.”
“Still getting used to that? It will take a while.”
“You have me from the inside.” Collin rubbed his face. “Water, please?”
They returned to the bedroom. There was water. Collin drank and threw himself back into the big bed. He curled up around one of the many pillows. These were nice pillows. Not too flat and not too stuffed that they hit wrong.
Mr. Reevesworth checked the clock on the bedside table. “We have some time till we should rise.”
“I’m sleeping in.” Mr. Moreau stretched out, hands above his head, and spread his fingers. Collin turned his head. They were naked, both the other men. He hadn’t noticed before.
Mr. Reevesworth entered the bed from the bottom and reclaimed his place in the center. “No meetings this morning?”
“None. I knew I’d be tired after that flight back. And now I’m doubly glad.” Mr. Moreau turned over on his side facing his husband and reached for him. “Someone had needs last night.”
“Oh, truly?” Mr. Reevesworth laughed. He let his husband draw him down into a kiss. His hand disappeared below the covers.
Collin lay on his side watching, content with his pillow. Mr. Reevesworth’s other hand caressed Collin’s thigh, like a pet, and drew away.
Collin’s eyes fluttered shut.
The next time he woke, it was to a bed that was otherwise empty, except for Artemis on the pillow behind him, and he heard the shower running in the en suite bathroom. Mr. Reevesworth was on the other side of the room, coming out of what looked like a walk-in closet, buckling a watch around his wrist.
“Good morning, kitten.”
“Kitten? Sir.” Collin groaned and shook his head.
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “It fits. Come, let’s get you showered and fed.”
Collin sat up. He both ached and felt alive in a way he couldn’t remember. When he stood up, his legs shook. Mr. Reevesworth caught him and steadied him. “Take it slow. Give your body time to come back to itself.”
In Collin’s room, the bed was stripped of the comforter, leaving just messed-up sheets. “Doris will see to them,” Mr. Reevesworth informed him.
Collin’s phone buzzed as he passed it toward the bathroom. He picked it up, turning it over to see the screen.
Andy.
For a second, the heady cloud he was floating in started to fall. He didn’t want this, not today, not when he felt good for the first time in a long time. Not when Mr. Reevesworth was smiling so often and even Artemis seemed pleased, her favorite Frenchman back in her clutches.
He swallowed. “Sir?”
