Page 64 of Collin: Episodes 1-3
“Yes, Collin?” Mr. Reevesworth looked up from selecting clothes from the dresser.
“Help, please.” Collin held out the phone.
The smile that lit up Mr. Reevesworth’s face was enough to erase the sight of Andy’s name on the screen of the phone.
“My pleasure, my boy. Go into the bathroom and wait. I’ll take this outside.”
“Yes, sir.” Collin smiled back, feeling his cheeks tingle with blood. But who cared about blushing when someone was looking at him like that?
Episode 3
Friday morning
The morning floated in a state of perfect quiet. There were storms, but Collin was steadfastly refusing to look down and see them. His head was on Mr. Reevesworth’s lap, and they were both stretched out on the couch. Mr. Reevesworth reclined against the arm with a book that was certainly not printed in English, and Collin relaxed with nothing but the sense of good humming in his cells.
Mr. Moreau stepped out of the bedroom in a suit and carrying a satchel. He put it down and came over to the couch. Mr. Reevesworth tilted his face up and reached for his husband with one hand. They kissed long and slow. In time, they separated, their breathing both a little fast and in perfect sync with each other.
“I’m off, then.” Mr. Moreau smoothed his hand down the front of his coat and checked a pocket. “Dinner’s on me. I was thinking delivery from the Korean place Damian likes.”
“He should get in in time. We can go there instead. Unless you want to stay in?”
Mr. Moreau shrugged but smiled. “I thought Damian would be tired.”
“He texted that he was able to sleep in. He’s up for whatever tonight, especially if it’s a celebration.”
Mr. Moreau’s smile slid across his face. “He would be down for anything. This is a celebration for him, just as much as it is for Collin.” He reached down and ruffled Collin’s hair.
Collin peered up at him. Am I supposed to like that? Getting petted like a cat or a dog?
Do I like it?
He liked it.
“And look, darling. The blush that would drive a painter mad.”
Collin crimsoned and hid his face against Mr. Reevesworth’s pants.
Mr. Reevesworth laughed and put a hand on the back of Collin’s head. “We’ll go out. I’ll tell Damian to send his luggage here and meet us there. A reservation at seven should be safe.”
“Seven.” Mr. Moreau and Mr. Reevesworth grew quiet.
Collin risked a look up. They were kissing again, but it was shorter this time.
With Mr. Moreau gone, Collin dared to turn back over so he was lying on his side again. He stared at the art on the wall, tracing the lines with his eyes. It was a painting of something half old and engulfed by modernity and half as it was when it was first built. Where it was from, Collin couldn’t place.
“What are you thinking, kitten?” Mr. Reevesworth slid a bookmark into his pages.
“Wondering where Damian has been, sir. And then what will happen next week even though I’m trying not to think about that.”
“We can discuss both matters.” Mr. Reevesworth slid his hands into Collin’s hair again, softly rubbing his scalp.
If this was the life of a pet, he was happy to trade away human existence. Collin melted, eyes fluttering toward shut. This was not fair. How was he supposed to have a rational conversation when his dom was melting his brain?
“Where has Damian been, then, sir?”
“Overseeing contract negotiations for me in New Orleans. I have an investment down there. If you want to know more about it, ask him.”
“I can do that?”
