Page 84 of Collin: Episodes 1-3
“I think we broke a bed. How long has it been since we did that?”
“One year, three months, and nine days.” Mr. Reevesworth sat up. He touched the place where his shoulder and neck met, poking at one of many bruises.
“We should really learn to buy stronger beds.”
“We did for ourselves. That bed wasn’t bought for us.”
“It’s a surface we come in contact with.”
“Fair point.”
Mr. Moreau stood and lifted the mattress on the small bed. Collin couldn’t see past the large bed to what Mr. Moreau was looking at, but the man dropped the mattress and started pushing the wreckage back against the wall. “The loss is complete.”
Mr. Reevesworth laughed. “Like my shower from earlier.”
Mr. Moreau chuckled. There was straight-up pride in eyes as he looked his husband over. “Do you need to eat again before you shower?”
Mr. Reevesworth yawned and shook his head. “I’ll just have a good breakfast.” He stood up and swayed a little, catching himself against one of the bedposts.
Collin dared to put his feet on the ground. “Sir?”
“Yes, Collin.” Both Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau turned toward him.
“Can I, I mean, toilet, please?”
“Of course.” Mr. Reevesworth made the motion of reaching into his pocket even though he was not wearing pants.
Mr. Moreau went to his side table and retrieved a key. “I’ll help you, Collin, and then I’ll make sure Richard doesn’t crack his head open in the shower.
“Yes, sir.” Collin dared to approach.
The room was truly wrecked, but perhaps not as bad as it could have been. There was blood on the walls where Mr. Moreau had pressed Mr. Reevesworth up against the surface. Collin stared at it.
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled, picking up on what Collin was looking at. “It happens.”
Mr. Moreau helped Collin with the plug, including returning it to its place. Collin followed him out of the bathroom. “Mr. Reevesworth said to be in here, sir, but I’m not sure where…” Collin looked left and right. One bed was a complete loss and the other was covered in sweat, cum, and tiny streaks of blood from Mr. Reevesworth’s back where his husband’s fingernails had stripped the skin.
“New sheets in here.” Mr. Moreau opened a trunk and pointed. “If you don’t mind putting new sheets on the bed, we can all sleep sooner. I’m assuming you’d rather stay?”
For a split second, Collin imagined returning to his cold, empty room alone. No. Absolutely not. “I’ll change the sheets while you get him through the shower.
Mr. Moreau nodded, a pleased smile on his lips. “Strip the pad beneath the sheets, too. It absorbs fluids. There’s a second one like it with the sheets.”
Collin only just managed to make the bed in time for Mr. Reevesworth to return. The man pitched straight into the clean sheets, eyes already closed, but he motioned Collin close to him. Collin lay down cautiously. How far away should he stay? Those bruises had to be punishing.
“Lose the clothes, kitten.”
Collin stilled. Could he? But no, everyone had seen him naked before. He could do this. He wanted this. He pulled off the sweater and pants and lay down beside his dom, not touching.
Mr. Reevesworth’s hands reached out and examined his body. Fingers plucked at Collin’s boxers. “Off.”
Collin swallowed and dragged the cotton over his ass and off his legs, dropping them over the side of the bed. “Better, sir?”
“Much.” Mr. Reevesworth dragged Collin in against him as the small spoon and stroked Collin’s belly, reaching down and finding Collin’s trapped cock. “So good for me.”
“I try, sir.”
“So pretty.”
