Page 10 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
“If your boy wants to pick a new bed, I’m not opposed. Apologies for ducking out so quickly. I’ll be back in time for dinner. I was thinking sushi or Mexican. Text me and I’ll pick it up. Émeric”
Mr. Reevesworth ran his fingers over the handwriting, a smile on his face. “I think the bath will wait a little longer. Let’s put the broken frame out by the elevator. I’ll call someone to take it away. The mattress should be fine. Then you can order a new one while I start the laundry.
“What about the walls?”
“I think there’s touchup paint in the laundry room.”
With two sets of hands, they made short work of everything, even moving the broken frame. Collin stripped the mattress, checked for splinters, and set it up against the end of the big bed so that there was no chance of spilling paint on it. Mr. Reevesworth brought in the household shopping tablet and gave verbal directions while he painted over the marks on the wall.
“I think this one is strong enough, sir.” Collin peered down at the tablet’s screen. “But I’m not really sure. Maybe there’s like a BDSM bed that’s built for this kind of stuff. Something really strong.”
“If Émeric and I break another bed, we’ll think about ordering something else. Just get something sturdy and minimal to hold the mattress.”
The price made Collin gulp a bit, but he dropped the bed frame into the online cart and hit purchase. Then he started to make up the master bed while Mr. Reevesworth finished painting. He wanted to fall into it more than he wanted to put it to rights, but he got through it.
Mr. Reevesworth surveyed the room and nodded. “Almost as if nothing happened.”
Collin blushed and looked away. “Nothing indeed, sir.”
In the bathroom Mr. Reevesworth started the tub and stripped off his clothes. “Shower first, then soak.”
Collin obeyed. He took the time to fold their clothes and put them away. Mr. Reevesworth showered first. Collin followed, taking a little longer. He stepped out into the large bathroom. Should I dry off? Walk across the room naked?
Mr. Reevesworth was stretched out in the massive tub, head laid back on a rolled-up towel. The makeup was gone, leaving all his bruises and bite marks on display. One leg was up, his knee just above the water. The jets were on, disturbing the surface.
Collin curled his hands into fists. How had he gotten here again?
Mr. Reevesworth turned his head and half opened his eyes. “There are you, pretty boy.”
Collin swallowed and half looked away. He still didn’t miss Mr. Reevesworth lifting his hand.
“Come.”
Collin crossed the room. He stopped by the edge of the tub.
Mr. Reevesworth motioned toward the water. “In.”
The water was deliciously warm. Collin stepped inside and sank down into the depths by Mr. Reevesworth’s feet, facing him.
Mr. Reevesworth smiled, eyes almost closing but still watching. His hand sank back under the water, just floating a few inches below the water. “Stretch out.”
“Then my feet will be next to you.”
“My feet are next to you. We’re both clean, Collin.”
Collin grimaced. He settled down on his buttocks and stretched his feet out. Mr. Reevesworth caught one of them in his hands. His eyes watched Collin’s face.
Collin waited, barely breathing. It was such an intimate thing, having his foot touched. When had someone last touched his feet other than himself? He couldn’t remember.
Mr. Reevesworth dropped his knee and settled Collin’s foot between his thighs. He dragged his thumb down the side of Collin’s arch and kneaded the back of Collin’s heel.
Collin’s body sagged. His muscles relaxed, layer after layer, and he melted against the side of the tub. “What…is…that?”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. He held Collin’s foot between his hands and drained every last bit of tension out of it, point by point. Collin surrendered and grabbed one of the nearby towels, putting it behind his head. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, not when this man was taking him apart from the bottom up. Mr. Reevesworth started with the heel and worked his way up the bottom and the top of the foot, into the ball, and down every single toe.
“I didn’t know.” Collin groaned. “Whatever you’re doing, can that please go onto the list of things you’re going to teach me?”
“Even better, I’ll send you to my teacher.”
