Page 22 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
A moment later, Mr. Reevesworth pressed more food between Collin’s lips.
Above the table, conversation picked up. After each bite, Collin opened his mouth and waited until Mr. Reevesworth remembered or saw fit to place another bit of food against his lips. Slowly, a full meal made it down into his belly.
Mr. Reevesworth passed his plate off and picked up Collin’s leash. Collin followed him on hands and knees to the living room. The coffee table had been moved to the side, and another pet bed lay in its place. Collin crawled onto it. Softness! For his poor hands and knees. He was not used to this.
Mr. Reevesworth sank down on the couch and pulled a remote control out of his pocket. “Five minutes, kitten. Be good for master. Hands and knees, and no touching yourself.”
Collin braced. A moment later, the plug in his rear buzzed to life. This…he didn’t like this. Last time was better when he was touching his dom.
He could do five minutes. He’d done an hour. Five minutes was nothing compared to that. But just waiting through it on all fours in the middle of the room all by himself? He wanted out of his skin already. It felt clinical.
Well, if he was a kitten, he might as well be a kitten. And kittens did not stay still. He broke posture and dropped his shoulder, rolling over the side of the cat bed and flopping on his back at Mr. Reevesworth’s feet. This felt nice. He grinned up at his dom.
“Naughty kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth leaned forward on his elbows and put his chin in his hand. “What are you doing down there?”
Collin put up one mitten and swiped at his dom. The buzz in his ass felt good now, but he was already hard enough, thank you very much.
“I’m not turning it off until the five minutes is up, kitten, even if you do look like you’re begging.”
Clearly, Mr. Reevesworth had misunderstood him. Collin wiggled on his back until his shoulders were on his dom’s feet. The man’s pants brushed his face. He nipped at them. Mr. Reevesworth pulled the fabric away from Collin’s mouth. Which was perfect. Collin grabbed one of his fingers between his lips and sucked it into his mouth.
“Playful little thing, isn’t he?” Mr. Moreau came around the couch and sat down beside his husband.
“He’s being naughty,” Mr. Reevesworth informed him. “I told him to stay on all fours on the cat bed for his five minutes, but he’s decided he’d rather be here, getting into mischief and sucking on things.”
“He is a kitten. But mayhap he’s more needy than naughty.” Mr. Moreau reached down and scratched Collin’s scalp. “See, he’s calming down already.”
It was true. Head scratches were too good to ignore. Collin’s eyes started to drift closed. The buzz in his rear intensified, and he whined, but he didn’t want to move, not as long as he could feel both Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau touching him.
The five minutes were up faster than Collin expected. Mr. Reevesworth joined him on the floor and pulled Collin into his lap. “I’m going to run down to the gym, pet. But you’ll have Émeric while I’m gone. It’ll be more than an hour, so I’m giving him the remote to your tail.”
Collin shot him a glare. Not something he would have dared to do when he wasn’t kitten. This being not human had some perks.
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled and leaned back to give his husband the remote. “He needs to drink more, and you’ll have to handle the next bathroom visit. Key to the crate is on top of the crate. Is there anything I’m forgetting?”
“No.” Mr. Moreau leaned down and kissed Mr. Reevesworth on the lips. “Kitten and I will be fine. I’m going to let him nap, and then I’ll let him out to play for a while.”
Mr. Reevesworth smiled, relaxed and contented, and stroked Mr. Moreau’s arm. “Call me for anything. I planned a long run for today, and I have a new audiobook.”
With Mr. Reevesworth gone and Damian off somewhere, Mr. Moreau led Collin by the leash to the end of the couch where a very large pet crate had been set up. He opened the front and tapped the top of the crate. “In.”
Collin obeyed. It was an odd feeling. It would have been nicer if the crate was up against the wall or in a corner, but no, it was set so that it could be seen by anyone in the hallway to the bedrooms, the hallway to the kitchen, and almost anywhere in the living room but not quite by the front door. There was a curtain wall that stopped anyone at the front door from looking all the way into the living room, and it was currently extended.
The bottom of the crate was padded, but it was not large enough for Collin to stretch out on.
“You’ve had a big morning, kitten,” Mr. Moreau said softly, crouching down by the cage after shutting the door. “I want you to rest for a bit. There’s water there if you need it.” He pointed to a bottle mounted to the end of the cage. There was a nozzle end inside the cage. “I expect it gone before I let you out. We’re not playing with your hydration.”
Collin dropped his eyes and nodded. That was fair. He’d earned that. He twisted around and took a drink, just to prove he was listening. It was flavored with strawberry. Before he realized it, he’d sucked down half the bottle.
“Mew if you need me, kitten. I’ll be in and out frequently.”
And Mr. Moreau walked away.
Collin sank down onto his belly, arms and legs tucked underneath. What was he supposed to do now?
He didn’t know he’d closed his eyes until Mr. Moreau was waking him up, one hand in his hair, rubbing his head.
“There you are, mon petit chaton. Open those eyes. It’s been over two hours already. Perhaps we should put you in the cage for naps more often.”
