Page 25 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
Mr. Moreau shook his head, eyes sparkling. “I’m not going to cum, but if you want to soothe yourself, you have permission.”
Collin sighed, content, and put his head down on the man’s thigh, cock firmly in his mouth. Mr. Moreau picked up his book from the table at the back of the sofa and opened it, holding it above Collin’s head.
He must have dozed off — again — because he woke to Mr. Reevesworth’s hand sliding up his thigh and over his rear. Collin opened his eyes and turned his head, which dragged Mr. Moreau’s cock out of his mouth. He blinked, surprised. Had he really fallen asleep with a dick in his mouth?
“How long was he like that?” Mr. Reevesworth asked, coming in for a kiss with his husband.
Mr. Moreau kissed him back before answering. “About half an hour. He likes to suck in his sleep.”
“Good to know.” Mr. Reevesworth leaned down farther and kissed Collin on the forehead. “Hello, kitten. It’s almost time for lunch.”
It couldn’t be time for lunch already. All he’d done was lie around and sleep. What was wrong with him?
The front door opened. A moment later, Damian came around the curtain wall, breathing hard and carrying boxes of pizza.
Mr. Reevesworth laughed and held out his hands, taking the pizzas from Damian. “Did you run the stairs all the way up?”
Damian nodded, chest heaving. He gave a thumbs-up, then leaned over, catching his breath. “Been working up to it.”
“Go cool down and rinse off—well.”
“Yes, sir.” Damian chuckled and headed down the hall.
“He’s nothing if not competitive,” Mr. Moreau observed. “The pizza is practically sizzling. How fast did he run?”
“Probably fast enough to qualify for state.” Mr. Reevesworth leaned down and kissed his husband. “I’ll get plates and bring them out unless you want us to eat in the kitchen.”
“We can eat here.”
Collin wiggled off the couch as they kissed again. Mr. Reevesworth set a knee on the cushion and slid a hand behind his husband’s head. Mr. Moreau dropped his book and dragged his hands up the back of Mr. Reevesworth’s legs.
They were going to be there for a minute. Maybe he should give them some space.
Collin picked up the end of his leash in his mouth and crawled away as quietly as he could on all fours. At the end of the couch, he looked back.
Mr. Moreau had Mr. Reevesworth’s shirt untucked and his hand up underneath it. Collin bit his lip. They were glorious together.
An impish thought filled him. They were totally focused on each other. What would they do if he was missing when they came up for air?
This was perfect.
He made it to the carpet runner in the hallway without anyone seeing him. Where to hide? Somewhere that it wouldn’t take them too long to find him but not somewhere too obvious? Where would Artemis hide?
Under a bed or in a closet.
He made it to the doorway of the master suite without the sounds in the living room stopping. He crept through the door and then crawled as fast as he could for the walk-in closet. He’d never actually been inside before. A soft meow greeted him. Wearing a cone of shame, Artemis raised her head.
Collin crawled over and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. Then he turned in a circle. He probably only had a couple seconds left.
There, behind the long collection of coats. Collin crawled under them and pressed his side against the back wall just as Mr. Reevesworth called out his name. Collin crouched, arms and legs pulled up under his torso. He pressed his face into his mittens to stifle his giggles. Just imagining Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau looking for him was almost too much. He was so going to be in trouble.
“Collin!”
He shook his head and bit his lip.
“Sir.” That would be Damian. “What’s going on?”
“Collin disappeared.”
