Page 52 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
But Damian was already putting a hand on Mr. Reevesworth’s upper arm. “Sir.”
“I’m quite capable…”
“You’re very capable.” Collin straightened up and stepped in front of his master. “But you have to remember that we worry about you too. I’m not the only one who got hurt tonight.”
Mr. Reevesworth looked down at Collin, the edges of his lips twitching. “Would it make you feel better if I let Damian help me, little one?”
Collin nodded vigorously. “And it will make him feel better, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth looked toward his husband.
Mr. Moreau smirked. “You pick good ones, Richard. Seems to me that you must bear the consequences.”
“Fine. Collin, I will allow Damian to take care of me, but let Émeric take care of you. I want you in bed in twenty minutes.”
“Yes, sir.”
It took more like twenty-five minutes since they had medical instructions to follow and both Collin and Mr. Moreau were tired. Collin stood in the shower with his head against his sir’s shoulder and let the older man scrub his back.
“You have no idea how scared I was tonight, boy,” Mr. Moreau murmured. “When you said it burned…”
“The taste was pretty bad too,” Collin muttered.
“I’m just glad you can still taste.”
Collin licked a strip of wet skin on Mr. Moreau’s chest. “Me, too.”
Mr. Moreau chuckled and cradled the back of Collin’s head. “Let’s get you out and do the eyedrops.”
Collin bundled himself in a towel while he brushed his teeth. There was no point in getting dressed, not when he was going to be sleeping naked anyway.
Mr. Moreau finished up in the shower and joined him, reading off the instructions for the eyedrops and getting the bottle opened. “Tip your head back so I can get these in.”
“I’m tired of not being allowed to read things.” Collin sighed.
“One more strike and I’m not sure who will ship you off to the country estate for your own protection faster, me or Richard.”
Collin groaned. “Not without you. And we all have things to do here.” He blinked fast, letting the eyedrops completely coat his eye.
“And last thing, drink this.” Mr. Moreau put a small cup into Collin’s hands.
“What’s this for?”
“Your throat. It should soothe it so you can rest. I know you said it wasn’t that bad, but…”
Collin cracked a sideways smile. “Let you fuss, sir?”
“Please.” Mr. Moreau pulled Collin in against his body and wrapped both his arms around Collin. “You’re going to have to put up with a lot of fussing, from all of us.”
Collin sighed and closed his eyes, drinking. It didn’t taste great, but it wasn’t bad. He put the cup down on the counter and used his free hand to cover Mr. Moreau’s. “I’m here, sir. I’m okay.”
They went out into the bedroom. Mr. Reevesworth was flat on his back, naked in the bed, with his cock deep in Damian’s throat. Damian lay on his stomach, in just a pair of pajama bottoms, between the vee of his dom’s legs. Mr. Reevesworth had his hand on Damian’s head, but he wasn’t pushing, just caressing.
Collin crawled in bed on the far side, and a moment later, Mr. Moreau joined him. The Frenchman settled into the middle, side by side with his husband. Feeling impish, Collin joined Damian on the lower half of the bed.
“No dicks in your throat, kitten,” Mr. Moreau scolded.
Collin whimpered and hid his face against Mr. Moreau’s thigh. “Just cuddling, sir.”
