Page 46 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
“This one will just be a scrub and your eyebrows cleaned up. Lifting off the dead skin and moisturizing.”
“Do you have that done?”
“Sometimes. I also have a skin-care routine. A simple one, but it’s effective.”
Collin scrambled to his feet and fetched his briefcase. “Good grief, I have so much to learn.”
It was past seven when they reached The Residency. Their security detail was with them all the way up the elevator and to the door, but once the door closed behind them, it was just Collin and Mr. Reevesworth. Collin held out his hands, taking his master’s hat and coat. A groan came from the couch in the living room and then the sound of couch springs shifting. A moment later, Damian was right there, grabbing Collin in a hug before he could even get his shoes off.
“I need kitten time. Can I have kitten time, Collin?”
Collin blinked stupidly and glanced toward Mr. Reevesworth. Kitten time? What does that mean?
“I’ve been home for an hour alone. Come cuddle.” Damian squeezed Collin harder.
“Collin needs to shower and get out of his work clothes, Damian. You need to shower too.”
Damian stepped back and pulled on the buttons of his pink collared shirt. The color was exceptional on him, but it was wrinkled and sweaty.
“Yes, sir.”
“Separate showers.” Mr. Reevesworth’s lips twitched in a smile. “Collin can use the guest room shower so I can shower as well. Fifteen minutes, both of you. Émeric ordered delivery for eight thirty. He won’t be home till then.”
Collin pulled off his shoes, his “yes, sir” joining Damian’s in a chorus.
Fifteen minutes later, showered and cleaned from head to toe, Collin shuffled back out into the living room in a pair of lounge pants and matching shirt. The clothes had magically appeared in his dresser earlier in the week. Collin suspected Mr. Moreau. They were in the man’s favorite royal blue.
Damian, dressed much the same but in unbleached linen, lay on the couch, one arm thrown over his face, one streak of water running down his arm.
“You’re wet.” Collin crawled on top of his kink brother, catching the drip with his finger.
Damian grunted but lifted his arm to grab Collin in a hug, pressing their bodies together. “Too freaking quiet being home alone.”
“Did the big bad dom get lonely?”
Damian growled but didn’t stop squeezing Collin against his chest. “Maybe.”
Collin rubbed his cheek against Daman’s chest and hugged him back. Since when did I become the family pet? The thought faintly ran through his head, but he let it go. Being hugged like this was kinda nice.
Hands grabbed Collin’s hip and pulled him upward. He squawked and flailed as strong arms hauled his legs over the back of the couch, leaving him dangling, head facing Damian, his rear upended in the air and feet dangling.
“Sir! Master?!”
Hands pulled his shirt down over his head and pushed his pants down to his ankles. “I told you to shower, pet. I don’t remember telling you to get dressed.”
“Sorry?”
“Hmm.” Mr. Reevesworth pulled Collin’s shirt off his head. Collin rubbed his face and braced his arms on the couch cushions on either side of Damian. His legs were dangling over the opposite side of the couch. He couldn’t touch the floor.
“Don’t worry, pup, you can have kitten time just as soon as I’m done with him.” Mr. Reevesworth pulled Collin’s pants off his feet and shoved Collin’s legs apart, holding him there with his knees. And now Collin was folded in half over the back of the couch, entirely naked except for his cock cage.
Collin gulped and sent Damian a wide-eyed stare. Help?
Damian raised his hands in a universal gesture for ‘you’re on your own’.
Lube-covered fingers pressed against Collin’s hole. He groaned and hung his head, blood rushing to his face.
He was so getting fucked. Right there.
