Page 72 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Collin blushed and wiggled across the bed to hug Mr. Moreau’s leg. “I don’t regret it, sir.”
“Neither do I, mon petit chaton. But I set an expectation and broke it.”
“It didn’t feel like sex.” Collin frowned. “And you didn’t come in me. I distinctly remember you saying that your cum dripping out of me would mean something.”
Mr. Moreau shook his head and smiled. “Are you trying to let me off the hook?”
Collin bit his lip. “You needed me, sir. And maybe I needed you, too. I really don’t regret it.”
“It was an unanticipated turn of events. We did cross the line. I would say the spirit of the expectation was kept but not the letter of it. And we still need to slow down and build. I won’t be cumming in your ass for at least another two weeks.”
Collin bit his lip but nodded. “That sounds reasonable, sir. I like building with you. Should I have done anything differently?”
“Did you want to safe word when it happened?”
Collin shook his head, hard. “No, sir.”
“Then we’ll review with Richard and get his perspective, but no, I think you handled it well. I need you to speak up though if you feel that trust is being bent. I need to keep my word to you to keep your trust.”
“I think you can only keep your word about things you know, sir. And I don’t think you knew what was coming. Things like this morning don’t work like that.” He reached for his sir’s hand.
Mr. Moreau squeezed his hand back. “You’re right, Collin. But even so, when something is adjusted, we have to speak about it frankly, not let it slide.”
“Yes, sir. In that case, can we…can we talk about names when we talk contracts. Like the names I call you and Mr. Reevesworth?”
Mr. Moreau nodded. “Yes, we should do that.”
Mr. Reevesworth was back a few minutes later and handed out everyone's devices. Collin checked his messages. Sure enough, his sister Alice had texted him. It was just a hello, so he wrote back, asking about her day. It could take her anywhere from five seconds to five hours to answer, so he turned on his tablet.
His phone rang just as he looked away. He scowled and picked it up. “Sirs, it’s my mother; should I answer it?”
Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau traded looks.
“Go ahead, but keep it short,” Mr. Reevesworth said.
Mr. Moreau nodded in agreement.
Collin put the phone to his ear. “Hi, Mom!”
“Collin, those men from before, Arturo and his brother Pat, maybe Patrick or Patrig, they’re here again, cutting the grass. They said you paid them already.”
“Um, yeah, Arturo and Patricio, I did. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Why?”
“Because it needs doing, Mom. And I care. I wish I could do it for you, but…”
“I thought you wanted me to get rid of this house.”
“I want you to be happy.”
His mom seemed to need a minute to digest that as the phone stayed silent for a good long beat. When she spoke again, her voice was a little softer. “I don’t understand.”
Collin closed his eyes and rubbed the point between his eyebrows. “Just because I can’t give you everything, Mom, doesn’t mean I don’t want to give you everything I can. I guess this is me trying. Will you let me?”
“Oh, Collin.” His mom’s voice was definitely softer now. “Promise me you're not hurting yourself to do this.”
“I’m not. I promise. I’m putting money in savings and everything.”
