Page 18 of Collin, Episodes 10-12 (The Residency Boys #4)

It was now early afternoon. Mr. Moreau and Damian had put together a snack tray. Mr. Reevesworth had reluctantly agreed to lunch in bed. They were all eating together lazily, the movie having run out. Collin wasn’t sure if there was another one in the franchise or not.

“Collin,” Mr. Moreau set his water glass to the side on the end table, “do you feel up to talking contracts this afternoon? Or do you need to wait until tomorrow?”

Collin rolled onto his back so he could look up at both his sir and his master. “I could talk now, sir. Are we doing it all at once?”

Mr. Reevesworth stretched and moved toward the edge of the mattress.

“émeric and I meshed our normal contracts together into one document and customized it for this relationship, but we’ve left places for you to add in your own thoughts.

I thought we could read through it together first, then take time to digest it separately. ”

“Are you getting your computer?” Mr. Moreau asked Mr. Reevesworth.

Mr. Reevesworth grunted and stood up. “Yes. Collin, I can send you a digital copy or bring you a printed copy.”

“Can we share the document so we can all see the changes as they’re made?”

Mr. Reevesworth nodded. “In that case, émeric, I’ll bring your tablet. Collin, which of your devices do you want?”

“Tablet, please, and my phone too. I should check in with Alice if that’s okay?”

“Of course.” Mr. Reevesworth kissed the top of Collin’s head.

“I guess that’s my signal to go.” Domain started to move.

Collin reached out and grabbed his leg, the only part he could quickly reach. Damian being alone right now felt wrong. He’d been clinging to Mr. Reevesworth ever since the scene that morning.

“Are you all right with Pup staying for this, pet?” Mr. Reevesworth asked.

Collin bit his lip and looked toward Mr. Moreau.

This didn’t really feel like his call to make, at least not entirely.

“I don’t think Damian should be alone right now, sirs.

Maybe…if we talk about something really private, he could wear earplugs?

I mean, he’s going to know most of what’s in the contract anyway since we play together.

There’s nothing in my current contract I would mind him knowing, and he’s already one of the people I can go to if I can’t go to you. ”

His cheeks turned pink. There was a still a chance Mr. Reevesworth would order Damian to fuck him, and he truly wouldn’t mind.

At all. So really, Damian had been privy to a lot of Collin’s agreements with his doms. He was kinda part and parcel to them even though he and Damian didn’t have a contract with each other. They really were kink brothers.

“Richard,” Mr. Moreau said, “I don’t mind if you use this as a teaching experience for your boy. I know you’ve been planning to have Damian go through more of this. And I can’t think of anything more private than what we all went through already today.”

“Would you like to stay, Pup?” Mr. Reevesworth asked.

Damian nodded. His eyes were glassy, and he looked ready to cry. Collin threw himself across the bed and wrapped his arms and legs around him. “Don’t cry.”

Damian half laughed, half hiccupped. The sound was suspiciously wet. “You’re not my dom; you can’t tell me what to do.”

Collin giggled and squeezed him harder.

In the background, Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “All right, brats. I’ll be back with tablets. Damian, I’m bringing yours, too, so you can make notes for us to review later.”

As Mr. Reevesworth left the room, Mr. Moreau, his face thoughtful, looked down at Collin. “We should talk about the incident earlier. I hadn’t planned to enter you yet, and we had an expectation set.”

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.”

“Then, we can try this. For now. They seem like good guys.”

Collin chuckled. “I think they are. They have a really good reputation and great reviews.”

“Well then.” His mom sighed. “Oh, you should know, I think I’m going to go to my mom’s for Christmas. She called me yesterday with a weird story, and I’m a little worried about how she’s doing. She’s getting older.”

“What happened?”

“She said she saw my dad. But then she said it was a dream, but she thought she was awake. It’s probably nothing. I shouldn’t be worried. She’s always had vivid dreams. My brother is there, and he doesn’t think there’s a problem, but I just feel like I should check for myself.”

“Let me know how it goes and when you’re traveling.”

He wrapped up the call with a few more exchanges and put the phone down, frowning. “Master?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have a safety deposit box or something, like in a bank where I could put something?Something really safe?”

“I have a few of them, yes. Do you need to put something away? We could open one of your own for you. Then you’d have full access under your own name.”

Collin bit his lip. “I’ll open one, someday, but I’d rather if this item was in yours, for now, if that’s all right? Remember my grandfather’s record, the one I wanted to make sure we got from the apartment?”

Mr. Reevesworth inclined his head. “I remember it. It was the only thing you didn’t let the service pack up for you.”

“I think I’d like to have it somewhere secure.”

Collin’s story continues in Collin: Episodes 13–15…