Page 14 of Collin, Episodes 4-6 (The Residency Boys #2)

“I know. That’s why we’re in the shower. I’ll get the warm water running in a moment.

“Can’t—wear—cuffs—in the shower!”

“Oh, sweet summer child,” Damian murmured. “These are shower cuffs. They’re designed for it. Hands up.”

Collin glanced upward as Damian pulled. There was a hook in the wall above his head. Damian dragged Collin’s cuffed and linked wrists up to the same level and latched them there.

Collin’s belly heaved. Now he couldn’t even rub the salt that was irritating his cheeks away. He was naked, on his knees, in a shower with Damian looking down at him, a sad, worried look in his eye.

“You need to pee, Collin.”

“Can’t with you standing there!”

Damian crouched down and grabbed Collin’s dick in his hand, pointing it in the general direction of the drain. “Pee.”

Collin’s entire body rebelled. How could he urinate with someone else holding his dick and his hands stretched above his head? And that wasn’t to mention the fact that his body seemed to have decided that there was entirely too much going on for urination to be an available body function.

Mr. Reevesworth stepped into the bathroom, holding a tray with mango juice, tea, and a pitcher of water. “He may have held it too long. Start with getting more liquid in him and warming him up. It’s hard to let go when you’re shivering as hard as he is.”

Damian plucked at his shirt. “Can I strip out of my clothes, sir? This is cashmere.”

Mr. Reevesworth inclined his head. Damian stepped out of the shower and made short work of getting down to bare skin, underwear banished to the floor as well.

Every part of him was perfect, round, lush, and muscular.

Where Mr. Reevesworth was long planes of hard muscle, Damian was beautifully opposite.

Tight dark hair darkened his chest, arms, and legs, and a dark mat of neatly trimmed curls made a lawn around his genitals.

As if Collin needed to feel any worse about himself. He hung his head and closed his eyes.

Damian stepped into the shower radiating heat. Water spat out of the detachable showerhead, hitting the far wall but not Collin. And then it was on his chest, running down his thighs. All he wanted to do was curl up and press into it.

But of course, he couldn’t. He was cuffed.

Damian slid his hand under Collin’s jaw and tilted his head up, pressing the rim of a mug against Collin’s lips. “Drink.”

Collin’s belly flexed. He wanted to say no. He wanted to jerk his head away. Any single sip was going to force the issue and strip away whatever dignity he might have left. The water from before was already pushing it.

“Drink, Collin. That’s not a suggestion.”

He parted his lips. Tea, tenderly sweet and tasting of oranges, splashed over his tongue.

He pulled every last drop from the mug and sank back, gasping for air.

Heat spread from his belly up into his chest and down into his loins.

“Can you give me one of my hands, please. I think it’s about to come. ”

Damian raised his foot and pressed the ball of it against the base of Collin’s dick, pointing it down. “Just pee.”

Collin jerked on his cuffs, eyes flashing to Damian’s face. But Damian was merely gazing down at him, face implacable.

“You’ve got your foot on my dick, dude.”

“Yes, I do.”

“What the fuck?”

“You can do this, Collin. This is a punishment. Pee, and we can move on to what’s next.”

Collin jerked on the cuffs again.

Strong fingers sank into Collin’s hair, gripping it. “You can do this, Collin.”

“You’re NOT my dom.”

“No, I’m what your dom is using.”

Angry tears collected on the edges of Collin’s eyes and ran down his face. “Go find your own sub, but I’m not yours! Okay? We’re friends, but I’m not your fucking sub, so get the hell off of me. Red. Fucking red.”

Collin squeezed his eyes shut. Damian was suddenly gone, leaving nothing but the pulse of warm water hitting Collin on the shoulder, and then Mr. Reevesworth was there, right in front of him, hands on the cuffs, lifting them off the hook.

Collin fell into him, his forehead coming to rest on the crook of Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder, and suddenly he could breathe.

Suddenly the world wasn’t turning so fast. The only thing that was wrong was that the collar of Mr. Reevesworth’s shirt meant there was less skin he could press his face against.

Mr. Reevesworth started to touch the latches on the cuffs. Collin pulled his wrists back against his body.

“I’m taking them off, Collin. You said red.”

“I said red to Damian, sir, not to you, not to punishment.”

Mr. Reevesworth stilled in the falling water. “I’m going to check in on you then. What are you thinking right now?”

“That you smell good.”

“And what were you thinking when you said red?”

“That…” Collin closed his mouth. He couldn’t articulate the mass of emotion that had surged through him without sharing Damian’s secret.

“It’s not mine to say, sir.”

Mr. Reevesworth’s hands tightened around Collin’s wrists. “Are you saying there’s something between you and Damian that I don’t know about?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you trust me to finish what I had him start?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Can Damian stay?”

“He can watch, not do.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“Is there distrust between the two of you?”

“No, sir.”

“Then I’ll get it from him later.” Mr. Reevesworth gripped Collin by the dick. “Empty your bladder, boy.”

Huddled against Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder, Collin obeyed.

Between the water beating down and the scent of Mr. Reevesworth in his nose, he couldn’t even tell he was letting go except for the practically painful relief that coursed through his groin and up through his belly into his nerves.

He sagged, finished, and Mr. Reevesworth caught him.

“Let’s get you warm and clean and then wrapped up in a blanket. I’m guessing you skipped lunch too, didn’t you?”

Collin nodded. He was in too much of everything to speak, but for once, Mr. Reevesworth wasn’t requiring verbal answers. He had one arm around Collin and was adjusting the temperature of the falling water to be warmer

“Damian, the bottle of juice, please. Hand it to me.”

Collin moved his head out from under the direct spray and opened his mouth.

He drank as Mr. Reevesworth held the juice to his lips.

It was cold, but the sugar tasted sweet and necessary, and the water pounding down on him grew warmer and warmer.

Mr. Reevesworth drew Collin to his feet and wrapped an arm around his waist.

Collin leaned into him. “Your shirt is wet, sir.”

“All of me is wet, pet, that’s what happens when one jumps unexpectedly into a shower.”

“Sorry.”

“Hush, don’t be. You’re mine, Collin. And you needed me.”

“But you’re all wet.”

“And you hurt yourself. Which is worse?”

Collin’s hands stroked down Mr. Reevesworth’s shirt until the pads of his fingers snagged on the man’s leather belt. “Won’t this be ruined?”

“Collin, if you think one leather belt is worth more than you being safe and cared for, then we have a long, long way to go.”

“They cost money, sir.”

“And you are priceless.” Mr. Reevesworth pressed a kiss against Collin’s throat. “I have not done enough yet for you to truly understand that, have I? Don’t worry, I shall.”

It was an oath. Collin shuddered, fingers curling around Mr. Reevesworth’s belt. “I’m scared, sir.”

“Of what?”

“That I’m not worth whatever you’re planning on doing. That you’re wrong and someday you’ll realize it and then you’ll hate me. What if I fail?”

“Failure is temporary. You failed today. And where am I?”

Collin flinched and pressed in closer against his dom. “Here, sir.”

“We both are.” Mr. Reevesworth kissed him again, this time on the head. “ I failed today, and yet where are you?”

“Here, sir.”

“And are you leaving me?”

“No, sir.”

“Think about that, then. Failure is temporary. We all do it. Even when we make no wrong choices and take no missteps, sometimes we still fail. We are not gods. And according to legends, gods fail frequently as well. Are you greater than the gods, Collin? I’m afraid none of us will measure up to your standards if so. ”

Collin laughed despite himself, shaking his head, which was more like rubbing his face against Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder. The man’s shirt was scratchier when wet than dry. Collin lifted his face and rubbed the irritation.

“I’m not a god, sir. And I don’t hold others to those standards.”

“Just yourself.”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’ll work on that.” M. Reevesworth set the bottle of juice down on the shower shelf and put soap on a loofah. “Let’s get you clean, pet.”

Out of the shower, dried, and wrapped in a massive soft blanket, Mr. Reevesworth installed Collin on the couch.

“I’m going to leave you with Damian, just to watch you, while I get changed and shower a little myself.

” Mr. Reevesworth looked down at his ruined clothes.

“I’m pretty sure there’s any number of unknown fluids on me at this point after the vet’s office. ”

“And me.” Collin flushed.

“Can Damian get you more tea?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Drink the tea. I’ll be right back.”

He left Collin and Damian alone together.

Damian was already dressed again in a warm set of matching sweats. He stood and moved toward the kitchen. “I’ll be right back. Does more orange spice work?”

“Please.”

Collin floated in the silence, his ears half following Damian’s quiet movements and the bubbling of the electric kettle.

Everything had been so bad, and now everything felt warm and cozy and soft.

Even if two punishments were coming his way, he didn’t care.

Or was that the right way to describe simply not being afraid of them?

He’d been touched, seen, and somehow, somehow, everything hadn’t shattered.

A large part of him twisted in his chest, still ashamed for causing a scene, for being needy, but it was being smothered under the warm blanket and a haze of endorphins.