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

Mr. Moreau nodded. “As am I. If you’re hungry, I’ll go plate dinner; it shouldn’t sit too long.”

Mr. Reevesworth reached down and stroked Collin’s shoulder. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, sir. But I need to use the toilet, please.”

“As do I. Up.”

They ate in the kitchen. Mr. Reevesworth did not offer Collin a chance to dress, and Collin did not ask.

Mr. Moreau merely dropped a towel over one of the chairs, and Collin took it as his own for the meal.

Afterward, the three of them sat together in the living room, Collin with a photo book on architecture and Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau reading summaries and news articles from their personal assistants.

They traded comments to each other and made notes.

Collin listened as much as he studied the photographs and notes in front of him.

“If they’re buying that mine, who’s buying them, then?” he asked, having followed the conversation for several minutes.

Mr. Reevesworth broke off what he was saying. “What do you mean, Collin?”

“I mean, if that holding company is buying that mine, who’s the controlling interest in the holding company?”

Mr. Moreau supplied the name.

Collin scratched his chin. “Didn’t they buy a chip supplier two months ago and the glass manufacturing plant three months ago?”

Mr. Reevesworth leaned forward. “Where are you taking this?”

“It sounds like someone’s trying to imitate the Chinese in creating a fully integrated production system, owning everything all the way back to the raw materials.

It’s how the Chinese market is selling cheaper items, like green energy cars, than can be produced in, say, here or Germany.

Only one company in the supply line has to make a profit, not fifteen or fifty. ”

“Since when did you pay attention to the Chinese automobile market?”

“I follow green energy news. About a year ago, that meant I started following China watchers. Just a couple of podcasts on my commutes.”

“My notes don’t have anything on who’s controlling that holding company.” Mr. Reevesworth scrolled through his tablet. “I’ll give Kista a note to find out.”

Collin closed his book with his finger holding the page. “Why are you following who’s buying mining rights in central Africa though?”

“We like to know who’s going after what resources and what they think they’re worth.”

Mr. Moreau nodded in agreement with his husband. “Right now, our only mining businesses are focused on making waste dump mining profitable, but we still keep an eye on other adjacent industries.”

Mr. Reevesworth oversaw Collin getting ready for bed in his own bathroom, but when it came time to lie down, he took Collin by the hand and led him back to the primary bedroom and tucked him into the big bed.

He kissed Collin on the forehead. “I’m going to leave you with émeric. I’m staying up to see Damian.”

Collin grasped Mr. Reevesworth’s arm for a second and kissed the man’s wrist.

Mr. Reevesworth smiled and brushed Collin’s hair out of his eyes. “Be good for émeric. If you need anything, he can help you.”

Mr. Moreau cameto bed a few moments later, getting in on the other side. Collin rolled over to be able to see him. Lying naked under the covers with this man without Mr. Reevesworth was a little odd.

“Is everything okay with Damian?” he asked into the dim light.

Mr. Moreau settled onto his pillow, one hand stretched out above his head and bent at the elbow. “Generally, we don’t speculate about others in The Residency when they aren’t present. But…in this case, I can see why you’re asking. I expect you’re missing Richard.”

Collin pushed his body down into the mattress, making himself smaller. “Am I taking too much attention away from Damian?”

“No. Not in the slightest. Yesterday was about Damian, wasn’t it? And now your dom is out there waiting for him again.”

“But I’m here, again, and Damian wasn’t here.”

“You’re where you need to be. Damian doesn’t sleep well in here.

He prefers his own bed. To be frank, Damian is a mattress hog.

I think that’s how it’s said here.” Mr. Moreau chuckled.

“And then there’s the fact that Damian’s bed is the softest monstrosity that the man could find.

Richard complains any time he lies on it. I refuse on principle.”

Collin wiggled. The mattress in this room was fairly dense, just the way he liked it. He’d gotten used to sleeping on a futon on the floor at his previous place. Even the guest bedroom bed in “his” room was almost too soft now. But this bed was perfect.

“I don’t want to make Damian jealous.”

“You won’t, pet.” Mr. Moreau reached out and stroked Collin’s cheek.

“It’s good of you to think of others, but it’s also not your responsibility to moderate how much attention you take.

That’s not the sharing of power you agreed to.

It’s up to you to make your needs known and up to Richard and me to decide how to meet those needs.

The same goes for Damian. He, also, is not responsible for balancing the household, only for being himself.

Like yesterday, when he kissed you, he wasn’t responsible for you; he was only responsible for being himself. ”

Collin made a face. “You know that makes me feel like I’m in free fall until one of you catches me and tells me what to do, right?”

Mr. Moreau hummed. “Is that so? Do you need an order now? Are you in free fall in this moment?”

Collin grimaced. “Does untethered count?”

Mr. Moreau laughed. “Ask.”

Collin groaned. He hid his face in the bed and shook his head.

Mr. Moreau pulled back the covers and slapped Collin across the ass. “And you’re doing so well with the toilet permissions. Ask, brat, before I tell Richard you need discipline.”

Collin curled up into a ball, arms around his pillow. He glared at Mr. Moreau over the end of it. “Can’t you ask me to do something easier? It’s been a day.”

“No.”

Collin huffed and shoved his face back into the pillow.

The sting on his ass, though, felt good.

And the memory of writhing with the vibrator inside him came back to remind him of the consequences of not asking.

Familiar cold prickles of panic were already crawling up his arms and legs, and there was that sensation of impossibilities and denial crawling into his chest. Lying naked in half the massive bed on his own was too much.

And asking would stop the too much even if the thought of asking was stirring nausea in his stomach.

“Fine.” He stuck his face out above the end of the pillow. “Mr. Moreau, would you please catch me and tell me what to do?”

Mr. Moreau reached out with one long arm and grabbed him, pulling him across the bed and into his side. “Richard should leave anchor points on you.”

“Huh?”

“Cuffs. A collar. Things I could use to tie you to other things so you have no questions about where you’re supposed to be.”

Collin’s dick tried to thicken in the cage. His breath stuttered.

“I read your contract. It looks like you like that?”

“I would like to claim the fifth.”

Mr. Moreau chuckled. “Damian’s the lawyer, boy, not me.” He tucked Collin into his side and draped one leg over Collin’s. “Stay.”

It was enough. Collin let himself drift in the moment, feeling the bed and the sheets and breathing in the scent that was uniquely Mr. Moreau. A question was rotating through his head, and it slipped out.

“Am I going to be spending a lot of time naked?”

Mr. Moreau’s only response was to grab Collin’s ass and squeeze just to the point of pain. “Go to sleep, pet.”

Collin stirred. He was on his stomach now.

There was a new weight on the bed. He turned his head, sensing Mr. Reevesworth, his scent, his movements.

That long solid body came to rest beside him.

A hand stroked over his head. Collin snuggled into it.

Another hand stroked down his back, moving aside the covers and settling on his ass.

Collin breathed out. Whatever was happening did not seem to require him waking fully.

A hand spread the cheeks of Collin’s ass, and a finger slid into him, eased by the slick from the shower. Collin blinked, tensing. For a moment, neither he nor Mr. Reevesworth moved. Surely Mr. Reevesworth knew he was awake? His entire body had gone tight under the man’s hands.

Did he want this?

Warmth flooded inside of him. Yes . He let his muscles loosen and closed his eyes. For a moment, nothing happened. He lay there, aware, waiting, feeling. Each millimeter of that finger inside of him was the focus of his attention.

Mr. Reevesworth sank the digit deeper. Soft squelching from the lube applied hours before echoed in the room.

Mr. Moreau rolled over. Collin half flinched and forced himself to loosen again.

Mr. Moreau seemed to prop himself up on an elbow.

Collin couldn’t see. His eyes were closed, and his face was turned to the other side of the bed.

Mr. Reevesworth drew out his fingers, and Mr. Moreau handed him something. It must have been more lube because his hand came back, this time with two wet fingers.

Mr. Moreau slid his arm under Collin’s hips and lifted his ass up into the air.

Fuck . Collin’s mind blanked. He was just hanging in space, bent over Mr. Moreau’s arm like a pair of pants on a coat hanger.

No one was asking. No one was speaking, and Mr. Moreau was just holding him up, ass up, ignoring him.

His other hand pressed the mounds of Collin’s ass apart, spreading the mouth of his hole.

Collin’s heartbeat doubled. He couldn’t have been more exposed. His caged dick swung between his legs, and his hole spasmed in its new vulnerable position.

Knees shifted and Mr. Moreau pulled Collin up and over his thigh, still in the same face down exposed position but stabilized.

Are they just staring at me? At my…hole?

Blood rushed into Collin’s face till it tingled. It took everything he had to stay limp and pliant as if he were still asleep.