Page 7 of Collin, Episodes 7-9 (The Residency Boys #3)

“You were gorgeous.” Damian reached out and tangled his fingers with Collin’s. “When you give, you really give.”

Collin shivered and tried to cover his face with his free hand. “I think I’m after-embarrassed. And I ruined your plans, sir.” He looked back at Mr. Moreau. “You said you were saving that.”

Mr. Moreau shrugged. “There’re still hours in the day, mon petit chaton . I’ll remember to protect my cum if I want to save it next time Richard decides to drive you into the realm of your inner incubus.”

Collin groaned and squirmed. “I’m…not…”

Damian’s chuckle cut him off. “You practically attacked both your doms for cum, brother. I’m not sure you can deny the title.”

Collin whined and curled up tighter inside his Master’s embrace. “I’m never going to be able to look any of you in the face again!”

Damian grinned. “I’m not sure how that’s going to go down in the office.”

Collin groaned. “I’m not… I’m not…”

“You’re gorgeous, submissive, beautiful, and mine.

” Mr. Reevesworth tucked Collin in against his chest and kissed Collin on the nose.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way. What you did today was submission, Collin.

I pushed you, and you blossomed. I wonder how many other gates we can take you through, how much more we can discover about you, about ourselves with you. ”

“You’re not mad it didn’t go as planned?”

“Collin, scenes have a general direction but never have a rigid plan. Passion and pleasure don’t work in that manner.

You have to follow the threads and trust yourselves and your partners.

You write the scene as it unfolds. The more you know of one another, the more you can surmise how the time might progress, but even lovers of decades can discover new facets and reactions in each other.

So yes, I may have planned to have you suck Damian off while edging you and then taken you into the office while I read my book for a while, but when you rose up on your knees with your eyes blown like that, asking, for the first time, begging even, that was a gate inside of you I wanted to open.

You were never outside my control, and you never disobeyed.

I unlocked you, and what I found fascinated and delighted me. ”

Collin swallowed and snuggled in closer. “Can I be embarrassed for a while, anyway?”

“You have permission to be embarrassed. But embarrassing you has become a favorite pastime of mine. Expect much embarrassment in your future.” Mr. Reevesworth kissed Collin again.

Collin wrinkled up his nose. “Why do I like it so much? It feels like there must be something wrong with me.”

Mr. Moreau chuckled and stroked Collin’s leg.

“There’s not one answer to that, Collin.

Going to the places that embarrass us at the hands of a good dom pulls back the veil on experiences usually impossible to achieve with another human being.

It breaks down walls and gives us an experience of love in situations that many of us have been told we would be unlovable in.

It redefines acceptance and allows a freedom unlike any other.

“To have you like you were today, when you had abandoned all control and surrendered, that is heady. When you needed me with the desperation you had today, think of what I feel, think of how powerful it is to be wanted with that kind of abandon. You’re the human version of a dog running to the front door as soon as their human comes home, guileless and without dissembling.

You literally could not lie. You needed me, and you communicated that. ”

Collin whined in his throat and tried to reach for Mr. Moreau. The man moved, pulling Collin into his arms and sitting beside his husband, so that Collin was half in one lap and half in the other.

Collin buried his face in Mr. Moreau’s neck and whimpered. “Still need you. And not just for cum.”

“I know, mon petit chaton . I know. Cum is only a representation.”

Collin rumbled in the back of his throat. “Though you do taste good.”

Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “Noted. Perhaps I will use that to our advantage at a future date.”

Collin did not go back to being silent for the rest of the day.

Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau were more concerned with checking on his mental state.

He was required to crawl and stay on the leash, but Damian rolled a ball around on the floor for him to fetch for a while.

Playing with Damian was fun. He got to tease the man and bite his clothes, and they’d eventually ended up roughhousing a little.

Collin lost badly. Damian was simply stronger than him.

When he complained about it, Damian cuddled him and reminded him he had had a personal trainer and excellent living standards for years.

“You’ll start going to the gym next week, and you’re already putting on weight.

” Then he’d pinched Collin’s ribs and tickled him, initiating another five minutes of squirming and squawking on Collin’s part.

Afterward, Collin crawled into the office and curled up under the desk on Mr. Reevesworth’s feet with a blanket and napped before dinner. It felt like he was catching up on years of sleep.

Dinner was leftovers in the kitchen. Collin sat on a cushion between Mr. Reevesworth’s legs and ate from his fingers.

He felt a little lost and somehow sad for no reason.

Every time the feelings bubbled he curled up tighter around the man’s leg and bit at his pants.

Mr. Reevesworth’s hand would come down and play with his hair, and he’d put his thumb in Collin’s mouth.

Somehow, that helped. He floated in a state that felt only half real but certainly safe and isolated from anything in the outside world.

Damian offered to clean up, and Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau accepted.

They took Collin back to their room with them.

In the room, Mr. Reevesworth kissed his husband and gave Collin a squeeze on the shoulder.

“I’m going to go check in with Damian for a while.

Collin, you can stand up now. It’s time to start bringing you more out of it.

émeric has you. Don’t try to be independent yet.

Just do as he says and tell him if you’re feeling needy at all. If you need me, just say so.”

Collin climbed to his feet slowly. It felt a little odd after being close to the ground all day. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” Mr. Reevesworth kissed him between the eyes while cupping the back of his head and then released him, striding from the room.

Collin watched him go, almost bereft, but then Mr. Moreau was there, smelling like wine and good food and warmth, and Collin leaned into him, enjoying the soft muscles of his chest and the solidness of his belly.

“Why do I feel like crying, sir? It seems like all I do is cry since I came here. I don’t know why you all don’t think I’m a wimp.”

“A wimp would have turned tail and run the first time he met Richard or even before that, during the research you did that attracted Richard’s attention in the first place.

You’re crying because you’re releasing, boy.

And because you’re feeling things truly and deeply.

The depth and the genuineness of your emotion is a gift.

Many people walk through this world without even knowing what they are feeling. They’re numb.”

“I think I was numb, but then all of you broke through that, and now I can’t be numb at all. Please, don’t send me back. I think…I think I’m broken for all that now. It doesn’t feel like I can put everything back into the box and lock it up, not like I did before.”

Mr. Moreau wrapped both arms around Collin and held him close.

“That’s the difficult thing, Collin. To become something new, we have to become unsuited to the thing we were before.

And that is one of the scariest things about changing and growing as a person, knowing that we can’t go back.

That’s what scared me about loving Richard.

He was my first great love. I knew once I let him inside I would never be able to forget what it was like to love and be loved by someone like him.

Either I would be more than I had been, stronger and happier with him in my life, or I would be cut open and the bearer of a scar where that love had once been. ”

Collin wiped away tears. “How did you become brave enough to let him inside?”

“I’m not sure I ever did, not on my own. We lent each other bravery, little bits at a time, until one day we realized we had built a castle with both of us inside of it, together with each other.”

They showered together, and Collin held his own toothbrush and brushed his own teeth and drank more water from a cup he held himself.

Each task he did for himself was a bit like waking up.

Eventually, he crawled into bed. Mr. Reevesworth returned just as Collin was lying down.

He kissed Collin into the mattress, and Mr. Moreau took the moment to tend to Artemis in the walk-in closet.

“Are you okay if I go into the bathroom and leave you for a moment?” Mr. Reevesworth asked.

Collin nodded. He wasn’t going to be clingy.

He could handle being alone. Or so he thought.

Three minutes later, loneliness was crawling up his throat.

He left the bed and crept into the bathroom.

Mr. Reevesworth was just flushing the toilet.

He didn’t say anything but washed his hands and beckoned Collin closer.

Collin wrapped himself against his side while the man brushed his teeth and took care of his evening routine.

He felt silly, but feeling silly was better than shivering miserably by himself.