“Tomorrow when I get home we’ll have a scene to get us both back in the right headspace again. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“Six months, give or take.” They both worked their asses off. They had different lives, different worlds, but that didn’t matter, at the core of things.
Isaac stared at him. “Six months? No…it can’t have been that long.”
“Yeah, babe. It’s been a while. We didn’t—and we had to help Alain and then your sister visited, and I was working that case…” It happened.
“Jesus. Let’s not let that happen again. Six months…no wonder I was missing you so much. Fuck, we definitely need a scene.”
“Yes. Yes, please. I ache for you.” And that was that.
“Not tonight, as tempting as you are. Tonight you need your rest. Tomorrow, I’ll dream something up while I’m working. Something to satisfy us both.” Isaac dropped his voice to a whisper. “Something that will leave a mark.”
“Yes, Sir. That would make me proud.”
He swore he could feel Isaac’s chest fill at his words. “My good boy. Six months or six minutes. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t make you any less mine.”
Neil leaned in hard, almost cuddling—a manly cuddling, but a snuggle, nonetheless.
“I’m right here. This is our space, right? Close your eyes. Let everything go. There’s no work here, no world to save, it’s just us.”
I love you, Guapo. So much.
More than he could say.
4
When Isaac woke in the morning, he had not just one, but two boys serving him. He rolled over when his alarm went off and kissed his sleepy Neil on the temple—the one that didn’t have stitches. He smelled coffee as he rolled out of bed and headed for the shower, which meant Alain had to be up and in the kitchen. And when he got out of the shower, there was a mug of that coffee, fixed just how he liked it, waiting for him on the bathroom counter.
Neil always brought him coffee when he stayed the night, and as he drank that first cup he felt the weight of every single day of those six months they’d been apart. He’d missed this, missed Neil more than he’d allowed himself to admit. He’d just reminded himself, over and over, that Neil had needs beyond what he was able to give. He’d been hoping the boy would find someone to satisfy those other desires.
He’d been waiting for Neil to tell him how this was going to work.
But fuck if it wasn’t the most complicated—and sometimes, if he was honest, heartbreaking—situation ever. It wasn’t Neil’s need to dominate as well as submit that Isaac had trouble with at all, not in theory. But in practice, Neil’s polyamorous nature, and knowing he was going to have to share and give his boy the space to love someone else, was hard to get his head around.
Never mind his heart. That was…
He had some growing to do.
But he wasn’t going to waste time on things he couldn’t do anything about. Not right now. Neil was here for a whole week, and he was going to find his headspace and bask in it. He let himself grin with anticipation while he shaved and brushed his teeth.
That grin only grew when he walked back into the bedroom and found two boys on their knees.
“Good morning, boys.”
“Good morning, Sir.” It was like a chorus. He was the Master of all this morning.
“This is quite a treat.” He straightened his shoulders, feeling ten feet tall.
“Master Cyrus likes his breakfast,” Alain said quietly. “He’s a good eater for sure. You want you an omelet, Sir? I found eggs and veg and some cheese.”
He had time for breakfast that he didn’t have to cook himself. “Yes. Thank you, Alain.”
Alain didn’t move.
He blinked for a second, but then it came to him. “You’re excused, boy.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Alain stood and left the room.