“What are you doing?” Andy asked him, tone far too conversational for what he’d just done.
“Dying,” he croaked.
“You’ll live.”
“Debatable,agapi mou.”
“Are you still with Greyson?” Andy asked.
“Yes. And the herd of bachelorettes learning to paint trees and flowers.”
“You can’t take that erection back out there,” Andy laughed.
“How do you know I’m hard?” Leonidas glared down at his cock.
“Because you have a plug in your ass, holding you open for me, and you just listened to me jack off. Are you not?”
“I am,” he grumbled.
“Do something about it. That’s for me and only me.”
Leonidas sighed and pinched the tip of his dick until he grunted in pain.
“Good boy,” Andy praised. “I know you said you were going to pick me up from the airport tomorrow, but I’ll take a cab. I want you at the cabin. Waiting.”
“Waiting how?” he managed.
“Naked,” Andy suggested. “A plug stretching out your lubed-up hole, legs spread, blindfold on.”
“You really are trying to kill me,” he groaned.
“My flight lands at eight. I’ll be back by ten.”
“Yes, Sir,” Leonidas whispered.
“Take the plug out after class to give yourself a rest. I’ll talk to you before bed.”
“Have a drink for me,” he said.
“They’re all for you, little lion. I love you.” Andy disconnected the call, and Leonidas tucked the phone back into his pocket. He adjusted his half-hard cock behind his underwear and took four deep breaths before returning to the main room of the studio.
Greyson had thankfully managed to get the group through the rest of the painting, and the women all milled around together,oohingandaahingover howwellthey’d done. Greyson rinsed out his brushes, and Leonidas joined him again in the front of the room.
“Everything all right?” Greyson asked, giving Leonidas a knowing look.
“Fine,” he answered, clearing his throat. “Andy was just checking in.”
Greyson made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like understanding, but Leonidas shrugged it off.
“I was serious about what I said before,” he told Greyson. “I’ll be leaving next month for a bit, but if money will help you maintain this space, I can do that. I want to do that.”
“Money always helps.” Greyson gave him a tight smile.
“We need more of this anyway.” Leonidas gestured at the event and the customers.
“We?”
“Cherry Creek,” he corrected, embarrassment snaking up the back of his neck and pinking the tips of his ears.
