Chapter Thirty-Four
January
It’s the Sunday after New Year’s, and we’ve taken a well-deserved weekend off. Inauguration Day is in two weeks.
We were up late last night. George and Declan played, with George spanking the crap out of the boy before fucking him. By that point, Declan and George both had gotten me off several times with their mouths, so I was content to lie there and watch them.
This afternoon, the two goobers are sprawled on the couch. George is shirtless, but wearing sweat pants. Declan’s on top of him, naked, except for his leather cuffs and collar.
It’s a good look on the boy.
Damnedgood.
George lies on his back, his head propped on a pillow as he watchesThe Goonies, even though I have the TV muted and captions enabled. Although with his glasses on the coffee table, I’m not sure how much of the movie he’s actually seeing.
Declan lies on top of him, chest-to-chest. George’s left arm is curled around Dec, his hand splayed in the small of Dec’s back. George and I both ordered an exhausted Declan to take the day off and do absolutely no work today, unless a declared emergency came up. Once the next session starts, we’ll be immediately back into budget work.
So right now, Declan’s eyes are closed, his wired earbuds in place while he listens to music on his phone. I told him to put music on so he wasn’t listening to the two of us and tempted to chime in and work.
I’m curled in one of the comfy chairs with my laptop as we go over George’s inaugural speech and I note his suggestions and changes. Declan wrote the rough draft this week, and it’s damned good. But for something this important, we need George’s input.
Finally, I realize George is watching Declan. “What is that you’re listening to?” he asks Dec. I’m sitting too far away to hear whatever it is Dec’s playing.
“Yoko Kanno.”
He scowls. “Who?”
“‘Cowboy Bebop’ soundtrack.” He removes his left earbud and pops it into George’s left ear.
First, George scowls, then his face transforms, lights up, his eyes falling closed as he listens.
Declan lowers his head onto George’s chest again while I watch, entranced.
They’re…fuckingadorable.
I grab my personal cell phone and snap a couple of pics. I want this moment. I want to preservethis.
I’m watching pure, unadulterated beauty.
A Master and his boy. Both of them completely at peace.
Both of themhappy.
Because who am I kidding? They love each other. I’m honestly shocked they’re still willing and able to find room for me in the middle of whatever this is, but the ring on my finger reminds me of their love.
That they haven’t gotten rid of me speaks to George’s love for me. And Declan’s, too, I suppose.
Except we’re well past the point of no return. Because I’m confident if George ever asked Declan to cut ties to me, the boy would. Without hesitation.
At this point, I guess I wouldn’t blame either of them.
George owns Declan in a way I never did, to the farthest, darkest depths of the boy’s soul. Declan now acts far more confident than he ever did before. Not just at work, but all the time, even in private. Like he’s literally taken some of George inside him.
Not likethat. I mean, okay,alsolike that, but…
Youknowwhat I mean.
George is finally healing, too, ever since the weekend he submitted to us. He is not the same man he was nearly a year ago. Not even close. Even though this has to stay secret for now, George smiles all the time, hisoldsmile.
