Ours.
It’s a stupid little fact I wish I could scream to the rafters, but I can’t.
When I realize I’m still standing there I shake myself into action. I have my orders.
Dishes.
Now.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE
When the stars align,and our schedule permits, it’s not uncommon for Sir to have me do simple chores. In the early days my precious few stolen bits of time when I’d stay over weekends at Leo’s apartment were normally spent in bed.
When we weren’t in bed, while Leo prepared our meals he preferred to put me on the kitchen floor on a cushion, to do nothing more than sit and watch him so he could talk to me while he cooked for us or did the dishes.
Most of the time I’d be naked, collared, and even fed treats after begging nicely for them. In this way Leo kept my focus on him, anchoring me to the present while shoving my mind deep into subspace. I had no time or extra mental energy to think about anything exceptHim.
Which was Leo’s whole point. During those precious weekends he provided me a desperately needed mental vacation.
Jordan has picked up many of Leo’s tricks, like having me do chores such as clearing the dishes, when possible.
In the past I envied Jordan’s ability to have a “normal” life with Leo outside of work.
Scratch that. Envied isn’t a strong enough word.
I was jealous.
Flat-out, full-on, raging neon-green jealous.
Because Leo got to do everything with Jordan that I couldn’t do with either of them. Especially the things I couldn’t do with Jordan.
Fortunately, I’m past that.We’repast that. This dynamic I share with Jordan and Leo is something different and healing for me now that Jordan is my Sir. But because of my job I don’t get to perform the amount of service-based submission for Jordan that I truly crave.
By doing this, in that way I feel some small measure of satisfaction that I’m taking care of my Sir and able to reciprocate. There’s an interesting dichotomy at play that doesn’t escape me, an echo of how Jordan relates to Leo which mirrors how I relate to Jordan. Jordan can give me the darkness I need but he delivers it in different ways than Leo.
In ways that are perfectly Jordan.
If Leo is a black hole Jordan is the bright quasar at the center, both of us bound to him and each other until we don’t know where one ends and the others begin, or whose gravity is tugging on us at any given time.
I can’t explain it. I don’t know how. It works, and I guess that’s what’s important.
Anyone who knows Jordan would likely never expect he has this darker side. Even if they’ve seen him in a more Alpha mode while at work. He’s so damned deceptively sweet and innocent.
Hell, I sometimes wonder where he finds the strength to keep me going.
Whatever activities he does with Leo during the times spent away from me recharges him. Things are usually more intense with Jordan right after he’s had a break from me to spend time with Leo. Plus, I can always tell when Jordan needs a Leo fix of his own. There have been times I’ve encouraged him to go spend time with Leo because Jordan’s worn himself too thin.
Even a time or two where I pulled POTUS rank and ordered him to go spend time with Leo, including overnight, because I could see how much he needed it. There’s only so much I can do for Jordan on the occasions when I get Toppy with him because it’s difficult for him to completely let go with me the way he does with Leo. Being a caretaker to me is engrained too deeply into Jordan’s DNA at this point.
Also, Leo smiles more after he and Jordan spend time alone together. Back to like he looked when they lived together, before Jordan left.
The way Leo used to smile during our weekends alone together.
If I can’t be the one making Leo smile now, at least Jordan can.
That has to be good enough.
Once I’ve completed my chore I hustle into the bedroom and stand at the end of the bed to wait since I wasn’t given more specific instructions. Sir’s not in here, so all Icando is wait.
