We were more, and we didn’t need labels, even though I did love calling him… things. Master and Daddy and... oh God. My dick was beingsuperdistracting right now. Maybe I needed to take a porn break? Because I was having a really hard time staying on task for some reason. Should I text Gage and ask if that was okay? Because sure, he didn’t like me to jerk off anymore unless he said I could, but that didn’t mean I couldn’taskhim, and maybe he would say Ishould. To clear my head. Maybe he’d even make me do it on FaceTime while he watched.
Unnnnnnnnnnghhhh… that would be so hot.
Oh, wait. He was still in that class, so probably no FaceTime. Still, Ilovedneeding to ask. Loved belonging to him like that. Loved beinghis.
And I guess that was my label, after all. The only one I really needed. I was his.
…but I mean, it would also be nice to haveotherlabels. Or one other label, at least. The kind that started with a B and rhymed with toy… trend. The kind you could say in front of other people without them thinking you were a kinky freak which...
Wait, were we? Kinky freaks? Just because I missed my collar and liked needing to beg for my master’s cum, I mean?
I drummed my fingers on the back of my phone, trying to decide where the line was between kinky shades-of-gray sex and just, like, regular sex. I mean, “regular sex” nowadays included a lot more than just missionary position and glory holes, or whatever it was that people used to do to get off way back before the internet and civilization and whatnot all existed, right? A slave collar was practically a fashion accessory now, not automatic entry into some ominous sex dungeon. And didn’teveryonein modern times like to get pinned down while choking on cock occasionally, or call a guy “Daddy” while licking up his cum?
Well, maybe not lesbians, but probably everyone else.
My phone suddenly pinged with an incoming text, making me jump.
Arnie: Uh… no. LOL. Not even a little bit. Pretty sure that’s you and your boyfriend, dude.
It was followed by a bunch of laughing emojis alternating with eggplants, and even though seeing the B-word written out like that instantly made my heart trip, I was... confused. Gage definitely for sure never called me that, the B-word, I mean, and I wassurehe didn’t say it to anyone else if he wasn’t saying it to me, but who else could Arnie mean?
Also, why had Arnie even sent me…
Ohhhhhhhhhh.
Oops.
He was answering that “codependent” question I’d thought I’d sent to Gage, because I guess I’d done it without really paying attention. I’d already had Arnie’s chat thread open because we’d been messaging earlier about this ugh-worthy assignment for our Philosophy 101 class, which meant when I’d typed it in without looking, I’d sent it toArnie, not Gage, and… and I was an idiot.
I sighed.
He’s not my boyfriend… I typed out but didn’t send back.
I mean, the statement was true, so maybe Ishouldsend it, but maybe… maybe it also wasn’t true?
I deleted it.
“Ugh,” I said, letting my head thump down on the desk. Then, “Ow.”
I sat back up, rubbing my forehead and glaring down at the phone. Then I shot off a quick response that totally dodged the B-word completely.
Noah: Nothing’s wrong with being codependent.
Arnie: Mmhmm. Keep telling yourself that, honey.
Arnie: “You do you.”
Arnie: …or do Gage.
Arnie tacked on a winky face behind that last one, followed by a whole string of emojis that included more laughing faces, some peaches and eggplants and water droplets, a whole row of thumbs-up signs, and then some that were… oh, wow. I hadn’t realized they even made NSFW emojis like that.Myphone definitely didn’t have them.
Maybe I should check the app store and download…
No.
Well, maybe later.AfterI did my homework, thank you very much. Which Arnie was totally trying to distract me from, but—since none of those messages actually required a reply—I was going to stay strong and not let happen right now.
Still, I grinned. He was probably just jealous. After all, he’d never come right out and said thathewas gay, but I’d definitely caught him ogling the professor’s ass in our Philosophy class on more than one occasion. An ass which wasn’t as nice as Gage’s, naturally, but that was still definitely ogle-worthy if you happened to swing in a certain direction.
