I mean, had he actually said that we were…
Did Gage mean he wanted to be…
“That okay?” he asked before I could fully wrap my head around having possibly just heard the B-word come out of his mouth after I’d already given up on ever getting to be called that. “Because I know you were worried about a scarf making you look gay, Noe, and being boyfriends issuperfucking gay,” he continued, confirming that (omigodomigodomigod) Ihadheard it. “But it’s not just the collar and the sex stuff,” Gage, who’d just implied that we were boyfriends (!!!), said next. “Wekissnow, bro, and I was thinking about it, and that’s... well, boyfriends is just the word for what weare, you know? Because it means doing all that shit together, plus, uh…feelings. So, if you think you can handle being gay, and that you’d want to—”
“Yes,” I interrupted, not at all sure why he was rambling when first of all, that was my job, and second, it was kind of cute that he had no problem telling me I was going to wear a collar that labeled me as his property but thought I might shy away from being called his boyfriend, and third—third andmost important—did he actually, honestly, really and for real think for one single solitary minute that I would have a problem being called his boyfriend when that was what I wanted more thanair?
I mean, okay, yes, I may or may not have decided the label didn’t matter, but clearly, I’d been wrong about that. It totally mattered. It mattered times infinity. It waseverything. And the gay part?Hewas the one who was straight. Well, formerly straight. Straight… adjacent? Whatever. I was sure there was some letter that stood for however Gage wanted to label himself somewhere in that big ol’ LGBTQ+ acronym, butthe pointwas—
“I don’t mind being gay,” I blurted. “I mean, Iamgay. I’m totally gay.Soooogay. I thoughtyouwere the one who didn’t want to be gay. I mean, you like girls and you’ve always liked girls and being gay isn’t something that girl-liking guys are always okay with, butI’mokay with it because I’veneverliked them. So I, I mean, I’m not, that is, I have no problem with... um, what?”
I was getting side-tracked by all the giddy flutters inside me, but I made myself take a breath and refocus before I lost the point completely. Because it wasimportant.
Oh, right.
“Yes,” I said, fireworks going off inside me as I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. “I want to be your boyfriend, G. Totally.Completely. All the yeses. Yes forever.”
Thatwas the point.
Gage started to grin back at me, but then—
“Hold up. You’re gay?” he asked, his smile dropping as his brow crinkled in confusion. “Since when? Because before allthisstarted—” he waved a hand between the two of us, “—you never said… I mean, you didn’t act like… you weren’t…” He stopped, huffing out a breath. Then his lips quirked up in one of those sexy half-smiles of his, and he shook his head at me. “Quit getting me off topic, Noe.I’mthe one who’s gay now. I’ve even got a motherfuckingboyfriend. And I don’t like girls. What are you even talking about? I mean, yeah, I did, but I’m done with them. We covered this. Did you miss the part where I’m your boyfriend now?Yours. And you’re a guy. I likeyou.”
I bit my lip, but newp. I couldn’t stop smiling.
“But you also like girls,” I pointed out, teasing him because I couldn’t help it… which may or may not have deserved a spanking.
(It totally did.)
(Which I’d be sure to remind him of later.)
“I did like them, yeah,” Gage said, running a finger over my lips… stroking my cheek… playing with one of the dimples that I knew had to be out in full force, because I could Not StopSmiling. He cleared his throat. “But now I don’t—”
“I mean, you’re not just going to suddenly stop being attracted to them,” I interrupted again, breathless and quivering again and maybe…maybe, if I was being completely honest, also goading him just a little bit. Not just because of that spanking he should definitely give me later, but also because I would never,everget tired of hearing him say that he wantedme… choseme… was forever done with girls because he wasmyboyfriend now.
It wasn’t like I actually cared what label he decided to give himself as long as it meant he wanted to be with me, and since I knew hedidwant that—I believed that with my whole heart and soul now because he wasmine,and he was about to put a collar on me that shouted out to the whole world that I was his, too—it didn’t actually matter to me that he also liked to look at boobs.
But it was still utterly, deliciously satisfying the way he was working so hard to convince me he didn’t want them anymore.
“Uh, yeah, I kindaamgonna stop,” he said now, starting to sound a little irritable about the whole thing. (Which, honestly? Was kind of adorable.) “I mean, Ididstop. Jesus, Noah. You think I’m looking at anyone but you? I mean, sure, girls are still hot, but it’s not like I want to—”
He snapped his mouth closed mid-sentence, scrubbing a hand over his face and making me smile even bigger when he muttered another frustrated-soundingJesusunder his breath.
He looked down at me—so okay, maybe I’d giggled, not just smiled, when he’d gotten all flustered like that—narrowing his eyes for a moment before his lips lifted in a dirty, dirty grin that instantly made my dick respond.
“Noah, what part of ‘only you’ are you failing to get here?” he asked in that hard, don’t-forget-who-your-master-is voice as he dragged his finger down from my cheek to circle it around my throat, right where the collar was going to sit. “It’s just you. You’re it for me. You’re myboyfriend, and since you’re the only one I want—since no one else, not chicks or guys or any of those other options—is ever gonna do it for me, because you are the only one I willeverwant, and you happen to be a guy, that makes me gay, got it, baby? I. Am.Gay.”
I nodded, my whole heart glowing so brightly that I wouldn’t be surprised if our dorm neighbors started complaining about the glare. But they could complain all they wanted. No one in the entire history of all time had ever been in love as deeply as I was right at that very moment. I wasdrowningin it, and I definitely needed mouth-to-mouth if I was going to survive.
But first…
“Can I please have my collar now, Master?” I asked, brushing the tears off my cheeks.
When had that happened?
“It’s not supposed to make you cry, Noe,” Gage said, moving my hands aside so he could dry my cheeks himself, then wrapping the collar around my neck and buckling it in place just like I’d asked him to.
He was still smiling down at me, though, so I figured he knew they weren’tsadtears.
