“Don’t take it,” I managed, the words taking twice as long as they should have to come out of my mouth for some reason. Hopefully they’d work, though. Except... No, they probably wouldn’t, because this was Gage, so he’d think he knew best and he’d already said he wanted it off. But this time, for once, he was wrong. It should definitely stay on. I just had to come up with a way to convince him of that.
That was harder than it sounded, since even though the floor had finally steadied itself now that his arms were around me, the walls had decided to get in on the wobbling action now.
They were making me dizzy.
I closed my eyes to shut out the wobbles so I could concentrate on finding a convincing argument, clutching the collar while I did to make sure Gage didn’t snatch it away, and wracked my sluggish, beer-drenched brain.
I just… just had to explain things to him.
Important things.
The importantest.
“I want, um, I’m not… I need… Youcan’ttake it, Gage, because I’m notdoneyet.”
Phew. Okay. Mission accomplished. My eloquence and articulation there had to have wowed him, right? And a good thing, because coming up with that stunningly complex argument had beenexhausting.
I sort of collapsed against him now that the heavy lifting was done, breathing in all the yumminess that he always oozed out of his pores like… like… whatever something was that smelled like happiness and cinnamon and every other good thing ever invented. ButthenI suddenly remembered that I’d promised him I’d get the dorm keys out, because I was his slave and it was my job to handle that sort of thing from now on, so I shoved my hand back into his pocket and rooted around to find them.
No rest for the voluntarily indentured.
I snickered, pretty sure that had been funny even if it was way too many syllables to attempt out loud when everything felt a little… a little bit unstable.
“Oooookay, bro. Pretty sure youaredone, actually,” Gage said as I wiggled my fingers in his pocket. His beer breath tickled my neck as he laughed, his arms tightening around me and giving me all the stability I needed, because have I mentioned that he was the best? If I hadn’t already promised to get the keys out, I could seriously make a case for staying right here with him, just like this, forever, please and thank you. Gage obviously had other ideas, though.
“Let’s get inside so I can get you some aspirin and water and get you in bed, Noah,” he said. “You’re fucking toasted.”
No, I wasn’t.
Well, maybe I was.
Okay, I definitely was… but more importantly, I finally found the keys, wedged right up against the warm, fat squishiness of his denim-covered dick, and now all I had to do to be the best slave he’d ever want was pull it out for him.
Them, I meant. I had to pullthemout. The keys, not Gage’s dick.
Unless he wanted me to pull his dick out?
He was my master, after all, so if he wanted me to, then I’d have to, right?
I sighed happily, letting my eyes drift closed as I relaxed against him again. This slave gig was thebest. Maybe I should look into switching my major. Did the college offer degrees in total servitude? The counselor hadn’t brought it up during my advisory meeting, but maybe that was on me. I hadn’t thought to ask, since I hadn’t realized how nice it would be.
“Hey,” Gage said, interrupting that particular daydream. The floor wobbled again, but his arms tightened around me, so I ignored it and snuggled in closer. “Don’t fall asleep on me, Noe,” he said, a smile in his voice. “Especially not with your hand in my pocket. Let me just—”
“No,” I blurted when he tried to take over key duty, forcing my eyes open since he’d told me not to sleep yet.
“Noah…”
I shoved my hand in deeper. “I’ve got it, G.”
Iwas the slave. I’d be the one to do all the things, thank you very much.
I pushed the heavy weight of his dick to the side and tugged on the key ring... butcarefulllllllllllly, because I wouldn’t want to damage anything. I wouldneverwant to hurt Gage. Or his dick. Which was very nice, for the record. I’d seen it. I mean, not on purpose, of course, but we were besties and… and sometimes things like that happened.
Right now, though? His dick was kind of getting in the way of me pulling the keys out, bumping against my hand and pressing against my fingers, kind of throbbing and making his pocket start to feel too tight as it took up more and more room… so maybe I should offer to takeitout, instead of the keys? Just to get it out of the way.
“You having fun in there, dimples?” Gage finally asked, his voice a little raspy as he raised one of his eyebrows at me.
The left one.
