“You said you didn’t want me to date other people.”
“That’s right,” I tell him, lifting his face so I can see his eyes. “It’s not physical monogamy I need, Trevor. All I want is to be the one your heart belongs to. When the camera turns off and you curl up to sleep? I’m the one in your bed. No one else.”
He exhales softly, eyes closing for a minute. “And you’ll watch any time you want to.”
“Yes,” I agree, pulse skipping.
Trevor turns his head to kiss my palm. “Red… Have you considered what you enjoy most isn’t simply voyeurism…but being a cuckold?”
I still, my mouth moving uselessly for a moment.
Trevor waits patiently, bringing our hands down between us and squeezing mine tight.
“Holy shit,” I finally manage.
“You enjoy the idea of watching me have sex with others,” he says calmly, factually. “You like them touching me, wanting me. But you maintain control through the boundaries we’ve set. Cuckolding as a kink involves deriving pleasure through consensual non-monogamy.”
I nod weakly. “Yeah, I just… I’ve literally never thought of that before.Fuck. That’s… I mean, that’s exactly it, isn’t it?”
Trevor gives my hand another squeeze. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I say again, huffing a tiny laugh. “I never had a name for it, you know? Because I don’t want other people touching me.”
He nods.
“But the thought of watching them with you?” I shake my head a little. “When did you figure that out? The night we went clubbing?”
Trevor’s fingers play with mine, an almost sheepish smile on his face. “Before then. That time you came to the bar while I was working.”
“Our third date?” I ask in shock. “How?”
“You said… ‘No one touches you without my permission.’” His lips twist, as if he’s remembering the moment. “You didn’t say no one was allowed to touch me. You said specifically without your permission. You wanted to be a part of it, Isaac.”
“Well fuck.”
Trevor chuckles softly. “So I wondered.”
“It’s a little scary how observant you are, you know that? At least you’ll only ever use your powers for good.”
“Promise,” he says, lying back on his newly made bed.
I join him, my head at the crook of his shoulder, my fingers tracing over the designs inked onto his skin. A decorative owl, what looks like angel wings near his neck, the tiger on his bicep. “Trevor?”
He hums, eyes catching mine.
“We’ll have to be more careful if you’re doing partner work, won’t we?”
He nods, his head resting on his arm. “Are you okay with always using protection?”
“Yeah,” I say, knowing it’s the truth. “The first time… I want to be there.”
Trevor leans down to kiss the top of my head. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
My nicest suit is a dark, emerald green. It was my tiny act of rebellion when my dad started dragging me to business dinners and other events I didn’t want to go to.
In a sea of navy and black, at least I can be different.
I check my reflection in the mirror, smoothing my jacket down and fidgeting with my tie. Finally, I have to force myself to admit I’m ready and turn for the door.
