“I’m going to work. Enjoy being lazy in my bed. Don’t think I don’t know you’ve got him wound around your tiny paw,” I tell the furry menace as I point to the house where his new BFF is still sleeping peacefully.
Johnny stops grooming his paw to give me what I assume is the cat version of an eye roll before stretching out along the stone wall and jumping down. His tail swishing, hips swaying, no fucks given.
***
“You need me?”
I turn to see Simmons striding into my tiny office, which another TA and I share this year. Luckily, it’s just me today.
“Hey, yeah, I have a plan for our boys. Up for it?” I ask him, biting my tongue with a devilish grin on my face.
Simmons drags back the old tan leather chair in front of my desk and elegantly plops himself into it, two large, hairy paws out on the desk.
“And what would this plan entail? Freddie is the brattiest brat I’ve ever tried to wrangle. You might want to chop this one’s fingers off for insubordination,” he says.
“Maybe not as far as that, but I wouldn’t mind punishing him another time for you,” I tell my old friend.
“Okay, then, details?”
“Jamie and I recently discussed using silence in a scene. I think it could work well, but I haven’t had the chance to punish him with it yet. He’s just too well-behaved,” I say with a fake sigh.
Simmons just chuckles as he readjusts the watch on his thick wrist.
“Tell your boy to text Jamie. He can be his perfect little self. I’m sure that’ll be enough to warrant some chaos for my return home tonight.”
“And do we get the pleasure of watching this new kink punishment unfold?”
“No.”
“Right…. so I let my sub play with your sub like he’s food, but then we don’t get to taste him? I’m not sure your plan is very good, Arnie,” he states with an eyebrow quirked.
“Well, not this time. However, I’m about 99% sure that Jamie has a little crush on your brat. Now wouldn’t that be fun to watch?”
Simmons drums his fingers on the desk, the wood making a light knocking sound.
“I guess there’s no ethical dilemma now that Jamie isn’t at the university. I guess I’d put him into that mental box that says in big letters, student, hands off.”
“You can’t seriously be forgetting that you’ve seen me fuck him twice? Where were your ethical worries then?!”
“In case you’ve also forgotten, Arnie. I’ve never put my hands on that golden little body of his before,” he says, a darkness in his eyes as he looks at me head-on.
“You want to touch him? Since when?”
He leans in, his masculinity seeping from him. All man. Simmons was someone who got what he wanted.
“Since you asked me to lend my sub out for the possibility of your sub fucking one day. Are you saying no?”
I want to say absolutely not right away, but I hesitate. Simmons and I had a past shared experience. I’d helped him out with his subs when they needed pain that he refused to offer. Was my love for Jamie making this off-limits?
“Do you want to fuck him?”
Simmons had sat back and was watching me carefully.
“I know you love him, Arnie. I’m not gonna touch him, fall in love and run off with him attached to Freddie’s leash. I just want to know whether this is dual. Either way, I am up for it. I’ve not had fun with anyone else in ages, neither has Freddie, and I know we both enjoy the company of others both together and separately.”
I knew Simmons was not monogamous in any way, shape, or form. He was a free spirit, although he wouldn’t use those words.
He just had a certain level of liking for everyone that made his dick hard. I’d never seen him go through a breakup or heartbreak. He was the most strong-minded but caring soul I’d ever met.
