“Don’t fucking touch me!” Jed shouts through hard breaths. I give him another blow to the gut, and he folds into Simmons’ arms in agony. I would not go easy on him; I want him bruised so he remembers who finally stopped him.
We drag him inside to the living room. I run to the laundry room where I keep the spare rope while Simmons restrains and keeps Jed in check. Five minutes later, and he’s hogtied with nowhere to go.
“I just want my boy back. He’s unwell, you see. Not right in the head. I just want to take him back to his mother. She’s worried he’ll hurt himself. He ran off and left us worried sick; it’s takenyears to find him,” he says, lying through his teeth, crocodile tears in his eyes.
“Not right in the head? You ABUSED ME!”
We all look up to see Jamie standing holding the discarded baseball bat, his face scorched with anger, his cheeks wet with Raj behind him.
“No, Jamie. You’re unwell, remember? I tried to help you, but you had those… disgusting tendencies. Your mom and I, we tried to help set you straight,” Jed stutters pathetically.
If I had any doubt that the man Jamie has become would have crumbled to the blatant gaslighting coming from Jed’s mouth, then I’d be wrong. Jamie looks fierce, dominating and headstrong as he looks directly into Jed’s eyes as he speaks to the trauma that nearly took him from the world. From me.
“I hate you. I hope you fucking rot where you’re going, you sack of shit. For what you did to me, that poor boy, and any others out there that you got your filthy hands on.” Jamie drops the baseball bat, clearly realising that the man tied before him is no longer a threat.
I’ll do whatever it takes, Jamie. Let me lick your wounds and tend to your agony so sweetly, so that you never have to return to the dark.
Jed doesn’t have time to offer some flimsy excuse for his criminal behaviour though, as sirens pull our attention to the front window where officers are raging up the steps to meet us.
A blonde officer begins to say, “We received a phone call from a Jamie — “ but the unusual scene in front of him interrupts whatever he was saying. More officers come in, and the next hour is a blur as we all give statements and see Jed taken away in cuffs.
When the last of the officer’s leave, letting us know that they’ll be in touch soon, Simmons leaves with Raj and the weight ofwhat has happened in the last few hours hits me as I pull Jamie into me with the most consuming hug I can summon.
“You were so brave, blondie,” I say as I console him. I rub my hand up his back, my face buried in his curly hair. I kiss his temple over and over as I take comfort in him and he in me.
“Thank you. For everything, Arnie. I would never have found the confidence to have walked into this room with him here, let alone stood my ground to tell him how I felt,” he says through hiccups. His overwhelming emotion shown clearly through the redness of his cheeks and puffy eyes.
I pull back slightly and look down at him. “Jamie, thank you. For being yourself and showing me how strong you truly are. You’re remarkable, do you know that?”
His chin wobbles, but he nods before placing his head on my chest. A deep, contented sigh coming from him.
“Let’s get some dinner. It’s been a long day, and I want to take care of you. C’mon,” I assure him as I sling one arm over his shoulder and guide him to the kitchen.
Our future finally lay ahead of us after Jed’s departure. My golden prince, my boy, my Jamie. How did I get so lucky? I couldn’t wait to find out what was ahead for us both, but I knew for certain I was never letting him go. I’d follow him to the ends of the earth, protecting him, watching him flourish, and above all, loving him like every day might be the last.
THE END
Epilogue
Jamie
months later
“Jesus. You two really don’t quit. Room for two more?”
Looking around Freddie’s lean frame, I find Simmons smiling behind a mug of coffee at the doorframe of the guest room in his home. He looks well-rested, wearing only a pair of Arnie’s sweatpants.
I thrust my hips up to meet Freddie as he rides me, ignoring the conversation going on around him. He is insatiable, needy, manipulative, and my best friend.
“Oh. Well, Jamie, don’t let us stop you. But we are coming to play too,” Arnie grins over Simmons’ shoulder. He must have come upstairs to see for himself what all the noise we were making was.
The Doms join us on the bed, one on either side of me. I kiss Arnie first; it's slow, our tongues meeting each other stroke for stroke. Then it’s Simmons’ turn, heated, aggressive and just the way I enjoy him when he joins in. We tease Freddie, skirting around his cock and pinching his pale skin, kissing him and leaving our marks on him. Eventually, his impending release spurts over my stomach and Simmons’ hand where it rests on my chest as he uses his other paw to make his sub come.
“Fuck. Can they not just live here? I need that every morning,” Freddie remarks dramatically through laboured breathing as he’s heaved off me and straight into Simmons’ arms.
“Well no. You know the rules, brat. Although that was plenty of fun. Euan was right about you, Jamie, switchy witchy,” he playfully says as he watches Freddie lick his hand clean.
I give them a moment of privacy, throwing the condom off and tying it before curling into Arnie’s side. He smells of sweet-scented sweat and coffee.
