"This is ridiculous," George mumbled as he gently ran a soaped-up washcloth along David's injured leg. He was used to helping clean the guy, but just his leg? Either he needed help or he didn't! If he could wash the rest of his body, why couldn't he get his leg now, too? Not to mention, his other orders for the morning had been to give him a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and to tell him a positive memory from his childhood.

Why the hell would a few nice gestures and a three minute story about my dead dog Ferfy make any sense to a dominant?

He honestly thought the first order would be sex, followed by cooking, and then more sex. Possibly while cooking. Yet it was already almost ten in the morning and they were just dicking around in the bathtub! Granted, he didn't have his dick out, nor would he even if ordered, nor was he in the bathtub but they were seriously just wasting time taking so long with David's bath.

"Okay, I think I'm done. Thank you for helping, George." David said as he leaned forward and pulled the plug, then carefully got to his feet as the water began to drain. Knowing that the fool was likely to slip, George carefully helped lift the guy from the tub, then handed him a towel before stepping past him. He still had to shower so as David got busy drying himself, George yanked the curtain shut and stripped, tossing his clothing out onto the floor before he got busy cleaning himself. As he enjoyed the cool water he heard David moving about in the bedroom, likely pulling on clothing. What he didn't expect, however, was the sound of footsteps moving back into the bathroom and up to the curtain. His hands stilled from working conditioner from his hair, his heart jumping with anticipation. Then he heard the most awkward, hesitant, nervous voice he'd ever heard stumble out as a sentence with so many stutters that he could barely make out what David was saying.

"L-let m-m-me l-look..."

Shaking his head, George got back to washing as he replied with a no-nonsense tone.

"No."

There was quiet for a moment before he heard a few steps moving away from the shower.

Figuring that David had retreated, he rinsed off, then tugged the curtain aside a few feet after turning off the water, only to frown when he saw David holding the only towel in the bathroom. Well, hiding behind it sounded more appropriate. When he didn't immediately hand over the towel, either, and his cheeks just lit up, George knew what he wanted to do.

Some dominant.

Forcing himself not to snatch the towel out of the idiot's hands, George stepped out of the bathtub onto the soft mat beside it.

"Well? Get on with it." He growled. The second the words left his mouth David's eyes lip up and as he jumped forward, the towel lowering, he could also see the guy's disturbingly wide smile of excitement.

His hands were careful but thorough as they gently skimmed the towel over every inch of his front. Normally George would just scrub the rough item down his arms, legs, front, back, between his legs, then a quick tussle of hair and be done with it. David, however, made the towel almost feel brand new... not the three years of age and roughness he knew it to be. The most surprising thing about it though, was the fact that even when David moved to dry off his privates, he didn't hesitate, but he also didn't dwell on them. He gently tapped and rubbed at the water droplets until the area was clean, then swiftly moved lower to get his legs, then feet.

When he finished his front George looked down to see David staring up at him like a puppy begging for a treat. Except he had a feeling that the treat would be him turning around so that he could dry the back half of his body. It was so weird. He just couldn't grasp how anyone could be so eager to just dry someone else off. Anyone can dry their own body, yet David had eagerness and hope shining like a beacon in his eyes wanting to do it for him.

Damn this guy.

Sighing in frustration, George turned on the shower mat and immediately felt the towel begin its trek up from the heels of his feet. It was torture not to just do it himself and be done with it, but if it would make David happy and stop his frivolous attempts at being some sort of dominant for a few moments, then he would just put up with it.

When he was finally done, several minutes later, David stood, nodded, and then ran into the bedroom closet before coming out a moment later with an outfit that definitely wasn't his.

He wants to pick out my clothes?

The idea left a sour taste in his mouth, but as he looked at what David had gotten out, he didn't notice anything he didn't mind wearing. So, he grabbed the boxers and tugged them on, then added the black jeans and white T-shirt.

"Um... l-let's go get breakfast."

George glanced at what David was wearing, since he hadn't really paid attention previously. He had a soft pink hoodie on, though it wasn't as harsh as most pinks. I think the color is called salmon or something. Pairing that with worn white jeans was actually... something. He couldn't really put a word to it so he just decided to shrug off the thought and nod. They made their way to the kitchen. Right off the bat George headed for the fridge, grabbing out his last piece of cake that he'd been saving... only to have it taken from his hands and set back in the fridge.

"Breakfast f-first." David said, trying his best to sound stern. The stutter didn't help him at all. He relented though, because today was David's day to fail at being a dominant.

"Okay. What do you want me to do then?" George grumbled. He wasn't going to just stand and watch David do stuff, since he did that as a job with way too many other people already.

"Here, cut this up please." David said as he set a bell pepper on a cutting board and got to work dicing an onion and a pickle.

He remembers that I like pickles in my omelet.

The first time he'd told him to put bell pepper, onion, and pickles in his omelet David had given him the most entertaining look. With a smile hinting at the edge of his lips, George walked over to the cutting board and carefully sliced the pepper up into tiny pieces. When he was finished he backed away, letting David take over and make two large omelets. Remembering that he liked cheese, George grabbed a block of pepperjack from the fridge and grated a small amount onto the cutting board, then returned it after getting down two plates. When the plates were loaded with deliciousness he sprinkled the cheese over David's, then handed him a fork after getting one for himself and began to dig in.

They ate their meal in silence, the only sound the scraping of forks against the plates and one satisfied grunt from George. Neither of them spoke until they had their dishes and silverware cleaned, dried, and returned to their rightful place.

"Let's go for a walk, okay?"

You're not supposed to ask Mr. Dominant.

Of course he didn't know whether you really were supposed to ask or not, but his views on the lifestyle were pretty much from only two dominants. Orion and Domino. They contradicted each other to a T, so he really was just going to roll with whatever as best he could.

"Sure." He replied before David slid his hand into his and lead him towards a back door. It was appreciated, even though the place wouldn't be open for a good while. He'd promised not to make him walk around the club with people he knew wearing the collar. Not that going out made him much happier with the thing on, but he appreciated it nonetheless. When they ducked outside he took in a deep breath of the crisp morning air. It felt close to sixty, which made him perfectly comfortable in his T-shirt and jeans.

He wasn't sure where they were going but he did enjoy the walk. Everyone was so busy coming and going from their jobs that most didn't even think to glance at them. The few that dared though, got deadly glares that sent them running. Literally. When David finally turned to head up several small flights of stairs outside of a building, George glanced up, a bit surprised.

The library?

When he looked over at David he noticed that the guy seemed nervous.

"I like the library." George ended up saying, if only to make David feel less worried about taking him there. He did, in fact, like the library. It was quiet and idiots didn't bother him there. Idiots actually tended to stay away from the building as a whole, which was nice. It was kind of like a stupid repellent.

When they stepped inside he felt his body begin to relax. The building was huge, with two stories and several rooms used for different student projects, meetings, or whatever else you wanted to do that was related to books and such... that was PG-13. David released his hand when they got close to the science fiction section. Since he swiftly began scanning the titles George decided to find something for himself. He rarely got time to read, and hell, his life was enough of a story. At least for himself. He doubted anyone would want to read it if it was a book.

Yes, the story of a grumpy bouncer with no heart stuck with a permanently horny submissive he saved from an idiot. Sounds like a page turner. Not.

His eyes did settle on an interesting title though. He quickly plucked the book off of the shelf and glanced over the synopsis on the back. Not bad. He found a few others after several minutes of looking, then went to find David. Rolling his eyes when he found him in an adjacent isle, George noted the stack of books in the guy's arms.

"Alright, you. Let's go upstairs and actually read some of those before you fall over by adding more," he said, grabbing David's arm and dragging him away as he began to reach up for another book. Even though he groaned, David allowed George to pull him away and up the stairs to the second floor. The first few rooms he looked in were taken by college students studying or book clubs, but he eventually found an empty one with several beanbags and sofas spread out around it.

Perfect.

They walked in and George went straight for a chair, only to have his hand grabbed and tugged gently. Turning, he noticed that David had set his books down by a beanbag, the pile already spilled over onto the carpet. "Beanbag."

Yes, almighty master.

Grunting, George walked over and dropped into a black one, stretching his long legs out awkwardly. He wasn't made for beanbag chairs. He was too bulky and his legs were too long. David, however, slipped into the bright blue one next to him with easy. It kind of reminded him of a kitten hopping into a cardboard box. Made for each other. Inwardly shaking his head, George flipped open his first book and got busy losing himself in it. Contrary to what most people would likely think of the silent, stone-faced bouncer, he actually loved to read and was fast as hell at it. By the time he felt David's curious eyes on him he was already seventy pages into his book.

He glanced sideways at him, watching as the guy jerked his attention back to the book sitting open in his hands. His shaking hands. Stupid. The guy always got cold fast. George learned that quickly when David continuously stole the majority of his blankets at night and refused to get up when it was cold in the morning from the air conditioner. Now he was shivering in his seat, even wearing a hoodie sweatshirt. He noticed, however, that the idiot had forgotten to put a shirt on under it.

If you ever become a real dominant your sub is going to be taking care of you. Not the other way around.

Biting his tongue on a snarky comment, George reached over and grabbed David's arm, then yanked. The guy was light enough for the action to put him right up and over the small rim of the beanbag and onto his left leg. Since his legs were spread to the side for comfort David's settled between them as he got comfortable himself. When he wouldn't stop shivering even after George had moved him he reached around and wrapped an arm around his waist. It was an awkward hug, at least for him, but when David snuggled right in against his chest, he had a feeling the little sub may have just tricked him, because suddenly he wasn't shaking nearly as much.

Dork.

He let it slide though. But only because his book was getting to a really good spot. So, with his new cuddle-sub situated against his chest, evidently no longer interested in reading the book he had been, George returned his focus to his own story. As he continued to read he felt David's body relax, his breathing slowing while sleep took him. Every twenty minutes or so he shifted, waking just enough to get a bit more comfortable before sinking back under. After about two hours he began to shift his leg specifically, his body tensing every few moments from pain.

His leg's hurting. Time for meds.

"Let's get going, you need to take some of the basic pain meds we picked up in case your leg started aching." George mumbled as he began to shut his book and get ready to get up. Only he was stopped when David pushed against his chest, then settled his head back against it. "No, please. You're almost done with the book. I'm just a little sore. Finish the last few chapters."

George had no idea why he'd want to wait. He could just check out the book if he wanted to finish it, but since he was the dominant for the day, he just huffed and settled back in, then opened his book to the correct page.

He read through another chapter before a question that had been nudging at his mind since he'd tried to get them to head back to the club made him speak.

"Why don't you want to leave and get the pain meds? You're obviously hurting."

He expected him to say that he wanted to cuddle or whatever, but when David reached up and splayed his left hand next to where his head rested, ear pressed against his shirt, the guy's words literally made George's next words get stuck right on his tongue before he could even think about speaking them.

"Because I can finally feel your emotions. As you read. Hear them as your heart beats faster. Slower. Stutters and hums with each page you turn."

He snuggled in a little closer, raising his other hand to press against George's chest before turning his head to press a kiss over where his heart was illogically speeding up.

"I want to be the one who writes a story good enough to make your heart show me such things again."

George still couldn't manage to get out a single word in response, though plenty came to mind. Mainly idiot, fool, stupid, dork, among several others, but when he didn't actually say anything for several long moments David looked up, and when the guy's eyes widened, he knew he was screwed... Because he felt unfamiliar heat burning his cheeks and no matter how much he tried to force it away with other thoughts, he knew that it was only getting worse as David's smile widened.