Robert's POV

The worst screeching in the entire world woke me up. For just a second, I thought that my house was being attacked by an army of twelve year old girls in immense amounts of pain.

After sitting up fast enough to give myself a slight headache, I realized that it wasn't an army of twelve year olds. It was Jerry singing.

"Just let me adoooooree you!" he wailed. "Like it's the only thing I'll ever doooo!"

I blinked and left my bedroom, only to find that the bathroom door was open and the shower was running. I grinned and decided that seeing Jerry first thing in the morning would be a treat.

And maybe I'd give him something to keep his mouth busy.

My breath left my body immediately after walking into the bathroom. Through the thin steam, I could see Jerry putting on en entire show. He was using a shampoo bottle as a microphone, body arched sensually as he held a note.

"Your wonder, under— oh! Hey Master Robert," he said, awkwardly standing up and pumping from the bottle. He dropped the bottle and scrubbed the shampoo it into his hair. "Just, ya know, showering. As ya do."

I laughed and opened the glass door. "I'll join you—"

"EW! Not before you brush your teeth, you dirty bastard," Jerry wailed, holding his arms in an X over his torso.

I rolled my eyes and began brushing my teeth, as ordered. "Now I have an awkward boner," I complained.

Jerry's eyes darted downwards and his cheeks turned pink. "Yeah, I see that, you perverted little freak. Ha!"

He went back to washing his hair, turning away from me sassily. I was okay with that. I leaned against the vanity, brushing my teeth and idly stroking my cock, appreciating the gorgeous ass he was showing me.

I hadn't really taken the time to appreciate Jerry's beautiful body last night. I'd been too frantically ready to fuck him. But now I took my time, letting my eyes roam. His body was all soft curves and pale skin; he wasn't sharp angles like a lot of boys his age. He had an ass that most certainly bounced when he walked. His thighs and calves had a little more meat to them, almost like a woman's.

"Fuck," I moaned, unintentionally spraying toothpaste from my mouth.

Jerry whirled around and protested. "My guy! You are such a peeping tom! Let a guy wash his asshole in peace!"

My eyes dropped right to the prize. He was fully erect, even though he'd positioned a bottle of soap to hide it.

I finished up brushing my teeth as quickly as I could. The second I was done, I stepped into the shower and smiled. "Look, I'm done. See? Clean as a whistle."

"Oh my God, you're so old," Jerry groaned. "Nobody says that."

Despite his teasing, Jerry's hands roamed to my chest, and eventually wrapped around my neck. I smirked and let my hands drop to his waist. I kind of liked our differences in build, and how much tinier than me he was. It would make it easy to toss him around in bed.

He was blushing and avoiding my gaze. How cute. Was he shy or something?

"Last night was good for me," I said, trying to bring my eyes up to meet his. They kept following the water droplets, all the way down. "Did you like it?"

Jerry grinned and his eyes sparkled with mischief. "It was pretty alright. I'm kinda surprised you didn't have a heart attack and die on top of me, like Rose's husband did in Golden Girls. But hey!"

I squeezed his waist and he bent over laughing. "You're going to call me old by using a Golden Girls reference? How does that even make sense?"

"Every cultured person knows that show!" Jerry cackled, trying to wiggle out of my grasp. "That tickles, you donut!"

"Is that a fat joke?"

"No, it's a thing I read in a book once! Geez!" he giggled. The second I let up, he stood on his tip toes and kissed me. He pulled away and made a thoughtful noise. "Okay, it's not quite as good as Adam Lincoln, but you're pretty— AH! I said that tickles!"

I hoisted him up and his legs went around my waist. I was given the pleasure of grabbing at his ass as we kissed. And when I realized that I paid for water in this house, I dropped my back to his feet and snatched the shampoo.

"Thank you," I hummed, rubbing in my hair and on my beard.

"Dude, your beard is way too short to be shampooing it," Jerry scoffed. "Have you seen Duck Dynasty? Those are the kinda beards that need shampooing."

My jaw dropped. "Are you saying I don't have a good enough beard? I'd grow it longer for you, Jeremy."

He rolled his eyes and knocked his forehead into my bicep. "Psychopath. Keep your beard the way it is. God, are you always this willing to please?"

I couldn't help myself. I winked at him. "Yes. In every aspect of being with someone."

"AHHH don't dirty talk me before eleven am!" Jerry wailed, doing a weird dance in a circle. I watched him, with confusion and fascination. "Okay, that's enough sexy talk! We have a big day ahead of us!"

I squinted at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"We have a big day!" Jerry said, in a duh tone. "I have to give you all my suggestions for making your club better. In return, you can totally suck my dick."

My eyes dropped downward, appreciating how excited his dick seemed about that prospect. "Sounds like a win for me."

"I WAS KIDDING! Absolute psychopath!" Jerry hopped out and wrapped himself in three towels. He used one to lay over his head like he was a rare breed of turtle. "Stop, I'm shy about sex stuff when the lights are on. I'm going to make coffee, bye!"

He scampered out of the bathroom and left me smirking.

For all his bravado, Jerry was shy.

That explained all his random reluctance for sexy talk. He was a post-sex shy person. That was so cute to me.

I finished up my shower and got dressed in simple sweatpants and a t-shirt. I caught Jerry thumbing through the bookshelf I had in my living room. The best part? He was wearing my clothes.

My t-shirt hung down over his butt and my sweatpants dragged on the floor. They were rolled at the waist, completely swallowing him up.

He perked up when he saw me. "Nice books!"

I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I tucked my head against his shoulder. If he was going to be available for cuddles in my house, I for sure was going to take advantage.

"Which ones are your favorites?" I asked a squirming Jerry.

"You're like a magnet," he whined, trying to wiggle out of my grasp.

"I liked cuddles," I countered, squeezing him tighter. Just having him in my arms sent my heart fluttering. "And you're here to be cuddled with."

Jerry giggled and turned around in my arms. "Fine, we can cuddle! But let's cuddle on the couch. My ass and back are so sore."

Even though he was saying his words with bravado, a delicious blush spread on his cheeks.

I lifted him up again and carried him like a princess over to the couch. I partially did it to hear his indignant squawking, but also so that he wouldn't have to walk if he felt sore.

We reclined on the couch and Jerry flopped onto my broad chest. He grinned up at me. "Okay, here's my plan!"

"For what?"

"Oh my God." Jerry looked skyward. "Lord give me strength. Ugh. Robert. You're pretending like you want my help with your club, remember?"

Ugh, that pesky lie. "Yes!" I exclaimed. "Of course I do. I really do."

"You just like spending time with me," he sassed, quirking one eyebrow up.

I brushed my fingers through his hair. "That's a given."

He scowled and blushed. "Geez, your flirting is endless! Anyway, here's my plan. You should have a shop, kink classes, and better music. Also, your bouncer sucks ass. Honestly, you might want the club to be by membership only if you don't want kids of the streets."

I stared at him. "A shop?"

He clapped his hands and sat up. "YES! Why not have merch? Okay, I know it sounds weird. But imagine you're a Dominant."

"That shouldn't be too hard."

"And you use a really nice, like, whip-thing...on your submissive."

"The detail you've put into this story is impeccable," I laughed. I'd have to teach him all about the 'whip-things'.

"And then you find out, from a conveniently located sign in the private room, that that exact whip-thing is available at the front for purchase!" he finished with a delighted flourish.

I hummed. "That's actually pretty genius."

"Thanks, I'm triple-majoring in marketing, communications, and PR," Jerry bragged. "I can also run the social media for the club."

"...I don't have that."

He gasped. "Ex-squeeze me?!"

"Huh?"

"That is atrocious," Jerry scoffed, waving his hand. "Finn and I will help you. Also, for the shop, consider a high-end brand of faux leather for vegans like Finn. Also! You need better classes. I looked at that pamphlet and seriously? All you have is Dominance and submission for beginners! What if I wanna learn how to light someone on fire?"

I sputtered. "Those are the last words I'd used to describe fire play, but I see your point."

"Also, offer free condoms at the front," Jerry scoffed. "And in the private rooms. Anywhore, those are my plans. Thoughts?"

Huh. I'd originally asked Jerry for help just to hang out with him. But he was proving to be a lot of genuine help.

"I'd pay you for managing social media accounts," I offered.

Jerry waved me off. "No, that would make our sex weird. There's an internship class at school that I'll turn this into for credits."

"...Boy, won't that be a little inappropriate for school?"

"No, c'mon now," Jerry scoffed. "Aidan is one of the professors there. The school had weird standards."

...That was a valid point.

"Okay, so we have a deal. I don't mind spinning this into an internship for you," I said, grinning. "Now, it's time for me to propose my deal."

Jerry was already smirking. "Bet you a hundred bucks this is gonna be sexual."

"Not taking that bet," I began. "So, how do you like the idea of using me to gain a broad experience in the many facets of the leather lifestyle? For free? That sounds like a great internship, right?"

Jerry laughed. "You should be a marketing major. You're asking me to have sex with you?"

I sat up and tried to give him my most dazzling smile. "Yes, but hear me out! I know you're interested in the BDSM lifestyle. You wouldn't come to the club if you weren't. And, luckily for you, my little devil boy, I happen to be very experienced."

Jerry bit his lip, blush deepening. But there was no missing the spark of arousal in his eyes. "Honestly, after last night, I definitely think I'd be okay with making this a regular thing."

It was extremely difficult to hide my wide grin. And even more difficult to try to tame the butterflies in my stomach.

I held out my hand for him to shake. "Sex partners?"

He cackled before he shook my hand. "Sex partners."

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