Dominance and Submission (boyxboy)

Chapter 7: Fantasy Land.

Chapter 7

He was frustrated.

It was as plain as day in his expression, as it was in his tone every time he answered yet another one of my questions. There was only one thing on his mind and conversation wasn't it. I smiled when his gaze flickered yet again to the foot of the stairs, and I leaned back in my chair to watch him.

He was impatient; this little sub, but soon he would know better. I glanced down at his hands, which he fidgeted with in his lap and noted, not for the first time, just how comfortable he was with his nakedness. As long as he wasn't forced to show his back, he was at ease strutting around unclothed.

Of course this was a common thing among submissives, but it surprised me that this particular sub had no qualms about it. Having observed him for as long as I had, having gathered a close to comprehensive understanding of his character, I would have thought his own nakedness would have been yet another thing he'd want to keep hidden.

I expected to see blushes, and at the very least, mild discomfort at having to sit in front of me without a strip of covering, but here he was...comfortable in his own skin...so to speak. I decided his ease came from habit. Perhaps something he'd grown accustomed to over the years with his previous masters.

"Any health issues?" I continued questioning.

"No sir."

"Sure?"

"Yes sir."

"When was the last time you got tested?"

He didn't need to think about it. "About two months ago."

"You have any plans tomorrow?" I continued and he shook his head.

"No sir."

"We'll both go get tested tomorrow, then I want to take you out to get some supplies we'll need."

He perked up for the first time since dinner, and I spotted the dimple in his cheeks, before he schooled his expression. As ridiculous as it sounded, my heart fluttered. I cleared my throat and straightened in the seat.

The longer he sat there, with the soft light making his skin appear to glow, and his cute face and curling hair and big eyes, the more I wanted to pull him to the carpet, lay him bare and fuck him. My eyes traveled from his head to his feet and back.

Giving him what he wanted now would teach him nothing. Patience was the first real lesson he'd learn from me. In fact, he'd master it before the night was out. So I sat there-my arousal a constant battle-and continued to learn what I could-to understand him.

"Tell me about y-"

Ding-dong

The sound of the doorbell reverberated throughout the room once, before the banging started on the front door. Cam stood when I did, this time wrapping the blanket around himself as he glanced at the door.

"Go get ready for bed. I'll be up soon." I told him, then watched as he grabbed his bag and walked toward the staircase. When he'd climbed the first step, he looked back at me uncertainly and I nodded; assuring him that everything was okay.

I waited until he was up the stairs and out of sight before I pulled open the front door, to see my grinning best friend and the case of beer he held in his hand. He pushed past me and entered the house and I closed the door behind him with a sigh.

"Not the best time Paul." I told him with a frown and followed him into the kitchen, where he was already grabbing a slice of leftover pizza from the box on the counter.