Stephen - Sean Michael Page 0,56
have four days where Stephen had to be away from him. He had plenty of ideas for ways to enjoy a smaller, but extremely sensitive penis with his boy on the nights he worked.
In fact, this could be an amazing answer to their needs. Oh, he was looking forward to it.
He finished his tea and gave Berny a warm hug. “Thank you again, my friend.”
“Anytime. You’re always welcome.”
“You and France as well. And do let me know when we can be together with our subs. I’m looking forward to having them in our lives like that.”
“I’m looking forward to long feasts and goofy movies!”
“You and your goofy movies.” He snickered. The crazier and sillier the movie, the more Berny liked it. And he and France loved to tease Berny about it.
“Yes.” He heard a low growl, and then Marc cried out for Berny.
“Daddy B!”
“It sounds like you’re needed elsewhere. I’ll see myself out. Thank you again.”
“Have a good day, friend.” Bern headed away. “Listen to your Daddy F, lovely.”
Champ was still smiling as he let himself out, and then he was smiling for a whole other reason as he made his way upstairs.
Chapter Seventeen
“Should I call Marc? Should I tell him I’m moving out?” Stephen had felt so confident, but now…Now he was standing in their apartment, getting ready to move out, and he was worried.
“You can if you like. I’m guessing you’ll actually get his voice mail, but if you leave a message, then you know it’s done.”
He looked at Champ. “He’s going to be mad at me.” He closed his eyes, trying to figure out what to do.
“I told you I’d keep paying your half of the apartment if necessary. I think he’ll be looking to move out, too, though.” Champ sounded so sure.
“Can you…will you tell them I’m leaving?” He loved Marc to death. They’d been friends forever. He didn’t want to lose his friend.
“They already know, sweet boy. They already know.”
“Oh, okay. I—everything in my bedroom is mine and some of the DVDs, a ton of the books. Most of the kitchen things are Marc’s.”
Champ looked around, then turned to him. “I know we rented a truck and all, but why don’t we grab anything you want to have access to and I’ll hire a mover who can grab everything and put it in storage. That way both you and Marc have your stuff if you need it, but we don’t have to spend a lot of time packing and moving everything ourselves when we have much better things to do with our time.”
He didn’t blush at what those things could be. He didn’t. “That’s fair. That way I just need the rest of my clothes, my things from the bedroom, and the books.” They had streaming for the movies, his electronics were already at Champ’s.
Champ opened up his phone and scrolled through the internet. Then he smiled. “Found what we need. Let me just make a call.”
“I’ll start putting books in boxes.” He bounced off, hoping that Champ would enjoy all his shit. He had tons—between his locker of art supplies, his clothes, the rest of the art they hadn’t taken yet, his pillows…
“All arranged. They’ll come on Monday next week. I can meet them here with the key if you’re busy.” Champ came over and grabbed a pillow from the bed. “I can smell you in here.”
“It’s my room. It was, anyway. That’s my favorite pillow.” He’d had it for years.
Champ buried his nose in it, then rubbed his cheek against it. “Does it have a story?”
“I’ve had it since high school. I bought it with my first paycheck. I hated my foster mom’s pillows.”
He pulled Stephen to him and hugged him, hating that his boy had felt he had to use his first paycheck to buy one he liked. “What was wrong with the pillows your foster mother provided?”
“They were flat and hard. I love cushy beds. You can tell, right?” His bed here was loaded with pillows and huge comforters.
“Why would anyone want hard pillows? I mean a hard bed I get—some people find it better on their back, but pillows?” Champ shook his head, then gave him a smile. “And I know you’re a hedonist. It’s one of your best qualities.”
“Can I bring my pillows and all? I know they’re silly, but they’re mine.” And he loved them.
“It’s not silly at all. You bring whatever you want. It’s your home, too, remember?”
“I’d like to bring them. They’re bright, soft, warm. They’ll