by M J Spence
Six
Owen
The next morning as we lay in bed having our morning coffee the intercom buzzed.
“Who the fuck could that be at this hour?” I said. Chris scrambled from the bed to answer it but I stopped him.
“I’ll go Christopher. You stay here. “
I kissed his forehead and got off of the bed.
I grabbed some sweats and padded barefoot to the living room and stared in shock at the person on the screen. He lifted his head and stared directly at the screen as if he could see me. I recognized the curls even before he lifted his head and I pressed the button that would allow the elevator to rise all the way to my floor. I opened the apartment door as the elevator doors opened and he strode forward and dropped to his knees in front of me. I took several steps backward into the apartment. He looked past me at what I guessed must have been Christopher standing in the doorway to the bedroom bare assed because he assumed it had to be Liam or Ben at this hour. I turned to see him standing there a look of shock on his face at the man kneeling before me and then he disappeared back into the bedroom. I turned back struggling for words and finally got out. “Tristan, what are you doing here?”
“Please Sir. I’m ready to come back.” were the words that he said.
“Get off of your knees Tristan. You don’t belong to me.”
“I do belong to you Sir. I’ll always belong to you.”
“Get up Tristan, now!”
He got up and stood in front of me. He face filled with anguish. “Talk to me please Sir. Just talk to me.”
“Don’t call me that! How dare you come back here after a year and call me Sir as if you had never been away.”
“I’m sorry Owen. Can we just talk?”
“Go into my office and wait for me”
After he had shut the door to the office I went to find Christopher expecting him to be lying on my bed sobbing. He was not. He was sitting on the bed with a look of fury on his face but I couldn’t deal with him right now. I had Tristan to deal with.
Put some clothes on and make a pot of coffee and bring two mugs into my office Christopher.
“Why do I need clothes? Isn’t Tristan in the lifestyle? Didn’t you tell…”
I knew where he was going, he was being sarcastic, so I cut him off, “Just do as you’re told Christopher.” I said, set on not making this issue any bigger than it should be. He was angry and combative having recognized Tristan. He slid off the bed. Said “Yes Sir.” with as much venom as I had ever heard from him and went to find clothes.
I went into my office to confront Tristan. “Owen I’ve missed you. I’m sorry it took me this long to come back but I didn’t think that you would have me.”
“It’s been a year Tristan. How long did you think I would wait?”
“I don’t know Owen. All I know is that I love you and I don’t want to be without you. I thought that you loved me too.”
We stood in the middle of the floor not bothering to sit to have what I considered a useless conversation. I finally told him to sit down and I took a chair nearby. We were still arguing when Christopher knocked at the door.
“Come in Christopher.” I called.
He had found clothes. He wore his sweats hitched low on his hips and nothing else. No shirt no underwear and no shoes. This is what he regularly wore to entice me. He knew that I couldn’t resist those hipbones jutting from the top of his sweats, the fine hair covering his belly and disappearing down towards his cock . His lean beautiful body. He had dressed to remind me of what I owned and to show Tristan what I had replaced him with.
He set the coffee on the table and turned to leave. Tristan lifted his cup and took a sip and said “This is perfect kid. How did you know I like my coffee with vanilla.” Christopher turned all the way around and looked at me first and all but snarled. “Lucky guess.” Then he looked at Tristan and said “We weren’t introduced but my name is Christopher. Don’t you ever call me kid again.” He didn’t wait for an answer or see the surprised look on Tristans face he just left the room closing the door behind him.
“You’ve replaced me Owen? Or do you plan to keep both of us. I can share you if that’s what you want. He’s kind of feisty but cute.” He was acting as though we had not just had the conversation about my not taking him back.
“No Tristan I do not plan to keep you both.” I was trying to keep my temper but he was making it hard. “When I went to California to bring you back with me you asked me to release you. I gave you your wish thinking that you would come to your senses eventually and that you were just grieving. I waited a whole year for you to come to your senses Tristan and now that I have gone on with my life you show up here to undo what I have finally rebuilt. No Tristan I will not allow you to do this. And no I will not keep you both. I will only keep one of you. You were released a year ago.”
“Then what am I going to do Owen…Sir. I quit my job out there and came back here to be with you. I don’t have a job or even a place to stay. I was hoping that you still loved me and would take me back.”
“Then you should have called or written ahead of time. I would have told you that it’s too late.”
“No Owen. I’m not going to accept this. I love you and I know you love me.”
Our voices were getting louder until I finally convinced him that I would not take him back. I did however offer him a place to stay until he could find a job and an apartment. I told him that I needed to talk to Chris about it first however.
“You need permission from your sub?”
“Not permission Tristan. You know better. I made a promise to Christopher that I would talk to him before adding anyone to my household even if it’s temporary. Wait here while I talk to him and just so you know if he does not agree to the idea you will need to make other arrangements.”
***
Christopher was sitting on one of the barstools that we used when we had a meal at the kitchen counter. He had one foot propped on the rail of the chair and he was swinging his other leg while he looked down at his hands as if he didn’t have a care in the world. His hair covered one half of his face. The casualness of the way he was sitting was so out of character that Owen paused and watched him for a few seconds before he raised his head and said.
“So how did it go Owen? Should I be packing now that your precious Tristan is back? I know it’s what you’ve been waiting for. I know I was just a placeholder for your Tristan.” He said “Tristan” like it was a dirty word that he didn’t want to pass his lips.
“Stop it Christopher” I said to him. “You don’t get to do this. Not now and not ever. You don’t get to make assumptions about my feelings for you or about my feelings for that man in there. Now get off of the stool and get into the bedroom and lose the attitude. We need to talk.”
He jumped from the stool and followed me into the bedroom. “Kneel please” He dropped to his knees head down. I reached for his chin and raised his face so I could look him in the eyes. Considering how furious he had just been I was surprised to see his face tear streaked as he looked at me. It hurt my heart to see him in pain and so untrusting.
“I thought that you trusted me, my love” I said to him.”
“I do..did Sir.”
“Didn’t we talk about this very thing happening? Didn’t I tell you that I would never get rid of you? Why don’t you trust what I tell you?”
“Because it’s Tristan Sir. And I know that it hurt you that he was gone for so long. And he is so much better looking than I am Sir and I know that you loved him and I know that he was a better sub than I will ever be.” His words were tumbling over each other and the tears were still streaming down his face. He shook his head trying to control the tears.
“Shhhhhh. Hush now my love and listen to me. I don’t want Tristan. I want you. You are my beautiful boy. I would never get rid of you. Don’t you believe me?”
“I’m trying Sir but-“
“No buts Christopher. I won’t ever lie to you
.”
“Yes Sir.”
“But now we have a problem and I told you that if I wanted to add someone to my household, our household, you could always say no.”
The boy stiffened.
“No. It’s not like that. The problem is that Tristan came here with no job and no place to live thinking that I would take him back. I would like to offer him our spare room until he gets on his feet.”
“But why can’t he just go back to California?”
“Because he lived here in Chicago for a long time and this is where he says he wants to be. He no longer wants to live in California. It’s won’t be permanent just until he finds a job and a place to live.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea Sir but if it’s what you want.”
“If the arrangement doesn’t work and his stay begins to run too long we’ll just give him a plane ticket back to California Christopher. How does that sound?”
“He won’t be your sub Sir?” He wanted to make sure.
“Not in any way shape or form Christopher. You are my sub.”
“And I don’t have to do what he tells me?”
“All you need to do is be polite Christopher. Just as you would be to anyone else”
“Then it’s fine with me Sir.”
Tristan seemed satisfied with the arrangement. How could he not be? He had somewhere to live rent free with no strings but I explained to him that if he didn’t respect Christopher he would need to find another place to live.
Seven
Owen
By the time we had dinner and Tris was settled in the spare room it was bedtime. I had told him to make himself at home and I took Christopher to bed. He curled himself into me on the bed and asked if we could talk. “Yes of course my love. What about?”
“That there that you just said. You just called me ‘your love’. You’ve never called me that”
“Because you are my love. I thought you knew that.”
“Are you just saying it because Tris is here and you want me to not feel so bad?”
“No, my love. I say it only because it’s what you are. Tris has nothing to do with it. It’s only because right now I want you to know your place in my life”
“I kinda think that you’re my love too Sir.”
“Well let me know when you’re sure” I said and he chuckled.
Chris began playing with the soft hair on my chest. Winding his fingers around the softness of it. Something that he did when he wanted to say something but was to shy to get the words out.
“I have another question Sir.”
“You’re just full of questions all of a sudden aren’t you?”
“Well I wanted to ask you before but I was afraid to.”
“Ask away. I’ll try to answer the best I can.”
“Have you ever bottomed before Sir?”
“Have you ever topped before Christopher?”
“No fair Sir you can’t answer my question with a question of your own.”
“Sorry my fault. Yes I have bottomed before Christopher. I was a sub for three years remember? “I had to do what my Dom asked of me. Now you answer my question. Have you ever topped before?”
“Yes Sir a lot. I had to do whatever the person I was with wanted and sometimes they wanted to be fucked.”
“Soooo. What did you think?” He asked
“About being fucked?”
“Yes Sir.”
“ It …was an experience. How did it feel for you fucking someone?”
“I didn’t like it because it was not with someone that I wanted to be with. But….. “
“Go on Christopher. What brought that on?”
“You won’t be mad?”
“No, telll me.” I knew where the questions were leading and unfortunately my cock did too. I could feel it thickening as we talked.
“I want to know how it feels to be inside of you Sir. Is that wrong of me since you’re my Dom?
“No Christopher I don’t think anything is wrong between two people that love each other as long as it’s what they both want.”
“Do you think that we would ever be able to do that Sir?”
I decided to tease him.
“Do you mean would I ever let you fuck me Christopher? Is that what you’re getting at?”
“Uhm yes Sir.”
“And would you be as impatient with me as you are when I fuck you?”
“Oh no Sir. I would be careful with you cause if I wasn’t I might hurt you and you might not let me do it again and you might be mad at me. And I wouldn’t want to hurt you anyway unless it was what you wanted”
“Already planning on multiples are you?”
“If you’re good Sir. “ The boy giggled.
“I’ll have to think about that Christopher.”
“Yes Sir and Sir? “
“Yes Christopher.”
“I love you. I’m sure.”
“We’ll see how much you love me tomorrow after I blister your ass for your disrespect tonight.”
“Really Sir? After I just professed undying love for you” he giggled.
“You never said it was undying. Had you said it was undying maybe I would have given you a pass.”
“Good night boy.”
“Good night Sir”
Eight
THE NEXT MORNING Chris slid from under Owens arm and went to the bathroom to clean himself up and made his way to the kitchen to start coffee before Owen woke. To his surprise Tristan was already there and the coffee was already made. He was just placing a mug on the table to have it ready for Owen when he got up.
“Owen doesn’t have coffee at the table in the mornings Tristan.” He said. “I take him coffee in bed and we plan our day while we have our coffee.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize. I guess things have changed”
“Yes they have. I’ll take it Tristan. Thank you for making it.”
He poured another cup for himself and turned to take the mugs to the bedroom.
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“That would be up to Sir. Would you like for me to ask him” Chris was being polite as Owen had told him to be.
“Yes, would you?”
He took the coffee into the bedroom closing the door behind him. He handed a mug to Owen and set his own on the nightstand.
“Good Morning Chris. What’s up?”
“Tristan would like to know if it’s ok if he joins us for coffee Sir.”
“And what do you think Chris. Do you mind?”
“I don’t mind Sir as long as it doesn’t become a habit. I kind of like our morning ritual. If Tris joins us every morning that would change. I wouldn’t enjoy it as much. Is that ok Sir?”
“Perfectly all right Chris. And you can explain that to him.
Chris went back to the kitchen and said that yes Tristan would be welcome to join them this morning but not every morning.
He went back and climbed onto the bed to his regular spot cross leg-ged in from of Owen. Tristan followed and sat on the floor next to the bed.
Chris and Owen didn’t expect to be able to plan their day with Tris there so they decided to wing it and Owen asked Tris what he had been doing for the past year.
Tris looked at Christopher then decided that he could speak in front of him and started his story. His family never accepted him after he came out as gay to them. Even his twin sister Tricia had said he wasn’t her brother anymore and she had been the closest person on earth to him. He had a brother two years younger that took to calling him “my faggot brother” whenever he saw him. So he left and came to Chicago to go to school. When his mother became ill he went home and formed an uneasy friendship with his siblings in order to care for her. After she passed away and Owen showed up for the funeral they found out that he was not only gay but sub. Things threatened to fall apart again so he gave up being sub and asked Owen to release him so he could have some kind of peace with his family. He found a job and an apartment but he missed Owen eac
h and every day. He thought about calling just to hear Owens voice but knew that Owen would not talk to him. It had been too long. By now it was 18 months that they had been apart. Finally he decided he needed to live his own life. His relationship was uneasy at best with his siblings so he made up his mind to return and beg Owen to take him back even if Owen had gone on with his life and taken someone else. He would beg him to take him back even if he had to be second in Owens life. All he wanted was to be near him.
He hesitated before saying “Please give me another chance Sir. It’s all I want.”
He looked at Owen expecting an answer from him now that he had bared his soul yet again. Owen had already said no to him but he was hoping that this time he would change his mind.
The answer came from Chris however. “May I Sir?” Chris said.
“Absolutely” Owen answered him.
“I’m sorry that you’ve had a hard time Tristan. I’ve had a hard life myself but I’m afraid that won’t be possible. My Sir missed you for a year and he refused to replace you until he got me. Now I’m his and he’s mine. I’m sure he’ll never forget what you meant to him but now that he has me he doesn’t need you. I am his submissive and I do not share.”
Tristan was startled at the nerve of this boy speaking for Owen but Owen said.
“Very well said Christopher.”
And Christopher said “Thank you Sir”
Tris looked sadly between the two of them.
“I will find a job and an apartment as soon as possible. Thank you for allowing me to stay here.”
He stood and left the room tears glistening in his eyes knowing that this was his fault and his alone.
***
Owen
A week later Tristan came to me wanting to talk again. Chris was in the kitchen preparing dinner and Tris asked to talk to me privately. I told Chris we would be in my office and asked that we not be dis-turbed. His brow furrowed but to his credit he said “Yes Sir” and continued with his preparations.
Tris and I went into the office closed the door and sat on the couch. “What is it Tris. What do you want to talk about?” I asked him.
“I’m going to go back to California and see if I can get my old job back Owen. I don’t think I want to be here any longer.”
