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“This is so good,” Avery gushed.

Jace hadn’t felt so content by doing so little in his entire life. Avery not only held his attraction but he also had Jace looking forward to the future. He was helping Jace feel younger and bringing back excitement into his life. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

Avery hummed, squirmed, and ate. Happy and relaxed for one of the first time Jace had ever seen. Jace cut into his own food and held in a moan. The food was as amazing as always. Combining the great food and wonderful company, Jace hadn’t known a more perfect night.

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AVERY

Avery was still floating from his wonderful date with Jace earlier that week as he sat in his Human Sexuality course. He’d had issues focusing all week, whether it was at the coffee shop, delivering food, sitting in class, or just hanging out at his apartment. All he could think about was how it’d felt when Jace had picked up his plate and cut his food for him.

There was just something about being taken care of that had Avery feeling like he wasn’t falling apart. He’d had such a better week than he normally did that he couldn’t imagine things getting even better. But he did have hope.

Every night before bed, Jace called to wish him sweet dreams. They also texted throughout the day, just little check-ins that felt natural.

His professor, Byron Jones, cleared his throat as he continued his lecture. Avery sat up and forced himself to pay attention. On the white board, Professor Jones wrote four letters.BDSM.Avery flinched before he peered around the small lecture room, but the other students weren’t paying attention to him. No, Professor Jones had their complete attention.

There were fewer than twenty-five students in the class and Avery was relieved that they all seemed to take the subject just as seriously as he did. There was no giggling, crude jokes, or laughing.

“BDSM is such a complex and diverse subject that covers several decades that we’ll spend the next two weeks on this subject. However, I want to be clear that we will only be touching the surface of this subject.”

The way that Professor Jones spoke about BDSM gave Avery the distinct feeling that his professor had some personal experience with the subject. Avery leaned forward and really looked at him.

Professor Bryon Jones wasn’t much older than Avery himself. He had to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He wore his black hair longer than most of the other professors at the university. He also had a goatee and tended to wear jeans and a white button-down shirt with black motorcycle boots. Add in a leather jacket and Avery could picture him in a motorcycle gang, not a classroom. But he was nice and open and Avery enjoyed his teaching.

Now that the subject had caught his attention Avery pushed his relationship to the back of his mind so he could concentrate on class.

“There are so many different styles of BDSM that it is impossible to cover all thekinksout there.” Professor Jones winked. “But we’re going to do our best.”

Avery prayed that the professor would at least touch on age play. He almost wanted to laugh at how fate seemed to be mocking him with his newly discovered interests.

“Dominance and submission are the core of the BDSM lifestyle, but what do those words mean to each of us?” Professor Jones questioned. “That’s what we’ll be exploring.”

Avery’s phone vibrated in his back pocket and he discreetly pulled out the device.

Can I see you tonight?

Avery wanted to answer right away but he couldn’t allow himself to get distracted. He made himself put his phone away, but it was so hard. Yes, he wanted to see Jace.

He was practically dancing in his seat until Professor Jones dismissed them for the weekend. Avery had his things packed out and shot out of the room as soon as he could. He got as far as the front steps of the building before he sat and opened his messenger app.

Yes, please. There, that was both polite and showed how much he wanted to see Jace. They’d discussed getting together so Avery could experience a bigger part of age play. As they’d discussed it all week, Avery had thought he was ready to see what Jace saw their relationship growing into. He’d thought he was ready, and he was, wasn’t he?

Are you still okay with coming to my house and letting me cook dinner for you?

Avery paused. He’d been reading the links that Jace had sent him and researching on his own. He was pretty sure he knew what to expect, and sitting and coloring in his adult coloring books while talking on the phone with Jace had been a good experiment. He’d also never put his lily back in the box and his thumb found its way into his mouth while he was sleeping more often than not.

If you’re not ready, that’s perfectly all right. We can meet for dinner out.

Shit, he’d waited too long to answer.No! I want to come to your house. Please.

Good. I don’t want you taking the bus. I’ll pick you up.

Okay, so that wasn’t asking but more of an order. Avery still wasn’t comfortable with Jace seeing where he lived, but he was working at the coffee shop and could easily be picked up there.

Can you pick me up from the shop after work?

Are you sure? I don’t mind coming by your place.

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