Page 70 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
“No, sir.”
“Then I’ll get it from him later.” Mr. Reevesworth gripped Collin by the dick. “Empty your bladder, boy.”
Huddled against Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder, Collin obeyed. Between the water beating down and the scent of Mr. Reevesworth in his nose, he couldn’t even tell he was letting go except for the practically painful relief that coursed through his groin and up through his belly into his nerves. He sagged, finished, and Mr. Reevesworth caught him.
“Let’s get you warm and clean and then wrapped up in a blanket. I’m guessing you skipped lunch too, didn’t you?”
Collin nodded. He was in too much of everything to speak, but for once, Mr. Reevesworth wasn’t requiring verbal answers. He had one arm around Collin and was adjusting the temperature of the falling water to be warmer
“Damian, the bottle of juice, please. Hand it to me.”
Collin moved his head out from under the direct spray and opened his mouth. He drank as Mr. Reevesworth held the juice to his lips. It was cold, but the sugar tasted sweet and necessary, and the water pounding down on him grew warmer and warmer. Mr. Reevesworth drew Collin to his feet and wrapped an arm around his waist.
Collin leaned into him. “Your shirt is wet, sir.”
“All of me is wet, pet, that’s what happens when one jumps unexpectedly into a shower.”
“Sorry.”
“Hush, don’t be. You’re mine, Collin. And you needed me.”
“But you’re all wet.”
“And you hurt yourself. Which is worse?”
Collin’s hands stroked down Mr. Reevesworth’s shirt until the pads of his fingers snagged on the man’s leather belt. “Won’t this be ruined?”
“Collin, if you think one leather belt is worth more than you being safe and cared for, then we have a long, long way to go.”
“They cost money, sir.”
“And you are priceless.” Mr. Reevesworth pressed a kiss against Collin’s throat. “I have not done enough yet for you to truly understand that, have I? Don’t worry, I shall.”
It was an oath. Collin shuddered, fingers curling around Mr. Reevesworth’s belt. “I’m scared, sir.”
“Of what?”
“That I’m not worth whatever you’re planning on doing. That you’re wrong and someday you’ll realize it and then you’ll hate me. What if I fail?”
“Failure is temporary. You failed today. And where am I?”
Collin flinched and pressed in closer against his dom. “Here, sir.”
“We both are.” Mr. Reevesworth kissed him again, this time on the head. “I failed today, and yet where are you?”
“Here, sir.”
“And are you leaving me?”
“No, sir.”
“Think about that, then. Failure is temporary. We all do it. Even when we make no wrong choices and take no missteps, sometimes we still fail. We are not gods. And according to legends, gods fail frequently as well. Are you greater than the gods, Collin? I’m afraid none of us will measure up to your standards if so.”
Collin laughed despite himself, shaking his head, which was more like rubbing his face against Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder. The man’s shirt was scratchier when wet than dry. Collin lifted his face and rubbed the irritation.
“I’m not a god, sir. And I don’t hold others to those standards.”
“Just yourself.”
