Page 25 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
Collin blushed even harder than before. He raised his glass. “I believe that would be the definition of The Residency brothers.”
Damian touched his glass to Collin’s. “Residency brothers, then.”
Collin’s cheeks tingled. He drank to it.
Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau were still out when Collin and Damian returned home. Collin prepared for bed in his own room, but it felt vast and empty. He looked at the mattress and shook his head, padding out on bare feet into the living room.
Damian was standing, hands in the pockets of his pajama pants, staring out the window. “Want to cuddle?”
Collin tilted his head to the side. “Where?”
“My room.”
“I heard your bed is dangerous.”
Damian burst out in laughter. “All because I actually appreciate comfort.”
Collin made a skeptical face. “I’ll be the judge of that. Let’s see this soft monstrosity.”
It was a quagmire. Collin was lost at sea almost as soon as he crawled into the queen-sized pillow that Damian passed off as a sleeping surface.
“Someone is going to have to throw me a rope. I’m never getting back out.”
Damian took a flying leap and landed beside him, wrapping an arm around Collin’s waist and dragging him deeper into the mountainous fluff. “I’ll rescue you.”
“This. Is. Not! A rescue.” Collin kicked out with both arms and legs. “How do you sleep in this?”
Damian belly laughed. “Just sleep on me. I’m solid.”
Collin huffed. He rolled over in Damian’s loose grip and snuggled. “It’s not my fault when I wake up to use the bathroom and fall on you.”
“Oh, do you need to use the bathroom again before you sleep?”
Collin groaned. “Yes. I forgot. Now you do have to help me.”
“Help you with your dick, or help you out of the bed?”
Collin cut his eyes at Damian’s wickedly pleased face. “Well, since my dom gave you the key and you tricked me into this trap, both!”
It was pleasant at first. Collin closed his eyes and drifted, neither awake or asleep but relaxed. As time went on, Damian grew hotter and hotter and the bed stuffier and stuffier. Collin was on the verge of rousing when the door opened. Mr. Reevesworth stood in the opening.
Collin raised his head. “Sir?”
“Still awake?”
“I think I’m asleep, maybe. It’s kinda…hot, though.”
Mr. Reevesworth strode into the room and held out his hand. “Let’s cool you off, then. Can you escape?”
It was more difficult than Collin had expected, partially due to the fact that Damian was a cuddler and had managed to entirely wrap his legs around Collin’s. In the end, Mr. Reevesworth half lifted Collin out of the mattress while Collin extricated his leg.
“Nothing wakes him up?”
“Not really. Short of a siren.”
Collin stumbled on one foot. Somehow, he’d lost circulation in his other.
Mr. Reevesworth held out his hand. “And now you know why Damian has his own room and his own bed.”
