Page 9 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
“You mean the one you reinforced with steel and bolted into the structure of the building?” Damian snarked.
Émeric bubbled with laughter, glancing toward his husband.
Richard shook his head. “Please retrieve our kitten, mon amour, before he becomes part and parcel of the furniture.”
Richard filled the bottom of the bathtub with water and fetched a wooden ladle the size of a two-quart pot. While Richard prepared, Émeric sat on the stool, never letting Collin go, cradled in his arms. And that was good. Collin was sore in the best way. Nothing wanted to move. Needy did not begin to cover what he felt. He wanted to crawl inside his sir’s skin. Twelve inches would be too far away to be separated right now.
Richard climbed into the tub and held out his arms to take Collin. Damian joined them, helping to hold Collin’s head up. Even that required too much work. Richard washed him using the wooden ladle to wet and rinse him.
“Feel drunk,” Collin whispered.
“You’re crashed.” Damian pressed a kiss to Collin’s shoulder.
Émeric came back with a tray of juice and water for everyone. Richard let the water out of the bottom of the tub and brought Damian and Collin towels. Then he set the tray down where Damian could reach it on the bench built around the tub.
“Are you good with Damian holding you, precious boy?” Richard asked.
Collin nodded, blinking sleepily. Damian’s chest was nice to lean on. And the man was warm. He smelled good. The same as his master and his sir, now that they were all covered in the same soap.
“Are you good with holding him, Damian?” Richard asked.
“Yes, sir. I’ll call if anything changes.”
“Good boy.”
Richard squeezed Damian’s shoulder. Émeric handed Richard a cup of juice, still drinking his own. Then they went into the shower together.
“I’ve never seen them like this before,” Damian murmured.
“Like what?”
“Mr. Reevesworth—Richard—I’ve never seen him bottom for Émeric. I knew he did, but…” Damian’s voice trailed off in awe. He shook his head and reached for Collin’s cup. “You need to drink more, but slowly, okay?”
“Okay.” Collin tried to grip the glass.
Damian huffed. “Let me help, bro. I fucked you twice. Rest.”
Collin giggled. And even that sounded funny to his ears, so he giggled some more. “You fucked me twice, and Master fucked me, and sir was in me, and sir milked me. I’m…something…” He giggled some more.
Damian chuckled, a little bit of exhaustion in his own tone. “You’re fucked out, bro.”
Collin swallowed more juice and closed his eyes, head down on Damian’s shoulder again. He patted Damian’s chest. “You’re good. You feel good. And you’re nice. Not nice nice but like good nice.”
Damian pressed his lips to the top of Collin’s head. “You’re so crashing.”
“I’m spinning off into space.”
“I got you. You can’t spin off anywhere as long as I’m holding you.” Damian pulled the towels closer around them both. “How’s that?”
“Good.” Collin let out a huff. “What are they doing?”
“Connecting, I think. And getting clean.”
Sometime later, Émeric switched places with Damian. He had a fresh warm towel for Collin from the towel warmer.
Collin rubbed his face against it. Warm towels were magic.
Richard came back after a while and helped Émeric and Collin out of the tub. He carried Collin out to the small bed and laid him on his stomach.
