by R. J. Moray
“So, if I told you to clean the playroom today,” Jack started, and Channon twisted around to make a sad face over his shoulder. Jack chuckled, pinching him on the ass. “Oh, I see. You’re all out of obedience.”
“I just don’t think it needs it yet,” Channon complained. He shifted, pressing one foot up against Jack’s calf and rubbing him with his bare toes. “But it’s my job. I mean, it should be.” And then, because he’d been reading things on the internet and he’d wondered— “How are you feeling about last night, Sir?”
Jack’s hands stilled for a moment, but then he smoothed them the length of Channon’s spine. “Excellent. I hosted a party, I watched my boy get all the dick he could handle, my guests had a good time, and then I got to fuck you while you were messy with their come. I should probably be jealous, or disgusted with myself, but I’m not. It was something I’ve fantasized about for a long time, and now I’m finally able to have it. Thank you for playing along with me.”
Channon pushed himself up, twisting to come around on his knees despite his aches and pains. “It was fun. I’d do it again.” He caught Jack’s shirt in one hand, tugging himself in. “I like your fantasies. Most of the time.”
Jack grinned, slipping an arm around his waist to pull Channon almost into his lap. “That’s good to know. So. What did you want to do today?”
“Don’t you have something planned?” Channon asked. Jack usually had something in mind.
To his surprise, Jack said, “No. I thought we could do whatever you wanted, whatever you felt up to.”
Because obviously Jack hadn’t been sure what Channon might be capable of after last night. It was, Channon thought, very sweet.
“Can we,” he asked slowly, thinking that this was one of those times he might be able to get away with things, “get pizza and play video games?”
Jack nodded and brushed the tip of Channon’s nose with a kiss. “We can do that.”
“You can have a salad if you want,” Channon offered, trying not to grin too obviously. “I’ll make it for you.”
“I think I can indulge in pizza, just this once,” Jack told him. He ruffled Channon’s hair. “Order some wings, too.”
Wings was decadence. Channon beamed. “Yes, Sir!”
“And Channon,” Jack added, squeezing him tight. “Don’t forget that I love you.”
Would that ever get old? Channon shook his head. “Never, Sir,” he said, because he was pretty sure he never would.
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Dear Reader,
Well, that was a lot! Lucky Channon, for getting exactly what he wanted. And Jack too, for getting exactly what he wanted. It's important to remember, in the midst of all the fantasies being played out here, that the most important thing in any relationship is communication. The boys are getting a lot better at that, and I think it shows.
Next episode is the finale for Season Four, and then we have a small hiatus before Season Five begins. But! I should have some other material out for you in the meantime, if you're hankering for more. Nate/Ewan fans already know about A Collar For His Brat I-III, and there's Chance or Fate for anyone who wants to see more of Danny Moretti. Which reminds me: regarding the timeline, this episode happens directly BEFORE Chance or Fate. Danny is still single ;)
Also, you can find the Naughty Advent stories on my blog, featuring Jack/Channon/Nate/Ewan in multiple combinations. (You can also get it here, if you want a collection to keep.)
Thanks go to my awesome editors, Jennifer and Anne, who smoothed out a lot of wrinkles. Any remaining wrinkles are entirely mine. If you liked this episode, please, please leave a review. It's the nicest thing you can do for me, though encouraging your friends to read the series is actually pretty damn awesome too. Also! We have a Facebook group now—Robin's Reading Nest! Join us for chats and stuff.
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Robin Moray started writing at the age of twelve. Those stories tended to have a lot of elves in them, and woodland rangers who were secretly exiled princes. Robin spent years in academia, studying literature and history, and then embarked on a career in the private sector, playing with spreadsheets and day-dreaming of adventures with wolves and witches and magical pacts. Robin's first book, Bonded to the Alpha, was written in two months but benefited from nearly twenty years of practice. Since then Robin has been devoted to writing fantasy, horror, science fiction, and romance, in all kinds of combinations.
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