by Quin Perin
Yawning, I stretched my arms over my head and kicked at the blankets around my legs. Bad idea. Pain instantly shot through my lower half, and I whimpered, curling up. Jesus fuck. I was sore. So fucking sore. The fetal position became my best friend, head tucked in my arms and whining quietly.
It took maybe ten minutes for the sharp pain to subside to a dull throb, and I was finally able to wiggle my way to the edge of the bed and get my feet on the floor. Half the battle was won but standing up was going to be just as hard. After an embarrassing amount of time, I was able to get up off the bed and leave the bedroom, searching for my big brother so he could comfort me. I wanted some aftercare and more cuddling, damn it.
Sem was seated at the kitchen table, newspaper open in front of him. He looked so...mature like that. Older than usual. Drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper. Looking all tousled from bed with his hair a mess and scruff on his cheeks. It was oddly sexy. As wicked as Sem was and as much as I liked it, I kind of enjoyed his new more mature side as well. It was nice to see him grow. To not be the same asshole I’d always known.
“Whatcha doing?” I asked him, limping my way over toward him.
Looking up at me, Sem cocked his head to the side and used his foot to push out one of the chairs. “Sit,” he said, gesturing with one hand.
“Already ordering me around again?” As much fun as it would be to have a nice hard fucking for breakfast, neither my throat nor ass could take it. I’d have to reign myself in.
Sem folded the paper carefully and set it to the side, eyeing me. “What do you think about our relationship?” he asked. “Specifically, what do you expect to come from it?”
“Uh...kind of heavy questions for when I’ve just woken up, isn’t it?” I asked, rubbing at the back of my neck.
A faint smile and he shook his head. “No. Perfect time. Your guard is down, and you'll be more honest,” he reasoned. “I want to know what you see in your future.”
“You,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t quite know about my career or the family stuff, but I knew I didn’t want my relationship with Sem to end. I loved him. Beyond loving him like a brother. Hell, I wasn’t sure if I had ever loved him as a brother. He’d always been so cruel. But I loved him. Completely. And I couldn’t imagine not being with him.
“Anything else?” Sem asked, but I could tell from the look on his face that he was pleased with my answer. Of course, he was. It fed his ego.
“Not really,” I replied honestly. “I just want to be with you. I don’t know where or what I’ll be doing but...we’ll be together.”
“You sound very sure of that,” he said, smirking.
Biting on my lower lip, I tilted my head to the side. “I’ve...been planning something,” I told him.
“Planning what? You’re not planning on doing anything stupid, are you?”
“Stupid like you did?” I asked, seemingly oblivious.
“I’m adding that to your next punishment,” he said dryly.
Laughing, I shook my head. “It’s not stupid.”
“Then go ahead and tell me,” he demanded.
“My school offers a study abroad program,” I started. “You can do a semester or the whole year in another country and...I signed up to do one in the UK.”
Sem was silent for a long moment, looking me over. “You did?” he asked. “And?”
“I got in,” I said. “I figured it would be a good idea for me to spend some time over there to see how I like it.”
“And why would that be?”
“Because I figured you're never coming back home, and this way I can make sure I liked it before moving in with you.” I'd been thinking about it since Sem moved. It was inevitable. The only way things could be. The long-distance thing was fine for the time being, but I didn't think it would be good forever. I wanted us to be together. And if we were overseas, we wouldn't have to hide so much.
Sem shifted in his chair and reached out, sliding a largish black box that I hadn't noticed before toward me, his hand still on top of it. It was a jewelry box. I could tell that much, but I didn't know what he possibly could have gotten me. Certainly wasn't a promise ring in a box that big. “Being around Meik and Sebastian made me realize something,” he said, tone soft and serious. No more playing. Sem had his mature face on properly now.
“What did you realize?”
“That I want to be with you forever. I want a relationship like theirs. Meik has claimed Sebastian. Their love is visible and marked. Known. I want that as well.” Sem rose to his feet now, picking up the box and holding it in his palm. “I can't propose to you, and we can never be married, but that doesn't mean you're not mine or that I can't show it to you.”
The box was opened, revealing a large shiny black, metal ring on a bed of foam. There was a small velvet bag in the center. Everything looked rather posh. Rather nice. But I didn't quite understand what it was until I reached out to take the bag and see what was in it. A little silver screwdriver and some screws. There was a place on the metal to screw it shut too.
“Oh.” I breathed, eyes widening as it dawned on me. Sem had gotten me a collar. A gorgeous, beautiful collar. Christ, I felt like I was going to cry.
Sem smiled and took it out, fingers wrapping around the smooth metal as he held it out to me. “What do you say, Nate? Wanna do this fucked up thing with me for eternity?”
Grinning, I rose to my feet and placed my own hand on the collar. “God, yes.”
Nate’s Collar
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