Chapter Sixteen - The Grass Is Always Greener?
There was no possible way to reason with the guy, nor did he take hints. Simon was like a stupid dog that needed a lot of training. After closing the door a few more times in his face, and a few others telling him to just go home already, Carter had had to open the door wide and try to have a conversation with the guy.
"Do you have any idea how this looks? The neighbors will see your car parked in the driveway!" he pointed the finger at Simon.
"It's not the first time I come to your house," Simon said defensively. "And I'm a co-worker. People will just think that I'm here about work. Plus, it's not like I'm visiting you at night. That would look suspicious."
"Wait, how do you know Aron is not at home this weekend?"
"At all?" Simon's eyes lit up. "I didn't know. Ah, that means that I can sleep over, even."
"Wait, you didn't know?"
"No," Simon shrugged. "But I'm glad he's not. Because I want to show you something."
With that, Simon pulled his polo out of his slacks and began dragging it up. Carter was just about to tell the guy to stop undressing in the doorway, when his eyes fell on the strange leather belts crossing the guy's chest.
He put his head out the door, and looked to the left, and then to the right. Oh, no, fuck, someone was coming. He grabbed Simon by one arm and pulled him inside abruptly.
His back against the door, like he was expecting someone to come knocking it down, he stared at Simon in disbelief.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" he whispered angrily.
"I thought about having some initiative, seeing that you are into this master thing," Simon replied, rather miffed.
"So, you thought about coming over, dressed in this harness or whatever it is, and showing it to me?" Carter began to massage his temples.
Great way to start the day. Just fucking great.
"Pretty much, yes," Simon confirmed.
"What if Aron was at home?"
"Then I would have just talked about work. And, the moment we were alone, I would have shown it to you," Simon said with a very pleased smile on his face.
Damn, the guy looked like a kid who thought he got all the answers right at a quiz test.
"You are ..." he was lost for words.
"What? You don't like it? I'm sorry, I'm new to this submissive staff," Simon spoke, now looking a bit embarrassed. "But I'll do anything. I want you to like me."
"All right."
Stop staring at me with those puppy eyes.
Great, now he needed to play the master or whatever.
"Well, it's Saturday, so all I want to do is chill. If you want to grab some popcorn with me and watch some sports, you're invited," he made a sign for Simon to make himself comfortable, while he headed for the bathroom. He needed a shower and to wake up properly.
"You're testing me!" Simon exclaimed, looking happy for some stupid reason. "You want to see if I'm good as a submissive. So, no, master, I could not share your popcorn with you. I will be your coffee table, so you can rest your feet on me."
What kind of logic was that? He stared at Simon in shock for a couple of seconds and then shook his head. Okay, the idiot looked happy. Let him do whatever. He just turned on his heels and went for his shower.
***
He grabbed his bowl of popcorn, throwing a few in his mouth on his way to the living room. The sight in front of him made him almost drop the bowl.
Simon was on his fours, carefully placed in front of the sofa, his head hunched between his shoulders, looking down. He was naked, save for the leather straps that were hugging his lean body tightly, and it was quite clear that a thinner one went straight through the guy's ass, parting his buttocks, and then going a bit wider to cover his balls.
If Carter had been a gay guy into submission play, he might have just appreciated the view. Simon was a beautiful male specimen, and the attire was not looking ludicrous on him at all. He kind of understood why Alex liked the beautiful idiot. Simon was like a cute dog, with perfect pedigree, and the ideal length between ears and tail, or whatever counted as a sign of a pure breed in canines. So, it didn't matter that he was so damn dumb.
With a sigh, he jumped over Simon's prone form and dropped himself and the popcorn bowl on the sofa. Maybe it was too early for TV and popcorn, but he wasn't in the mood for anything else.
It was awkward as fuck to flick through the channels while Simon sat there, completely silent and unmoved.
"Please rest your feet on me, master," Simon begged, eventually.
The truth was he didn't have enough room for his legs, so it was easy to just lift them off and place them on Simon's smooth back, trapped in leather straps. Eh, it felt kind of nice. He sank into the sofa. Simon shifted just a little, as Carter found the most comfortable position.
It was probably the most idiotic thing he had ever done in his life, but he had no idea what else to do. He had been the one to hint at that kind of play, and Simon was just eagerly obliging. Like a dog wanting to be in his master's graces.
The game was interesting enough, so, soon enough, he forgot about thinking how weird the whole thing was.
"Do you want any popcorn?" he angled his head to look at Simon.
"Will master feed me? I cannot move," Simon spoke.
He sighed and grabbed a few popped corns, careful to avoid the duds, between his fingers, bringing them closer to Simon's mouth. The man took them delicately, his lips brushing slightly by Carter's fingers.
He ignored the slight frisson climbing up his arm and pretended to watch the game, but he started alternating throwing popcorn in his mouth with handing Simon his fair share. The lips caressing his fingers began to grow bold, but for a while, he didn't make anything of it.
