A Healthy Rivalry: The Lion vs The Warrior

XXVI

Young, Wild & Free

A.K.

I woke up the next morning with a chest-full of my purring boyfriend. I gently rubbed his head and glanced at the clock, 6:48am. I let out a soft sigh, and decided to let him sleep.

I stared at the ceiling while my overactive brain woke up. Today I have to get Boundaries work done, it's a priority. Fences however... no I can't put it off. I sent our Crew my mini-model and ground plans weeks ago, I have to check on their progress building the set since I decided to leave it up to them. It was a first for me, not being so hands on, but...

My eyes fell to Karter. Looking at him makes me want to quit it altogether, and I don't mind it. Theater has always been a hobby for me, a place to get away when the lifestyle was too much. Karter though, Dance was his entire world. His passion makes me continue working, oddly enough I want him to be proud.

Proud... I looked to the ceiling again. A Dominant wishing to make his Submissive proud. Was I proud to be Jameson's? I was proud he was mine, but I never gave the alternative a thought.

I grabbed my phone and sent out an important text.

Gay Ass: Vik we need to have the discussion.

I waited patiently, knowing it's almost 9 for him, and he's probably awake.

Pan Fucker: I thought we agreed we would wait until we were both happy.

Gay Ass: Then we do it twice. I need to take this step with him. I'll tell him we're doing it twice too.

Pan Fucker: Mm.

I took that as confirmation.

Gay Ass: Come over tonight, you can sleepover.

Pan Fucker: We'll see.

I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone. We've both been such tense assholes to each other since our incident, it's exhausting. I hope talking about it will help us, but I know it'll never fully be fixed until Vik finds his forever too. When that person loves Vik past his regrets, he'll be able to move on. I know it because I'm ready to move on, thanks to Karter's support.

With that as my motivator, I rolled with Karter to lay on our sides. He took a few moments to reposition in his sleep but we both curled up with our faces in each other's necks. His soft purrs lulled me right back to sleep.

The next time I woke up, Karter was licking and nibbling on my neck. I tilted my head slightly and he latched on to, most probably, give me a hickey. Our legs were tangled, so I couldn't escape. When he pulled back with a self-satisfied smile, I blinked my sleepy eyes at him. "Bonjour."

He purred and rubbed his prickly face on mine. "Hinhanna Waste." He laid with his face on mine, making me chuckle. "I don't think I ever told you, but you look really good with a beard."

He moved to look at me, and rub my jawline. I hummed thoughtfully. "Well I can't stand it often, but I'll keep it occasionally for you. Today, it has to go though."

He pouted and held my cheeks. "Nooooo one more day!"

I squished his cheeks in retaliation. "When your face gets that length, you always shave. I know you're gonna shave today anyway."

His smile returned, and he made me make a fish-face. "That's because mine grows slower than yours. I'd be at this prickly, itchy stage for a week before the beard shows. If you liked it though, I would keep it. For a while anyway."