Lay Me Down (MxM)

11. The Snake

Hi beautiful humans! We have an extra long chapter being uploaded mid-week. Surprise! I hope you'll enjoy the ride that is this update on Lucas at school. You may noticed a twist you didn't expect, but trust I've got it all under control. ;) As the writer I have a master plan at work here, and it will all come together nicely. In the meantime, the plot is chugging ahead and we are diving into some new waters here. The next chapter will focus more heavily on Jae's inner-monologue, and some other plot-driving, yummy things I shall not spoil. I hope you're all doing well and taking care of yourselves. As always a big thanks to doodlemcfiddle of Sidelines for being my extra set of eyeballs on this chapter and the best cheer leader too. 💕
Happy Wednesday! -Quill

Lucas

I padded down along Sherman's hallway, seeking that lady at the office I'd heard Jae talking to. "What was her name again?" I muttered aloud, tapping the doctor's note against my forearm. My mind soon began to wander once again, and I couldn't help but feel naughty and dirty in the best fucking way.

I blushed at the warmth still in my chest and face, Jae's touch lingering like a ghostly whisper against my skin, and in my mouth. I really did just give head to my new fuckbuddy and sugar daddy in the parking lot. Heh.

Was Jae my sugar daddy?

I've heard girls sometimes joke about that at school, about wanting a sugar daddy to pay for college, but none of them actually had one. However, I just had the gorgeous, overtly insured, very much employed, and mature Jae Hoffman pay the bill for my doctor visit, plus my meds, and the splint. I knew how much that must have cost, and I would not have been cheap.

I didn't get with Jae to have a sugar daddy, but he literally paid for everything this morning. It made me grin, and I wondered how Jae would react if I called him that. I decided it would be comical, so I made a mental note to call him my sugar daddy later when he picks me up to see how he responds.

The longer my mind lingered on the entire thing, I found myself snickering to myself audibly, and I could feel a grin spreading across my face. Perhaps I looked crazy walking around smiling like this, but I was in a happy state of shock. I pondered the wild trajectory of my day up until now, struggling to believe that it all had indeed been reality.

The pleasure I gave Jae was more than real, which in turn only served as a reminder of how real dad's punishment had been, too. I had almost forgotten about it when I blew Jae. The physical and emotional high of our little activity plus the effects of Oxy put me in a happy place, but now the sad reality of my life was threatening to take over portions of my mind again, casting a cruel shadow over the kindness Jae had so spoiled me with.

I wondered, would I turn into a kindness-expecting, snuggle-seeking monster if he doted more affection on me? Perhaps. Now that I think about it, I've just described the mindset of a dog—a golden retriever to be more exact, which is very fitting.

Jae...He was fucking hot, intimidating even, but then he had this gentleness to him that was disarming; the way he spoke and acted, the way he took care of me... Jae didn't have to force or demand my respect, because somehow, he had already earned it. When Jae was dominating and stern, it only spurred me into craving both the pleasure and his punishment like a madman. Punishment or pleasure with Jae, well, they were each their own reward, and those moments with him felt like both an erotic dream, yet a place of safety all at once.

My heart raced at the lingering feeling of his strong hand cradling my face, the taste and feel of his mouth against mine... it was perfect, and I stopped, wavering there in the hallway like a creep with my eyes shut, savoring the memory of it all.