Suited

Eighteen

Lawrence Whitacre's Point of View

One of Signore's friends looked really familiar but I couldn't quite figure out why. We'd never met before. Maybe Juniper just had a familiar face. We were close in age though, with only a few months apart. Maybe we went to school together? I would have definitely remembered him though. Blue Country Day was super tight knit.

He was just barely taller than I was and just as slim with a soft voice that went higher whenever his boyfriend spoke to him. I realized Signore was more worried about Malikai. He was so fucking hot. Tall and athletic with skin the color of a latte and shaggy hair that went to just above his shoulders. Juniper fit in his arms perfectly enough for him to put his head on top of his. I wished Signore would do something like that.

The four of us were in the living room with the TV on, delicious looking plates of chicken parm with spaghetti and breadsticks and glasses of homemade citrus soda. Malikai was on Signore's side on the couch and I was on the other. Juniper was knelt between his boyfriend's legs so he could put his plate on the coffee table. I decided to move down there too. That was the subish thing to do right? Signore liked when I kneeled anyway.

Juniper said my cuffs were cute and turned to Malikai to say, "We should ask Master for purple ones."

Malikai chuckled. "He already got us purple ones."

"Yeah but not like Lawrence's. Ours are leather. We need plastic ones—with locks."

"If Master put a lock on every set of cuffs we have, he'd never be able to keep track of the keys."

Juniper pulled out his phone. "Well I want them. I'm asking anyway."

"The hospital doesn't get good service."

He pouted and set it back down. "True."

"I'll ask for you later."

I wasn't sure how to ask but I had thought Malikai was Juniper's dom. Who was 'Master'? Whoever he was, even Malikai had called him that. Did that mean he was a submissive? I just kept eating my food. It was more my business than their 'Master,' whomever he was. Signore asked how he was doing and they said he was alright.

I hadn't really contributed to the conversation in a while, so I decided to ask how long they'd been together. Juniper said five years when Malikai said six. I learned there had been a rocky part in the middle where they were separated and that they had been with their master and a woman named Carina for about four years.

My confusion must have been evident in my face. Juniper giggled and explained that they were polyamorous. I felt Signore's hand on my neck, gently stoking me with his thumb. I had more questions. I'd never been in a polycule nor met anyone in one and I was feeling pretty curious but I don't think he wanted me to ask so I said that was cool and sipped my drink.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd known Juniper from somewhere though. I didn't ask about that either. The four of us ate and watched and talked until five and the two of them had to get going. I had a good time and Signore allowed me to exchange phone numbers with Juniper. Not Malikai, though. Signore was being possessive. It was kind of cute.

We said goodbye and Signore shut the door after they left. He stared at me for a moment before his eyes trailed down my body. I took off my clothes and folded them as neatly as I could. I wasn't sure why he was so fixated on that. Hopefully, the life skills instructor would go over it. Ironing too. Anything he needed me to do, really. I wanted to do things the right way for him.

Apparently that included washing dishes. I shouldn't have been surprised since it was in our contract that he expected me to take part in the domestic tasks, but I hadn't thought I'd do it naked or that he'd sit on the other side of the counter and watch me from behind while I did. I felt like I was on display. I definitely was. It was nerve wracking.