Suited

Forty Three

Signore and I didn't do much for Valentine's Day and I was perfectly fine with that. I had been busy with school, so we cooked dinner together, drank tea, watched a movie, and fucked. Honestly, a perfect night, but on Tuesday, Signore decided to make that evening an official do over. He took me ice skating. Both of us were absolutely shit at it but we needed a good laugh and sharing one of the little support things was kind of cute more than it was frustrating. We got hot chocolate after.

Then it rained while we were walking back to the hotel, where we planned on having dinner. Gabriel and Haydn had the car because they wanted to go out to eat and the restaurant was further than the skating rink. That was only eleven blocks from the hotel. The two of us ducked into the first building we saw, which happened to be an IHOP, so we had pancakes and burgers for dinner and I regret none of it. Signore ended up with a stomach ache though, which made me seem super high maintenance to the Uber driver I called to take us a few blocks over.

Gabe and Haydn still weren't back when we were in bed. I was watching TV and Signore was checking his agenda for tomorrow. I realized I wasn't sure if I'd have another chance if I didn't ask now, so I put my hand on his thigh and waited.

"Yes, ragazzo?"

I rarely had to ask for sex. Not before I met Signore and definitely not since knowing him. It wasn't an issue. I was sure he was just busy and considering who we were sharing a suite with, I could see why the hesitation was there. I was too, but I was also needy. "I know it's not Saturday, but—"

"Your training collar is in my carry on. Bring it here."

I did as I was told. "Did you bring condoms?"

His face dropped, then he rubbed his hand over it. "No, I didn't." He was grumbling as he got out of bed and pulled pants and a shirt on. Nothing crazy, just loungewear. He put my collar on anyway. "Strip and get under the covers. I'll be back shortly."

"Sir?"

He was putting on his shoes and I resented that. We were going in the opposite direction. "Yes?"

"I don't mind." He stared at me. "You know, going without one. I'm okay with it, and I'm clean. You don't have to worry about me giving you anything." He was thinking way too hard. "I mean, it's not like we're casual, Sir."

We'd been together for almost five months. "That's true."

"And you're healthy, so it's not like there's a real issue."

He nodded. "I know, I just never go without."

That made my jaw drop. "You were with Haydn for ten months and always wore a condom?"

"Well he and I didn't have that much sex, but yes. I did."

This was a brat move but, "Well I'm not him and I'm saying I'm okay with it."

He thought for a little longer before he took his shoes back off, then the socks, then the shirt, the pants, underwear, and he got back in bed. I followed suit, bringing my lube with me.

It wasn't that different. I remembered being somewhat bothered using condoms when I slept with girls. It was still good but it always felt like an extra step. An important one but I preferred to feel everything. The temperatures, the wetness, the whole experience. I must have been using really shit condoms since Signore never complained about wearing them. I wondered if it was a fetish for exactly one millisecond. He was doing just fine without one but he wasn't particularly thrilled about it either. Regardless, he was, in simple terms, fucking me senseless.

I thought there'd be a difference in the friction, but he just used less lube to compensate. He was just as rough and just as perfect as he always was, melding with me in ecstasy while I bit my pillow to keep my voice down. It hadn't even been that long since I'd gotten off. Saturday went as normal but the change of scenery was doing it for me. The same man, the same collar, and the same cage in a different state and different bed with different sheets. His same soap but different water. Maybe something was in the water and that was why we were so feral.

He slowed down when I finished and I heard myself apologize. "Don't be sorry, bello. Turn over." I obeyed. He put his hand on my jaw. "Open."

I obeyed. I'd always obey. Obeying made things easy. In my haze, he slipped into my mouth. I was tasting lube and sweat, and then cum. All of it went down my throat as he pressed in further and I felt like I was choking. Bliss.

I woke up clean and sore on Wednesday morning, logging into a class after breakfast and Signore kissing me goodbye. I watched him go in his trousers and button down, coat in hand. So good. I wanted to watch him strip again. That had been magical.

"Lawrence, define a derivative for the class, please."

I snapped back reality, smoothed my hair out of my face, and unmuted my mic. "The rate of change between output and input, sir."

He hummed, probably upset that I had an answer, let alone a right one. "Yes. Stop day dreaming."

"I'll try." I muted myself again. Last night gave me plenty to dream about, so try was all I could manage.

The days went by quicker than I expected. School was calm for the moment and suddenly it was Friday and there was another twelve course dinner. Tonight was Italian instead of French cuisine and I hoped the almost-graduates wouldn't butcher something. Signore took his food seriously.

After more flashing lights and invasive questions, we were inside and the head chef actually came to talk to him during the meal to hear his thoughts. Thankfully, Signore only had positive things to say. I had no doubt in my mind that he would have voiced his negative thoughts just as easily if he had any. Until dessert, that is. I should give him more credit, he didn't actually say anything at first. I asked him what was wrong. We kept our voices down and the pâtissier was nowhere in sight so only we could understand each other.

He didn't like rainbow cookies in general, not just these ones. They had too much almond for his taste. Luckily for him, I was happy to take them off his plate and eat them myself. Even if they were more Christmas cookies instead of Valentine's Day cookies or something else seasonally appropriate, they were very New York, and I personally found them delicious.

Dinner was over soon after and Signore walked with me through the throng of paparazzi toward the car. It was nice out. Definitely chilly but we had coats on so it was fine. There was a bit of snow but it wasn't sticking to the ground. The impulsive thought to catch at least one snowflake on my tongue took over so I tried, even if I looked ridiculous. Signore laughed while he opened the door for my brother and Haydn, then mine. "No more sugar until next Saturday."

I sat down, giggling. "I hope that doesn't include the sugar I get from you."

Cameras kept flashing as the school officials went to their cars. The white beaming made how red he turned all the more apparent. "Put your seatbelt on."

There were no issues at JFK the next morning, and I slept during the flight. BWI wasn't bad either. I didn't set any alarms off, but I did have to explain what the metal in the little pouch in my backpack was next to my cuffs. I'd been wearing them nonstop during the trip and was glad to let Signore put them back on when we got through security. I was surprised to see Jessie's truck in the pick up lane though. Signore's car was in the overnight garage.

Jessie told Signore to give Gabe the keys and he parted with them very reluctantly. My brother took Haydn to go locate the vehicle and meet us back at the estate while we climbed into the SUV.

"Sugar," Jessie asked, laughing. "Seriously? Lawrence, you couldn't try to be subtle?"

My face fell. "I don't know what you mean."

"You know exactly what I mean." He threw his phone at me and put the car in drive. "Am I allowed to tell the press you're an item, cuz outlets have been sending me that video all morning asking for a comment."

Oh. Oh shit. It wasn't just last night. There were pictures from our date too, and the museum. "Signore, I am so sorry."

He shook his head. "I'm fine." He didn't look fine. He looked at the side of Jessie's face. "What did the Chairman say?"

"Oh he's fine other than the fact Lawrence was seen in an IHOP of all places. I think the missus is gonna get the one of you two ice skating framed. Don't worry. You're not gonna get fired."

Signore looked significantly more fine at that. He was actually smiling. "Very well. Tell the world."

And now I was fine.