They all sleep in the same bed that night. Kid begrudgingly takes the middle.
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52. Felipe/Kid
He grins impishly at the sight of Kid’s bowed head as he takes a sip of wine. Lacking the ability to disguise his distress, the younger man has been staring into his lap for the past several minutes. He places his own bronze hand on Kid’s blond head and takes a moment to appreciate the contrast. "No tienes hambre, muchacho?" he asks softly.
Kid blinks rapidly and shakes his head to clear his wayward thoughts. He looks up toward Felipe, perturbed by his master’s genial expression. “I’ll eat if you want me to, but no, I’m not very hungry.” He gently leans into Felipe’s hand.
The older man sighs and brings Kid’s head down onto his thigh. Felipe is adept at sensing when his young lover needs reassurance. “Life has put you through a lot, hasn’t it?” Kid nods, moves his knees closer to the legs of Felipe’s chair. “Celia,” he says and Kid’s shoulders tense. Felipe moves his hand from Kid’s hair onto his nape. “She makes you happy…and you’re worried she doesn’t feel the same. If she did, she wouldn’t take other lovers…is that what you’re thinking, boy?” He massages the ridged muscles beneath his fingers.
“I’m just your slave.”
“Hmm…true, I suppose. But you are not just anything, boy.”
Unsure of his own intentions, Kid places a shaky hand on Felipe’s knee. The older man has a gift for dragging all of Kid’s insecurities out into the light where he can manipulate them as he pleases. Kid hates it; he loves it; he wants it to stop; he wants to beg for it to go on forever. Right now, the older man has him craving delicious praise. “What am I then?” he asks timidly.
“You’re my beautiful boy.” He puts his arm around the younger man and curls his body toward him until Kid crawls between Felipe’s legs and wraps his arms around the older man’s waist. Dark, strong fingers plow through corn silk hair. “You belong to me, to Celia—only you and no one else.” Kid whimpers. “She adores her good boy…as do I.” Felipe makes a hard fist; Kid whimpers louder. “You make such lovely noises, be it pain, pleasure—it doesn’t matter. One cry and we want you. I go to bed at night dreaming of the day I’ll bury myself inside you. Some nights, I can almost hear your debauched pleas in my ears.” Felipe rolls his hips, scraping his covered erection across Kid’s smoothly shaven cheek. Felipe likes to play in the gray area between what Kid thinks he can handle and what he can actually endure. A cock to the face through two layers of clothing is different than a naked erection.
Kid gasps. He shivers. “Fuck-toy,” he whispers. “S’that all?” Two months ago, this would have freaked him right-the-hell-out, but a lot has happened in that span and he simply isn’t the same person. He’s a slave, a possession, a stripped-bare human being; he is his body, his desires, and his need—and nothing more.
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“What does that even mean?” Kid huffs.
Felipe chuckles. “If you see yourself as a slave, that is what you are. You could just as easily be our companion and confidant.”
Kid’s brows furrow. What would it mean to accept Felipe’s words as truth? Could he really let this become his life, being a sex slave in a three-way relationship with a guy who can have people killed with a hand gesture and a woman who likes to dress him up like a pony, or a wrestler, or an Aztec? Does he prefer that scenario to the one where he’s a nineteen-year-old high school drop out with no friends, family, money, or marketable skills? He closes his eyes and squeezes Felipe until his anxiety wanes. “I know why you let her sleep with other people.”
“Do you?” Felipe keeps petting Kid. Dinner is only half-eaten, and despite the waste of a perfectly delicious game hen, he’s happy to get this rare and intimate moment with Kid. Frankly, he’s also put out by Celia’s determined seduction of his new potential business partner. Felipe appreciates her commitment to him and their future, but these are dangerous times and he worries for her safety; Celia can be too brave. “Tell me, why do I allow her to sleep with other people?”
“She told me…that…um…she does it to get back at you…for…before.”
Felipe laughs morosely. “Did she? Well, believe it or not, I was not always the refined man I am today. What else did she say?” Felipe already knows. He’s seen the tapes.
“That she’s waiting for you to stop her—that you never do.”