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Nick’s jaw snapped shut at Gus’s tone. He looked down at his lap, where his notebook was sitting, and he could feel his face burn at what was being said. “Yes, Sir,” he said softly, giving a tight nod. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”
Gus sighed, letting the heat disappear from his tone. He bent and placed a kiss to the top of Nick’s head. “I love you sweet boy but I will not let you become less than I know you can be.”
Nick shook his head. “I’ll study and I’ll fail because this is a Dom subject and I’m a sub and it was stupid to try to take it in the first place, Sir. Next semester I’m back to all submissive courses.”
Gus frowned, “Enough. I am not interested in this nonsense. I do not want some pitiful man incapable of challenging himself and pursuing the things he desires. I do not care if you pass or not but this defeated attitude is unappealing. Another word of such nonsense and I shall give you a spanking and you will sleep on the floor tonight. Am I clear?”
Nick shook his head, partly in disagreement but partly to get Gus’s hand tangled in his hair a little. “Not clever enough for this, Sir. I’m gonna fail.”
Gus shook his head slowly. “I disagree. You will study and you will pass because I believe in you and you are so clever. You just lack confidence my sweet boy.”
Nick smiled up at Gus as he grabbed the other book to slide under his notebook. “Thank you, Sir.” He wrinkled his nose at the formulas he’s been working on. “Chemistry’s hard.”
Gus dipped his hand and smoothed it over Nick’s soft dark hair, “Then it is good that my boy is so clever.” he murmured.
“Oh, um… I might have been using it to balance my notebook on. Sorry, Sir.” Nick shrugged apologetically, holding out the book for his Dom to take.
“Ah... thank you sweet boy.” He nodded toward the large horticultural text on the coffee table. “Use that if you need a book to write on.”
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A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
Nick couldn’t imagine being happier right now. He’d finally told Mr. Augustus how he felt for him, and the feeling was mutual. He kissed his Dom back urgently, only pulling back long enough to pull his shirt off when he felt Gus pulling at it. “I love you, Sir,” he said as soon as the fabric was past his face, quickly returning to kiss wherever he could reach.
Gus had lost interest utterly in the tea, the scones, the lessons, nothing mattered at this moment but Nick. He kissed the submissive deeply before abruptly rising to his feet and holding out a hand for Nick to take. It felt weird to speak with his processor off but still, he wanted no communication errors. “Come. I need you in my bed now.”
A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
Nick felt like time slowed down as he finished signing those three words he’d spent so much time practicing to perfection. What if he’d misjudged the situation? Their relationship? He didn’t know what he was expecting Gus to do in response, so when he found himself pulled into a close embrace, it caught him off guard, but it was enough to calm his nerves. He wasn’t being rejected.
He had a bright smile on his face by the time Gus pulled back from the hug, and it somehow grew even wider when he heard those three little words repeated back to him. He almost wished he hadn’t asked the Dom to remove his processor earlier, so that he could just repeat it back to him over and over and over again… but that train of thought was cut off by a kiss. It was perfect, and he brought a hand up to hold onto Gus’s face as he deepened the kiss.
Gus sank into the kiss, pulling Nick’s body against his own. His boy loved him. His dear sweet boy. Kiss after kiss rained on Nick’s lips and over his chin and down his throat. Gus’ hands tugged at Nick’s clothing. He wanted him nude and perfect and beneath him. His boy.
A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
Nick had to admit he was a little jealous that Gus was finished with his homework already, but he’d gotten a lot done the night before so he hoped it wouldn’t take too long to finish his tomorrow. He grinned at the compliment, signing back, I’m happy. Before he could overthink again, he just continued straight through with the three simple signs he’d practiced over and over again in the mirror. First he pointed to himself, then he crossed his arms over his chest, and finally he pointed over at Gus. I love you.
Gus watched as Nick signed that he was happy and he did a quick /me too/ before following his next series of slow signs. He looked to Nick’s eyes, astonished. His plate and mug were quickly placed down on the coffee table before Gus slid forward to wrap his arms tightly around the submissive. He held him tightly for a few minutes before pulling back, cupping his face and saying “I love you too”. He couldn’t hear himself but he knew Nick would and that was what mattered. Gus then leaned in to capture Nick’s lips in a long, slow kiss.
A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
Nick copied the sign for scone and nodded, blushing when he looked down to see how much of his scone Gus had left. Right. He could have done that a lot better. He bit his lip and signed another question, hoping to get rid of the awkwardness quickly. Do you have homework?
Gus followed the next question easily, /all done./ he signed quickly before taking another sip of his tea, followed by a large bite of scone. /very good/ Gus gestured to indicate the scone. Just the right about of tart and sweet. He was enjoying it quite thoroughly.
A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
Nick froze still for a moment, his nerves getting the better of him. I, he signed, pointing to his chest, but all of a sudden he changed his mind, pointing over at Gus instead. Do you want more s-c-o-n-e?
Gus looked a little puzzled at the question. He still had more than half of his scone on his plate. He was eating it but he was far from needing seconds. He signed the word for scone and then /later but thank you/. He took another sip of tea and nibbled a scone.
A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
Nick repeated the signs for the two subjects a couple of times, trying to memorize them so he wouldn’t have to waste time finger spelling them again later. It was crazy to him how many different signs there were. He nodded again once he thought he got them down, then paused. Sir? he asked, tilting his head inquisitively to the side.
It was cute to see Nick practice. He remembered fumbling like that. Of course he had been just a kid when he learned so it was a little easier. His father though had had to work very hard just to learn the basics. It still thrilled Gus that his father had tried, just as it made him happy to see how hard Nick was trying. He nodded in response to Nick’s inquiry.
A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
Nick sucked in a deep breath and nodded decisively, catching Gus’s meaning the first time. B-i-o-l-o-g-y and c-h-e-m-i-s-t-r-y, he signed back, a little frustrated with how slow it was. Maybe he should have studied more before he tried this little practice session. He sighed, picking up his mug and sipping at the tea inside to try and calm his nerves.
Gus followed the spelling and then showed Nick the signs for both. He wanted Nick to see that it was a process. Sometimes you spelled in the beginning and each sign you learned, you used again and again until it was just a language you knew and could use. Not that he expected Nick to use it all the time. But he would like their children to know how to speak to their father.
A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
Nick grinned to himself while he watched Gus trying his scone. Seeing people eat the food he’d made for them was one thing that would absolutely never get old… especially when ‘people’ was Mr. Augustus. He watched carefully when he saw the other man start to sign something, and he was grateful when he repeated the whole sentence. “Um,” he said out loud, pausing while he wracked his brain for the proper signs. Science, he finally signed back. Two classes. He winced at how awkward his response was, but he hoped it was at least understandable. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Gus smiled at Nick. He could see he was working hard. /if you do not know a word just s-p-e-l-l it/ he directed and then repeated again. He knew the beginning stages were hard. They were with any language. But he was impressed by Nick’s effort. He took another bite of his scone, enjoying its taste.
A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
Nick saw Gus shrug but kept an eye on him in case he decided to sign something else. He was quickly realizing that this practice session was going to take a lot of effort to keep his attention where it should be, and that this was something Gus had to do all the time. He bit his lip while he grabbed them each a lemon scone, and he handed the second plate to Gus while he sat down. Thank you, Sir.
Gus lifted his tea mug to his lips and took a sip before breaking off a piece of scone. He nibbled at it, enjoying the flavour of the fresh lemon with the crisp earl grey. He sighed with pleasure, almost unconsciously. /What class do you have homework in?/ he asked, moving through the signs slowly, pausing and then repeating them.
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A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
Nick smiled and moved in for another kiss only to find that Gus had had the same idea. He licked his lips as he pulled back, watching intently to make sure he didn’t miss anything. He nodded, hurrying to grab them dishes. What kind? he signed, looking back over at Gus.
Gus shrugged, indicating he didn’t much mind whichever kind Nick served. They knew it would be delicious. Gus poured the tea, which had been steeping while they had engaged in their hot kisses. He dressed Nick’s exactly as he seemed to prefer, taking his own black. He settled the pair of mugs on the coffee table and waited for Nick to serve the scones. /Thank you/
