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@subnickduval
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 smiled shyly up at Gus, grateful for the kiss and the I love you. It was still new and exciting and he would never get tired of hearing it. “I love you, too, Sir,” he said softly. “But I... I guess I should get back to studying.”
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’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 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 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 dipped his hand and smoothed it over Nick’s soft dark hair, “Then it is good that my boy is so clever.” he murmured.
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.”
“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.”
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.”
F2F
“Nick? Have you see my history text? I seem to have misplaced it?”
@subnickduval
“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.
[PM] Kurt!!!
[PM] Hm?
[PM] I guess… I’ll talk to him about it, yeah.
[PM] You don’t sound all that certain?
[PM] Kurt!!!
[PM] Hm?
[PM] Just busy with school and then spring break everyone went down to Florida right away, and we didn’t come back till the day before classes started back up… Dad’s usually busy on weekends too, working, so it’s not like I could go just any weekend either.
[PM] He doesn’t live that far away, though. Why don’t you try to go visit him for dinner sometime soon?
[PM] Kurt!!!
[PM] Hm?
[PM]Fine.. Glad school’s almost done. Miss my dad– this is the longest I’ve gone without visiting..
[PM] You and me both! Why haven’t you gone home for so long?
[PM] Kurt!!!
[PM] Hm?
[PM] The first option it is.:) [PM] I’m happy for you, Nick.
[PM] Thanks, Kurt. I’m really, really happy myself.
[PM] How have you been holding up lately?
A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
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.”
Nick was caught off guard as Gus stood up, but he took his hand and stood up as well. “Yes, Sir,” he said, allowing himself to be led over to the Dominant’s bed. It wasn’t until they reached it that he realized that Gus hadn’t been able to hear his response, but instead of repeating it, he signed those three words again, pulling Gus’s hand up to his chest for the middle sign rather than letting go.
[PM] Kurt!!!
[PM] Hm?
[PM] Are you repeating yourself because you’re excited or because you’re trying to imply getting claimed came up again?
[PM] Claimed? Mr. Augustus and I haven’t talked about that. I just-- he loves me, Kurt!
[PM] Kurt!!!
[PM] Hm?
[PM] Are you repeating yourself because you’re excited or because you’re trying to imply getting claimed came up again?
[PM] Claimed? Mr. Augustus and I haven’t talked about that. I just-- he loves me, Kurt!
[PM] Kurt!!!
[PM] Hm?
[PM] One would hope.. Though I firmly believe if the Dom cares about you and for you, pardon my not-french-french,but who gives a shit what others think.
[PM] Yeah, I guess. And he does care about me. Like a lot a lot.
[PM] Kurt!!!
[PM] Hm?
[PM[ Yikes…
[PM] Pretty much. I mean... They have to like me eventually, right?
[PM] Kurt!!!
[PM] Hm?
[PM] Rough?
[PM] His family might be more intense than mine is.
A Quiet Saturday | Gus/Nick
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.
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.
