Chapter 2 - Avett

Avett

“Whatcha thinking?” Adrian asked, his voice no higher than a whisper.

Bathed in the afternoon sunlight, we were sprawled out in bed, limbs entangled in the midst of our daily afternoon cuddle session. Our school clothes, books, and unfinished homework were strewn across the floor nearby. Ah, my favorite time of day. We usually at least attempt to do homework first, but after class today we wasted no time rushing home, up the creaky stairs, and into bed, into each other’s arms. We both needed a recharge. Adrian, especially. He was so cute when he was tired like this. Dreamy, at ease, and even more needy than usual.

“Oh, you know...” I murmured in response, my fingertips tracing lazy circles across his back.

He turned his head to see me through his sleepy eyes, strands of his unkempt hair falling onto the pillow. “Still?”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s just...”

“Shh,” he quieted, turning away again. I was taken aback. Adrian rarely interrupted me like that, if ever. “Just ... Cuddle me harder.”

Say no more. I pressed his chest into mine so close I could feel his heartbeat through the thin cotton of his baggy t-shirt and the protruding bones of his skinny ribcage. I stroked the strands of hair back off his pale forehead until his breathing slowed and his eyes fluttered shut. Even in sleep, he held me so tight it was as if he feared I’d just float away if he let go. But I wouldn’t. He knew best that I was the poster child for the love language of physical touch. I couldn’t get enough of it. If I could spend every moment of my life physically attached in some way to a loved one, be it Adrian or Sir, I would.

Sir was ours, just as much as we were his. He had been ever since that fateful day three years ago when Adrian matched with him on a dating app in our hometown. I remember the moment clearly: Adrian had handed me his phone, asked what I thought. On the screen was the most handsome specimen of a man I had ever seen. He was nearly ten years older than we were, sure, but he was clean-cut with kind eyes and his bio indicated he was an experienced and caring Dom. It was exactly what Adrian had been looking for, exactly what he craved, in fact: someone to provide structure, rules, and complete control, not only sexually but in life. Submission was Adrian’s strength; he was always so riddled with anxious thoughts that surrendering control was the only way he could truly get out of his own head and just feel.

Of course, I was not free from some hesitation as I saw Adrian off on his first date with Sir. He was a stranger from an app, after all, and I couldn’t bear the thought of Adrian falling into any type of danger. Beyond that, I have to admit there was a certain degree of jealousy on my part. Adrian and I were not romantically or sexually involved, aside from a couple embarrassing instances of masturbating together as teenagers. Despite that, he was my very best, life-long friend. I feared that the date might go too well, and that Adrian would be swept away into the arms of his dream Dom, never to be heard from again. Still, I knew he needed this, more than anything. So, I supported his choice to go on the date, ordering him to text me to pick him up the second something seemed off, or else I’d personally kick his ass. I didn’t mean the last part, of course, but he got the message.

Thirty minutes into Adrian’s date my phone pinged with a text from him, asking me to meet him at the restaurant. I had never been as terrified in my life as I was during that impossibly long drive, speeding the whole way there as my mind raced with the worst scenarios imaginable. I barged into that restaurant like a madman, banging against tables in a wild search for my best friend, but that didn’t matter. I quickly realized Sir had rented out the entire place. That’s when I saw him, seated next to my Adrian, who was perfectly unharmed. Sir was immaculate. It was almost inhuman, how attractive he was, how effortlessly he commanded the space around him. With a mildly amused grin, Sir had addressed me by name. “Avett,” he had said. “Calm down.”

His assertive tone washed over me like a gentle breeze, instantly relaxing my entire body. No longer in terror, but certainly confused, I turned to Adrian. “What happened?”

“Adrian’s fine,” Sir said, giving his knee a small squeeze with a reassuring nod that elicited the first of innumerable blushes that would warm Adrian’s shy face over the years. He was gazing at Sir with a serene, dreamy expression, more at ease than I had ever seen my skittish friend. Turning back to me, Sir explained, “I requested that Adrian invite you here, Avett. Seeing as you were all he could talk about, I thought it best that I meet you myself.” It was my turn to blush.

From that moment forward, the three of us were inseparable. Adrian and I continued our studies and Sir had a high-ranking position in his company that kept him busy most days, but we never stopped longing for the moment that we could return home to one another and feel whole once again. Adrian and I moved out of our small apartment and into Sir’s penthouse, where we had the luxury of spending the nights all tangled in Sir’s massive bed and the mornings rinsing the pleasures of the previous evening off of each other between the fogged walls of his shower. Sir taught us new feelings we had never imagined, bringing Adrian and I closer than ever before as we both fell hopelessly in love with him. Adrian, of course, was quick to submit to Sir, practically in ecstasy every time Sir gave him the simplest of orders to obey. Not as naturally submissive myself, I pushed back every once in a while, reveling in the thrill of the mischief and the slight twitch in Sir’s brow any time I disobeyed. Still, he knew my weakness; all he had to do was use that glorious firm tone with me and my knees would go weak. I was putty in his hands. Sir cared for us, physically and emotionally as well as sexually, and we found ourselves learning more about ourselves and each other as we figuratively (and literally) exposed ourselves at Sir’s command. Never in a million years had I imagined that through Adrian’s search for a Dom I would find one as well: that Adrian and I would find each other. But I was unimaginably happy.