Kyle
When I got home, I found that nothing had changed since I left. The pill I'd given Preston still had him comfortably asleep. I sat down at my computer and began to write a new chapter. I titled it, "The Attack."
After about forty minutes of writing, I heard a commotion coming from the bedroom. A second later Preston stuck his head through the door. "Sir, I should get home."
Not knowing how to begin, I said, "Before you even think about going home I want to talk to you. Come over here." He came into the room and I pointed over to the couch. "Sit."
"If this is about those guys…"
"No," I interrupted. "This is more important than those poor excuses for men, but I have become very concerned about your safety." I left my desk and joined him on the couch. I was so used to being a seriously dominant person around him, it was awkward for me to be tender, but the feelings were right and I just needed to find the words. "In the short time you and I have known each other, I've become involved enough to consider you my boy. I need you to be where I can protect you. I need you to live here. I would say more, but logically I realize that you and I know very little about one another, except for what we do for an hour every day. We need that to change. So, what do you think?"
Preston broke out in a big smile and said, "You really like me, don't you?"
Turning my head away, looking for the right words to explain myself, I came up with nothing. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do."
Throwing his arms around me, he held me tight. "I'm pretty sure I like you, too."
"As busy as I am, you'll have all the time you need to attend to your studies. I will not bother you until such time as we agree will be suitable, so I can get my work done and you can attend to yours. How does that sound?"
"Terrible. I'm your boy… I'll never be happy with that. You are to take me whenever you want me. If I think you needed me and waited because I was studying, it would upset me. If I knew that you wanted me now I'd never be able to concentrate on my studies knowing I could be with you instead. There'll be plenty of time for both."
Hearing his objection was all I needed. Planting my lips to his once again, I thought I'd never been happier. Listening to that beaten but beautiful man describe his dedication to me was overwhelming. Looking down into his eyes, trying not to cry, I whispered, "What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?
"You ordered me to kneel, and I knew I was yours before I hit the floor. Then you told me I was your boy and while it might have been news to you, I already knew that. I'm yours to do with as you please. You give me strength. I feel safe when I'm with you. So, since I'm going to live here, you have to promise me that I'm yours and you'll take me whenever you please."
"I promise."
"Promise what?"
"You are mine and I am yours, and I will do with you as I please." It took a moment, but I started to feel like I was the sub and he was the Dom. It was time to turn this around.
"Excellent," he said. "When do we move?"
"Well, let's talk about that. Are you on a lease?"
"Nope, month to month. That's been my apartment for more than a year."
"Well what does the rental agreement say about moving out? Do you need to give a notice?"
"Officially yes, but those places fill as fast as they're vacated. I'm paid ahead three more weeks for this month, so let's go tell the office and move."
"Are you sure you're up to it? We can wait if you need to rest."
"Well, no heavy lifting. These ribs aren't going to like that, but I don't have much that weighs anything.
Before we get started, I need to call Dexter and Jake. They need to know about those guys and what they did to me."
In the next half hour, Preston called both of them about the danger. They wanted to rush over, but he told them about the impending move. "You know," Dexter said. "For a guy who just had the crap beat out of him you sound awfully happy."
"Now that you mention it, I guess I am."
I didn't try to listen to the conversations but enjoyed watching his face shine with happiness as he announced our moving plans.
*~*~*
Within a few hours we'd contacted the manager and packed the car with the remainder of his things. The ice chest was filled with the contents of his freezer, and we returned home. After I carried in the boxes, we found places for everything. In the process, I showed Preston where everything was. I had a big closet and Preston didn't have a ton of clothes. By the time we unloaded the closet, taking items that didn't need to be stored there into the garage, there was plenty of room.
"Didn't we have a standing appointment for right about now," Preston said rubbing up against me as we exited the closet.
"I'm all sweaty; let me take a shower."
"No," he said pulling my belt buckle loose. "Right now. Our appointment is for now."
*~*~*
In the next a couple of weeks, we got to know a lot about each other. I got the rundown on Preston's childhood and his best buddies Jake and Dexter. We planned to invite both of them and their boyfriends to dinner on an upcoming Friday.
I wasn't, however, used to having people to my house for a meal.
"It's not that I wouldn't like people visiting," I told Preston. "It's just that, as a boy, my mom bought a lot of things that were ready to heat. We had meatloaf, casseroles and pot pies, and pretty much every possible TV dinner you can imagine. Everything was already prepared. As a result, I never learned to cook very well. What I'm trying to say is the bulk of the work would be on you. I can help set the table, but you do not want me in the kitchen."
Once we'd finalized who would be cooking I told Preston about the self-defense class. I asked him if he was interested in going with me next time even though I was prepared to make it an order. "I'll give it a try," he said. "I have to learn something like that. I don't want people to be able to beat me ever again."
"Those guys shouldn't bother you again. I made sure of that."
"What did you do?"
"For now, let's just say I took care of the problem. I'll tell you the specifics later."
"Can you show me some of your moves?"
"Not yet. Since you're coming with me to my next class, you can start at the beginning. The new trainees work on a mat in an alcove off the main area. You'll be able to practice your own moves while watching us at the same time. There's a new class starting this week. The trainer is a good friend, and I'll get you in this Thursday, so you can start the day after tomorrow. Classes last about an hour and they start at six." I could see by the look on Preston's face that he appreciated my taking charge even though it was apparent that he harbored a little fear at the same time.
"Just don't expect too much," he said. "I've never even been in a fight."
"Just do what you can. No pressure. I think you'll find that learning these moves when you aren't under attack or the subject of anyone's verbal abuse, it changes the whole ballgame. Before you know it, you'll have plenty of confidence. The next time you're in danger you'll be able to take care of yourself."