Challenge (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty Seven- The Morning After

Chapter Twenty Seven-

Dax

I wake up and look to the side of me to see Noel still fast asleep. There's no vomit in the trashcan next to him which is a relief, but I still need to punish him for yesterday and get this place cleaned up.

I stand up and put on a pair of sweatpants before walking to the window to throw open the curtains, making Noel groan.

"Go f**k yourself, asshole." He whines, rolling over on the bed without bothering to open his eyes.

"Oh, so I'm an asshole?"

His eyes snap open as he turns to me. "D-Dax. Uh... no of course not. What are you doing here?"

"I live here."

"I thought you weren't coming back until tonight." His face starts to pale as he looks around the room as if he's trying to find something wrong with it. "So, uh... how was your trip?"

"Great until I came home to you doing a keg stand."

"Right." He lets out a nervous laugh. "Am I going to be punished?"

"Absolutely. Not yet though. We're going to eat a big breakfast and clean up. Once you're feeling okay then we'll talk about a punishment."

"Okay. I really didn't mean for things to get that wild, but Mickey has a way of convincing me to do dumb things." Noel tells me while opening the door and walking down the steps. We're both only wearing pants, but I don't mind him being shirtless.

As we walk down the steps, I notice that the caution tape is missing. I also hear loud moans that sound like a woman's, which is odd because I'm positive that I went to sleep with only men in my house.

When we get to the bottom of the steps, I look around to see that every single piece of trash is gone. The carpets and couches are spotless. All of the glitter, condoms, and streamers are nowhere to be seen. It's as if that party never happened at all.

"Morning lovebirds. I called Quinn who called Sam who called Xavier who knows a guy that's brothers with the dude that works at that house cleaning place, and I just used some money from last night and had them come over to get everything tidied up for you." Mickey says from the couch.

I almost thank him but before I do, I notice the p**n playing on my flatscreen.

"What the hell are you watching?"

"Oh and I bought some pay per view on your credit card."

"If you're going to watch p**n, can you at least pick something that everyone can enjoy." I mumble, averting my eyes from the curvy woman riding on the man.

"What do you mean? They're both super hot. Right, Noe?"

"Only my siblings can call me Noe. Besides, Dax is full gay. It is hard to imagine being gay though. How can you look at t**s and not want to grab them?"

"Right? Look. They're the perfect shape too."

Noel stares at the Tv for a moment, his sweatpants failing at hiding his growing erection.

"You two put on something that's actually entertaining while I cook."

"Oh! What are you making?" Mickey asks.

"Eggs, waffles, and bacon."

"Any turkey bacon?"

"No. Turkey bacon is disgusting. Real bacon is better."

"Right, well I'm Jewish so I wouldn't know."

"What does being Jewish have to do with turkey bacon?"

"Jewish people usually only eat Kosher foods. Pig isn't kosher so I can't have bacon. It's fine though. I'll just do waffles and eggs."

I tilt my head a bit as I start to cook. "You don't seem Jewish. Why don't you wear the little hat thing?"

"That's just for Orthodox Jews."

"What, so you're an unorthodox Jew?"

"Ha ha. You're so funny." Mickey says sarcastically before answering with a serious response. "I'm a Messianic Jew. My family is at least. I just kinda follow the eating habits because it's what I grew up with. Realistically, I'm probably not very welcome in any religion since I take d**k up the ass and party all year long."

"My parents are very Christian, so I get that. The whole judgemental thing they have. And they always say that they're mistreating you because they 'love' you. It's so dumb."

"There's no hate quite like religious love, huh?"

"Exactly."

Once I make the food, I take their plates to the living room, seeing that they switched the p**n over to some kids cartoon about toddlers dressed up in pajamas. It still baffles me how easily they can do a 180.

I go back to the kitchen to get my plate along with the syrup. We all start to eat and watch the show.

I listen to Noel and Mickey talk about things. It's nice to see him in his own element. It's just hard to imagine that this is how Noel was before I came into his life.

"I'm way smarter than you. At least I didn't fail history." Noel argues with Mickey.

"At least I didn't get suspended for almost a month."

"At least I didn't get busted for smoking pot in the bathroom."

"At least I didn't kick a teacher's ass."

"At least I didn't get music banned for a year."

"At least I didn't suck my science teacher's d**k for an A."

"Allegedly!" Noel responds defensively. He pouts and crosses his arms over his chest. "There was no proof."

"Except that you got an A in a class you had been failing all year and Mr.Davis called you 'darling' every time you talked to him."

"That's not the point. The point is I'm way smarter than you are."

"Name 3 countries in Europe."

"Easy! England, France, and uh... Turkey?"

"Turkey is in Asia, dipshit. Name the seven seas."

"Dead sea, Red Sea... Tennessee, Hennessy-"

"A for effort, but no." Mickey laughs.

I try not to, but I laugh a little bit as well, thinking of questions to test them with.

"How many electrons are in an atom of helium?"

"Do I look like Bill Nye to you?" Mickey asks.

Noel nudges him as if to tell him to behave, but it makes me laugh more because I'm sure he's said something like that to me before as well.

"Okay fine. How many ounces are in a pound-"

"Sixteen." Noel and Mickey answer at the same time.

"Oh, wow. I didn't think you'd know that."

"Really? You're talking to a couple of drug dealers, dude."

I raise a brow and turn to Noel who holds his hands up in defense. "I only sold like twice when I was a sophomore."

"You better not forget the no drugs rule."

"Woah, dude, there's a no drugs rule? What about all the molly you took last night?"

I furrow my brows and tilt my head while looking at Noel who actually seems a bit scared.

"Shut the f**k up, Mickey. We didn't do any drugs and you f*****g know it."

"Yeah I'm just f*****g with you. I wanna watch big man kick your ass." Mickey laughs, eating the last of his food before laying on his back on the floor.

"If you had a dom, he'd probably kill you."

"I don't want a dom. I moved out on my own and got a job and an apartment for a reason. The last thing I want to do is sign up for a cocky, rich, douchebag to tell me what I can and can't do. I'm Mickey the Milkman and I can do whatever I want."

"Even if you aren't in it long term, you should at least try a few kinks to see if you're interested."

"I'm not. Look I'm sure the s*x is amazing, but I just can't do that kind of thing. Getting tied up and giving someone so much power over me isn't something I'm interested in."

He shrugs and shakes his head with a little sigh. "Besides, I know you say that subs have all of the power because a dom can't do anything without consent, but the truth is that they can. Once you're handcuffed or tied up, the other person can do whatever they want to you with or without your consent and I'm not risking it. What's stopping them from ignoring the safeword and just r****g you?"

I go to explain, but Noel starts before me. "A real dom would never mistreat their submissive. That's why you'd have to pick someone that you trust. The doms at Dax's clubs all respect the subs greatly and wouldn't even imagine forcing them to do anything. They go through extensive processes before they're even allowed to lay a finger on a sub and Dax makes sure that the submissive's are all safe and cared for. I get why you're scared, especially in your case-"

"Don't f*****g talk about that, Noel. It's none of your business." He snaps at Noel.

He has this serious look on his face that gives me the same feeling that I get when Andrew gets serious. If the goofiest person I know is serious then I know it's a touchy subject.

"The point is that there's ways to do it safely. There's ways to do it without actually giving up total control. You can do it without being restrained if that's something that makes you uncomfortable. That's the whole point of hard and soft limits."

"And if I wanted to try it then what? It's not like I even know any doms, and from what you and Elliot are like, I'm sure that I'm too much for a dom to handle."

"Dax could find a dom for you. You wouldn't have to be a full sub. He could just let you do a scene with one and he could even be there to make sure everything goes smoothly."

"You want to watch some random guy rail me?" Mickey asks me, making me shrug.

"I ensure the safety of everyone who decides to play at my club and that includes you if you're interested in testing the waters. Normally I'd play with any subs that aren't sure if this is for them, but Noel and I are exclusive. I only know two people who would be able to handle you and that's because they're a duo."

"A duo? Like two doms?"

"Yes and they play with subs together."

"Are they hot?"

"Very." Noel answers, getting an eye roll from me. I'll admit that Jasper and August are incredibly attractive, but nowhere near as hot as I am. To Noel at least.

"I'll think about it. I'm not comfortable doing that the day we meet though. Do you think they could take me out to do something so I can get a feel for their vibe?"

"I will never understand Gen Z."

"And we'll never understand Millennials." Mickey answers.

"I can talk to them about taking you on a date. They're in an intimate relationship with each other and only play with subs for s*x, so if you're only interested in the s*x part of b**m they'll be perfect for you."

"Great. Noel has my number, so tell them to hit me up when they want to court me. Then they can f**k me all they want. It would be cool for you to like supervise though. Noel can watch too. Wouldn't be the first time he's seen me have sex." Mickey tells me while standing up and grabbing his things.

"Good to know. I'll message them later. If you ever want to really get into the lifestyle aspect, just let me know and I'll train you."

"I'm not a dog, buddy. You can teach me how to get tied up and railed into another dimension, but you can't train me to behave. I don't work that way."

"For now." I respond, laughing softly when he rolls his eyes and leaves.

Once he's gone, I look at Noel. "I want us to spend the rest of the day together. I won't punish you until tonight. I want us to have a good day."

"Yes, Master. I'm really sorry. I won't do it again." Noel assures me, scooting closer to lay on me with a little smile.

I pet his hair and kiss his forehead before turning to continue watching TV with him.