Mercy (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Ten- Claude

Chapter Ten-

Beau

I’m not going to the club today. I’ve been trying to get my work done at the coffee shop near my house. I love coffee. I work here part time, but it’s one of my days off. I still like to drink coffee while I do schoolwork though.

I type the last few sentences of my notes as someone walks towards my table. “Is this seat taken?”

My eyes snap up to meet his, and I can’t help the way they widen. “Mast-… uh… Sir. What are you doing here?”

He laughs softly, and pulls out the chair across from me before taking a seat and smiling at me. “Just Claude is fine. I was feeling up for a coffee and happened to notice you. You look quite adorable when you’re focused.”

“Thank you, Sir. Uh, Claude I mean.” I answer, closing my laptop before sliding it into my backpack.

“Oh, I’m very sorry to interrupt. I was just wondering how you are.”

“That’s very sweet. And you’re not interrupting anything. I was just finishing up anyhow.” I tell him, before taking note of the book in his hand.

“You like reading, Claude?” I ask. He’s holding a copy of Call me by your name. I can tell by the cover that it’s from the first printing of it.

“I do. You?”

“That’s my favorite book. I’m a hopeless romantic.” I admit. It’s odd seeing him here. Partially because we’re both fully clothed, and I’m used to seeing his bare chest. Partially because I’m not sure how to act or what to say. I settle for being myself and saying what comes to mind.

“Really? It’s very well written. I prefer the sequel.”

I scoff and roll my eyes, seeing him narrow his playfully. “The sequel? I personally don’t think it needed a sequel. The original had a great end.”

“I thought you were a romantic? Didn’t you want the happy end as much as everyone else?”

I think for a moment before shaking my head. “I like romance. I like the epic love story that was taboo and seemed like a dream, but I like realism too. Good things don’t always last. It’s important to know that it’s okay if they don’t. In the end, all you have of anyone is the memories they gave you.”

He smiles and leans forward a bit to rest his elbow on the table. “I suppose. Though if I wanted realism, I’d just pursue a relationship and get my heart broken like normal folks.”

“Not everyone will break your heart, Claude. You can’t find the one who will fix it if you don’t look.” I point out, picking up my coffee mug to take a sip.

“Would you?”

“I’d try not to.”

He just stares at me for a moment with a slight smile on his perfect lips. He glances down at my mug before changing the subject. “What coffee do you drink?”

“A shot in the dark. It’s just black coffee with a shot of espresso.” I inform him, making him lean in even more.

“That’s the same thing I get. You didn’t strike me as the type to like bitter coffee.”

I smile slightly and stare down into my mug. “I love all coffee really. I work here on weekdays, so knowing how much care goes into making everything by scratch just makes it taste even better.”

“Really? It’s a wonder we haven’t run into each other until now. I come in every Saturday.” He looks down at my cup before raising a brow. “Do you mind if I have some, Beau?”

“Not at all. Here, Sir. Oh, uh Claude.” I correct myself as I hand him my mug.

He accepts it and takes a sip before humming softly and putting it in front of me again. “Delicious. You look beautiful, Beau.”

“Thank you. You look very handsome as well.” I admit. It’s the truth. His brown eyes always seem so intense, and his hair falls to the side slightly as he stares at me. I’m so used to seeing him half naked, but he cleans up well.

“Would you like to go to the bookstore with me? I’d love to get to know you better.”

“Okay. I’d like that too.”

***

We ended up going to a used bookstore and pointing out book recommendations for each other. It’s quite close to the cafe that I work at and looks so cool. I’m surprised I’d never seen it before.

Claude and I talked and walked around the city for hours. We have so much in common that I never would’ve thought of. I didn’t think that a dom would like so much of the same things I do. We drink the same coffee, love the same books, watch the same shows. Elliot and I get along well, but Claude feels like a kindred spirit. Like we’ve known each other for centuries and were practically the same person.

“No way! Why would I watch a movie with a sad ending?” I laugh softly, making him nudge me and roll his eyes as we walk to his car.

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, making me grin. “Says the boy who recommended a book called They Both Die at the End.”

“It’s a great book.” I defend.

“It’s a sad book.” He answers.

I nod in agreement and stop when we get to his car. I walked here, so I was planning to walk home. I haven’t mentioned it though because I know how Teagan reacted when I told him that I walk everywhere by myself. I know I’m small and It’s always dangerous to be by myself, but I’ve been doing it since I moved here. I’ll be fine.

“So this is goodbye then.” I tell him, looking down at the ground nervously.

He reaches out and cups my cheek in his hand, lifting my head up to look into my blue eyes with his smoldering brown ones. He leans in slowly before stopping, his lips an inch away from mine. “I shouldn’t.”

“Teagan doesn’t mind. He understands that since we aren’t dating, and I’m not his sub that he has no claims to me like he does with Sawyer and Elliot. Outside of the club, I’m free to make my own decisions… so you should if you want to.”

He doesn’t waste a second, pulling me close to connect our lips in a heated kiss. I let my eyes flutter shut as his mouth takes control of my own. My heartbeat gets faster with every second his lips are on mine and gets even quicker when I allow his tongue to slip in.

I reach my arms up to wrap around his neck, kissing him deeper. I know that I’m a sub, but this whole day has been perfect. Not because he took control, but because he didn’t. I enjoy submitting, but I think I want both. A boyfriend and a dom. Someone who can take control or be an equal. Someone like Claude.

He pulls away slowly and smiles at me. “I may have taken that too far.”

“Not at all. I really… I enjoyed it.” I admit. I’m sure my face is getting brighter as well.

“Would you like to come to my house? I’ll cook dinner.” He offers.

I bite my lip and nod in agreement. I blush brighter when I start to think of what could happen. I want to have s*x before I become an official sub. I want to have vanilla s*x before I fully dive into b**m. Everyone I’ve talked to has recommended losing my virginity before getting my first dom.

I wonder if Claude would be okay with having vanilla s*x.

How do I even ask for that? ‘Hey Claude will you f**k me gently so I’m not a virgin anymore?’ I could never say anything like that.

“Beau? You seem very lost in your head. What’s up?”

“Can I tell you something personal? I don’t want you to think any differently of me though.” I ask. I tried to hide it a bit. I didn’t want anyone to know that I’m a virgin because I don’t want them to avoid me because of it. I feel like I need to be honest though. After all we’ve learned about each other today, he should know if he’s interested in me that way.

“Of course.” He answers immediately, still driving towards his house.

I glance over at him before tilting my head a bit. “I know it’s random, but you told me that you’re interested in me becoming your submissive, and I thought you should know. I uh… I’m still a virgin, Sir.”

“Really? I thought Teagan-”

“He and I agreed that I shouldn’t lose my virginity at the club. Everyone kinda suggested that I have a gentle romantic first time so that I’m fully prepared when I become a real submissive. Teagan has played with me before and touched me, of course. Sawyer and Elliot too, but never sex.” I tell him, looking down at my lap when I get to the last part. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything about what Teagan and I do together.

He parks the car in front of a fairly large house. It feels more like a ranch really. It’s far from the city and there’s no homes close to this one either. The house itself isn’t like a mansion, but there’s plenty of land and I’m sure it’s all his.

“Don’t look so embarrassed. Just as Teagan has no claim to you, I don’t either. You’re free to do what you want with your body, and I’d never judge you for it. I agree though. You deserve to have a man treat you like something precious and I’m sad to say that most dominants at the club aren’t willing to have gentle, loving, vanilla sex.”

Before I can stop myself, my mouth asks, “Are you?” I blush brightly and shake my head before he can answer. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

“Is that what you want?” He asks, turning towards me.

I look at him for a moment. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say. If I say ‘yes’ then I’m desperate and if I say ‘no’ then I’m uninterested. Maybe I should follow his lead and admit what I want. He was open and honest with me. He deserves that in return.

“Yeah. I really want that.” I confess, interlocking my hands in my lap before twiddling my fingers. I don’t think he’ll turn me down, but I’d be mortified if he does.

“In that case, I’d be honored to be your first time. After I treat you to a nice dinner, of course.” He responds, easing my nerves instantly.

He gets out of the car and walks around to open my door for me as I unbuckle my seatbelt. He extends his hand, and I take it and step out of the car, following him inside.

It’s so cozy. The floors are dark hardwood with the walls only a few shades lighter. As we walk in further, we reach the open area of the kitchen which can see straight into the living room. His furniture is all cream colored as well as the cabinets and countertops in the kitchen. He takes me into the living room, making my eyes widen.

There’s no TV. There’s only a gigantic bookshelf filled with all of his favorites that we talked about. I grin and walk up to look at a few of the he has some of them faced with the cover out and I quickly realize that those are the most rare ones he has.

“Oh my god! That book is like millions of dollars. How do you have this?” I ask, walking up to stare at the copy of Shakespeare’s first Folio. I don’t even attempt to touch it. It looks like it’s in great condition, but I don’t want to get fingerprints or anything on it. Last time I checked it’s worth 7 million dollars.

“Well, I bought it. I don’t splurge on a lot of things. I don’t need a giant house or a flashy car, but I love books.” He tells me, pressing himself against my back while wrapping his arms around my waist. “If you ever want to read any of them, feel free.”

“Thanks, Claude.” I answer.

I sit in the livingroom and watch him walk around in the kitchen, cooking up something that smells delicious. He looks so at home there.

When he finishes, we eat in the dining room. It tastes amazing and we talk more about ourselves. We’ve spent the entire day just talking and getting to know each other. I really like Claude. I don’t think we’ll ever run out of things to talk about.