His Submissive

Dreams and Reality

Jesus rolled over and smiled up Sven shyly as he gently stroked his hair. "Do you have any important school stuff today?" Jesus shook his head, "No," Sven grinned, "Then how about me and you do something?" Jesus didn't want to get his hopes up. But he still eagerly asked, "Like?" Sven chuckled, "Well I give you a quick morning blow job, you return the favor, we do some freaky things in the shower, and then how about we go out and play it by ear?" 

Jesus jeered from his daydream. Looking at the advice column, Jesus knew then that he had answered the question without even trying. 

Is it wrong I still think of my ex even though I'm happy with who I'm with? 

Yes it is. And he was going to burn for what he was doing. 

Jesus exhaled as he wrote a thoughtful response of making peace with the past, looking to the future, and a bunch of other self help bullshit. 

But in honesty he felt like a gigantic hypocrite.

Since seeing Sven again, all he could think of is him. Their s*x had been mind-blowing, but there were other things that had surpassed it. Like when Sven would take him out on little outings, cuddled him after particularly savage playtime. 

Jesus exhaled rubbing his eyes tiredly, he needed a vacation. He needed peace of mind and to get his s**t together before he blew a fuse. 

But of course the biggest challenge to his sanity came waltzing in, "Oh God why must you torture me," he cursed as he threw his hands up. Sven laughed, "Well I knew I looked good, but enough to make you call on God is an accomplishment." 

Jesus frowned at Sven even though he fought a smile, "Why are you here? Don't you have someone else to bother? A company to run in America or something?" Sven shrugged, "I couldn't keep going like how I was without you. I needed you back in my life, so I came here." 

Icy blue eyes sparkled with this mischievous glint, as he stood in a dark grey suit. Jesus sighed, "So what can I help you Mr. Felix?" Sven looked at Jesus amused as he closed the door, "Bend over your desk." Jesus scoffed, "Go and tell Anabel that." 

Sven frowned at that, "I wasn't sleeping with her Jesus, I was training her." Jesus' skin crawled, "The same thing, but different words for you. To me you were with her, and I wasn't down for you f*****g randoms while I idiotically..."

Shaking his head as his hands shook Jesus scowled at his computer screen, "Look I can't do this right now. I'm trying to work." 

Sven stalked closer to the desk and leaned across so Jesus was forced to look in his eyes, "I never had any form of s*x with her or anyone else while I was with you." Jesus tried to deny it, but the truth of Sven's words burned him in the brain. 

Looking away, Jesus mumbled, "Doesn't matter, you should go." 

Sven huffed, "I'm not going anywhere. Not without you." Jesus scoffed, "Oh so now you want me?" Sven gripped Jesus jaw, "I'm trying here pet," He gritted out his eyes flashing with something dangerous, "But you have another time to give me lip and I'll f**k you hard on this desk until the mere memory of it has you cumming." 

Jesus shuddered, his mind kept telling him to stop. But God did he want Sven, he wanted him bad. And he didn't know how to stop himself. "Sven...please."

Stop? Don't stop?

Sven grinned, "I love it when you beg me pet, I also love it when you're riding my d**k. f**k I've missed you."

Jesus swallowed hard as Sven came around his desk and whispered, "You look damn good today too." Fingering Jesus' longer brown curls Sven admitted, "I like this." Jesus tried to remember his resolve and why he couldn't go here and do this with Sven. But the way his ex's eyes lit up made him go stupid in the brain. 

"Thanks. You do look good." Sven grinned, "Thank you." Smiling both were for a second, on decent footing. Until Sven asked, "So tell me pet, any good clubs here?" Jesus flushed as he was called the endearing sub name he had once relished in. 

"Ummm, please don't call me that. Try XOXO or- w-what are you doing?" Sven hummed as his large hand went down Jesus' chest, "I've missed you." Jesus was on the edge of his seat as Sven purred, "I don't mean clubs to go dancing. I meant clubs for dominates and submissives. Play Houses." 

Jesus shook his head, "I wouldn't know. I don't do that anymore." 

Sven smirked, "But you want to." Jesus stood and Sven looked down at Jesus bulging erection, "That much is clear. You can't deny it." 

Jesus quickly sat down and tried to will his hard c**k to go down, "Look Sven, I don't know why you're here-." Sven made a noise of exhaustion, "You know I hate repeating myself pet!" Before Jesus could reprimand Sven for calling him pet again, Sven's plump lips were on his. Sven groaned tasting the sweet taste of Jesus again after so long. 

Jesus easily could feel himself wanting to get lost in Sven, but he forced himself to push him away. "NO! I won't hurt Jamie." Jesus seriously whispered as Sven sighed, "Fine then get rid of him." Jesus scoffed in disbelief, "Of course you'd think that'd be as easy as throwing out a pair of shoes you can no longer wear right?" 

Sven was shocked hearing the heat in Jesus' tone, "I like Jamie and he's a good guy," Sven shrugged, "But he'd make as good a submissive as you." Jesus stiffened, "Face it pet," Sven growled standing so Jesus was forced to look up at him, "You can deny it all you want, but that little boy isn't anything you really want." 

Leaning down Sven purred, "I know what you're missing, and once I find my riding crop, I'm going to punish this ass from running from me." Jesus' eyes widened as Sven righted himself just as Jamie walked in. "Hey babe I'm going to get lunch with Henry and Amy, you coming?" Jesus blanched. 

He hated Henry and Amy, but if it got him away from Sven then hell yeah. "Yeah I'm starving, let's go." 

Jamie looked at Sven confused as Jesus grabbed his bag before looking at him, "Thanks for the feedback Mr. Felix, have a nice day." Grabbing his boyfriend's hand, Jesus rushed them out of the building. It was later at Pauly's Jamie asked, "Who was that guy in your office?" 

Jesus knew this was the perfect time to tell Jamie about his past with Sven. About their past, what Jesus was into, and watch his boyfriend run away screaming. But Jesus couldn't do it, the moment he opened his mouth, Henry and Amy came to join them. 

Amy was a five foot five coke bottle shape brunette with horrendous bangs and pale skin. She kissed both Jamie's cheeks before looking at Jesus in disdain. She basically dismissed him as she sat back down and looked him over like he was an unwanted extra. 

And Henry was no better, the butterscotch blonde flopped in his seat pouting as he looked at Jamie before side-eyeing Jesus. 

"I thought it was just us." Jesus frowned and immediately started to tell the prick off but Jamie grabbed his hand, "Is it a problem my boyfriend wanted to join us?" Henry and Amy both said no. But they continued to ignore Jesus like he wasn't there. 

Jesus kept his jaw clenched which didn't help his headache, but he didn't want to upset his boyfriend. But it eventually got to the point where Amy and Henry wouldn't even pretending and instead sharpened their claws. 

"So what was the excuse this time?" Amy sassed as she looked at Jesus smugly. Jesus c****d an eyebrow, "Excuse me?" Henry snorted as he held up his third mimosa, "What Ams is trying to see is, if you agreed to finally meet Jamie's parents." 

Jesus sat back in his chair, "I don't see why that's any of either of your business." Amy scoffed, "Because you don't get that we're Jamie's real friends who want what's best for him." Jesus rolled his eyes, "Or you two are just sexless, bored, judgemental, asswipes with no lives of your own so you live through him instead." 

Amy instantly turned red as Henry squawked in protest, "We're not living through him! We're trying to protect him," Slapping Jamie's hands-off him when Jamie tried to tell him to calm down, Henry sneered, "From an American slack who obviously is only using him!" 

Jesus stood shaking, "You don't know s**t about me. The only thing you two do is sit and look down your noses at me and that probably why the only friend you two have is each other and the guy you two bullied into a friendship." 

Throwing his napkin down, Jesus stalked off as Jamie came running after him, "Baby just ignore them!" Jesus looked at Jamie pissed, "Why do they think they can talk to me like that? We're together Jamie but I don't bite my tongue for anyone. You know that." 

Jamie nodded, "I do, and I'm sorry. But you know how Amy gets when she's right and Henry when he's a little tipsy." Jesus rolled his eyes groaning, "Those aren't assets or cute quirks, that's a sign of desperation for validation." 

Jamie frowned, "Really Jesus?" Jesus scoffed as he stalked to the car, "Look I get you've numbed yourself to your friends wanting to control every episode of your life, but it's a touch pathetic their biggest joy is micromanaging you." 

Jesus looked at his boyfriend carefully, "Doesn't it bother you that the only problems they complain about is in YOUR life?" Jamie looked down awkwardly, "Come on Jesus." Jesus held up three fingers, "Your apartment is too small, I'm a hoe from America, and your job doesn't pay enough." 

Jesus dropped all three fingers, "They constantly belittle everything in your life and you're too nice to tell them to shut the f**k up." 

Jamie finally snapped, "Well maybe if you'd just meet my parents they'd shut the f**k up!" Jesus jerked back and then nodded slowly as he turned to stalk off again. Jamie cursed running behind him, "f**k luv, I didn't mean that!" 

Jesus snatched from Jamie when he tried to grab him, "No, look I told you already I haven't...I don't feel comfortable. I know this is your first relationship with a guy for this long and I'm sorry you haven't been able to show me off to them. But I will NOT be pressured into it, not by anyone." 

Jesus flagged a taxi and ignored Jamie trying to talk to him. Jesus groaned as he gave the address to his job, his headache beating up his brain something fierce. Going into the office, Jesus grabbed a water and took a Tylenol. 

Starting on more advice columns while hyping up the run, Jesus was able to calm his headache by focusing on other people's drama instead of his own. 

But of course drama lived and breathed in his life currently and didn't seem to be dying. Sven came into his office and smirked watching him work. "You know in some people's mind this is called stalking, and it's a creepy look on you."

Sven chuckled, "It's also called admiring," Looking Jesus over in his black jeans, vans, and red, white, and black shirt Sven complimented, "Did I tell you had good you look, Jesus?" Jesus looked at Sven alarmed as Sven admitted, "Because you look damn good."

Jesus felt hot in the face as he pushed his hair back. "Yes, and I thought you didn't like repeating yourself? You just did."  Sven grinned watching Jesus push his hair back. He liked his brown curly hair had gotten longer. It fell to his shoulders now messily and his fingers itched to plunge into it. To pull it as he f****d his little pet hard from behind. 

"I can't help when something so appetizing right in my gaze." Getting hard Sven admitted, "I've missed you Jesus." Jesus looked at the bulge in Sven's pants and in his inner w***e immediately wanted to be on his knees for it. "Sven...I have a boyfriend." Sven frowned before carelessly rolling his eyes, "Yes, I know I saw when you ran off with him earlier." 

Walking closer Sven asked casually, "Did you tell him about me?" Jesus swallowed hard, "Tell him what?" Sven shrugged, "About our relationship?" Jesus sighed and finally stopped writing to look at a mischievous Sven, "We didn't have a relationship," Jesus harshly reminded him, "We were in a dom/sub dynamic, something not a lot of people would get. And I'm having enough problems with Sven's friends and trying to build up the nerve to meet his parents. I just-I," 

Groaning Jesus shook his head and stood, "Sven, I'm so highly honored you finally decided to get off your ass and come here to see me after six months of probably f*****g every submissive that fell in your lap. But I'm no one's plan b, you had the chance to be with me. You didn't take the chance and now it's too late."

Sven hummed looking at Jesus as if he could see through him, "Is it though?" Jesus' lips parted wanting to say yes. But his mind came to screeching halt. It is...isn't it? 

Suddenly Jamie came in and stopped seeing Jesus and Sven in a tense atmosphere, "Ugh...should I come back?" He looked at his boyfriend confused but Jesus shook his head, "Mr. Felix, would you excuse us?" Sven clenched his jaw but luckily didn't make a scene. 

Instead he walked to the door before looking back at Jesus, "Oh, and just so you know Mr. Rivera," Jesus met Sven's eyes nervous, "There weren't any substitutes. Just the original." 

When he left, Jesus looked at Jamie who asked confused, "Huh? What was that all about?"