leading man.

I go by Sir Anderson, or just Sir, for introductory play and role reflections. More fancy and special honorifics must come with time and trust, I’ve found. It should always feel natural to think of me as a Sir first, as it’s generic and one syllable.

Now that we had our first class, did you have a preference of the three offered scenes? My hard limits were not listed on any of them, so I can provide any of them for you and we can adjust as necessary.

And considering you don’t know what your aftercare preferences were, I should also ask if you know what your red/hard limit list for submitting is, by chance?

Um... I haven't ran into anything yet that's a hard no for me. Not that I've ran into many things at all. Submitting has very much been like... household chores for my friends and that's about it. Which now is making me feel kind of insecurely worried that I'm going to be god awful at this.

Am  I  allowed  to  know  who  those  two  people  are  or  are  you  going  to  leave  me  in  suspense? 

I  might  not  have  been  able  to  see  it  but  I  did,  strangely,  feel  it.  As  I  said,  you  know  I'm  always  on  board  with  helping  you  out;  and  you  don't  need  to  worry,  I'm  not  looking  for  a  handout  to  get  my  fifteen  minutes  in  the  spotlight  off  of  riding  your  coattails.  Why  don't  we  just  consider  it  an  IOU?  I  do  this  for  you  and  you  owe  me  one  free  “Ross  is  a  good  boy  and  must  do  this  for  Archer”  favor?  I  promise  I  won't  take  advantage  of  that  either.  😘

It's  alright.  We  did  care  for  each  other  in  the  end,  and  I  did  spend  9  years  with  him,  but  it's  been  easier  to  move  past  on  from  than  I  thought  it  would  be.  It  helps  to  be  in  a  place  like  this,  surrounded  by  all  these  attractive  men  with  similar  mindsets.  Shouldn't  be  too  hard  to  get  my  dick  wet  in  this  sea.

I'm going to start banning people calling me a good boy. I did not realize that I was as effected by it as I am. But fine. IOU if you help me film it.

Two strong, firm, confident, perhaps even oh so dominant hands move down to press tight around Ross's waist as his lips finally close that distance between them, and he lets his lips draw Ross into a deep, hungry, passionate kiss. The sort you could lose hours into as one kiss turned into the next. It was unashamedly sexual, just like the man who gave it. Those hands on the other's hips lifted Ross up in a show of strength, perhaps to treat Ross as the pretty, slender thing that a nickname like Baby Girl would imply. Besides, he was hoping that Ross would have enough brain cells in the moment to wrap his legs around his waist as the kiss turned into the next deep, hungry one. Sebastian moved to press Ross right up against the nearest wall, using it to enclose himself around the theatre star to block out the rest of the world. It was just them, in this moment, tasting, teasing, and enjoying each other. Sebastian's hips shifted up against Ross's teasingly, that thick bulge pressing against the others. Did he have to be an arrogant dick and have a great cock? Apparently. He was tempted to make a comment but he was just lost in the taste of the other, the feeling of those lips against his stole kiss after kiss.

Every single rational thought seemed to evacuate Ross' mind with heightened speed as he thought over the fact that he had just asked for boundaries, making responsible decisions, and why he was there at Dalton as well.

This was the reason why Ross believed in restraint, because if anyone like Sebastian rolled around to him, he needed to show it so he didn't end up in this situation.

A hand moved up into the other's hair to tangle into it, yanking slightly on the man's hair so he could pull back as Ross groaned at the tension between them, especially feeling how aroused Sebastian was, and how it was already affecting his own body. Through heated breaths, Ross just let out a 'don't' before his brain tried to continue connecting his thoughts. He knew it would be complicated if he left it that way.

"Well, I am definitely all of those things." Sebastian quipped as he watched those lips dip to his lips and back again. Unable to miss every little moment and tell the other was giving him right now. All those definite words from earlier seemed an age ago, at least right in this moment.

"How about this..." His hand moved up to brush along Ross's jawline just as softly and sensually as before, the same knuckles teasing against the others skin before his thumb caught the other's bottom lip and he teased the digit over it.

"You don't lie to me, Baby Girl, and I won't ever lie to you." The nickname dripped from Sebastian's lips like a dark promise of sexual adventures and hedonism. Like he'd been aching to call Ross that since he thought of that mini-skirt and panties. "I'll always be utterly, totally honest with you..." His thumb finished it's little adventure over the other's bottom lip as his fingertips moved to tease along the other's neck again. Tracing where the other had just moved his own hand, like he was copying that movement. "I cross my heart..." he declared playfully, his lips moving a little closer but yet never moving those final last few inches to a kiss. Just...letting that tension between them fill the moment.

Sebastian did it. He did the one thing he sought after doing- getting under Ross' skin almost perfectly. It wasn't fair to Ross. He just felt like he knew Sebastian for some reason, and Sebastian knew exactly what to say perfectly. This tension was like a weapon that Sebastian was wielding right now to ross and the Switch just didn't know how to react to it. At the same time, what if this was just bait? That Sebastian was just trying to get under Ross' skin more and piss him off. Or this was the goal. He knew this man was a player. He'd basically boasted about it several times while trying to get to know him.

There's a little roll of his eyes as the other threw that shut-up his way, and he held up his hands as a little symbol that he was going to stop. And he would have. He really, really would have let that silence stretch between them if it had remained like that. His own hands silently dropping his clothes into pile that would be easier to put away later. Black shirts together, jeans, sleeved shirts-

He could feel Ross's eyes on him from across the room even without glancing over at him. The way they lingered just a bit. He was about to say something before the singer got there first, and Sebastian turned towards Ross with a little amused smirk that dug into his cheek like the cat who just got the cream. He couldn't help but look pleased that the other was asking a few follow-up questions. "Right. RIght. Of course not. You're just asking for clarity's sake." Hey, if that was the lie that Ross wanted to tell himself in this moment, Sebastian wasn't about to break that logic.

Sebastian moved across the room and closer to Ross till he stood inches from the other and peered down at the shorter boy with that same telltale smirk. "It depends, actually. I think you'd look divine in a pretty royal purple silk shirt that has the top few buttons undone to show off that chest. And a pair of tight, black jeans that tease that ass that could bring any man around to it's knees. And of course I have this pretty thin gold collar that looks like it was made for a neck like yours.." Sebastian's hand reached up to brush a few knuckles along the other's neck as he spoke, just over where he imagined one might sit.

Sebastian leaned forward to brush his lips right next to Ross's ear, however more than aware that this might get him punched in the face but hey, the other had wanted him to be honest. Right? "I think my favorite look, however, has you wearing a tight little black mini skirt, white stockings that run up along those distractingly perfect legs of yours, a cute frilly top, and the tightest white lace panties you ever did see. You looked like such a good little girl for me."

His breath caught when Sebastian leaned closer, and whatever offended response that Ross had been carefully calculating and preparing to snap back at him immediately died before it reached his mouth. "This is inappropriate," is all he admitted, trying to figure out how he wanted to react, but what Sebastian was saying was having Ross react before he even wanted to, as his face moved back so he could just look at Sebastian. Blue eyes just stared, trying to find the words. "And arrogant. And presumptuous, again," his eyes went to the other's lips then back up to his roommate's eyes.

Ross knew he was fucked in this situation. How exposed he felt, and how hot his neck felt, which had the actor just reaching to scratch at the back of his own neck to ease his own tension and heat off of him.

You  make  a  fair  point  but  in  my  opinion  I  don't  think  you  needed  to  say  all  that.  I'm  not  diminishing  how  important  I  think  you  are,  I  just  don't  think  you  needed  all  of  that.  I  saw  some  of  the  other  replies  you  got.  That  big  boy  certainly  seemed  to  know  enough  about  you  on  his  own.  You  should  trust  that,  if  people  have  taste,  they  will  already  know  who  you  are  and  if  they  don't?  They  aren't  worth  the  time.

If  it  helps,  I  did  pay  a  magazine  to  run  a  story  about  how  truly  awful  he  was  to  try  and  counteract  some  of  the  other  stories  I  was  seeing.  Placing  the  blame  on  you  because  you're  a  switch  is  just  slanderous  garbage,  but  hopefully  that  helps  some  when  you  get  out  of  here  and  go  back  home.  Which,  if  that  is  your  way  of  asking  me  to  help  film  you,  you  know  I'm  going  to  say  yes  but  there's  going  to  be  conditions.  I  need  to  get  something  out  of  it  too.  😉

You  can't  see  it,  but  I'm  clutching  my  pearls  right  now.  I  would  never  use  flattery  for  my  own  advantages.  I'm  appalled  at  the  accusation.

I  would  listen  to  your  father's  if  I  were  you.  I  can't  say  I  know  much  about  Dalton  but  in  my  research  it  seems  to  be  among  the  better  facilities  like  this  so  being  here  should  wind  up  being  a  good  thing.  If  not  for  anything  else,  at  least  for  the  sake  of  getting  into  a  new  claim.  Which  is  why  I'm  here.  I  haven't  talked  about  it  with  the  families,  mostly  because  I  didn't  want  too,  but  Harold  passed  three  months  ago,  which  cost  a  surprising  amount  of  money  to  keep  that  quiet,  and  I  sat  with  it  for  a  while  but  now  I've  accepted  it,  and  accepted  that  I  need  to  find  a  new  claim  so  I  came  here.  I've  been  out  of  the  pool  for  so  long  I  wasn't  sure  I  would  remember  how  to  swim,  if  that  makes  sense.

I know you can't see it, but I just rolled my eyes. But I would love the help from someone I trust to film my auditions. No one else can capture my essence correctly and accurately outside of a St. James, of course. What would you want out of it? If it's a portion of my fame, or a shoutout for helping me film- I'll gladly decline that. Not that you'd need it.

Telling  us  your  name  after  humbly  hinting  at  being  well  known  enough  that  you  shouldn't  have  too  is  a  bit  self  aggrandizing,  don't  you  think  Berry?

In  fact,  speaking  of  your  Broadway  run,  I  got  a  real  shock  to  my  system  when  I  finally  had  the  time  to  get  tickets  to  come  see  you  in  Moulin  Rouge!  only  to  watch  some  halfwit  hack  fill  your  role  instead.  His  lack  of  talent  is  what  everyone  should  be  talking  about,  not  you  stepping  away.  I  swear,  he  sounded  like  a  sealion  caterwauling.  I  left  before  intermission  just  to  save  my  ear  drums  and  because  he  forced  me  to  realize  I  only  really  enjoy  Broadway  when  you're  the  one  on  stage.

You  sound  like  you're  holding  up  well  enough  though,  given  everything.  That's  good.

It's alright, apparently the halfwit that took over my role bombed it hard enough for it to close anyhow. So I guess I'm actually out of a job when I get back out here. I do wonder if I can get someone to help me film audition tapes to send in - though my talent is not suitable for a screen. I fear sending in taped auditions is going to hold back my talent from what it actually is. I am meant for the stage always and forever. Flattery is the only way to my heart, you know this, and I know you're using it for your advantage, Arch.

but i did do that, that's why i told you about it. because it happened.

honestly? it wasn't that good of a party but i could be a little biased since i didn't really know at the time what i had been invited too. you aren't missing out. i went as aquaman but the comic version, not like the one in movies now. i made the costume myself so instead of having one of those onesie things i just painted my body orange to match the color of his costume and wore a green pair of booty shorts and boots i painted green to match. i think i still have a picture saved somewhere i could send you if you want. it's not the best because it was a diy costume but i thought it turned out cool. it took me about an hour. i thought everyone was in their civilian disguises and were going to do a quick change into their superhero alter egos. that would have been cooler.

I mean, was it not that good of a party because you were expecting something else? Or was it just really not a good party? I respect your dedication to your craft, though painting myself any sort of color would make me want to die, but that's just why people usually resort to costuming departments and makeup teams to do these sort of things.

I bet that would have been cooler. I'm not super into superheroes or anything like that (they just were not the rage at my home), but I bet you looked really cool.

So this means I'll need to know what brings you comfort. I would gather, from following you for a while -- socials, not literally, wow that sounded bad, we're just going to move past it -- that you might get some comfort from watching or listening to something tied to musical theatre?

How about physical touch? Are you comfortable being touched and given words of affirmation?

If I'm overwhelming you with these questions, I'll offer what I usually do with my other play partners as small as that list probably is compared to you. It involves some comfort drink with electrolytes, some muffins for a sugar boost, a blanket, candles, and soothing music with soft lighting. I will require you to stay in communication with me though if you ever need something or become uncomfortable. Is that understood?

Funny Girl is my all time favorite movie, maybe we put that on? It's a huge comfort for me- whenever I'm in my emotions in a not so great way, I'll just watch it on my own. I think both words of affirmation and physical touch would be fine. If I don't end up liking it, I'll always communicate that to you. Unfortunately, being overcommunicative with most things is like what I'm known for- because I don't tend to be quiet.

Being nervous is completely normal. I'm nervous for what's to come myself! If nerves weren't tied to not knowing what's coming, I think that'd be a little concerning. Even the most skilled and confident person should be nervous.

I'd be honored to dominate you for the first class this week, Ross. And I'm very flattered you are trusting me with this very big deal conundrum you're experiencing. I hope I won't let you down. If I may know your aftercare routine so I can pre-prepare now, I would greatly appreciate it. And if you don't have an aftercare routine for yourself...I'd like to know that too so we can figure it out now to ease your mind.

Well, I have to be honest and say I wasn't exactly thinking I was a contender for that privilege. Which is why I wasn't even considering me for the job.

He wasn't your person. That isn't a reflection on you or your domination style, Ross. It's just something that happened, and you both did what was best for you. Right? You have the weight taken off your shoulders so you can grow. And growth is important, no matter what role you are because it's always a learning experience. Just like everything else.

Now then -- classes start next week, or really tomorrow, and I'd like for you to challenge yourself to submit for someone. A fellow Switch or a Dominant, doesn't matter. And then report back to me how it goes. How you felt during and if you were overthinking as badly. Think you can do that, Ross?

Uh. I don't think I am close to anyone enough to ask them if I can submit to them here. Sebastian's rude, despite being objectively and, frankly, distractingly attractive. He's offered already but I have a thing about wanting to feel respected by people firstly.

Kurt's too close to me. You're the only Dominant I've talked to - which presents it's own very interesting and obvious problem- since I doubt you want to ask me to do this and then also be the person I go to.