He hadn’t meant to snoop. Honestly, he hadn’t. He was just looking for one of his law books, something he thought he might have mixed in with Jamie’s books by mistake. Mateo thumbed through the books, pulling out what he thought might be the right volume - only to find several letters fluttering to his lap. He frowned, curiosity getting the better of him. They were addressed to Jamie. His frown deepened as he glanced at the pages. Why hadn’t Jamie mentioned this to him?

Mateo walked out into the main room, barely noticing how Sey lifted her head as he sat beside Jamie. “Buhito... have you been reaching out to law schools? It’s probably something we should consider doing soon, pre-emptively,” he said lightly, like he hadn’t just seen what he’d seen.

Mateo was in a particularly playful mood, which he was sure his boys had noticed. He found excuses - more than usual - to touch both of them, stealing kisses and groping at will. So when they finished dinner, he went into the bedroom, stretching out on the bed before calling for both of them. A grin was stretched across his lips. “Would you put on a show for me, my loves? I think I want to see you play together. Without orgasming, of course... that’s still my decision,” he said with a crinkle of his nose.

Once he had had the conversation with Jackson - the one he was terrified he would have to keep having throughout his life - Mateo felt a little less guilty (which wasn’t saying much.) Despite this gloom over his head, he wanted to do something special for his boys to ask them to prom.

So Saturday morning, he got up early, determined to make this work. He managed to not start a fire, and maybe they weren’t made from scratch, but he figured the effort and the message was more important than the taste, right? Mateo carefully put the pancakes and fruit on the trays, bringing them cautiously back to the bedroom where his boys were still sleeping. 

He gently woke them, then carefully put the trays over their laps, guiding Jamie’s fingers to trace the shapes of the pancakes while Nick read his, oddly nervous that his romantic gesture would be seen as silly.

@jamie-beiste​ @submissivelynick​

i couldn’t resist snapping a photo...

My boys, I still have my three tasks, and I’m not sure which ones you might like, but I’ve also offered them to Caleb so... choose wisely.

1.) Get Kurt to design an outfit, and then make it using whatever materials you have laying around your suite 

2.) Fill a bathtub with something besides water 

3.) Be a human chair

[presented to Jamie at dinner on 7.19.2019, a thin leather collar (such as the photo on the right) with a feather design pressed into it (such as the photo on the left), with Jamie’s rules written in Braille for him to keep]

“Jamie, my beautiful boy... though this trial has had its bumps, and I have no doubt the future will as well, I want nothing more than to live through them with you by my side. My world is complete with you and Nick wearing my collars, and I promise to protect, care for and guide you to the best of my ability for the rest of my life on this earth - possibly beyond. Will you do me the honor of accepting my collar, and officially becoming my submissive?”

Approved. The trial is approved! 

After shooing his boys from the suite for the afternoon, Mateo went hard to work, carefully putting together a simple homemade pizza for the three of them to share. The flowers arrived just before they did, displayed in the center of the table, set for them to eat together. A card perched behind the red and white protea, with instructions for Nick to read it aloud.

“My sun and stars, and the moon of my life.

My cheeky little wolf and wise little owl.

My boys, my forever, my everything.

Would you add one more onto the list, and do me the honor of being my prom dates?”