#jizak

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It had been two weeks since travel-worn jeans had been traded in for too-big pajamas and the warmest bed he had ever slept in. His weight was finally starting to come back, his color evening out some as his farmer's tan faded in the slightest. Two weeks since Jack McKenna had taken him in and given him a home, and yet Izak had yet to open up to him fully. Sure, their whirlwind of emotions had led to a few heated nights and warm hands, but the actual act of giving himself to Jack had been a scary thought, mostly out of fear that he didn't quite understand the world the older man lived in. Laptop in his hands, Izak's hair flopped over his eyes as he walked across the hall with nerves and determination in his eyes. He didn't bother knocking at the door of Jack's office, knowing he had vowed to pull the businessman out of his work sometimes regardless. The boy sat down slowly in the seat across from the desk, typing in another keyword at the search engine he had pulled up on his browser. It took him a few moments of reading to finally come up with a proper wording for his question. Izak had been trying in earnest to discover what this 'BDSM' Jack had mentioned even meant, much less would mean for their love life. His voice held only curiosity, not a hint of judgment present. "So are you the kind of master that wants me to call him 'sir' or 'daddy'?" Sure, he was more comfortable with these talks now if they were with Jack...but he still blushed like hell, blue eyes held steadily on the man across the desk from him.