beach Tate
12 November 2020 20:10![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
m_d_hAugust 21, 2059
It took all day to select the beach house, to pack, to get there, so when Tate arrived he was ready to go to bed again, he'd have a full day of vacation from the world in the morning, and then the next morning, and the next.
He sent Matt a sign-off message, telling him not to worry, to have Alex lock up Matt's cock until Tate gets back (to keep him out of trouble -- "You only get to cum when I say from now on"). He thought of calling Alex "Chief of Cock Security" and laughed. Tate wasn't in the mood for being a Sir at the moment, but he understood he had to put Matt to bed, so to speak, for the week, that he has a relationship obligation, even while he wants to run away from everything. He doesn't want to dump Matt, doesn't want Matt to worry, but doesn't want to worry about Matt either.
Also, "I love you. Now leave me alone :-)"
He'd brought a printer so he could compose his own paper letter to Ma. He could proofread it via the OCR software on his phone, and then call a courier service. Expensive way to deliver a letter, but he was burning through cash this week, no point in saving it.
Three years. They'd give her credit for the time she's been locked up awaiting trial, but it would still be two more of his birthdays, he'd be 19, he'd have been an adult for over a year without her around. He was feeling, not the hope of a short absence, but the finality of a long one. She'd tried to explain the logic of the plea bargain, but that's when he started yelling. OK, stop reliving that conversation and the orderlies or cops or whoever grabbing him and holding him until he calmed himself. Stop it. Calm yourself now.
He was thinking about how grown-up he was pretending to be, suddenly deciding to vacation on his own with his own money. Thinking about getting a job as a spy, traveling the world, sending postcards and cash back home to Ma, meeting smart and sexy spy guys. Hah. But he was also feeling vulnerable, not sure whether he'd survive a week by himself, with only his brain and his heart to keep him company. He could listen to music and audiobooks. Go get his feet wet and listen to the waves. He'd update his YouTube channel, see how many of the new viewers would stick around without the media hype over his poll.
He thought about getting a dog. He thought about having a kid. He thought about going to college. He thought about Matt. He thought about Marco, the impossible role he'd played for Marco, the heartbreaking role he'd played, and maybe never spending time with Marco again. He thought about all the dead and wounded in Vancouver, and about how things could've been even worse. The news said there were orphaned pets needing adoption, he thought about whether he would take care of a dog and could order Matt to adopt one with him -- nah, probably not the type of thing you order somebody to do. Although it seemed Alex had ordered Matt to become Tate's' boyfriend, and then Tate's boy. Alex would probably have ordered Matt to get a dog, if Alex wanted a dog, or if Alex thought Matt needed a dog.
He's already thinking that a big part of being a Sir is taking care of your boy, it's not just dom dom dom. But now who takes care of Tate? Does Tate have to take care of himself? Grow all the way up? Maybe get a job now instead of relying on the billionaires to pay for his tuition? Like Ma said, "our own money". She knows how to avoid becoming too obligated.
Getting sleepy on a strange bed, with a strange thermostat -- it seemed imprecise but not broken. Started having a dream about Matt getting angry about something, but can't remember what it was after shaking awake.
If he's not happy staying here all week he can always go back early, maybe get 50% back on the unused nights.
Now having a dream about being a landlord of a beach house, and people not paying their rent. Then about his YouTube followers voting that he breaks up with Matt, like he'd ever put such a big decision to a vote again. Except they were right this time, he's not getting the implants. They would make life too complicated. He doesn't need vision, not with seeing-eye apps. Hey, he could get a helper dog, now dreaming about how he'd meet somebody on the beach who has a dog, and he'd follow them home, and they'd grill some hot dogs, and briefly grill the buns, just ketchup no other condiments, and the dog would jump up and grab his hot dog from him, zzz.
It took all day to select the beach house, to pack, to get there, so when Tate arrived he was ready to go to bed again, he'd have a full day of vacation from the world in the morning, and then the next morning, and the next.
He sent Matt a sign-off message, telling him not to worry, to have Alex lock up Matt's cock until Tate gets back (to keep him out of trouble -- "You only get to cum when I say from now on"). He thought of calling Alex "Chief of Cock Security" and laughed. Tate wasn't in the mood for being a Sir at the moment, but he understood he had to put Matt to bed, so to speak, for the week, that he has a relationship obligation, even while he wants to run away from everything. He doesn't want to dump Matt, doesn't want Matt to worry, but doesn't want to worry about Matt either.
Also, "I love you. Now leave me alone :-)"
He'd brought a printer so he could compose his own paper letter to Ma. He could proofread it via the OCR software on his phone, and then call a courier service. Expensive way to deliver a letter, but he was burning through cash this week, no point in saving it.
Three years. They'd give her credit for the time she's been locked up awaiting trial, but it would still be two more of his birthdays, he'd be 19, he'd have been an adult for over a year without her around. He was feeling, not the hope of a short absence, but the finality of a long one. She'd tried to explain the logic of the plea bargain, but that's when he started yelling. OK, stop reliving that conversation and the orderlies or cops or whoever grabbing him and holding him until he calmed himself. Stop it. Calm yourself now.
He was thinking about how grown-up he was pretending to be, suddenly deciding to vacation on his own with his own money. Thinking about getting a job as a spy, traveling the world, sending postcards and cash back home to Ma, meeting smart and sexy spy guys. Hah. But he was also feeling vulnerable, not sure whether he'd survive a week by himself, with only his brain and his heart to keep him company. He could listen to music and audiobooks. Go get his feet wet and listen to the waves. He'd update his YouTube channel, see how many of the new viewers would stick around without the media hype over his poll.
He thought about getting a dog. He thought about having a kid. He thought about going to college. He thought about Matt. He thought about Marco, the impossible role he'd played for Marco, the heartbreaking role he'd played, and maybe never spending time with Marco again. He thought about all the dead and wounded in Vancouver, and about how things could've been even worse. The news said there were orphaned pets needing adoption, he thought about whether he would take care of a dog and could order Matt to adopt one with him -- nah, probably not the type of thing you order somebody to do. Although it seemed Alex had ordered Matt to become Tate's' boyfriend, and then Tate's boy. Alex would probably have ordered Matt to get a dog, if Alex wanted a dog, or if Alex thought Matt needed a dog.
He's already thinking that a big part of being a Sir is taking care of your boy, it's not just dom dom dom. But now who takes care of Tate? Does Tate have to take care of himself? Grow all the way up? Maybe get a job now instead of relying on the billionaires to pay for his tuition? Like Ma said, "our own money". She knows how to avoid becoming too obligated.
Getting sleepy on a strange bed, with a strange thermostat -- it seemed imprecise but not broken. Started having a dream about Matt getting angry about something, but can't remember what it was after shaking awake.
If he's not happy staying here all week he can always go back early, maybe get 50% back on the unused nights.
Now having a dream about being a landlord of a beach house, and people not paying their rent. Then about his YouTube followers voting that he breaks up with Matt, like he'd ever put such a big decision to a vote again. Except they were right this time, he's not getting the implants. They would make life too complicated. He doesn't need vision, not with seeing-eye apps. Hey, he could get a helper dog, now dreaming about how he'd meet somebody on the beach who has a dog, and he'd follow them home, and they'd grill some hot dogs, and briefly grill the buns, just ketchup no other condiments, and the dog would jump up and grab his hot dog from him, zzz.