Sex in C Major

Stefan had never asked. Part of him just didn't want to know.

"My lady!"

Stefan grimaced, but Dean's effusive smile was so bright it was hard to take too much offence. He handed over his debt, but had his sleeve caught and a bright denial thrown his way.

"Ah-ah! I want to know the secret!"

"What secret?"

"You've not been around so much lately. You found somebody else?"

"No. Just not been smoking so much."

"That stuff'll kill you," Dean agreed blithely, then grinned again. He had only three teeth. "I gotta quit. I gotta quit. You know they're getting on my case about the flat?"

"What flat?"

"My flat, my flat. They want me to grow it for them."

"Who's they?"

"You know! You know."

Stefan had no idea, and preferred to keep it that way. He didn't ask where Dean got his weed, or what else he sold.

"I can't be growing it. Can't be. Hey, you got space at yours?"

"I'm not growing weed for you, Dean."

"It's good money! Great money. You wouldn't even have to sell it, I'd sell it, I just can't be growing it, can't be, I'm still on probation, aren't I?"

Stefan hadn't known that, and began to edge back towards the main road.

"I can't," he said. "I'm trying to get clean."

"You what?"

"I have a there's a guy. You know. And he doesn't like it, so—"

"You got a guy?"

"Yeah. Sort of." Not really, but-well, Daz wouldn't like the weed, would he? Yannis certainly wouldn't, he wasn't the type to like drugs. So Daz probably didn't. And even if he did, they'd be the type of drugs that he'd use on Stefan. To knock him out or make him horny and desperate, or pliant and unable to resist.

They'd not like weed.

"He doesn't like it. So I'm cutting down."

"You don't want to be doing that. Don't want that. You'll get tense! You'll not be able to smoke the shit away, you know."

Stefan broke into a jog, waving a hand to acknowledge but not reply, and headed back out into Harehills. Dean was a lifelong stoner. Of course he'd think that.

And anyway, he didn't have a master to take away the tension.

Stefan did. 23

Taxi on its way. Bring overnight bag.

Stefan blinked at the text, thrown. Daz didn't text him. Daz had never texted him.

And then he started to panic.

It was Christmas Eve tomorrow. And because Daz hadn't said anything-and of course Yannis hadn't-Stefan had presumed he wasn't invited for Christmas. He'd assumed it wasn't his place. And anyway, they would probably go and see family or friends or something, like normal couples did.

But he was supposed to bring an overnight bag. Which meant he would at least be there for Christmas Eve, which meant he was sort of involved in their Christmas, and he hadn't bought presents or anything.

What was he even supposed to get his owner anyway?

Yannis was still the sort of...here's some nice socks type acquaintance. But Daz-Daz would be expecting something. And Stefan hadn't even thought about it.

He hastily threw some spare clothes into his backpack, trying to ward off the urge to hide. He'd be punished for turning up empty handed. But-but maybe he could...

He swallowed, and dropped a hand to the zip of his jeans.

Maybe he could let...let Daz fuck his cunt until it leaked?

He'd hinted at it a couple of times. Threatened Stefan with it. And Stefan had always squirmed out of it. He'd never checkmated the idea, but he knew Daz knew he didn't really want to.

But maybe he...could.

Just for Christmas. A present. Just let Daz do it that one time, and then take a whole packet of morning-after pills.

A horn sounded outside, and Stefan slung the bag over his shoulder. He took a deep breath, then let himself out of the flat, and jogged down the stairs. He could do it. He liked it-much as heshouldn't like it-it was just...the risk. He still... bled, sometimes. But if he took something, then it wouldn't happen, and Daz could do what he wanted.

And Stefan wouldn't be punished for forgetting his owner at Christmas.

He worried the entire journey over, fretting about Daz seeing through it or denying it was a present. Could Stefan even give sexual services as a present, given that Daz owned him and his body? Didn't Daz have the right to fuck whatever part of Stefan he wanted under their arrangement, unless Stefan issued a checkmate? Would he regard it as a present? And what about Yannis? Stefan didn't think he was supposed to get Yannis anything, but Daz might think otherwise. Yannis was his master's partner, after all-he ranked higher than Stefan in this strange triad, didn't he?

By the time the taxi pulled up in the narrow street of terraced houses, Stefan felt downright scared.