"Why do they have those words on the menu if even rich people don't know what they mean?"

"I'm kind of a shitty rich person."

"Makes sense!"

Chris flops back onto the bed. Beds, he concludes, are MUCH softer than sleeping bags. He approves of this. 

And Sean flops onto Chris. Mmmmm it's so good having someone who's his. He can do whatever he wants with his Chris and right now what he wants is CUDDLES.

Cuddles are an excellent plan. Chris is very enthusiastic.

That is GOOD and Chris is GOOD and everything is just VERY GOOD.

This bed is extremely soft and Sean is very warm and Chris is going to fall asleep.

Huh. Yep, that just happened.

Well, it's not like Sean's got anywhere to be. He snuggles up and falls asleep himself. (Chris makes an excellent teddy bear. Something about holding him just feels really... right. Like, yes, this is his person.)

He wakes up in the morning and-- yep! He is owned! That is his master right there! He has a dick!

Chris ponders what he should be doing while he waits for Sean to wake up, orders room service for breakfast, and then starts to give him a blowjob.

Well that's a pretty fantastic way to wake up. He makes a sleepy happy noise and pets Chris's hair.

Chris has probably not actually put ten thousand hours into practicing dick sucking, because he's only been doing it for five years, but he has definitely put in far more hours of dedicated practice than most people.

It's a good blowjob.

Best slave.

He is!

When he's done he looks up at Sean expectantly to see if Sean has anything for him to do.

Sean smiles sleepily at him. "G'morning," he says, and yawns. "You're great. Hmmmmm, I was gonna think about what you should be doing with yourself, wasn't I..."

"Yes, sir."

"Mmhmmm." He ruffles Chris's hair and yawns again. "Okay, so. Wanna figure out how to make sure you're always around when I want you, not sure how to manage that yet, might just have to wait on it until I don't have to deal with my parents... definitely want you to make sure you don't die, and try not to get arrested either, I'll be pissed if you die and it'd be kinda inconvenient to get you out of jail. Hmmmm. See, I'm sure there's lots of stuff it would be really smart of me to be telling you to do right now, but I can't think of any of it."

"...I think you should give me an allowance so I don't have to do sex work anymore. And then I should go to the library and teach myself skills that would be useful if I were your slave. Automotive care. Given your kinks, probably first aid, if not outright becoming an EMT. Cooking? Probably I should see about getting myself a GED. And I should figure out how to earn money legally so that I can buy you a house that's really yours."

"Yeah that sounds like a good plan all around." He smiles. "Best slave."

"You might want to give me a budget for taking classes at community college? I don't know, I think some of those things might be easier to learn from classes than from books."

"Mm, yeah," he says, nodding. "Look it up and tell me how much it'd cost to take whatever classes you're interested in, I don't know offhand whether community college is expensive enough that I'd have to do math about it."

"...Aw, man, Rachel and I were going to go to Six Flags today."

"Mm?"

"I mean, I'm going to have to flake on her, or else explain all this to her, and I am not really happy about either of those. Also I don't really want to spend my first day as your slave riding roller coasters."

"Well, fair enough." He pets him. "Between flake on her and explain, which would you rather?"

"...probably flake?"