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***Alexei's POV***

"Did I do good?" Gavin stands up from the bed, pulling his underwear back over his sweet ass.

"Amazing, Baby. So good." I dutifully promise.

The word amazing doesn't describe the best blow job of my entire life. I am no stranger to sex. This guy has skills. His mouth is a fucking religion, and I just became a believer.

"Good. Thank you." Gavin walks past me to grab his shirt and acts as though he is going to walk away. I feel a little put off by his actions and decide now would be a great time to discuss some of the guidelines to a relationship with me.

"Gavin? Do you mind if we talk for a minute?" I ask gently. I don't want to demand his attention, but I doubt if I would let him tell me no. I am in too deep already and this part is mandatory.

"What's up?" Gavin slides his shirt over his head and down his torso before sitting cross legged on the bed across from me. I don't bother locating my clothes and just sit up in the buff.

"Are you okay?" I ask gently. It is important to gauge someone's mindset before placing such hefty expectations into their lap.

"I'm fine. Satiated. Thanks." Gavin goes to move again, causing me to grab his knee firmly. I feel like I'm on the wrong end of a one-night stand.

Changing my mind completely, I decide to start this off in a different direction.

"What do you think this is?" I motion between the two of us. I'm not generally one to label a fucking thing but, it seems I need this one spelled out for me in plain English. I don't need any misunderstandings.

"A fling. I mean we haven't fucked yet. But I'm still having fun." Gavin smiles widely at me. 

His smile does not match the punch to the gut I just took.

"I wasn't aware." I cough out of pure shock.

"Oh, I mean, it can be less. I'm not pressuring you." Gavin rubs his arm anxiously before looking off into the bathroom like there is anything interesting about the luxurious piss can. It's just a fucking bathroom.

"You called me Daddy." I argue. Correct me if I'm wrong here but I haven't ever let anyone else call me THAT. I didn't realize people just go around saying that shit to anybody.

"I thought you liked it." Gavin gives me a sulking look as if I have just torn the arms off his favorite teddy bear.

Well, how the fuck does it feel?

With intense concentration, I try to formulate my next words carefully. I'm not trying to sound like a dick-whipped simp out here but, for fuck's sake. I thought we were doing something other than fucking around and finding out. I was more in the fuck around and stick around state of mind.

"I was under the impression you were looking for more than a fling." I finally manage to coax something other than a command for his absolute devotion to come from my lips.

"Alexei? What are you trying to say to me? I'm not sure I'm following. I might be suffering from post-nut bliss but it's coming off like you are asking me to be your boyfriend." Gavin almost whispers the last part. And, that just fuels my attitude even further.

"That's exactly the fuck what I'm doing. Did you think I wanted to fuck you and forget you?" The absurdity of such a thing is making me irate.

Gavin sits quietly for longer than I appreciate. I try my best to exercise patience. Maybe he doesn't do relationships. Or, maybe he is still in an orgasmic haze. Fuck, maybe I haven't hit the post-nut clarity stage. But I didn't offer to come back home with him just so I could get between his legs. Had that been the case, I would have fucked him in the hospital bathroom and been home a week ago.

"That explains it." Gavin smiles at me softly. I don't really know what to make of this type of smile. It really doesn't give anything away. But I feel a cooling breath leaving my body. My nerves unwind as though a change in the tenor of our conversation has just developed.

Fucking Finally!

"I couldn't understand why you hadn't just fucked me already. I started to get a complex. Seriously, look at me. How are you resisting?" Gavin lets out a giggle that makes me melt. "I was under the impression you were just going to drag it out a little."

"Negative." I sternly chastise. It is with great effort that he is still able to walk.

"So, what do you want, Alexei?" Gavin asks honestly.

"Rule number one: Quit calling me THAT." I strongly urge. My name on his lips sounds like an insult at the moment.

"Rule number point five: fuck me before you make rules!" Gavin counters. The bulging of his eyes and the sway of his head is comical. That attitude just flew right by and popped me in the face.

A chuckle escapes my lips. Fair.

"You have a smart mouth and that is not something I put up with." I explain as gently as possible.

"You knew that before you chased me. But, I can be persuaded." Gavin winks at me.

This boy.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" I finally just release the damn question. It's so kindergarten I feel stupid for even having to ask.

"No." Gavin emphatically states.

I deflate.

"But, I will be your boy. Your angel. Your whatever else. I just don't think you generally ask that question and I would hate to make you say that type of shit." Gavin lifts up and puts his fingers against my jaw before bringing his lips close to mine. I groan deeply before yanking his face into mine. I wrap my arm around his waist and hold him tight while tasting his sweet tongue.

Death. Of. Me.

When we separate it is not without will power. I want very much to press him into this mattress. The need to break him so I can control him is almost everything I can think of.

"The other rules?" Gavin asks quizzically. The way he asks lets me know that even if I tell him I will be repeating them, repeatedly. He is not going to be an easy study.

"You're mine." I state matter-of-factly. That is not up for discussion. Period.

"You're mine as well. No kissing anyone else ever again. No passing numbers. No eyeing the goods. Don't let me catch you touching another human. I will make you wish for death." Gavin laughs as he says it but, I suddenly feel like it's a bit of a threat.

"You listen when I speak." I continue.

"Ditto. And, if I don't like what you have to say?" Gavin hums, pushing all of my buttons with his defiance.

"Tough." I conclude. It's simple. 

"Yeah. Okay." Gavin agrees quickly.

I smile. That was easier than I thought.

"You call me Daddy." I reiterate.

"When you deserve it." Gavin huffs out. He crosses his arms as if marking the closure of a clear case.

"Gavin!" I warn. He is going to get so many spankings. I can feel it.

"Don't Gavin me. You know damn well you can be wrong sometimes. Don't sit here and act higher-than-thou. No one is perfect." Gavin gives me a look with a challenging gleam in his eye. 

"Fine." I concede.

"Rule number two." Gavin holds up two fingers. It makes no sense. We are way passed number two. But I'm not gonna argue. I just listen. "I get dick touches whenever I want."

A loud guffaw comes out of my mouth as I shake my head.

"When you deserve it." I promise loudly. No way in hell he is reeling me into that one. I need leverage.

"Ditto." Gavin winks.

Fuck!

"Is this some sort of Master-Pet relationship? I want to see what I am signing up for?" Gavin asks with no real inflection.

I think about that for a minute. I don't think it is. I have been in those type of relationships before. I wouldn't say that is what I want. 

"Not exactly. I would say it's a mutual agreement between the two of us that we will build on trust. You can look to me for direction when you are unsure and expect that I have our best interest in mind. Master and Pet is less of a relationship for me and more of an experience. I want to emphasize the relationship with you while also being the majority shareholder on the control." I have never been dishonest on my craving for control. I wouldn't start now. It is not even control as much as structure that I crave. I like to be the Master of my universe and everyone inside of that space just has to play their part, so everything goes off as smoothly as possible.

"I will do my best." Gavin offers. The honesty is all that I can ask for. It's not like I am planning on throwing him to the side every time we hit a bump. We can learn through it and come out stronger for it.

"I would like it if you wouldn't run off right after we are so intimate." I confess. It comes without me prompting. I just say it and feel right in admitting to such.

"Sorry. I was trying not to be clingy." Gavin apologizes as he resituates himself across my chest. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders once he finally settles in the embrace of my arms. I place a kiss on his head and sigh with relief.

"Be yourself, Baby. I like you for a reason." I finally admit. Maybe rules should be damned and you don't have to spell them out in every scenario. 

"I like you too." Gavin kisses the skin above my heart. It feels right but, I feel like a small part of me is still missing something.

"Could you say it for me?" I ask quietly. I don't like feeling needy. However, having been stripped from my title now feels like a chastisement.

"Say what?" Gavin lifts up his head to look into my eyes. I see a mischievous light. I'm going to enjoy punishing him in the future.

"Baby, please?" I ask nicely.

"Alexei?" Gavin asks. I grit my teeth. I don't mind my name on his tongue, but I prefer the other.

"You're begging to be spanked." I warn.

"Did you want me to call you boyfriend?" Gavin runs his fingers through my hair while he flits his eyes between my own.

"Sure." I admit. That's fine. Not what I asked for, but not bad either.

"Did you want me to say you have a big dick?" Gavin runs his hand down my chest until it hovers near the half chub that his playfulness has reawakened.

"I don't mind." I agree. I card my fingers through his hair with a new appreciation for this particular tactic.

"Maybe you want me to say that I want that cock back inside of my mouth." Gavin licks his lips as he pretends to offer me such promises. My dick jumps with reverence over the memory.

"I'm not going to stop you." I playfully promise.

"Well, if that is everything..." Gavin trails off.

I swat his back end. He wants to play with fire. I will play.

"Daddy." Gavin moans. 

"There it is." I take his lips with mine and plunder his smart little mouth with my tongue.

Breathless, Gavin pulls away on a pant. His eye are hooded and his underwear are tightened over the pitched tent he sports. I glimpse over it remembering the taste and weight of it on my tongue just earlier. He really is a handful and a mouthful. 

Lucky for me he seems to enjoy his ass getting paddled. That is going to be a real pleasure.

For me.

"Can I finish the movie?" Gavin asks after a little while of just watching me watch him.

"Sure." I smile to myself enjoying the fact that this time he asked permission before walking away.

I stand with Gavin so we both can go back to our regularly scheduled programming. I still have a lot of work to do. I grab the blanket off the floor as Gavin hops back into the chair. He adorably repositions himself with his legs tucked beneath his ass. I chuckle when he grimaces as his foot brushes against his right butt cheek.

"Will you get me a drink?" Gavin looks up at me sweetly while he makes his request. 

I make a mental note to try to do a better job of taking care of him. I realize it's been several hours on this plane. I am sure the coffee did little to hydrate him.

I nod while tucking the blanket in around him. I place the remote in his hand and situate his headphones back atop the mess of curls. His hair is wild where my hands had plundered it during our blow jobs.

"Do you need anything else? We have snacks. I noticed you weren't thrilled with lunch." I offer. Honestly, I didn't think to find out what was on the menu. I would have done a more thorough job planning the food had I realized they would be stocking tv dinners on this plane. I will be putting a call into the company for that oversight.

"It was fucking ravioli. In Italy. They gave me frozen ravioli in Italy!" Gavin barks out. The incredulous look on his face makes me laugh loudly. 

"I promise to make that one up to you." I can't argue there. It looked heinous. I would have preferred to serve us Chef Boyardi. I didn't even bother to make mine. I probably should have offered him fruit instead.

"I really like Lunchables." Gavin offers with an embarrassed giggle. 

Me too. 

"They don't have that good of taste." I sigh.

"What do they have?" Gavin whines. I roll my eyes. Now he is just being dramatic.

"There are pastries, some other frozen plates, fruit, cheese, crackers and an assortment of nuts. I think I saw some candy bars. Those are probably left over from Seb if I'm being honest. And of course there is alcohol. But I would strongly recommend forgoing that. I will get you a soda." I list off all the things I remember seeing.

"I'm almost old enough to drink." Gavin lulls his head over to me. 

I'm aware. The fact is, I don't believe in drinking for the sake of drinking. I only drink when there is bound to be a good time ahead. We are on a plane. There is not much to do but chill, watch tv, sleep and fuck. I'm not fucking him for the first time outside of my own bedroom, so the choices are limited.

"If you would like a drink, I will make it for you." I acquiesce. 

"Sprite will work. I will take fruit too and some crackers with cheese." Gavin blows me a kiss when I nod. I'm thankful he has a solid head on his shoulders. I am not attracted to lushes.

I make Gavin and myself a snack while he plays his movie. When I am satisfied with the spread, I place it down so we can share. I take his headphones off his head and redirect the sound so the movie can play for me as well. Work can wait. One more day won't hurt a thing.