Tea and celery

      “Now open up wide,” says Andrew mockingly and receives a glare from Neil in response. Renee sips her tea, watching as her boy purses his lips into a thin line and turns his head away. If his hands weren’t bound, he probably would fiddle with the ring on his thumb that he got from Andrew. When asked, Renee’s friend fiercely denied that he bought it specifically to calm Neil’s fidgeting, probably too embarrassed about it. Renee saw right through him, but decided not to comment further to spare her friend's sense of dignity and only nodded in response.       It isn’t a secret that Andrew spoils Neil and sometimes treats him like a doll to dress up, though the man would rather die than admit it. Like today, Neil was put in a see-through top and black pants, paired with black eyeliner on his eyelids. The result is stunning as always and Renee has to admit that Andrew has good taste. More than once did Renee see her other boys eyeing their brother in jealousy, Neil being oblivious to it all. She wonders how much fight Andrew had to go through to put Neil in the outfit. The only thing that is stated as off-limits for any change is the collar – only Renee has keys to it and she doesn’t share it ever.       Neil shifts on his knees, his face still turned away from Andrew. He probably thinks he can wait him out, but Andrew is just as stubborn.       “This goes into your stomach, either willingly or not.” Andrew raises his eyebrows, holding a slice of celery to Neil’s lips.       If Andrew and Neil were alone, her boy for sure would have mouthed off, Renee thinks with amusement. Andrew must know it too because there’s a spark of glee in his eyes when Neil takes the celery from Andrew’s fingers. The disdain is clear on his face when he starts chewing, gagging at the taste.       “Wasn’t that hard, was it?” Andrew asks with a smirk and holds up another piece of the celery. Neil tries to recoil, but he can’t go far from his kneeling position. Andrew easily grabs the ring in Neil’s collar and pulls him back between his legs.       Renee shifts her focus from the pair back to the boy in front of her. Kevin’s watching Neil with a satisfied smile, probably because his brother’s eating some vegetables finally. Earlier that day, the boys were fighting about Neil’s eating habits and they needed to be separated by Riko and Jean. But it was nothing she couldn’t handle - after her intervention, Neil and Kevin were back to normal towards each other.       Renee’s thoughts are interrupted by Andrew’s hiss and then a slap. The sound makes Kevin flinch from beside her legs, so Renee pets his head soothingly.       “Maybe a muzzle wasn’t that bad of an idea.” Andrew holds a strong grip on Neil’s chin, but Renee’s boy doesn’t look scared. Quite the opposite – his smile can be described as feral and Renee sighs. Her boy just loves to get into trouble.       “What happened?” asks Renee.       “The puppy can’t keep its teeth away,” Andrew says. He puts his hand around Neil’s neck and Renee can see slight fear in her boy’s eyes. “Really, biting the hand that feeds you.”       Renee pinches the bridge of her nose. Neil’s been with them for a few months now and despite hers and Riko’s efforts, Neil’s attitude is still there, getting him in all sorts of trouble. “I’m sorry,” Renee says to her friend, “I’ll deal with him later.” Both her boys tense up at the words. Good – they should fear her.       Andrew waves the suggestion away. “I can take care of it.” There’s a hint of excitement in his tone, Renee notices. The man looks at her. “With your permission, of course.” He adds seriously.       Renee hums, her fingers going through Kevin's hair absent-mindedly. Her boy’s body loses a bit of the tension at the soothing touch. Why would she deprive her friend of the fun? “He’s all yours for the night,” she says with a smile.       “Pleasure doing business with you.” Having obtained her blessing, Andrew focuses on Neil again. He picks up another celery slice and puts it against Neil’s lips. This time Neil doesn’t fight him.       With the situation back under control, Renee looks down on the kneeling man in front of her. Kevin’s attention is still on the other pair in the room, so she can observe him all she wants without him noticing. Her eyes go from the ‘2’ on his cheek to his collar in the color of wine , the tag glinting in the lights of the room. He’d look nice with some earrings, Renee thinks. Maybe she should ask Andrew for some advice regarding her boys’ looks.       Renee puts her hand under Kevin’s chin and turns his head towards her. His eyes meet hers and she smiles at him warmly. Her boy had such beautiful eyes, she thinks. Maybe Andrew is onto something with using eyeliner.       “I have something for you, too.” Renee changes the teacup in her hand for an apple and with a quick slice of her pocket knife she has a piece of fruit ready at Kevin’s lips. He takes it from her fingers with his mouth carefully, a look of gratitude on his face. Her boy is always so eager to please and so grateful for every scrap of affection he receives. Renee strokes the tattoo on his cheek fondly, eliciting a shiver from Kevin.       They near half the apple in resolute peace when Kevin’s face becomes tense. It doesn’t escape Renee’s notice and she instantly looks him over. Kevin’s posture is stiff, more than usual, and it seems that he’s clenching his hands. She can’t be sure though because his hands are tied behind his back.       “What is it? Speak,” Renee demands, trying to contain her worry.       “It’s nothing, Miss.” Kevin turns his head down, but Renee quickly lifts it and makes him look at her again. From the corner of her eye she sees that Andrew and Neil paused their activities and now are looking at them. “My hand hurts a bit, that’s all,” Kevin says quietly and shifts on his knees. This time he doesn’t manage to hide his grimace at the movement.       Renee’s jaw clenches. Worry and anger flood her, demanding to be let out. She wants to punch something in frustration, but holds herself back. Does Kevin not trust her? Has she failed him somehow? The questions keep on entering her mind, only adding to her overwhelming feelings.       Renee takes a deep breath to calm herself down. Her boy needs his Miss now, so now isn’t the best time for her spiraling thoughts. “It’s not nothing, understand?” Renee’s voice comes out harsher than she intends, which she berates herself for in her head.       “Yes, Miss.” Kevin lowers his head. He resembles a kicked puppy now and Renee feels the guilt sitting in her stomach. It’s her job to notice things like that and she failed her boy.       “Turn around,” Renee says, her tone more gentle now. The rope falls down from around Kevin’s hands and her boy rolls his shoulders in relief. He turns back towards Renee, who smiles.       “Thank you, Miss,” her boy says gratefully.       “Next time you tell me immediately,” Renee says sternly. She doesn’t want a repeat of this kind of situation ever.       “Yes, Miss.”       Satisfied with the response, Renee takes Kevin’s left hand and gently massages it. The injury he sustained as the result of his shenanigans with Riko healed nicely, fortunately. Renee still remembers Kevin crying in relief when the doctor announced that he still could pursue a career in exy. The downside is that the injury acts up sometimes, giving Kevin a lot of grief. Her boy still has a problem with admitting that he’s in pain, but they are working on it.       “How about you go lie down for a bit?” Renee suggests, nodding her head towards the cushion in the corner of the room. It was like a big dog bed, Andrew once joked, and the comparison stuck in her head. They use it mostly when she wants some companionship, but not necessarily any services from her boys.       Kevin’s face falls. “I’d rather stay with you, Miss,” he says almost pleadingly.       Renee can’t help herself and kisses his forehead. Really, her boy is so adorable sometimes. “Stop thinking too much.” She smiles down at him. “I’m not angry with you.” She sees as Kevin lets out a breath of relief. “Go rest.”       “Thank you, Miss.” He bows his head, then goes to the bed as told.       “He has it bad.” Renee jumps slightly at Andrew's voice. She was so focused on Kevin that she forgot about other people in the room.       Renee doesn’t respond and Andrew probably doesn’t expect her to. Instead she watches as he makes Neil drink some water, a few drops ending on Neil’s clothes as a result of Andrew tipping the glass too much. Next the rope is untied from around Neil’s wrists, but Neil stays in his kneeling position. Good choice, Renee thinks.       “Go to him,” Andrew shoos Neil away and the man quickly joins his brother on the bed. Renee and Andrew watch amused as their boys curl up together, leaving almost no space between them. Guilt is still weighing down on Renee, the feeling harder to ignore when the boys aren’t near.       A hand settles over Renee’s, startling her. Andrew looks at her intensely, as if sensing that her mind wandered off. She gazes up on him, the heat of his hand grounding her in the presence. The long chains over Andrew’s black shirt draw her attention and her eyes start wandering over his chest. She can’t help but think about what's hidden under the clothes and she feels her cheeks heat up. Her heart starts beating faster in excitement when Andrew’s eyes meet hers, his gaze even more intense. Something passes between them, a mutual desire, and suddenly Renee finds herself taking off her leggings and shirt, too hurried to fold them properly. She sees that Andrew is already shirtless and grabs his dangling chains to take them off. Her hand shoots out and takes his wrist to stop him.       “Leave them,” Renee says and in a few minutes she’ll probably be embarrassed by it, but now she doesn’t care.       Andrew raises his eyebrows and doesn’t comment further. Soon, he’s leaning over her, the cold necklaces dragging over Renee’s skin making her shiver. Andrew smirks at her reaction, probably feeling smug at the new development. Renee wants to wipe off the look of his face. Her hand goes for Andrew’s cock but is quickly pinned to the mattress.       “I’m doing the work tonight,” Andrew says and squeezes her wrist in emphasis.       If it was any other man, Renee wouldn’t give up control in a situation like this. But Andrew isn’t like the men from her past, as he showed a lot of times. Besides, it wasn’t their first rodeo and Andrew’s proven himself as a wonderful lover. Letting him take the reins is something Renee does occasionally, mostly after stressful days – like today.       Renee lets out a slow breath relaxing her body. “Yes, sir,” she says ironically and watches in amusement as Andrew’s jaw clenches, his eyes darkening. Really, men were so easy, Renee thinks.       For now, she basks in the pleasure Andrew’s touches bring and lets herself forget about the worries of the day.