ServingSimon by Caitlin Ricci Page B

just going to go… I need to sleep,” Max said, finishing lamely as he started to lift himself off the couch.
    “I’m a Dom,” Simon said, his words filling the silence in the room.
    Max froze halfway out of the chair. “A what?”
    “A Dom. You’ve heard of Dominant and Submissive right?” Simon asked.
    He nodded. The idea of role-playing wasn’t completely foreign to him. He’d once bought an old military outfit at a surplus store because an ex-boyfriend had asked him to dress up. The game had been fun. But that’s all it had been. Somehow he didn’t think Simon meant what he was thinking. “Sure, like the sex games,” Max said quickly, shrugging as he stood up. “So you like to wear leather and collars and such and play with other people?” It was strange to think of Simon dressed like that, but then again most of this conversation was strange. And the idea of his roommate dressed from head to toe in leather and wielding a riding crop, like he’d seen on a poster once, was kind of kinky.
    Simon shook his head. “No, not like a game. Come here, Max.”
    “I am right here,” Max said, not understanding.
    Simon’s right hand lifted and his long fingers moved to point at the floor next to him. “No, come here .”

Chapter Two
    Max shook his head. “Uh no, fuck you very much, Simon. But I’m not sitting at your feet like some goddamn pet dog.”
    Simon’s grin turned far less serious and surprisingly, he laughed. “I knew you and I were going to get along, Max.”
    Max frowned, clearly confused. “But I just said no to you. Isn’t that like the opposite of what Doms are supposed to say when someone tells them no. Are you sure you’re a Dom?”
    Simon nodded and stood with him. “I am quite sure and have been for many years. But you telling me no means that you won’t just bend and break when I demand it of you. It was a test, Max. And you did very well.”
    “I had enough tests in all my years of college. But thanks for that. Now, I’m going to bed. If you want to tell me more about being a Dom tomorrow, feel free. As for me, I’m going to climb into bed and go to sleep. I’m tired, Simon. I don’t want to do this anymore. Let me go get some rest,” Max said, definitely whining now.
    Simon nodded and went to Max’s bedroom door. He opened it for him and stepped aside. “Absolutely. I’m not going to force you to listen. If you’d rather not hear what I was going to say that’s up to you. I don’t mind.”
    Max frowned and crossed his arms. “That’s not fair. I do want to know. I just don’t—”
    “Don’t what?”
    He shrugged, unsure of what he really wanted to do right now. Listening to Simon sounded like a good idea. Maybe he had something to say that Max really did want to hear. But then again, maybe he was full of shit and speaking nonsense. Still, this was Simon. He’d lived with the man for over a year. And he’d never come across as a crazy psychopath. Strange sometimes, absolutely. But not crazy.
    “I’m waiting,” Simon said, bringing Max’s attention back to him.
    “And I’m still thinking,” Max said, snapping at him.
    Simon’s deep chuckle rumbled through Max’s chest, warming him to the core. He loved the sound of Simon’s laugh and even the little chuckle he had just made was enough to make Max’s cock swell in his pants. He so didn’t need this right now. On top of everything else that had happened today, he didn’t need Simon knowing how turned on his roommate made him. The man didn’t even know he was gay for fuck’s sake. At the very least they had another few months of living together. He couldn’t screw that all up now by freaking Simon out.
    “Come on, Max,” Simon said, walking toward him. “You know that pretty little head of yours can think faster than that.”
    Max’s mouth fell open. “You think my head is pretty?” He scowled. That wasn’t something guys usually said to each other. At least not the ones he’d ever