Quentin woke up with a sleeping Eliot cuddled up into his side, just like he had every morning for the past several months. He wasn’t sure why he found it strange, but for a few moments, he was slightly disoriented before his head cleared and everything fell into place again. That was unusual, but he put it down to the after-effects of the magic that brought them to Westview in the first place. It was the first time in a while that he’d awoken before Eliot and he took the opportunity to just look at his sleeping boy. So relaxed. So beautiful. And all HIS. That was the best part. Everyone could look at his boy, but only he got to touch him. He leaned over and very carefully kissed the sleeping man’s forehead before he quietly got out of bed.
He moved very carefully to let Eliot sleep in for a bit. They’d had a long night and he knew his boy needed his rest. He walked out of the room and into the apartment’s second bathroom so he could shower without disturbing the sleeping beauty. He dried off and dressed quickly before retrieving the gift bag from his hiding spot in the closet. He checked the contents one more time and removed two smaller boxes from the bag before he deposited it on the chair in the corner of their bedroom. He made sure the tag that said “For My Good Boy” would be clearly visible then left the room to start making their breakfast.
The bag held two gifts he’d purchased months ago for Eliot and they finally came in. Each box held a new vest for Eliot’s wardrobe. One of them was navy blue brocade with deep red accents over the boning, and it would very likely be put into rotation for everyday wear. The other would clearly be for around the house, or when they went out to the kinds of clubs where the sheer nature of it would be both allowed and appreciated. (Pretend the accents are the same deep red from the blue vest with the black mesh) The navy blue one was also labeledWear this one today written on a sticky note tacked to the box. Quentin had a special day planned for them.
The touch of soft lips to his forehead did little to rouse Eliot. However, a little later the loss of heat did begin to seep into his body and he shifted, reaching out for Quentin. The other side of the bed was empty and he reluctantly cracked open his eyes, A small groan left him as he stretched, but didn't get up. The bed was so comfy and warm. Eventually he made himself get up. He immediately zeroed in on the gifts that sat in the chair. Walking over he smiled upon reading the tag. He felt so cared for and loved when Sir got him gifts.
He opened both boxes and his breath caught. How beautiful and fashionable they were. He ran his fingers over the fabric of each as he lifted them. They were perfect, so stylish and he couldn't wait to wear the mesh one. Eliot was caught up in the generosity and nearly forgot himself. He carefully put the vests back in the boxes then pulled on his boxers and grabbed his robe. He hurried out toward the kitchen where he could smell coffee. He walked over to Quentin and knelt. "Good morning, Sir. I hope you slept well."
While he waited for Eliot to wake up, Quentin took the time to get their coffee brewing and set out what he wanted them to eat for their breakfast. It was nothing fancy, just some fruit, bagels with schmear, with a couple of eggs. It was his usual breakfast, mostly so he wouldn’t give away the fact that he meant for it to be a very special day for them. Sure he’d given Eliot new vests, but he had done that regularly enough over the course of their relationship that it wouldn’t necessarily indicate a special day.
He had just set their cups out when Eliot walked in and knelt like the good boy he was. His heart swelled with pride at seeing how easily his boy knelt for him. He just looked down at him for a few moments then nodded and reached out to brush his fingers through his hair. “You may stand.” Once Eliot was on his feet Quentin leaned up to give him what he meant to be a quick kiss while his hand snuck around to give his ass a quick grope. It turned into a deep, hungry kiss and he pulled their bodies together. His fingers dug into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks that would fade soon enough. He broke the kiss when he finally needed to breathe again and he stepped back with a grin.
He nodded toward the cups and food out on the counter. “The eggs still need to be cooked and you know how much I love watching you cook for us.” With that he stepped over and poured their coffee, leaving Eliot to fix his how he liked it while he added just a splash of cream into his cup and walked over to sit at the table with his phone. He really needed to find a job if he wanted to keep spoiling his boy.
Eliot smiled as he stood, the smile growing when he was pulled against Quentin. He fell easily into the deep kiss letting out a soft moan and wanting more when they parted. It left his lips tingling and he licked over them. "Your kisses are the best way to start off the day." Okay, sex would have been nice, but he knew this was an important day for Quentin and he was excited for him. He really hoped things went well for him.
"Yes, Sir, I'm on it." He took out a frying pan, added some oil and got the stove going. While he waited he added sugar to his coffee and gave it a stir. He added the spread to the bagels and the fruit to each of their plates. "Will you be out running errands all afternoon?" He cracked the eggs, adding them to the pan. It wasn't too long before they were ready and added to their plates which he took over to the table, setting Quentin's in front of him. He retrieved his coffee then joined him at the table. "May I have permission to eat, Sir?" He thought a moment then spoke again. “The vests you bought me are so beautiful. I love them. Thank you so much, Sir. I can’t wait to wear them.”
“OH I can think of a couple better ways, but we don’t have time for those today, unfortunately. But later…after dinner maybe.” He just smiled sweetly and left that hinted promise hanging in the air as he settled at the table with his coffee and phone. He knew he had interviews later that day, but he also wanted to keep his options open in case they didn’t pan out. He saved a few promising job notices he found then put his phone down to just watch his boy cooking their breakfast. He hadn’t been lying when he said he enjoyed watching him cook. Just looking at Eliot always made him feel better. It also reminded him how insanely lucky he was that Eliot had picked him to be his Sir. “Not all afternoon, but most of it. I tried to schedule them closer together, but that isn’t how it worked out.”
He sipped more of his coffee then smiled when his food was set down in front of him. “Thank you, my darling.” He reached out and gave his hand a quick squeeze before he picked up his fork to give his eggs a test poke to make sure they were cooked just the way he liked them. Which, of course, they were. His boy was a very good cook. Once Eliot was seated, Quentin nodded at the request. “Yes, you may, my darling.” He waited just another moment before taking the first bite of his food. “Perfect, as usual.” He always made sure to give praise when it was warranted. He ate in silence for a bit then continued the conversation. Mostly asking how Eliot was feeling about the place. Did he need anything else while Quentin was out on his errands?
“I am so glad you like them. I was a little bit worried about the colors, but I think they suit you very well. I can’t wait to see you in them. The blue one first. Tonight, I want you to look extra special for dinner.” He finished off the last bit of his bagel and coffee then carried his dishes to the sink. “I’m going to go finish getting ready to go. Please clean up our breakfast mess.”
Eliot nodded and began eating. "Thank you, Sir," he smiled. The compliments and praise given to him always sent a rush of warmth through him, making him feel good. It didn't matter if it was simple or more specific. Eliot let Quentin know he'd like some chocolate. It was his favorite after all. "Just something small, not some big fancy box or anything." He liked having a stash he could snack on.
"You did good. love them." It amazed him how Quentin's fashion sense had grown since he began purchasing him clothing. In truth, he now trusted him to pick anything he would wear. It surprised him considering how casual Q's wardrobe had always been. Maybe secretly he loved fashion. "Yes, Sir, I saw the note in the box." He couldn't wait to wear it.
"Yes, Sir." He finished his breakfast then used a cleaning spell to tidy up. He then went to shower. After he dresses he sought out Quentin. "Is there anything you need me to do while you're out."
Quentin nodded at the request for chocolates. He knew which kind Eliot liked best, so that made it very easy. Though he might still surprise him with a box of the good chocolates, but a small box because it was a special day. Once he was dressed and ready for his interviews he took the time to verify their reservation time and looked up when Eliot walked into the room. He smiled. “Just make sure the apartment is clean and that you are dressed, looking good and ready by five thirty.” He had only selected the particular vest he wanted Eliot to wear. HE knew the man would make sure the rest of the outfit matched perfectly. Quentin was definitely getting better at fashion, but he only really worried about it when it came to what Eliot wore. HE just made sure his own clothes were clean, comfortable and mostly matched.
Before leaving for his interviews, Quentin took the time to give Eliot a proper kiss goodbye and a quick grope for good measure. As near as he could tell, the interviews went well and that just made the day even better for him. He took the time to stop off at the grocery store to pick up a few things they needed, including a bag of Reese’s cups for Eliot. HE knew how much the man liked those. HE made his way home with his purchases and walked in the door at a quarter past five. “I’m home, El! Got those chocolates you asked for.” He took the time to get the groceries put away, leaving the bag of chocolates on the counter for Eliot to put where he kept his stash. Once that was done he went to their bedroom and quickly changed his clothes into his fancier pants with a nice shirt, tie AND a jacket. Yes, he got almost as dressed up as Eliot’s regular preferred level of dressed up. HE tucked the smaller box into his jacket pocket then moved to find Eliot.
"I'll have the apartment spotless and be ready at five thirty sharp." Eliot leaned into the kiss then pulled Quentin into a warm embrace. "Good luck today, Q. I know you're going to do great." He held him a few moments more, giving him all the support and love he could. Finally he stepped away and smiled, giving a wave before Quentin left the apartment.
The first thing he did was clean the apartment. In their bedroom he changed the sheets and had a moment where that sort off, strange feeling came over him. It passed quickly as usual, but it always made Eliot wonder what it was when it happened, but he never dwelt on it. And especially not today. It was a special day and because of that he decided he would take a a relaxing bath. Sure, it would have been better with Q, but he wanted to relax for whatever the evening would bring.
Eliot was just finishing up getting ready when he heard Quentin call out that he was home. He put on some cologne then rushed out to find Q in their bedroom. He knelt as the other was dressing, watching him. "You look so handsome, Sir," he said as he was given permission to stand. He kissed him and asked how the interviews went. They talked as they left through a portal that Eliot made. At the restaurant they were seated. He sat the menu on the table knowing the other would order for him.
Eliot did look very good on his knees. Quentin would never get tired of seeing that, and he took the time to admire the view before acknowledging his boy and he smiled at the compliment. “Thank you, darling.” He checked his tie in the mirror one last time before leaving for the restaurant. His interviews went well, he expected to get a call back soon. He was definitely hoping for the school, partly because it paid better, but mostly because he really did not want to work retail if he could avoid it. But he knew it might not be helped, and a job was a job. But if he could get the teaching job then Eliot wouldn’t be forced to get a job, he could stay home and be a pampered good boy who sometimes worked because he didn’t want to get bored being home alone all the time. It was a good dream anyway.
When they sat he ordered a glass of water for each of them, they would have wine with their meal and that would be decided once they picked what they would eat. He saw several things he knew Eliot would like and gave him two options to pick from. He gave their order to the server, along with the wine order. He gave a bit more details about the two jobs he was trying for, and asked if Eliot had any thoughts about what he might want to do for work, if they needed him to. Quentin really did not want Eliot to have to work. He wanted to take care of his boy in every way possible, but he knew that might not be possible, yet.
He thanked the server when the food came, eyed his plate then waited for Eliot to confirm his was as he wanted it then proceeded to eat his meal. They talked and ate, even laughed some. It felt at once perfectly normal and completely surreal at the same time. Quentin attributed that to their recent location change and left it at that, but it was still a slightly nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he just ignored as best he could. When they finished their meal and the plates had been taken away he looked over at Eliot and smiled. “Does my good boy want dessert too? I’ve heard really good things about their chocolate lava cake and the creme brulee.”
"This is a very nice restaurant, Sir." It was elegant, but not over the top. He hoped they would be back again sometime. As they ate and talked about Quentin's interviews and other things, Eliot couldn't help staring at the other man. He was so handsome and that smile of his made his heart melt. There was a time when he hadn't seen much of it and he'd missed it, had missed Quentin. But here they were now in a strong, steady relationship. There was part of him that was still surprised by that. However, he couldn't deny that he was happy and that he loved Q. There had been something about him from the moment they met. “The lobster was amazing. Everything was.” He really did hope they’d be back.
When he finished eating Eliot reached for Quentin's hand and gave it a squeeze, smiling at him. "Love you, Sir." He smiled again. "You know how much I love chocolate so I think I'll have the chocolate lava cake and more wine." He grinned and chuckled before moving his chair closer to Quentin. The waiter returned and dessert was ordered. Eliot brought his hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. He didn't care what anyone may think of him doing that.
He’d picked the place because it had good reviews and it was a little bit pricey, but still in his budget. “I’m glad you liked it, my darling. I was a little bit worried.” But only a little bit, he had gotten to know Eliot pretty well these past several months and he’d learned many of his likes and dislikes in that time. For example, Quentin knew full well that as soon as he heard the word chocolate, Eliot would pick that dessert and he just smiled. “I knew that’s what you would want.” He ordered when the server returned and shifted his hand to lace their fingers together. “I love you, too, Eliot.” He smiled at the kiss to his hand then gave Eliot’s a gentle squeeze.
Because he’d had the forethought to request the lava cake for dessert when he’d placed the reservation it was ready when they were and the server returned just a few moments later with their fresh drinks and dessert. Two spoons, so they wouldn’t miss a single drop of the ooey goodness at the center of the cake. Quentin handed the knife over to Eliot. “Go on and cut your cake, my darling.” He watched the center ooze out and smiled before taking one of the spoons and scooping up a bit of cake and chocolate ‘lava’ to feed Eliot. He proceeded to feed the man as much as he would allow and even managed to get a few bites in for himself. Were people watching? Who cared? He was spoiling his boy and they could take their judgment elsewhere.
When they were finished with their dessert Quentin stared at his wine glass. Finally, his nerves were catching up to him. He downed the last swallow then took a deep breath before turning to look at Eliot. He reached out for his hand before speaking, very serious, but still clearly nervous. “My darling boy, I don’t think you know how happy you made me when you agreed to be mine and let me take care of you the way you deserve.” He chewed on his lip a moment then looked into Eliot’s eyes and smiled at the love and trust he saw reflected back at him. It went a long way to helping soothe and calm him. “I love you, with all my heart. And I know I promised you that I would be your Sir, and take care of you, but I’ve not quite made that official.” He ran his thumb over Eliot’s finger as he reached into his pocket with his free hand. “This finger right here feels like it’s missing something. And this is just one part of your present tonight, but it’s just as important to show my commitment to you. To us.” He held the box out in the palm of his free hand. “Go on and open it.”
"You know me well, Sir." In fact, it surprised him sometimes how close they'd become, how Quentin knew him so well. It was a bit scary, but the man truly cared for him, loved him and he knew he could trust him with anything including his heart. And that was a lot scary. Even so the trust, comfort and love he felt for Quentin outweighed his fear for the most part. There was still that odd feeling now and then, but he attributed it to those feelings of being nervous that came with any relationship.
Eliot took the first offered bite of the chocolate dessert. "Mmm, it's excellent." Not that he expected any less. The fact that Quentin fed him was sweet and sexy and he was living for it. He grabbed the other spoon and fed Quentin the last bite then went in for a kiss. "You taste better than the cake," he grinned then stole another kiss.
A soft smile spread across Eliot's features as Quentin began to speak, his words warming him through. He wasn't sure why Quentin seemed nervous, but it was Q and well, he was who he was. "I think I know. You've made me incredibly happy and feel so secure and taken care of. I will always be your boy, Sir." It was the next few words followed by 'but' that made Eliot's entire world stop for a moment. His heart raced and for a few seconds he thought Quentin was going to break up with him and tell him he was no longer his boy. Then everything shifted again when he spoke again and ran his thumb over his finger. Missing something? Suddenly Eliot was presented with what he clearly knew was a ring box.
His heart raced once more as he looked into Quentin's eyes then slowly reached for the box. Was this...No, it couldn't be. He let out a shaky breath then opened it, his eyes going wide as they fell upon the ring. He recognized the symbol and immediately pushed back his chair then moved to kneel beside Quentin. He had to. He wanted to. "It's beautiful, Sir. Will you put it on me?"
Quentin watched Eliot’s face as he opened the box and smiled when he saw the recognition in his eyes. He knew he would understand the symbol on the ring, and everything it meant. He just hoped he’d picked the right colors for him. When Eliot slid to his knees Quentin smiled and pulled the ring from the box. “Of course I will, my darling boy.” He held the right out for Eliot to see the inscription on the inside of it: To my darling boy, love Sir. It was in a fancy but still easily legible script. He reached for Eliot’s hand and slid the ring onto his finger making sure the symbol was clearly visible. “I want you to try to make sure you wear it just like this, so everyone can see you are my good boy.” He admired the ring against Eliot’s skin for a moment then brought his hand up and kissed the back of it gently. Then he leaned in and kissed his boy properly on the lips. He was mindful that they were in public and did not let it turn into an inappropriate display, but they might have toed that line a bit before he pulled back and smiled. “Now get back up into your seat. As soon as I pay we can leave.”
They didn’t have to wait very long before the server was back by with their check. Quentin took care of that, left as much tip as he could afford, and did not leave them totally strapped for cash before he got a paycheck. He stood up and took Eliot’s hand then led him back out of the restaurant. He walked for a bit with him, just talking and exploring the town a little bit. He pointed out the direction the bookshop was in so that Eliot would know where it was if he ended up working there. He only walked a few blocks before he got impatient and made a portal that took them to their apartment building.
Once they were inside he looked over at Eliot. “Now I want you to go to the bedroom and undress. Wait for me on your knees like a good boy. I have to get something for you.” He leaned up and kissed him deeply, putting all his love and everything else he had in him for Eliot into that kiss. He pulled back and smiled. “Now go.” He gave him a gentle push toward the bedroom, and a playful smack to his ass when he walked away. He was so thankful they had two bedrooms in this apartment. It made it so easy to surprise Eliot because his good boy never went into the second closet when he was told not to.
The inscription warmed Eliot's heart, but it was a surge of energy that raced through him when Quentin slipped the ring on his finger. It fit perfectly like it belonged there never to be removed. "Yes, Sir, I promise I will always wear it just like this." He was proud to be Sir's good boy. The ring wasn't his collar, but it was a step in the right direction and told him he was getting closer to earning it. He fell into the kiss wanting more, but now wasn't the time or place. He stood when told and sat in his chair, but it wasn't long before he was up again after the bill was paid.
He kept looking at the ring as they walked and talked. Their walk didn't last too long and Quentin almost seemed preoccupied or something. Before he knew it they were back home and he was told to go to their bedroom, undress and wait for him on his knees. "Yes, Sir." He wrapped his arms around Quentin and let out a soft groan when it ended. "Another present? Sir, you are spoiling me rotten today. Naturally he assumed they were going to have sex after he was given the gift. Inside their room he undressed then carefully laid his clothes over the chair before he went to kneel at the foot of the bed to wait.
Quentin checked on the box with the collar and confirmed that it had not been disturbed since he put it there. He knew it wouldn’t be, but he still had to be sure. He opened the box to look at the collar. He thought it was beautiful, and would look beautiful next to Eliot’s skin. He carried the box with him into the bedroom and smiled at the sight before him. “Look at my good boy.” He walked over and set the box in plain view on the bed then reached down and used a single finger under Eliot’s chin to tilt his face up so he could look in his eyes. “You wait right here for me.” He tapped his finger against the man’s lips then stepped away and out of sight.
He took the time to undress down to just his boxers and then walked back over to sit on the end of the bed. HE pointed to the spot between his feet. “Come here, my darling boy.” He waited for Eliot to shift his position then smiled down at him. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this? You were made for this, to be my good boy and kneel at my feet. And to be loved and cherished by me for the rest of our lives.”
He reached behind him for the box and set it on his knees. He opened it to allow Eliot to see the collar inside. It was made of simple, very soft leather embossed with the same triskelion as the ring he wore on either side of the words Sir’s Darling Boy in a simple script. He took it out of the box and set the box beside him again. “I know we’ve done this before, but I need to hear you say it again.” As he spoke he undid the buckle that held the collar closed. “Do you, Eliot Waugh, agree to be my submissive? Will you trust me to know what is best for you? Will you allow me to cherish and love you the way you deserve, for the rest of my life?” He already knew the answer would be yes, but he needed to hear it before putting the collar on his boy’s neck.
Eliot straightened up even more when he was complimented, allowing his chin to be tilted up, then Quentin was gone again and he was waiting. He was curious about the gift, very curious. Sir had been so good to him and he knew money was tight for them right now. He would find a way to make it up to him, to return the love, the generosity. When he returned Eliot quickly moved to kneel at his feet. "Thank you, Sir," he smiled, feeling the pride he did with every kind word that came from his Dom. "Always and forever." The words were sincere and true. He would always be Quentin's come what may.
His gaze went to the box. It could be anything, but it definitely wasn't what he was expecting. Tears welled up in his eyes, a wave of emotion washed over, threatening to drown him. "Oh, Sir..." he whispered, looking up into his eyes. He could hardly believe it. The pride he felt went beyond any he had felt before, he was being collared, a symbol, a mark that he was Sir's that everyone could see and that he would wear with the utmost pride. His body began to almost tremble when the leather was unbuckled. "Yes, Sir, I agree to be your submissive and trust you with my mind, body, heart and soul, for the rest of our lives." A thousand times over and then some. He would always be his. Eliot couldn't say how he knew this, but it was something he felt deep in his soul. "Please, Sir, I've longed to wear my collar, your collar." It's not that he was necessarily impatient, but more that he wanted to wear the collar and show the world that he belonged to Sir and only Sir.
Quentin let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding when Eliot answered. Even knowing the answer, deep down he was worried because he knew that he wasn’t exactly Eliot’s type. Seeing the man with his ring, and now his collar would go a long way to put those worries to rest. “I know you have, my darling boy.” He reached out with the unfastened collar. “Lift your head up, darling.” He waited then fastened the collar around Eliot’s neck and shifted it so that the words were clearly visible to him. He ran his fingers over the words then looked into Eliot’s eyes. Yes, he was tearing up. He was so very happy. Happier than he’d ever been his entire life. “I love you….so very much.” He hooked his finger into the collar and pulled Eliot close for another slow, deep kiss.
He pulled back and motioned Eliot up to his feet. “Stand up for me.” He rose when Eliot did then took a moment to move the box to the nightstand. “You are to put your collar in this box when we get ready to sleep every night. And during baths or showers.” He stepped back over and stood behind Eliot. HE leaned up so he could speak into his ear. “Understood?” He waited for an answer then smiled and kissed the spot on the back of Eliot’s neck still visible with the collar on. He continued kissing along his shoulders then nibbled and sucked on a spot he knew to be particularly sensitive until he left a proper mark on his boy. He continued with those nibbling kisses as his hands began wandering over Eliot’s skin with feather-light touches until he was sure Eliot was on the verge of begging for more. And then he stepped back and walked around to admire how beautiful his darling boy was. “Look at you…so perfect for me.”
Eliot lifted his head up. The energy going through him was electric and he felt as if he could fly. He let out a sigh when the collar fastened around his neck. His fingers went to feel over it. It felt perfect. It felt like home. He met Quentin's gaze and smiled. "I love you, too, Sir." His heart was bursting with it and he was sure this was a high he would never come down from. The kiss held passion, love and care and he couldn't help prolonging it just a little.
He stood and nodded. He would take the utmost care of his collar. A shiver ran down his spine when Quentin stood behind him and spoke in his ear. "Yes, Sir." The kisses and nibbles sent good bumps along his skin and once Quentin found that sensitive spot and began to suck, his cock, already half hard, woke even more. He shivered and pressed back wanting more. Q got to him in so many ways. Eliot whimpered a little when the other stepped away, then visibly preened at the praise. "Thank you, Sir...Sir, may I go look at my collar in the mirror?" As much as he wanted sex with Quentin, he wanted so much to see what his collar looked like on him. After being given permission he walked over to the mirror, turning his head side to side, admiring it as his fingers once more brushed over the soft leather. "It's so beautiful." Walking back over to Quentin he smiled. "I love it, Sir." He pulled him closer for a deep kiss, putting into it everything he felt and only pulling back when he needed air. Eliot reached for the others hand and tugged him over to the bed. "Let me thank you properly, Sir."