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Simon 2
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Simon was definitely in a shit situation, that much at least was obvious. He didn't want a sub. He really didn't want a sub. Of all the kinds of people he wanted in his life right now, a sub was at the complete bottom of the list. But he also didn't want to screw this guy's entire life over just because his sister was a nosy pain in the ass. He wondered yet again what Jen had been thinking, what bizarre train of thought had led her to the conclusion that buying her little brother a sub as a surprise gift was a good idea, or anything besides the terrible idea it really was.
Well, whatever she'd been thinking, he was stuck with this monumentally shitty situation. If he could deal with it without fucking up everyone else's lives in the process, he'd be thrilled.
"You said 'returned so soon'," he finally responded.
Noah hesitated a moment before nodding, as if he wasn't sure if Simon was actually done talking. "Yes, that's what I said."
"So when would be an okay time to return you?"
"Ah, well, it would look better if you sold me back instead of returning me..."
Simon exhaled slowly and tried not to roll his eyes. He was doing his best not to take out his annoyance on Noah, but the other man was making it difficult. "Okay, but when?"
"A year wo--"
"What?!" Any success he'd had at not being angry was blown to smithereens.
A whole year. He didn't want a roommate any more than he wanted a sub, but at least he could tolerate one for a little while. A month, he'd have agreed to easily. Maybe even a few months. But a whole fucking year?
Belatedly, he noticed he was on his feet and Noah was cringing away like he'd been slapped. Fuck, see, this is why this is a bad idea. Simon took a deep, slow breath and sat back down. He had a brief pang of resentment and regret; he didn't really have that bad of a temper, he just didn't like nasty surprises, and now this other guy - who might be living with him for the next year, dammit - was getting a completely wrong impression of him as some kind of angry asshole. Fuck my life.
"Six months?" Noah offered the option hopefully and a little nervously.
Simon sighed and put his head in his hands. He'd never even had a pet dog and now he had this... this stranger he was responsible for. Or something. "I'm not making any promises. You can stay here for now. Do whatever you want, I don't care."
"Thank you, sir." And somehow, for some reason, despite having his entire career apparently hinging on the whims of a guy who wanted fuck-all to do with it (also known as Simon), Noah sounded relieved. Pleased, even. Simon wondered yet again if this was just how subs acted.
He would at least read the book... but like hell was he going to use the collar. He was going to have an awkward roommate for a while. He was not going to have a sub.
They sat in silence for a few minutes more, then the oven timer beeped and Simon busied himself with taking the pizza out of the oven. As he started to pull out a couple plates, Noah quietly stood and nervously (though Simon could tell he was trying not to look nervous) crept closer. "Can I help?"
Simon started to snap out a curt no but something about the other man's attitude stopped him. Would it really be so terrible to let his guest-slash-roommate set the table? (The answer was no, it wasn't so terrible.) So instead, he nodded and gestured at the cabinets. "Plates are up here, utensils in the drawer next to the fridge."
Noah smiled brightly and busied himself with the dishes while Simon cut the pizza into slices. For the first time, Simon realized that Noah wasn't actually much taller than he was.
Simon was definitely in a shit situation, that much at least was obvious. He didn't want a sub. He really didn't want a sub. Of all the kinds of people he wanted in his life right now, a sub was at the complete bottom of the list. But he also didn't want to screw this guy's entire life over just because his sister was a nosy pain in the ass. He wondered yet again what Jen had been thinking, what bizarre train of thought had led her to the conclusion that buying her little brother a sub as a surprise gift was a good idea, or anything besides the terrible idea it really was.
Well, whatever she'd been thinking, he was stuck with this monumentally shitty situation. If he could deal with it without fucking up everyone else's lives in the process, he'd be thrilled.
"You said 'returned so soon'," he finally responded.
Noah hesitated a moment before nodding, as if he wasn't sure if Simon was actually done talking. "Yes, that's what I said."
"So when would be an okay time to return you?"
"Ah, well, it would look better if you sold me back instead of returning me..."
Simon exhaled slowly and tried not to roll his eyes. He was doing his best not to take out his annoyance on Noah, but the other man was making it difficult. "Okay, but when?"
"A year wo--"
"What?!" Any success he'd had at not being angry was blown to smithereens.
A whole year. He didn't want a roommate any more than he wanted a sub, but at least he could tolerate one for a little while. A month, he'd have agreed to easily. Maybe even a few months. But a whole fucking year?
Belatedly, he noticed he was on his feet and Noah was cringing away like he'd been slapped. Fuck, see, this is why this is a bad idea. Simon took a deep, slow breath and sat back down. He had a brief pang of resentment and regret; he didn't really have that bad of a temper, he just didn't like nasty surprises, and now this other guy - who might be living with him for the next year, dammit - was getting a completely wrong impression of him as some kind of angry asshole. Fuck my life.
"Six months?" Noah offered the option hopefully and a little nervously.
Simon sighed and put his head in his hands. He'd never even had a pet dog and now he had this... this stranger he was responsible for. Or something. "I'm not making any promises. You can stay here for now. Do whatever you want, I don't care."
"Thank you, sir." And somehow, for some reason, despite having his entire career apparently hinging on the whims of a guy who wanted fuck-all to do with it (also known as Simon), Noah sounded relieved. Pleased, even. Simon wondered yet again if this was just how subs acted.
He would at least read the book... but like hell was he going to use the collar. He was going to have an awkward roommate for a while. He was not going to have a sub.
They sat in silence for a few minutes more, then the oven timer beeped and Simon busied himself with taking the pizza out of the oven. As he started to pull out a couple plates, Noah quietly stood and nervously (though Simon could tell he was trying not to look nervous) crept closer. "Can I help?"
Simon started to snap out a curt no but something about the other man's attitude stopped him. Would it really be so terrible to let his guest-slash-roommate set the table? (The answer was no, it wasn't so terrible.) So instead, he nodded and gestured at the cabinets. "Plates are up here, utensils in the drawer next to the fridge."
Noah smiled brightly and busied himself with the dishes while Simon cut the pizza into slices. For the first time, Simon realized that Noah wasn't actually much taller than he was.
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