Jerry's POV

I woke up to the horrific sound of my phone's alarm and nearly tossed it across the room to get it to shut up. I felt so comfortable and so safe that I didn't want anything to end my calm. When I gained enough energy to take a look at my surroundings, I realized why I was so comfortable.

Robert's amazingly fluffy blankets were a big cocoon around me. As was the man himself, because he had completely wrapped me up in his arms and was slightly snoring into the back of my neck.

For some reason, I found myself smiling at that. There was something endlessly charming about this giant teddy bear of a man. From his cuddling to his tendency to throw people into walls to solve his problems, everything about him made me smile.

Which was just terrible.

Ugh.

This was not the plan.

Was the plan to be mooning after him, first thing in the morning, watching him sleep like I was some kind of creeper? No. That was not the plan at all.

I slipped out of bed and took a quick shower, this time keeping it fast and quiet. The last thing I needed was Robert lumbering over to jerk off while watching me, like last time. That was totally embarrassing.

The shower was amazing. I was already feeling relaxed from the ropes and the massage Robert had given me last night, but it was doubly awesome to be reenergized by scalding hot water.

Except after wrapping a towel around my waist, brushing my teeth, and prettying myself up, I realized that I had no clothes at all to change into. Which meant I had to go beg my tired Dom for some.

He was exactly where I'd left him, except he was cuddling a pillow instead of my body. His dark hair was a halo on his pillow and he was drooling a little bit.

How cute. Time to ruin his peace and quiet.

I shook his arm and whined. "Roberrrrt," I whispered, shaking him harder. "Please help me. I have no clothes."

Robert rolled over a little and mumbled, "That's fine, baby, you can stay naked."

"No, I have to go to classes," I explained, mentally wishing he'd at least open his eyes. "And I don't have time to go back to my dorm, get dressed, and walk to class."

Robert opened his eyes and rubbed at them. "Huh? What're you saying? Want breakfast?"

This man.

"No," I groaned. Then I reevaluated my priorities. "Well, actually, fuck yes. But Robert, can I please borrow some clothes?"

He grinned, sat up, and kissed my cheek with his gross-ass morning breath. "Morning, beautiful. How do you feel after last night?"

This mans was really not understanding my needs. I groaned, "I feel amazing, it was wonderful, but please let me borrow some clothes."

Robert blinked. "Oh, you want clothes? Sure."

This. Man.

"Yes, please," I said.

I glared at him as he rolled out of bed. He shuffled over to his bureau, rubbing one hand through his hand, and pulled out a white t-shirt. "You can wear your jeans from yesterday, right?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. "My pants won't fit you. And honestly, neither will my boxers. But you left those leather shorts here."

I wasn't going to school in leather shorts.

"I'll just go commando," I said, already hating my life. If my poor, vulnerable, little penis got caught in the zipper of my jeans, I was gonna loose it...

Robert gave me my clothes and watched, eyes totally glazed over, as I got dressed. This man was a horn dog. I had no clue how I was supposed to keep up with his insane libido.

"Hot— I mean, perfect," he said, shaking his head a little. I rolled my eyes and followed him down the stairs. "I'll make you some toast, okay?"

I was already running a bit late, but I knew that there was no way Robert was letting me leave his house without something in my belly. His Domly side happened to be nurturing as well as horny and sadistic.

"That sounds good," I agreed.

He cuddled on me a bit as we waited for the toast, and I really liked the attention. I let my head rest on his shoulder and closed my eyes. After yesterday, I was feeling closer to him in a way that I couldn't explain with words. I didn't want to leave him for classes at all.

Robert sent me on my way with a kiss, toast, a bottle of water, and a solid slap to the ass on my way out.

My shocked glare was enough to make him burst into laughter.

"That was disrespectful!" I yelled.

"Call me," was his response, blowing me a kiss goodbye.

I for sure wasn't going to.

I thought about him all throughout my classes for the day, probably because I was wearing his oversized t-shirt. Anyone who knew me sent me looks like I'd completely dove off the deep end, because I was always dressed to perfection. Someone even asked me if I was doing okay. It was utterly humiliating.

By the time I got dinner with Finn, Viv, Brianna, and Benny at the dining hall, I still hadn't managed to stop thinking about him. I turned to Finn.

"My guy," I sighed. "Robert and I did some really kinky stuff last night."

Finn gasped. "Yay!"

Viv and Ben high-fived. Brianna pouted and said, "Poor little Adam."

I waved her off. "Fuck Adam. I hope the trash guys mistake him for a barrel on pick-up day."

Brianna covered her open mouth.

I shrugged. "Anyway, yeah, he tied me up with some ropes and controlled when I could cum and it was super hot."

"Where is the problem?!"

"I'm so jealous," Ben sighed. "I would pay actual money for a man to tie me up and spank my ass."

I waved my hands up for their attention. "That's not the problem! The problem is, like...I don't know." Ugh, was my face turning red? Disgusting. "I guess, like...I can't stop thinking about him?"

Finn pounded the table with his fist and screamed, "YES! McHardin for the win!"

Viv stared at him. "What in the fuck did you just say."

Finn tossed his hair and nearly whipped me with a feather. "You just wouldn't get it. You'd have to be there."

Viv rolled her eyes at him. "Whatever, I think you're both extremely stupid. Jerry, I'm sorry, but it's not the rope that's making you think about the hot older guy. You're having feelings."

I gasped. "Not possible! I don't have those!"

"Oh, but you do," she continued ruthlessly. "Have you been thinking about him non-stop?" I nodded. "Have you been fighting the urge to tell him every funny things that have happened today?" I nodded. "Have you been thinking sexual things about him?" I nodded. "Those are feelings."

Bri touched her hand to her heart and cooed. "Aw, babe. Is that the way you feel about me?"

"Obviously, stupid," Viv scoffed. Brianna kissed her cheek and I gagged.

"Ew, no," I scoffed. "First off, ew. Second off, stop being gross and in love, I hate that. Third! I don't get feelings. I'm an independent Jerry. I live my life having fun sex sometimes, but mostly just spending an absurd amount of time on Netflix and studying."

Finn squinted at me. "How...how is watching Netflix and studying something that suddenly means you don't have feelings?"

"I don't know!" I was panicking. "I just feel like...ah! I feel like I'm such an introvert that having feelings for someone will take up too much of my time and energy."

"AN INTROVERT?!"

"Are you fucking mental?"

"He thinks he's an introvert?"

"I'm dead."

I waved my hands to get them to shut up. "Ah! I don't know! I'm losing my mind. I'm not an introvert, I just have the hobbies of an introvert! And I don't like having feelings for people. I like hookups. But also, he is so old!"

Finn scowled. "What's wrong with dating an old guy?"

I clapped my hands. "I have made a list in my brain of things that's wrong with it. Do you want to hear my list?"

"No," Viv said. Then she paused. "You made a list in your brain of reasons why you shouldn't be with this guy? Wow. You have feelings so hard."

"How does that mean that I have feelings, you donut?"

Viv's jaw dropped. "Was that a fat joke?"

"No, I read it—"

"We don't care! What Viv is trying to say," Finn cut in quite rudely, "is that you're in denial. It's okay, that's how Aidan was when we first got together. He had this whole list of stupid and inane ideas about why we shouldn't be together. 'I'm your teacher', 'I'm old enough to be your father', 'I could get fired'. You know. Dumb stuff."

Brianna nodded, looking like she was judging him very hard. "Riiiight. Silly little things like that."

"Dude, those are my reasons why I can't have feelings!" I yelped. "He's old enough to be my father! He doesn't understand any of my references. What if, like, my parents think he's a creepy weirdo? My parents definitely will think he's a creepy weirdo. Doesn't your mom think Aidan is a creepy weirdo?"

Finn looked at his salad quizzically. "Hmm. Yeah. I don't know, I haven't really told her yet."

"How?!"

"Screw your parents," Brianna said, tossing her hair over her shoulder in an uncharacteristically sassy way. "If the one reason why you're holding back from this guy is because you're afraid of what your parents will think, screw 'em."

But unlike Finn and Brianna, I liked my parents. Sure, they had no clue what pansexual was. They also thought that going to school for marketing was a waste of time. But did they love me even though they didn't understand me? Of course.

I decided to text my parents in a group chat. Hi my favs! how would you feel if I dated a guy who's 43?

"Okay, I asked my parents if they would be okay with it," I informed my friend group.

"What?!" Finn yelped. "No, that wasn't our advice!"

"I don't think you understood any of what we just said!" Brianna gasped, looking absolutely horrified.

Clearly they didn't have such honest relationships with their parents.

Besides, I didn't want to have feelings for Robert. I could admit that I did, only an idiot would pretend otherwise. But if it took judgement from my parents to make my feelings go away, that's what it would take.

The text came back fairly quickly.

Dad: is he a nice man?

Mom: lol!

"Pretty sure they think I'm joking," I sighed, shaking my head a little. "Dang. Looks like I'll have to clarify."

Me: I'm not actually dating him yet, but I have a bit of a crush...he's super nice

And then I looked back up at the table of shocked faces.

"I can't believe you're just casually talking to your parents about this," Ben said in awe. "I mean, seriously, I haven't even told my parents that I'm gay yet."

Finn rested a hand on Ben's and smiled at him. "That's okay, Benny! It's your own business. You can tell them in your own time."

Ben blushed and nodded, making eyes at Finn. Ben was such a horny little slut.

My phone dinged and I looked down at the text, which said, What?

And then, there was a chilling follow-up text. Please tell me we're not talking about Adam Lincoln right now.

Except my parents didn't know about Adam Lincoln. My whole heart dropped into my stomach when I saw who I texted.

"HOLY FUCK!" I screamed, gathering the negative attention from many tables around me. "YOUGUYS. YOUGUYSFUCK. I TEXTED ROBERT."

I threw my phone into the middle of the table and we all leaned over to inspect the damage. Apparently Robert had texted me after my parents had, with the words, When you come over tomorrow, bring some stuff to leave. Some extra clothes, a toothbrush, shampoo or whatever. You'll be spending a lot of time at my place ;)

"Wow..." Finn said, in shock and awe. "And then you responded with... that."

"I'm going to die," I said, dropping my head to the table and feeling waves of shame roll over me. "This is the worst thing in the entire world. Nothing could be worse right now. Adam Lincoln, if you're hearing this, give me all Fs on my papers. I don't care. My life is over anyway."

Finn looked around the room. "Careful, I kind of think that if you say his name he'll appear. ...like Voldemort."

"I'll never recover from this," I moaned, panic increasing as I stared at my phone.

Another text came in. Jeremy.............

"Answer him!" Finn yelped. "That's his stern tone! Robert's stern tone scares me, please God answer. What if he punishes you?"

I rolled my eyes. "He can't do that."

"Yes he can!"

"I'm a citizen of the United States of America," I scoffed. "I have rights."

"Answer him!"

And then another text came in. Answer me boy

"AH!" I screamed. "Oh God. He said boy. Okay, um, I'll just say I accidentally copied a text from someone else into our messages and then...oh shit. I have to fess up, huh?"

"Yup," Finn said. And then he started to whisper, "McHardin for the win, McHardin for the win, McHardin—"

"Shush!" I said, shooing him. "Okay, I'm gonna send, oh oops that was for someone else. of course I'll bring a bag to your house."

I sent the text and we all waited. Oh really? well when I see you tomorrow, I can't wait to hear all about this nice guy you like

"That is so ominous," I whispered. "Does he know? Does he not know and is acting jealous? Oh God. Wait...can he really punish me?"

"Oh yeah, you're definitely going to be punished," Finn whispered. "Hot. If you send me a video of that, I'll talk Aidan into making a sex tape for you."

"Holy— yes PLEASE!"

Finn and I make devious sex tape plans for the rest of dinner, but now I really couldn't get my mind off of Robert. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.