His Pet [BL]

Chapter 4

Morgan insisted he needed a nap before dinner so he was resting face down on the futon while I sat on one of the stools that belonged to the island and Caesar started to prepare dinner. 

He was washing his hands when he looked across the counter to me. "Do you want to help?" 

"I'm okay." I quickly declined, and from the small smirk Caesar gave, he probably already knew his answer. Back when Declan was still in high school, we mostly had take out or microwave dinners because neither of us could make anything. That was until he started coming over and making all our meals. 

He preheated the oven before going through the fridge. "What was in that package?" 

"Hm?" He glanced at me over his shoulder. "Just a few accessories and such. I can show you a little later." I nodded silently. "You know, dogs aren't supposed to be in the kitchen if they're not helping." 

I puffed out my cheeks but quickly stood up. "I'll help but I'm not very good." 

"You used to help me a bit before. Just listen and I'll tell you what to do, yeah? Wash your hands first." He praised me with a small nod once I did. "Good, over in the pantry there should be some pizza sauce. Fetch it for me?"

"This?" 

"That's tomato paste. I want the pizza sauce." I pushed a few cans around until I brought out another. 

"This?" 

"Yes, very good." He grabbed it from me and popped the lid open. We stood side by side silently while he prepared everything. He'd occasionally tell me to get something for him but that's the limit of what I'd do. 

I was grateful for the minimal work. 

"Is that all?" 

"I just have to put it in the oven and it should be done in about twenty minutes or so." 

I sat back down on the stool while he opened the oven and set the pizza in. When he was done he washed his hands again before stopping in front of me. "I've been hearing Morgan call you puppy a lot today. Is that right?" 

"Yes." 

He turned my stool so I was facing him and placed both hands on the sides. My breath caught in my throat when he caged me in. "I've always seen you as a dog. You're timid and not as rowdy as a puppy but I see his points." He admitted casually. "When Declan isn't here you seem to find yourself in certain messes with Morgan." 

My gaze was curious. "Messes?" 

"Mm, he takes advantage of your dependency on others." He looked further down on me. "But I do admit, you're starting to resemble a puppy. What do you think about being a little puppy?" 

My shoulders hunched shyly. "I don't know." 

"That's okay," He assured with a nod, "but tell me. What do you think about being a pet? When I asked you earlier your face turned a pretty shade of red and you ran off." 

"You were serious?" 

"Of course. What made you think I was joking?" My lips parted but I struggled to get anything past. "You'd look adorable in a collar, don't you think, puppy?" The way it carelessly rolled off his tongue made me feel small, little compared to him. He was noticeably taller than me, standing at 6'1 while I was 5'8 and Morgan was just an inch shorter than me. 

"I- um, I'd be your pet?" 

"Of course. I could even get you a collar with my name." 

"That's okay!" I rushed out. His lips twitched up and my heart had a mini attack from how attractive he was. It was almost unfair. "You're friends with Declan." 

"Probably best friends. Besides that little pest on the couch he's about my only other close friend." 

"Caesar! I told you to stop calling me a pest. I don't like it." Morgan's head suddenly popped up and he yawned tiredly. "Besides- Harrison's your friend too." 

"Morgan," I exclaimed feeling embarrassed, not knowing he'd been listening. "Go sleep somewhere else." 

A lazy smile took over his lips. "Why? Are you embarrassed?" My hands wrung together. "Don't worry, I'm going back to sleep." He waved me off and stumbled off the couch. 

"Sit back down. You know you're not allowed to sleep in my bed." 

"But Harrison said to sleep somewhere else and he's our guest." 

Caesar's eyes narrowed on him as he pondered. "I'll have a talk with you later. Go lay down." Morgan pushed his hair back with a sheepish look before disappearing into Caesar's room. 

He took his hands away from the stool and took a step away. "Do you see how he acts? No matter how many times I train him, he's disobedient." I looked back and forth from the closed door and to Caesar. "I'd like an obedient pet for a change." 

My breath hitched again. "Why- why do you treat people like pets?" 

"Do you think it's odd?" My nod was hesitant. He leaned against the counter and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I like the relationship between a pet and it's master." 

"Why?" 

"Pets love their master no matter what. They may be disobedient and rowdy sometimes but their master is the only thing they can depend on. They have no choice but to obey." 

"But I'm not a pet." 

He held his large hand out to me and I stared at it for a moment before grabbing it. He mutely led me to the front entrance where he left his package. 

After letting go of my hand, he picked the box up. He'd already opened it earlier to inspect it. "What is it?" He had a few different things in there but he pulled out a collar first. I felt my stomach swoop. What was he going to do with that? 

"Turn around." 

My lip caught between my teeth before I slowly turned and felt his hands brush my neck. "One of the things I really appreciate is your will to obey. You never question me when I tell you to do something." I heard him unclip the collar before wrapping it around my neck. "I'm positive if I told you to strip down to nothing but this collar you'd obey without hesitation." He tightened it and pulled for good measure. "Turn around." 

I turned back to face him but wouldn't meet his eyes. "Is it too tight?" He stuck two of his fingers in the space between my neck and the collar. 

"No." He tugged the collar and I stumbled into his chest. 

He leaned down to my height. "This makes you my pet." He cupped my cheeks and willed me to look at him. "And what an adorable puppy you are." 

He straightened to his full height and patted my head. "Why don't you go get Morgan? The pizza will be done in a few minutes." 

My hands gently ran over the collar. "You're not going to take it off?" 

"Why should I?" 

"Because-," I racked my mind to come up with any defense, "I'm not a dog."

"But you're still my pet." He tugged the collar. "This shows you're my pet. Does the collar bother you?" 

"Well, no but..." I trailed off not knowing what to say. "Morgan's going to tease me." 

"One day I'll show you something you can tease him about. He'll keep his mouth shut after that." 

"What is it?" I questioned curiously. 

"Go wake him up and we'll eat together. Make sure you both wash your hands. I don't need dirty pets at the table." He waited patiently for any other objections before I nodded. 

My fingers traced the collar the whole way I trailed to Caesar's room. He called me his pet and I let him. 

I liked when he called me his pet. 

I was his pet? 

I peeked inside the room and saw Morgan sleeping in the middle of the bed. He was letting out a steady breath as his hair fanned his face messily. "Morgan?" Quietly creeping over, I leaned over the bed and shook his leg. "Morgan?" 

He moaned and rolled over to face me but didn't open his eyes. "Are you awake?" When he didn't answer I got on the bed and pushed at his back. "Wake up. The pizza is done." 

"Shut up." He groaned and grabbed my hand. He pulled making me lose my balance and fall next to him. "Sleep with me." He wrapped his arm around me tightly and threw his leg over my torso. 

"Morgan," I glared at his calm figure and pushed his arm. "Caesar said-"

"Yes yes, Caesar said. I understand." He opened his eyes and looked down at my collar. He suddenly seemed wide awake as he sat up. "There's a collar on your neck! Oh my goodness does Caesar know? Did Caesar do this? Why didn't he wake me up?" He kept rambling as he shifted and straddled me. 

"Get off," I whined out while pushing at his chest. "You're heavy." 

He sat on top of me while tracing my collar. "You look so cute, Harrison." He pulled it sharply making my head lift. 

"Don't do that." With a groan, I pushed his hands off the collar and huffed. "Get off of me." Morgan hummed airily before grabbing my hands and held them above my head. "Morgan!" 

"Why?" He asked softly. "You look so submissive like this. You can't even sit up by yourself." I peered up at his piercing eyes meekly. "Do you want my help?" Even arching my back didn't make him budge. "You'll have to ask like a proper pet. Beg me." 

"W-What?" 

"Beg me to let you up." 

"Get off, Morgan!" I kept struggling and he watched me with a smile. 

"Beg." We must've stared at each other for a solid minute, both of us were unwilling to break first. "Caesar's going to be upset if we don't hurry up." He sang. 

I swallowed my pride and finally broke eye contact. "Please." 

"Huh? I couldn't hear you." 

"Please." 

"Puppies don't beg like that and you're a puppy aren't you? So beg me like one." His hands tightened around my wrists. 

"Please let me up." 

"Hmm?" 

My cheeks burned hotly. "Please help me up." 

Morgan removed his hands and put one to his cheek in thought. "Caesar will teach you how to properly beg but for now it's fine." I pushed his chest harshly and he fell back. "Don't be mad, Harrison." He rolled onto his stomach and kicked his legs in the air. "You're cute like that." 

"Asshole." His smile widened. 

"I'm sorry for pinning you down. Do you forgive me?" 

"No." He laughed heartedly and rolled off the bed. He strolled into the bathroom and I reluctantly followed him so I could wash my hands too. 

"What about now?" 

"No."

While we washed our hands he kept eyeing me. "Are you still mad? I told you I feel guilty when people are mad at me." 

"Good." 

"Harrison," He whined and caught my arm before I could leave "I don't like when people are mad at me. I was only playing around." 

"I don't like when you play around like that." 

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again." He peered innocently at me with puppy dog eyes. "Please forgive me." 

"Fine," I replied dully, "But stop touching me so much."

"Deal!" He engulfed me in a hug as though he didn't just listen to what I said. "I promise I won't play around too much." 

"Whatever." He grinned and glanced down at the collar again. 

"You do look very cute though." I pushed him away and walked out of the bathroom. 

"Hey! It was just a compliment!" He trailed behind and babbled on about this and that. 

When we entered the kitchen the pizza was on the counter and Caesar was setting out some dishes. "Did you wash your hands?"

"Yup! See?" Morgan all but shoved his hands in Caesar's face. He didn't seem to mind that much as he grabbed his hands and turned them over. 

"Good, go sit down."

"Okay!" He chirped before plopping down at the table. 

"Let me see." He instructed. I presented my hands to him and he grabbed them in his before turning them over. "Good, go sit." He used to do this a lot when I was younger. "What do you two want to drink?" 

"Lemonade! And fruit punch too."

"You can only have one, Morgan."

He looked utterly distraught. "But I like mixing them." 

"You can have Lemonade. What do you want Harrison?" 

I twisted my fingers together in my lap. "I like fruit punch." Morgan's eyes lit up. 

"Can I mix them now?"

"No." 

Later, when Caesar saw Morgan mixing the lemonade and the fruit punch he didn't say anything. "Thank you for dinner, Caesar. I'll clean up." He nodded at Morgan in appreciation and stood up from the table. 

"I'll help you." I offered while picking up my plate. 

"He can do it," Caesar overruled. "We should get going soon. It's getting late." He picked his car keys off the island counter. 

Morgan pauses before a frown fell to his lips. "You're leaving?" I nodded silently. "You can't leave, Caesar tell him he can't leave~" He whined, and I hated to admit it but it was a little cute the way he seemed genuinely upset I was leaving. 

"I told him I'd take him home before it got dark."

"But- but we were going to have a sleep over and he was going to be there so you couldn't bully me anymore." 

"You can see him some other time."

Morgan's lips just kept tilting down with every passing word. "You don't want to stay?" When his distraught eyes fixated on me I felt nervous. 

"It's not that-"

"Then why won't you stay?" I looked between the two of them and opened my mouth but nothing came out but a squeak. 

"Leave him be and finish cleaning up." 

"Can he stay the night? I promise we'll be quiet and we'll both sleep on the futon." 

"Have you asked him if he wants to?" 

His bright eyes focused on me with hopeful excitement. "You wanna stay, right? You don't even have to help me clean, I can do it on my own." 

I did end up staying, and I even helped him clean. "Caesar's an ass, I swear." He huffed while we sat on the futon. "I only said we'd both sleep on the futon because I thought he'd be nice and let us sleep in his bed." 

He turned to me and sighed blissfully. "But it's not all bad. I get to sleep cuddled up to you." I made a strange noise when he moved close to me. "I might even have to sleep on top of you. Unless you'd like me to be the bottom. I like both." He winked. 

"Shut up and lay down." I murmured feeling embarrassed. He laid down next to me and smiled. "Would you stop looking at me like that? It's weird." 

"Sorry." He didn't looked anything close. I turned away from him abruptly and stared into the dark room. "What's up?" 

"Nothing." 

"You're so cold towards me. I know we're not that close but still." He threw his leg over mine and scooted closer. I didn't bother telling him to move it. I'm sure he was about to fall off the futon anyway. "Is this too close?" 

"Yes." 

"Want me to sleep on the floor?" 

"No, it's fine." 

He gasped and put his head up. "Oh? Does that mean you want to sleep with me?" I didn't answer him. I merely listened to the sound of him giggle again. "Hey, Harrison?" 

"What?" 

"I like your collar." 

"Shut up." 

"No, I really do. I have one too." He admitted and I turned back around to face him. 

"You do? Why don't you wear it?" 

"I lost it." He smiled sheepishly. "Caesar won't give me a new one until I've earned it." 

I bit the inside of my cheek. They've always seemed really close. Even more so than how Caesar was with Declan. I wouldn't admit it but it bothered me. "Are- ah never mind." I swallowed my words, suddenly feeling stupid to even think about it. 

"Huh? Am I what?" 

"Never mind."

"Tell me." He urged childishly. "I promise not to tell a soul." 

I looked anywhere but him. "Are you two, like, dating?" 

"Am I dating Caesar?" I nodded and he laughed. "Why? Would that bother you if I said yes?" 

"No. Of course not." I rushed out. 

He brushed a piece of my hair from my face. "If I were dating Caesar, and I knew you liked him, I wouldn't let you in this apartment." 

"Oh."

"Oh?" He laughed again. "This crush you have on him must've grown into love by now. How long have you liked him? Ten years now?" I didn't answer him. He yawned and laid his head down. "I guess it's none of my business." 

We laid there silently unable to sleep. I don't know how long we just stared at each other awkwardly- well, I felt awkward. He'd smile every time we'd make eye contact and I'd look away quickly. 

Just as I was starting to feel sleepy, the lights flicked on and Caesar walked out of his room. "Come on." Morgan got up without hesitation, as though he expected this. 

"I knew you'd come for me. I was just waiting." He spoke confidently. Caesar pushed his head down and Morgan laughed before sauntering into his room. 

"You too, come on." I got up gratefully and followed him. "What do you think you're doing?" He spoke to Morgan. 

"Well, I was trying to sleep." 

"Pets sleep at the foot of the bed." 

His face morphed into horror. "By your feet?" I sat down on the edge of the bed as Morgan started begging. I looked around his spacious room and saw a bunch of different books lying around carelessly. He didn't have much besides a TV, bed, and plenty of stray papers. 

"Lay down." Caesar tugged lightly on my collar and I turned my attention to him. Morgan was sitting in the same spot with an accomplished look on his face. 

"I told you he'd let us sleep with him." 

"Do you want to sleep by my feet that bad?" He shut his mouth but patted the spot next to him. I laid down stiffly between the two of them. 

"Hey, Caesar?" 

"Go to bed. You can ask me tomorrow."

"But what if it can't wait till tomorrow and it's really, really important?" 

"Sleep, Morgan." 

"Do you see how mean he is, Harrison? He'd never treat you how he treats me." 

"Harrison is a good boy. Once you start acting like that I'll treat you that way as well." I made a startled sound when his hands traced my neck. "Sit up so I can take your collar off." 

"I don't sleep with it on?" 

"I'll put it back on in the morning." He assured and slipped it off my neck. 

My neck felt bare without having it.

I mentally pouted but looked forward to tomorrow to have it on again. Even if I didn't completely understand this whole situation or what was going on, I liked it so far and that was enough for me.