Love Lessons (Love Language Book 2)

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by Reese Morrison


  Daddy yanked the blankets from the bed. You have ten minutes to get ready for the day, get dressed, and be in the kitchen ready for our run.

  What? Landon expressed his displeasure with a broad sign. But inside his joy simmered.

  And if you’re able to be respectful and finish all of your chores and homework today, I have something special planned for you.

  He tried not to look too interested, though he suspected that his joy was bubbling outside, too. What is it?

  Daddy gave an infuriatingly calm shrug and left the room. Dammit. Whatever it was, he wanted it. And had his ten minutes already started or did it start now?

  He hurried through his morning ablutions, even though peeing was difficult with his burgeoning erection. He added an extra pair of tight underwear under his shorts, feeling constricted and irritable and happy, all at once.

  He was pretty sure he made it to the kitchen on time because he wasn’t reprimanded.

  Daddy, he now noticed, was also wearing running shorts and his calves and thighs looked delicious. But even that couldn’t compete with his smile. Thank you for being responsible this morning. Please get yourself some breakfast and we’ll be leaving when you finish.

  It’s OK. I’m not hungry. He often didn’t eat before he ran.

  You didn’t eat last night, and I won’t have you running without protein and something to keep your blood sugar up. And you’ve told me that you get headaches sometimes when you don’t eat. So choose either cereal, yogurt, or toast and peanut butter.

  Landon huffed, but inside he was beaming. Daddy wasn’t taking away his independence, but he was taking care of him and keeping him on a short leash. He chose a yogurt, because it was fastest, and Daddy gave him a kiss on the forehead.

  He was doing well, and he could definitely earn his prize.

  They ran about six miles, taking the route that Landon usually took through the park and chatting a bit as they ran. It was relaxing and Daddy had an easiness about him that he hadn’t had before.

  Maybe because Landon kept calling him Daddy.

  So he made a point of doing it more often. Every time he did it made his chest feel light and warm.

  When they got home, Daddy teased him about being sweaty and told him to take a shower, so he didn’t smell. In any other context it might have sounded mean, but instead it felt affirming.

  Daddy made it clear that he wasn’t going to give Landon more than a quick kiss, but he also showed in a lot of small ways that he didn’t want to shake Landon out of the middle headspace that he’d slipped into this morning.

  It was even better when Daddy told him that he couldn’t touch himself in the shower.

  When Landon got out and walked innocently past Daddy wearing only a towel slung over one shoulder, Daddy just laughed, told him to get dressed, and gave him a soft slap on the ass to get moving. He hadn’t realized how comforting it was to not have his seduction efforts taken seriously.

  Or at least when he didn’t mean them, which he hadn’t that time. Daddy was hella sexy, but he mostly wanted to see what would happen.

  While Daddy took his shower, Landon got to figure out his clothes. He could make it a Lena day, but he kind of liked who he was right now. He just wanted more of it.

  He found a pair of jeans at the back of his drawer. They had too many holes for him to usually consider wearing when anyone would see him. And he should have thrown them away, but he kind of loved how they fit. They were cozy, but they also made his ass look good.

  Then, he found a black mesh shirt from what would normally be the Lena section of his closet and pulled out two black, leather wrists cuffs from his kink bin--fashionable and functional.

  He completed the look with heavy black eyeliner and checked himself out in the full-length mirror. The cuffs felt a little edgy and the holes in the jeans and tantalizing mesh made him feel sexy and wicked. Apparently middle Landon shopped on both sides of the aisle and was a little goth.

  He liked how he looked. He really liked it. This was how he’d wanted to dress in high school but hadn’t quite been confident enough to.

  He just hoped that Daddy liked it, too. It shouldn’t have been a big deal--Dustin hadn’t blinked when he presented as female, but Lena’s clothing was usually much more mature and elegant. And even though his typical Landon outfits weren’t so elegant, they were at least appropriate for a man of his actual age.

  Right now, he wouldn’t look out of place at a club. But it was barely ten in the morning.

  Out of the corner of his eye he saw the bathroom door opening and he rushed over to close his bedroom door. Maybe he should change clothes. Maybe this wasn’t what Dustin wanted at all.

  Of course, a closed door didn’t actually keep Dustin out.

  He only poked his head in at first. May I come in?

  Landon jerked his head to assent, but he was clutching his hands together and couldn’t bring himself to look up again.

  Dustin’s feet entered his view, droplets of water clinging to his hairy legs and tracing patterns down the arches of his feet. Landon thought about kneeling there, whether to beg forgiveness or hide or just be close he didn’t know.

  Dustin tugged up his chin. God, you’re adorable. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you. And it looked like he meant it. Like he was starstruck just watching Landon in his silly black makeup.

  Landon felt his breath rush out in a whoosh. I’m not adorable, he argued. Why the hell couldn’t he accept a compliment? Or let Daddy know how much his acceptance meant to him?

  Oh? What are you, then? Daddy seemed to find him amusing.

  I’m dangerous. He wanted to say that he was sexy, too, but he didn’t quite have the nerve.

  You couldn’t be more right, sweetheart. You’ve been dangerous to me since the moment I met you. Daddy leaned forward and gave him a lingering kiss, using his hand on Landon’s chin to keep him from moving any further.

  But just that simple, soft kiss combined with those controlling fingers had him melting inside.

  You want me like this? He’d meant to ask if Daddy liked his clothes, but it hadn’t quite come out that way.

  Daddy grinned broadly. I want you every way. However you want to present yourself and whoever you want to be. But especially like this when you let me know how much you need me to keep you in line and take care of you.

  Daddy’s expression sobered. I’m sorry that I took so long to figure things out. I was trying so hard to keep you safe in one way that I wasn’t giving either of us what we needed. I wasn’t being your Daddy. Do you think you can forgive me and let me start again? The right way this time?

  Landon made a show of considering it. He was going to say yes, because he would be an idiot to turn down such a perfect man if he could have him as his Daddy too, but he wanted to hear it first. What does that mean exactly?

  Daddy sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Landon into the circle of his arms, so that he half stood and half perched on his knee. It means that you’re mine. Every minute of every day. It means that you always check in with me and let me know where you are.

  Landon rolled his eyes, though he secretly loved the idea.

  And Daddy was totally on to him. But you mostly won’t need to, because I’ll need to see my dangerous boy a lot more than once a week. Maybe even every night.

  You won’t get sick of me?

  Daddy laughed. I don’t think you understand how obsessed I am. I worry about your sleep and your workload and whether your shoulders are getting too tight. I think about whether you’re having enough Lena days, and now I’m going to make sure that you have enough time to regress, too. If you give me permission, I’m going to smother you.

  That sounded like heaven. And what if I’m difficult? Like, even when I’m not trying to be bad, but I just am? This was the part that worried him a little bit more, because it felt so unbelievably freeing to be immature and defiant and know that Daddy would be there to set limits for him.

  Da
ddy got an evil glint in his eye. Oh, I know what to do with bad boys. You do what you need to do. Just know that there will be consequences.

  Landon went from feeling shmoopy and sweet to hard and horny in an instant. And it looked like Daddy did, too. The promises in his eyes made Landon want to drop to his knees, but with a very different intention this time.

  He started to do it, but Daddy grabbed his shoulders and stood up with him. That’s a reward for later. If you’re good.

  Landon pouted. Dammit.

  Now I believe you have some homework to do before you get to play.

  Double pout. Really?

  Daddy gave him another slap on the ass which, honestly, wasn’t a good motivator to get out his computer. Really. How long do you need to finish your lesson plans?

  Maybe two hours?

  Alright. Two hours and then we take a break and see if my good boy has earned a treat.

  The two hours flew by as Landon got lost in his lesson plans and even had some time to work on the budget proposal he’d needed to finish. But no matter how focused he was, he knew that Daddy was sitting next to him, typing on his own laptop and sometimes not-so-secretly just watching Landon work.

  When the time was up, he sat in Daddy’s lap and told him all about what he’d been working on. Daddy paid attention to every word and asked the right questions.

  He was so immersed that he’d completely forgotten why he was having a bad day yesterday until Daddy asked his next question. How did your presentation to the superintendent go?

  That jerked Landon back into the feeling of defeat that had sparked their whole scene yesterday. Though maybe since it had earned him his Daddy back, it was worth it.

  He was still angry, though. Daddy tried to hold him, but he had to get up to pace and rant.

  I figured out why they’re changing the program. And it’s total bullshit. It’s not about regulations or funding or supporting the students or anything even remotely legitimate. The superintendent has a daughter who’s deaf and he’s raising her completely oralist. Which is totally fine, you know? I mean, it would be nice if he gave his daughter a choice or wanted her to learn two languages, but whatever. Maybe she’ll learn to sign when she gets older like Ash did or maybe not, but it’s cool for her parents to make that decision with her.

  The shitty part is that apparently she’s getting teased at school, and instead of educating the teachers about how to handle it, the superintendent wants all of the Deaf kids integrated into the mainstream programs across the district. He thinks it would normalize things, but it would probably just subject them all to the same bullying and unprepared teachers. Not to mention that he thinks that being stuck in mainstream classes without sufficient interpreters would help them, and I quote, “have a normal childhood experience” and “learn skills for success in adulthood.”

  Daddy looked livid, which was gratifying since he hadn’t gotten any real support from his principal or Mrs. Eaves yesterday. And his fucking principal had known the whole time!

  So what’s your plan? Daddy finally asked.

  Nothing. There is no plan. It’s May and the budget’s already been set. School’s out in five weeks. I should have figured this out in December when I heard about it, but I thought my principal would do something and by the time I realized what was going on it was too late.

  Daddy squinted his eyes. I don’t know much about school districts, but I remember my parents fighting to get my IEP implemented every year. It’s the responsibility of the district, so you should have the parents raising hell. They could even threaten to sue. People make millions from school districts over stuff like this when it doesn’t get it fixed.

  Do you think that’s realistic? I’ve already had some of the parents complain to the principal.

  My parents threatened to sue every year. Our district didn’t have a program like yours, so they had to provide me with a one-on-one interpreter. I’d call the local newspapers, too, and get the kids and parents to write public letters. The superintendent’s not going to close your program if it means he might lose his position.

  I could lose my job over this.

  Daddy raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

  OK, I could lose my job and not get a referral for the next job.

  True. Or you could make a difference for the children that you care about and keep doing a job that you love. Honestly, Daddy looked him over, I’m surprised that my Danger Boy didn’t try anything like this already.

  Landon felt his cheeks warming. I’m only dangerous when you’re around. The rest of the time I kind of follow the rules. I don’t usually like getting in trouble.

  Daddy laughed. I think you’ve been trying to break the rules for a long time. You just needed permission and someone to keep you in line when you did.

  Maybe, he reluctantly agreed. But that sounded true, too.

  I can already see that you’re getting nervous and excited about getting started on this.

  Landon nodded and started toward his computer. Daddy snagged his hand and pulled him back into his lap. Not so fast. You need to eat, and I promised you a reward. We’ll work on this together this evening, but not until you’ve had a break.

  Landon didn’t see how that was possible. He was planning all of the things he wanted to say and who he would write to first and…

  Then Daddy was kissing him. Slow and gentle, taking over all his senses. His thoughts stuttered, then floated away. Daddy still kept kissing him, until his breathing got heavy and his arteries were flowing with liquid gold.

  Daddy finally drew back, then pressed their lips together for a final kiss.

  I’m not going to let you work too much, he insisted with another sweet kiss. Do I have your attention now?

  Yes, Daddy! Do I get my reward?

  Daddy’s eyes shone. Yep. Go get your shoes and jacket. We’re going out.

  Landon drew back. What?

  You thought your reward was going to be in the bedroom? Dustin’s eyes sparkled as he teased.

  Well, I would have been happy with the couch, too. Or the floor… Landon put on his signature seductive look, even though he was pretty sure it didn’t work on Daddy. Or at least it didn’t work until Daddy wanted it to. He kind of liked that, though.

  Shoes. Coat.

  Landon decided to give it one last try. I’m really hard, though…

  Daddy immediately ran a hand over his jeans, his palm massaging over the zipper and his fingertips slipping into the hole in the denim at the top of his thigh. Daddy’s eyes burned with desire and Landon arched back, chasing the electrifying pleasure of Daddy’s touch.

  But as soon as he started, he stopped. Wow. You really are hard, aren’t you? Daddy smirked. Go find your shoes.

  He was… That was… That’s not fair!

  You’re telling me you don’t want your rewards, Danger?

  No, he really wanted his rewards. And he liked his nickname too. He didn’t think he’d had a nickname before, since they weren’t used much in ASL, but he could definitely get used to it. It made him feel a little bit naughty and very cared for.

  He’d already put on his shoes and was tugging on his coat when his sleeve caught on his leather cuffs.

  Reluctantly, he took them off. He needed to take off the makeup, too. And probably put on a different shirt. And jeans. And...

  Daddy caught him as he turned. Hey, what’s wrong?

  It’s nothing. I’m just going to wash my face and then we can go. He tried to say it like it wasn’t a big deal.

  Daddy looked him over. Tell me what you’re thinking.

  I can’t actually go out like this. I’m not actually a teenager and I look like I’m going to a club or something. And I’m honestly too old for that, too, if it’s not Escape. He’d worked so hard on feeling comfortable as Lena, and he knew that this shouldn’t be as big a deal, but somehow it was. It was like he was starting all over again.

  Daddy pulled him into his arms and rocked him back and forth until he f
elt calmer. He was starting all over again, but with Daddy this time.

  Daddy finally took a little step back. I won’t push you on this until we’ve explored more, and I know what pushes you need from me. But I am always honored to have you at my side, no matter how you present yourself.

  I think I want to take off the makeup. It was too personal, and he wasn’t quite ready yet.

  That’s fine, Danger. But I want to see those cuffs back on your wrists. I might have plans for them later.

  Landon grinned. Daddy really didn’t want him to be able to walk normally when they went out.

  He quickly rubbed at his eyelids and ran back to where Daddy was waiting to put the cuffs on his wrists. It felt completely different this time, with Daddy putting them on there. Like a promise and a claim.

  In the car, Landon finally remembered to ask where they were going.

  To get your present.

  Landon was starting to realize why teenagers rolled their eyes so often. It was because adults were assholes.

  A few blocks later, though, they pulled into the parking lot of a big box hardware store.

  Wow, Daddy, I didn’t know we were this kinky.

  Daddy pulled him across the center of the car and gave him a luxurious kiss. That’s a lie. That’s also not why we’re here, though you’re definitely giving me ideas.

  They both hopped out of the car and Daddy slung an arm over his shoulders.

  You know we look really gay like this, right?

  What? Daddy asked innocently. I’m just showing my boy some manly things like hardware. What could be straighter than that?

  Oh, God. That was horrible. Are we really buying hardware? And are we going to be super gay?

  Daddy stopped in his tracks and turned Landon to face him. I will always do what’s necessary to keep you safe. I know that you’re not used to having a boyfriend, but I’ve been to this place with exes and with Zhong, who probably touches me more than any of them ever did, and no one has ever said a word.

  I promise you that if we walked in there holding hands and asked for the heavy-duty eye hooks and asked what gauge of rope I’d need to suspend about one hundred eighty pounds, they’d just point us in the right direction. But if you’re worried about it, we can pretend to be straight dude bros.

 

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