“Say it again, boy, if you want my cock.”
“I don't…”
Craig pushed the head of his cock into the boy far enough to stretch but not enough to provide any relief. "You do, rabbit. Say it. Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Logan sniffled and started to cry.
“Good boy,” Craig repeated, then thrust into Logan’s tight heat and didn't stop until he bottomed out. “Let Daddy make it all better.” He’d wondered, before he’d actually said them, if the words would feel false in his mouth, but they didn’t. They felt oddly, but exactly, right.
11
Logan Falls Apart
Logan was crying and he wasn’t sure why. There was an amazingly nice cock in his ass and, despite its apparent inexperience with both men and anuses, it was fucking him just the way he liked: hard and deliberate and relentless. It felt fantastic, but there were tears leaking out of his eyes and wetting the blanket under him just as much as was his hard, dripping cock.
Maybe it was relief.
Maybe it was a release of the all the tension and fear and anxiety he’d held so close for far too long.
Or maybe it was because Craig had said “Let Daddy make it all better,” then thrust his dick into Logan’s body.
Whatever it was, tears made way to sobs as Craig thrust into him again and again and again.
Craig pulled out, making Logan sob harder. He was close, so close. “Please,” he moaned. “Please. I’ll do anything.”
There was a sharp slap on his ass. “Turn over, rabbit.” Logan rolled so that his tender ass rubbed against the coarse blanket. He looked up, through watery eyes, at a stern, frowning Craig. He removed the condom and threw it aside, then started jacking himself. “I’m gonna come on you, all over you, while you touch yourself. Don’t come before me, or stop touching yourself. Rule forty-seven."
Logan groaned and grabbed his dick. He was seconds from shooting his cum all over Craig’s chest, so he bit his lip and tried to concentrate.
"You know we've gone too far, right, rabbit? Do you know I looked at all those videos you left on my laptop? Some of them more than once. All those men. All those boys. And each one crying out, “Daddy!” Then here you are, in my house, eating my food, ending up in my bed, and you call me that. You call me Daddy. Accident or on purpose, it doesn't matter. It's too late, Logan. You're mine. All mine. Do you understand?"
Logan didn't, not really. He'd had Daddies that lasted for months and ones that lasted for hours. It was a sexual kink—and not a particularly uncommon one—nothing more. Craig made it sound sacred and inevitable, though, and Logan wasn't going to argue with him. Hot, financially successful single man willing to dick him and be called Daddy, in exchange for some sort of ill-defined but potentially lengthy commitment? Sure. Sign Logan the fuck up for that. He didn't have to be asked twice.
“Yes, God. Please, Daddy. Come on me. Please. I need to… I have… Please. I can’t wait any longer.”
Craig frowned down at him and stopped touching himself. “You can. You will. If you can do twenty chin-ups, you can hold onto your orgasm.”
“Please.”
“Tell me the truth, Logan.” Craig gripped his dick again and jacked it even harder than before. “How long have you wanted me? Wanted this?”
How long had Logan wanted Craig’s cum and kisses and dick and the pain and pleasure of his hand? The answer burned inside him and fresh tears stung his eyes. “Please.”
“Tell me. Tell me now, rabbit.”
“Forever,” Logan moaned and came. A few seconds later, hot cum landed on first his chest, then on his face and inside his mouth.
Every brain cell in Logan’s head felt like it had gone on vacation, but he did register Craig saying, “Oh, Logan. You didn’t follow instructions, did you?”
“No,” Logan said slowly. He struggled to connect thoughts together. “Rule forty…seven?”
Craig nodded. “Yeah, that’s the one.” He lowered himself to the bed and took a sticky Logan into his arms. Craig held him tight and softly kissed his neck. “Sweet boy. Perfect boy.”
“Not so perfect,” Logan pointed out with a sigh. “Rule forty-seven. Plus I’m a dude. And a ton younger than you. And I have no job, and I’m homeless.”
“Perfect, I think,” Craig said, “for me.”
12
Craig Takes Charge
“Even if I sometimes call you Daddy?”
Craig sighed and kissed the back of Logan's neck. He might as well confess. "Yeah, because I like it. I don't know why I like it, and I kinda feel it's wrong to like it, but I do. I like you and the things you say, and even the things you don't say, when we're together. Even when all we're doing is absolutely nothing. You… fit me. I think I fit you."
Logan stilled, as he often did when he was afraid. “You’re okay being not-straight? When I thought that it would never happen, or that it would happen only once, I said it didn’t matter, but if you want longer than that—”
“Like forever?”
“Jesus fucking Christ, dude. Ease into shit.”
Craig pushed Logan onto his back, then straddled him. “My dick wants you. My mouth wants you. My brain even wants you, although it thinks you’re going to be massive piles of trouble. How the hell could my heart not want you, too?”
Logan looked like he was going to hyperventilate. “One dicking and you want to pick out curtains?”
“One dicking, as you say, and I want to drag you to a clinic so we can get tested because I want to come inside you over and over and over.”
“It’s the weekend.”
“I am aware, boy. We’ll go Monday, then I’m going to come inside you then eat it all out.”
Logan choked. “What?”
“And I’m going to find a way to get my whole hand inside your ass and then I’m going to make you scream for me. You’ll scream just for me, won’t you, boy?”
"Yes, Daddy," Logan said and went rabbit-still.
Possessive pleasure—both strange and wonderful—shot though Craig. “I need to amend rule six. You may call me either Sir or Daddy.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
Craig decided to let that one slide. “Don’t forget about rule forty-seven. You turned off my alarm and have been sneaking into my room.”
Logan huffed. “Like I said, you needed the sleep. Also, this is my room now.”
“Is it, now?” Craig fought to keep his expression serious.
“Yes, and quit fucking around.”
“Alright. I’ve never been rimmed. Why don’t you eat me out and I’ll consider fucking you again?”
Logan snorted a laugh. “That’s my punishment? Seriously?”
Craig moved so he lay on his stomach. “That, and you’ll clean out the shed later. Do a good job and I might help you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Logan nudged Craig until he was positioned, kneeling with his ass up and his face down. He spread Craig’s ass cheeks and he almost changed his mind, wanting to demand something—anything—else. Then Logan’s tongue ran over the sensitive skin there and Craig forgot about anything except the delicious wet heat, and Logan’s grunts of satisfaction when he made Craig first moan, then whimper, then cry out, and then finally scream.
"Good boy," Craig muttered. He could, if he wanted, have this for the rest of his life. He thought, for the first time, that a lifetime might not be long enough. "Such a good boy."
Later that night, he helped Logan clean out the shed.
Epilogue
Logan Goes Home
Ten years later
“Congratulations on your promotion,” Susan said. She worked for the same company as Logan, but she was with research and development. Their paths at work often coincided, and they took the same train home, so they often left work together. “I just heard the good news. Vice president of marketing. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks,” Logan said. He couldn’t help the huge grin that split his face.
He’d have his own office, and it would have an actual window. The extra money would be nice, too.
“Doing anything special to celebrate?”
Logan shook his head. “Just a quiet night at home, I think.”
Susan looked disappointed. “You’re not even going out for drinks?”
“Don’t think so. I’m getting a little too old for that, anyway.”
Susan, who was five years his junior, clearly disagreed. “No one is ever too old for vodka.”
Logan snorted. “Tell you what. We can go out for drinks on Friday. How’s that?”
She leaned over and gave his cheek a quick kiss. “It’s a date. See you tomorrow.” Then she got off on her stop.
Logan waited through two more stops, then he, too, got off. It was only a short walk from the station to his home, and he whistled while he walked.
Once he unlocked the door to the house, he hung up his coat on the antique coat tree, then called out, “Hi, honey, I’m home!”
A voice called out from the open door of the study. “Did you wipe your feet? It’s muddy out.”
“Yes, dear,” was his amused reply. Logan removed his shoes dutifully.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” said the disembodied voice. “Set the table.”
“On it.”
Logan washed his hands, set the table, then made a salad. Finally, he felt warm arms encircle his waist and sharp teeth nip at his neck. “God, you smell amazing. How do you always smell so good?”
He turned around in his husband's arms and looked at Craig. It was twenty years since he'd first met the man, but Craig made Logan's thirty-two-year-old heart beat just as hard with longing as his twelve-year-old heart had. Craig's hair had gone from salt-and-pepper to silver, but his dark eyes were just as bright, his face as handsome, and his body as fit as ever. "I got the promotion," Logan said.
Craig kissed him soundly. “That’s my good boy. I knew you could do it.”
“I love you,” Logan said, a lump in his throat. Sometimes he felt that he had no business, no right, to be as happy as he was.
“I know,” Craig said, and Logan swatted him, so he added, “I love you, too, brat. You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you?” Through Logan’s shirt, Craig plucked at the ring that pierced his left nipple and tugged hard, making Logan gasp. “So good for Daddy.”
Logan felt his skin flush. “Yeah. So good.”
Craig smacked his ass. “You know better,” he said.
A feeling of absolute rightness fell over Logan, as it always did at these times. “So good, Daddy,” he amended.
“That’s right. Good boy. Now, get on your knees, rabbit.”
Logan slid down, unzipping Craig’s jeans as he went, years of training and practice making his movements graceful and sure. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boys get my cock. Suck it. Yeah. Just like that. Such a good boy.”
Logan swallowed Craig’s dick and moaned around it. It was perfect. So perfect.
“I’m going to come down your throat, and I’m going to take you back to our bedroom and make you scream for me. Would you like that, rabbit?”
Fuck, yeah. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I have so many plans for you. It’s going to hurt so beautifully. You’re going to scream.” He came in delicious, hot jets that Logan swallowed down greedily.
Logan’s pulse throbbed and he could feel it in his neck and in his already straining cock. “Yes, Daddy,” he said, sitting back on his heels.
“And if you’re very, very good, and you please me, I’ll let you come.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“No, rabbit. Thank you.”
Craig tugged on the rings that pierced Logan’s nipples to encourage him to stand back up. Craig bit at his lip and Logan knew he was going to come before he had permission. He was nearly there already. There was no hope for him.
“Daddy, please go easy on me. I’m going to come. I just am. You know I can’t help it.”
Craig kissed Logan’s eyes and cheeks and temple with sweet, swift kisses. Then he whispered in Logan’s ear, “That’s why we have rule forty-seven.”
Acknowledgments
Thank you to my alpha, Savannah. You are the literal best.
Thanks also to my betas: Brittany, Lisa, Melinda, and Emo. You guys always make everything better.
Much appreciation to Judith Singer for her edits/proofreading. Thanks for taking one for the team. Much thanks also to Piper Scott for formatting and to Samantha Santana at Amai Designs for the wonderful cover.
And, lastly, a huge thank you to Courtney, for liking this and letting me share it with the world.
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