by K. C. Wells
What was confusing the hell out of him was the way he was feeling about Luc.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kel lay in Luc’s bed, wide awake. Luc was asleep. Usually, the gentle rhythmic sound of his breathing was more than capable of lulling Kel into sleep, but not this night.
He couldn’t get his mind to rest. And it was all his granddad’s fault.
‘You’ve lost your father, and this… man has become a surrogate father to you. What’s happening is, you’re confusing your feelings for him.’
Kel was confused, all right. Luc was not his father. Luc was nothing like his father. Yet he encapsulated many of the traits of a good father, and so much more.
He comforts me. He apologizes when he screws up. He makes me feel safe. He holds me when I need him to—and sometimes when I don’t even realize that’s just what I need. He scolds me when I screw up. He’s like my best friend. When I cry, it’s his arms I want around me.
Except Kel hadn’t really expected any of those things from his own father. And most of them, he’d rarely received anyway. His father, a place of comfort? Hell no.
When realization dawned, it left him breathless in its wake.
Luc is my Daddy.
Only, it wasn’t the word he’d heard on that video, and the countless others he’d seen since then. That word was uttered glibly, with no real meaning. A Daddy was vastly more than someone who was sexually dominant, with enough income to be comfortable, and capable of providing the hottest, kinkiest sex Kel had ever imagined.
A Daddy is someone who’s willing to meet my needs, the way they need to be met. He’s my safe place, my shelter. He encourages me. He comforts me like no one else can. And I can trust him with my life—with my heart.
Which was exactly how it should be with the man he loved.
Kel wanted to laugh and cry, all at the same time. Lying in bed next to Luc seemed an odd choice for a Road to Damascus moment, but he couldn’t deny that was how it felt. And he couldn’t wait to share it with Luc.
Except…
He has to know this is real. That it’s not just me saying it to please him. He needs to see how important this is.
When the idea came into his head, Kel had to admit it was perfect. The last thing on his mind right then was sleep, so he eased himself out of the bed, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
All he needed right then was some hot chocolate, and a little research.
Luc poured himself another coffee and tried not to look at the time.
Epic fail. It was only two minutes since the last time he’d checked. He told himself it was okay if Kel wanted to go out without saying where he was going. That it was okay if Kel didn’t say he’d be back for lunch, or even dinner.
He’s in charge of his own life, remember?
That wasn’t helping either.
Not that Luc had started worrying the second Kel had gone out the door. No, he’d started way before that, when he’d awoken in the early hours of the morning to find a space beside him that should have contained his boy. He’d been on the point of getting up to go find him, when he’d stopped himself.
You know what’s wrong. His damn grandfather. Of course Kel is upset. Just give him some space.
So he’d done his best to go back to sleep, but it had taken a while. And when he’d awoken to find Kel beside him once more, he’d said nothing.
Kel had been quiet all morning, and that had felt like a step backwards. Then just before midday, he’d announced he was going out, kissed Luc on the cheek, and left.
It’s not like he doesn’t go out, right? He does the grocery shopping. You don’t worry about him then, do you?
Luc was trying not to worry at all. Another epic fail. He’d gone to his office and attempted to work, but the codes just danced in front of him on the screen, and he couldn’t focus. Then he’d resorted to cleaning, and that had taken up a whole hour. Next on the agenda was the laundry, and the last load was due out of the dryer at any second.
Luc had to laugh. Just look at me. He’s got me all tied up in knots, and he doesn’t even know it. He finished his coffee and went to empty the dryer. At least folding his clothes would eat up a bit more time. He could text Kel and ask when he was expecting to be home, but Luc didn’t want to come across as a control freak, and he was sure that was how Kel would view his actions.
He was about to place the neatly folded clothes in the closet drawer when he heard Kel’s car in the driveway. Thank God. Luc resisted the urge to go downstairs and greet him. Act normal.
The problem was, Luc didn’t feel normal. In fact, he wasn’t sure what normal looked like anymore. Kel had come into his life and changed his perspective.
“Hey!”
“Up here folding laundry,” Luc hollered back. He turned his head as Kel entered. “Hey you. I was wondering how long you’d be.” It was the closest he was going to get to voicing his concern.
“I had… a thing,” Kel explained with a shrug.
Luc snickered. “Well, that’s specific.” He continued placing his clothing in the closet. When he came back to the bed for more, he found Kel gazing at the photo of him and Greg, back in their student days. Since the funeral, Luc had framed it and placed it on his table by the window.
“I should put up more photos,” he admitted, glancing around at the room’s deep red walls. “After all, there’s more to life than mirrors, right?”
Kel chuckled. “But you like mirrors. That’s why they’re everywhere. I’m waiting to get into bed one night and find you’ve put one on the ceiling above it.”
“Damn. You just spoilt my surprise,” Luc joked. He sighed. “You know what I don’t have? A photo of you. I need to rectify that.”
“We could take some selfies. By the pool, on the patio… in bed.” Kel stilled. “Yeah, that would be really good. A photo of me, with my… Daddy.”
Luc froze, his pulse quickening. “You… you don’t have to say that word, just to please me.” He couldn’t move, his feet seemingly rooted to the rug.
Kel came toward him, until he was sharing Luc’s space, close enough for Luc to smell the sunlight on his skin. “Then it does please you?” His voice was so soft.
Fuck yes. Luc swallowed. “Yes, but—”
Kel reached up and stopped his lips with a finger. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not one of those twinks you’re so fond of watching.” He removed his hand and tilted his head to one side. “That’s what revs your engine, isn’t it, when you watch them? Imagining one of them calling you Daddy while you fuck the shit out of him?”
Luc’s heartbeat sped up. “Yes, but… with them it’s just a word. Part of the script. It’s not real.” His stomach tightened. But this isn’t real either—is it? Luc wasn’t sure his heart could stand this. He took a deep breath. “So please, don’t say it if it isn’t real.”
Kel’s breathing matched his. “I think this is as real as it gets.” He slowly unbuttoned his dark blue shirt, removing it entirely to reveal—
Oh fuck.
Covering Kel’s left pec was a piece of clear wrap, held in place by tape, and beneath it was a new tattoo, the skin still reddened, but clear enough that Luc could easily read the two words in flowing script.
Daddy’s Boy.
“Where… where did you get this done?” God, it was beautiful.
“Inferno Ink in Burlington.” Kel smiled. “I thought the name kinda apt in the circumstances. I’m pretty sure my granddad thinks I’m going to hell anyway.” He glanced down at it. “I need to be careful with it for a while. This stays on for about three hours, and she said I shouldn’t shower for twenty-four hours.” He wrinkled his nose. “Ew. In this heat.”
“You won’t catch me complaining.” The words came out as a croak, his breathing erratic.
Kel was still gazing at it. “I could’ve had it done in any number of places on my body.” He raised his chin and looked Luc in the eye. “But in the end,
there was only one place it needed to go.” His eyes shone. “Over my heart.”
Luc finally found the words he needed to say. “My boy?”
Kel’s smile was serene. “Yes… Daddy. Your boy.”
Luc’s lips claimed his a second later, and Kel moaned into the kiss. Luc couldn’t get close enough. Then Kel’s hands were on him, lifting his T-shirt, unfastening his shorts and shoving them to the floor, before he knelt and took Luc’s thickening cock into his mouth.
“Fuck, yeah.” Luc grabbed Kel’s hair and pulled his head back roughly. “Can Daddy fuck your mouth a little?”
Kel’s eyes darkened. “Yes, Daddy. Fuck your boy’s mouth.”
That was all Luc needed to hear. He thrust his hips forward, going deep, and loving how Kel could take it. He slid his shaft in and out of Kel’s mouth, gaining in speed, until Kel pulled off, spluttering. He gazed imploringly at Luc. “Fuck my ass?”
Luc hauled Kel to his feet, before removing his shorts. Kel’s dick sprang up, hard and wanting, and Luc gave it a quick pump. Then he pulled open the nightstand drawer, grabbed the lube, and bent Kel over the bed.
“Careful!” Kel cried out. “The tattoo.” He put out his hands to steady himself.
Luc knew what he was doing. “Just want to prep that hole.” Then he saw the butt plug. “Clever boy.” He slicked up his own dick, before flipping Kel onto his back. Luc removed the plug, groaning at the sight of that dark gaping hole, and filled Kel with his cock. “Grab hold of me. Arms around my neck.” Then he lifted Kel into his arms, his hands supporting Kel’s ass. “Now grab hold of the bed frame.”
Kel did so, and Luc began to fuck him standing up, tilting his hips, Kel using his arms to raise and lower himself, impaling himself on Luc’s shaft. “Oh God, how that feels.” He shuddered out a laugh. “Makes me glad… I’ve been working out.”
“Feel that hard cock in your ass? You were made to ride my cock.”
Kel trembled with each thrust. “Yours, Daddy. Only yours.”
Fuck, that word brought Luc dangerously close to coming. Then he reasoned there was no reason to delay it. He sped up, thrusting faster, his legs shaking as he neared orgasm. “Take my load, boy. Take your Daddy’s load.”
Kel let go of the beam and locked his arms around Luc’s neck, leaning back as he fucked himself on Luc’s cock. “Oh God, yes!” he cried out, his head falling back as Luc’s dick throbbed inside him, filling him. “I love you!”
Luc almost dropped him. His heart soared to hear the words from Kel’s lips. “You beautiful, beautiful boy. Love you so fucking much.” He pressed his lips to the protective covering and kissed it tenderly. “Hold on tight. I’ve got you.” He eased his dick out of Kel’s hole. “Come on, boy. Let me see it.” A moment later, warm cum dripped onto his cock as Kel pushed it out of his body, and the sight thrilled Luc as it always did.
Kel kept his arms locked around Luc’s neck as Luc gently lowered him to the bed, careful not to apply his weight to the tattoo. He bent over Kel’s crotch and took his dick deep, sucking hard. Kel arched his back and pulsed warm cum onto Luc’s tongue, his body shuddering with every drop. Luc swallowed it all, until Kel lay still beneath him, his belly quivering, his gaze focused on Luc.
“So…” Kel said, a little breathlessly. “Does it feel real now?”
Luc let out a joyous laugh. “You have no idea.” Then he joined Kel on the bed, enfolding him in his arms.
Kel gave him a blissful smile. “Love you.”
Luc’s heart stuttered. “I love you too.” He sighed. “I could lie like this forever.”
Holding his boy.
“You really like my new tattoo, don’t you?” Not that Kel had to ask. Luc kept staring at it as they lay in bed. The same bed they’d only moved from to collect juice, crackers and cheese, before heading back there. Luc had promised dire retribution if Kel got so much as one crumb in the bed, but his threat carried no weight, especially when Kel made him laugh and he snorted crumbs everywhere.
Luc propped himself up on one elbow and gazed at it. “I love it. At least now I know why you didn’t tell me where you were going.”
“Yeah, about that.” Kel copied his body language, facing him on his side. “You need to stop worrying about me, okay? And don’t tell me you weren’t, because I could see it in your face, the moment I came into the room.”
Luc sighed. “Look, this is what a Daddy does, all right? I… I need to look after you.”
Like Kel didn’t know that already. The man was a carer, a nurturer to the bone. “I know. You want what’s best for me, even if that meant letting me go.”
Luc sat up in bed, leaning back against the pillows. “That really hurt me to say. And when you go back to school, I’m going to miss you like crazy, but it won’t be for long. I’ll just wait for you to come back on the weekends. And it’s not like I won’t have stuff to do, right?” His eyes twinkled. “For one thing, I have to maintain the house next door for my absentee neighbor. Pain in the ass, maintaining two properties.”
Kel stilled, wondering where this was leading. “So what do you think this neighbor should do?”
Luc shrugged. “Well, if it was me? I’d choose one of two options. Either rent it out, or sell it.”
Kel arched his eyebrows. “And where exactly does this neighbor end up living?”
Luc smiled. “With me. Permanently.”
Kel blinked. “Are you sure?” Not that he hadn’t thought about it a hundred times.
Luc narrowed his gaze. “Have you ever known me to say something if I wasn’t sure?”
Kel laughed. “Okay, you got me there. And to be honest? I couldn’t imagine not living with you now. Although we’re gonna stir up a shitstorm in the neighborhood, you know that, right?”
“Fuck ’em.” Luc grinned. “Besides, you’ll be away at school. I’ll be the one on the front line.” Luc took Kel’s hand in his. “But I’m not finished. Wherever you end up working, in whatever part of the country, I’m coming too. I’ll sell this place and buy a home for both of us.”
Kel stilled. “But… your business… your house… you’ve spent all this time getting it perfect.”
“I can work from anywhere. That’s the benefit of working for myself. Just give me a room for my PCs and I’m happy. And you said it yourself. Why should we stay here, with people who are going to watch our every move and most likely hate us with every breath they take?” He paused. “As for the house… It’s just bricks and mortar. I can have a house anywhere.” Luc lifted Kel’s hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “But wherever you are? That’s my home.”
“Well, you know what they say. Home is where the heart is.” Kel leaned in and kissed Luc on the lips, before taking Luc’s hand and pressing it gently over his tattoo.
Truth.
Then he caught his breath as Luc grabbed his hand and placed it over his own heart. “You’re already in mine.” His lips were soft as they claimed Kel’s in a tender kiss. When they parted, Luc leaned forward, their foreheads touching. “I love you. And I’m never going to tire of saying those words.”
Kel’s heart soared. “Love you too.” Then Luc startled him by lurching out of the bed, reaching for his clothes. “Going somewhere?” Kel inquired in amusement.
“Yeah. What time does that tattoo place shut? I need to get there before it closes.” He squirmed into his shorts.
“Why?”
“Well, if I’m going to get my first tattoo, it’s now or never.”
Kel gaped. “You… with a tattoo? But you hate tattoos.”
Luc blinked. “Just because I don’t have any, doesn’t mean I hate them. I’ve just never had a reason to have one. Until now.”
“And what are you gonna have done?”
Luc rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on. There’s only one thing it can be.” He grinned. “Daddy.”
Kel chuckled as he scrambled out of bed and reached for his shorts. “Then I’m coming with you.”
Luc frowned. �
��Why? It’s only a tattoo. If you can cope with it, so can I.”
“Yeah, but I wanna be there to take the photo of you when you faint at the sight of the needle.” He snickered.
Luc narrowed his gaze again. “Comments like that will get you spanked.”
Kel beamed. “Exactly what I was counting on… Daddy.”
The End
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