Stephen (BOY: ISO Book 1)

by Sean Michael

  “So how long is two semesters?” Champ asked, looking slightly woebegone.

  “December in class, I’ll graduate in May.” And he was so ready.

  “That seems like such a long time.” Champ pouted for him, the look exaggerated and, frankly, adorable.

  “I could stay here, though, and if you were serious about studio space…” He felt so weird about asking.

  “Yes! I would love to have you here. I’ll show you the studio space when we’re done. You can design it any way you want it.”

  “If you’re sure…” He grinned at his new lover.

  “I’m very sure. I want to do everything I can to make you happy.” Champ slid his fingers along Stephen’s cheeks.

  “I want to make you smile. I want you.” He wanted to give himself over.

  “You do. You make me very happy, just being you. Being… mine.”

  “Thank you. I feel…like I’m in a dream.” He wasn’t sure what to do, what to say.

  “This is real though.” Champ gently pressed their lips together, the kiss filling his mind.

  He swore, his body was changing. His soul was changing.

  Champ’s kiss felt endless, but at the same time, it was over before he knew it. He wrapped his arms around Champ and pulled him back down into another kiss. Champ gave it eagerly, filling his mouth with his lover’s flavor. That was what he wanted, to be taken.

  The kiss continued, Champ devouring him. He opened up and melted.

  Champ slid a hand over his body, touching his back, his ass, and the tops of his thighs. Then Champ grabbed his ass and picked him, got them out of the shower.

  “What do you want to do today?” he teased as Champ quickly, but carefully dried him. “Should we go for a long walk?”

  “Sure. If by long walk you mean fuck like rabbits.” Champ was far quicker and less gentle with his own drying off.

  “Long rabbit fuck? Fucking rabbit walk?” He giggled madly.

  “That’s such a wonderful sound.” Champ picked him up again and carried him back to the bed. There, Champ wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it carefully, measuring him, root to tip.

  He was only half-hard, just beginning to want again. “Mmm…I love your hand.”

  “Yeah? I love touching you.” Champ proved it, continuing to stroke him, to explore every bump and smoothness.

  “Do you? Honestly?” He loved to hear it.

  “I do. So silky and soft and, best of all responsive.” Champ squeezed his slowly growing cock. Then Champ touched him with his other hand as well, stroking his chest, touching his nipples.

  He panted. His body responded so eagerly, his nipples had never felt so sensitive.

  “Such a pretty cock, such lovely nipples. I want to eat you up.”

  “I’m…I’m yours, Daddy.” He wanted to belong to someone.

  Champ made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a howl, then he kissed Stephen again, hard and necessary. “Mine.”

  “If you’ll take me.”

  “Every single inch of you. Every. Single. Inch.”

  He nodded and spread himself wide, making his offer clear.

  Champ moaned. “Oh, yes. Mine.” He reached up and grabbed the lube, slicked his fingers up.

  “Yours, Daddy.” Every time he said it, something inside him tingled.

  “Yes. Every inch is Daddy’s.” Champ pushed two fingers into him, the burn delicious, necessary.

  “Yes!” He craved this, the idea that he belonged with someone, that he could give himself completely.

  “This is mine.” Champ curled his fingers, touched Stephen’s gland inside his body.

  Lightning slammed through him. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Yes! Daddy’s got what you need.” Champ did it again, then pushed another finger into him. Making him burn.

  Those fingers worked him, stroking him strongly and steadily, driving him mad.

  “God, you’re hot inside.” Champ spread his fingers, opening him wider. Then he took his free hand, pressing one long finger in between his spread fingers, stroking Stephen’s gland again.

  “Fuck!”

  “That’s coming, I promise.” Champ touched his gland several more times.

  “Daddy! Sir! So good.” He was going to scream.

  “I could do this all day.” Champ didn’t though. No, he tugged his fingers away and moved to settle between Stephen’s legs.

  Stephen spread, his asshole burning.

  Champ pushed gently, putting pressure on his hole.

  He nodded, panting, sucking in deep lungful of air.

  “Easy, boy, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s got you.”

  “Sorry, Daddy. I trust you. I believe in you.”

  “And I believe in you.” Champ pushed, cock breaching his hole, stretching him wide.

  This time Champ felt bigger, wider, and his body stretched around him.

  When Champ was all the way in, he tugged out again, pulling away. His entire body tried to follow.

  Champ nodded. “Daddy’s got you, boy. It’s safe now.”

  “All yours. All yours.”

  “Yes. Mine.” Champ sank into him again, the invasion perfect.

  “So big.” Champ filled him, perfectly.

  “So wonderfully tight,” Champ countered, gazing down at him.

  “Thank you.” He flushed with pleasure, trusting in Champ’s words.

  Champ smiled and thrust into him, filling him again. Then again, and again, until nothing else remained.

  His world faded, his universe Champ and that pressure inside him. It built as Champ fucked him, the pleasure and the pressure increasing with each push into his body.

  He reached up, fingers digging in Champ’s hair, keeping them together.

  “Daddy’s right here, boy.” The words sounded like a promise.

  “Yes. Yes. I can’t breathe.”

  “You can.” Champ covered his mouth and blew into it, filling his lungs.

  Fire flooded him, and he moaned, the world disappearing.

  Champ breathed for him again and again and it was glorious.

  All of Stephen’s being was sensation.

  Wherever Champ touched him left explosions behind.

  “Daddy! I need you!”

  “Right here.” Champ fucked him harder, cock slamming in and hitting his gland and sending everything that much higher. “My boy.”

  “Yours. I swear. All of me!”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Champ slammed in harder with each word, filling him like no one before ever had.

  Stephen grabbed Champ’s shoulders and held on tight.

  “That’s it, boy. Hold on, Daddy is taking you for a ride.” Champ moved faster, giving it to him just how he wanted it—craved it if he was honest. Champ didn’t ask, just gave him whatever he needed.

  Kiss after kiss, joined the sensations, making him fly higher and higher. Fuck, he was soaring, Champ the only thing anchoring him.

  He was so close, but he wouldn’t come without Champ’s nod, without his permission.

  It became harder and harder to hold back as Champ just kept taking him as hard as he’d ever been taken. Finally, though, Champ nodded and growled for him to “Come!”

  “Daddy!” He threw his head back and screamed, coming good and hard.

  Champ was right there with him, filling him deep inside. It was the best orgasm he’d ever had.

  He sobbed, utterly overwhelmed.

  Still buried inside him, Champ held him, crooning gently and repeating the words, “Daddy has you,” over and over.

  “Thank you. I’m sorry. That was…” Huge. He was utterly lost except for those arms holding him.

  “You don’t have to apologize. It was an amazing experience, but you were not alone—I was right there with you.” Champ pressed gentle kisses across his face, each one leaving a little spark of pleasure, of ease within him.

  “Mmm…You are. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. And also thank you. You gave yourself over
to me as no one ever has.” Champ rubbed their cheeks, like a cat scenting him. “I’m glad and honored you chose to trust me.”

  “Thank you for…keeping me.”

  “Of course I kept you. I’ve never met anyone like you before—I’ve never met someone who was before. Not like you are.”

  He snuggled in, comfortable and happy. Whole.

  Champ purred and Stephen thought he heard, “Welcome home, boy,” but he was pretty sure Champ hadn’t spoken. Maybe it was just how he felt now.

  Whatever it was, it was the truth. He was home.

  Chapter Eleven

  Champ kissed his sleeping boy on the cheek and slipped from the bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and headed out. As soon as he was out of the bedroom, he began to whistle, full of happiness that he couldn’t contain.

  He needed to talk to Berny and France—that would make this magical thing real—sharing it with them.

  He stopped before he got on the elevator down to their apartment. Maybe he should make sure they would actually answer the door—the last he’d seen them, they were with a boy of their own.

  He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and sent a text.

 

 

  Oh ho, trussed up. Clearly Marc had been a good fit for the guys. He was happy for them. He sent a reply.

  and pressed the button for the elevator.

  Maybe he should have ordered food. Coffee. Something.

  Eh, the boys would do it. Maybe they already had. They were good like that.

  The elevator delivered him to their floor and he got off, knocking on the door into their apartment.

  France opened the door. “Surprised you came up for air?”

  He laughed and gave his oldest friend a hug. “My boy needs his sleep, and if I’d stayed, I would have woken him up. Besides, I wanted to share my happiness with you and Berny. I found my boy. I found him.”

  France, who was never as expressive as Berny, hugged him tight. “Congratulations, friend.”

  He beamed. He felt like he had won the lottery.

  “Bern and I are…going to have so much fun.”

  “I’m very pleased for you both. For me too. Do you think it’s significant that we found them at the same time?”

  “I do. Don’t you think so? We share a home; they share a home. We’re the closest of friends; so are they. We need to take them; they’re desperate to be taken.”

  He nodded and gave France a big hug.

  “Ah, leave me behind with our boy for a second and you’re hugging other men.” Berny’s tease came from the hall, and both he and France opened the hug and held out their arms for Berny to join them.

  Together, they were more than their parts—they breathed together, the mist of magic growing in the air.

  “We’ll have to bring our boys together at some point. I’m hoping to like Marc more under your guidance.” He knew his boy cared about his bad boy roommate, so he wanted to think more of the guy than he was just a nasty brat.

  “He’s desperate for attention, for care. For us to prove that he’s indispensable.”

  “And I take it he is indeed indispensable?” His boy certainly was. If Stephen hadn’t accepted him as Daddy, he would have kept trying, kept proving to Stephen that it was so. Now that he had Stephen in his life, he couldn’t imagine going back to being on his own. He knew how Berny and France felt about their boy.

  “To us, he is.” France chuckled. “He’s still learning about it. Come sit.”

  “I’m so happy for all of us. And I have to admit, I came down because it wasn’t real until I told you that I’d found him—my boy.”

  “Tell us about him.” They piled together on one of the big couches.

  “He’s sweet and shy and worried about doing wrong—he was badly hurt by several doms who blamed him for their shortcomings.”

  “You’d said.” Berny sighed. “Maybe the universe was saving him for you.”

  “I’d like to think we would have found each other regardless, and I’d take that hurt from him if I could. They were so mean to him.”

  “Our boy says that yours was ill-used. There’s a lot of story there, I think.” Berny smiled at him, shook his head.

  “There is.” And his boy had shared a lot of it but in confidence, which he wouldn’t betray.

  “Oh, I can’t wait until we know them—all the kinks, the needs, the ways we can make them fly.”

  “You think we could play all together one day?”

  “Of course.” French beamed at him. “We are friends with boys that are friends. One day, we can display them, enjoy them together.”

  “That sounds wonderful. One day.” He had to admit, this thing with Stephen was new enough he wasn’t ready to share his boy yet, even with his best friends.

  Bern’s eyes flared gently. “But not yet. This part is for us now, yes?”

  “Exactly. I’m glad the two of you are on the same page as I am. I’d hate to feel uber possessive. Well, I am feeling uber possessive, but I’m glad that you understand.”

  “Of course. We have so much to explore, to understand.” France grinned at him, expression wicked but playful. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

  “We are. Hell, I’m having a blast. I’ve never really been in love before,” he admitted, though his friends knew. They pretty much knew everything about him.

  “And they were a package deal.” France shook his head. “I wonder who sent them to us.”

  “The universe has proven to be as kind as she is cruel after all our years here.” He paused a moment before asking the question that had been plaguing him—in the back of his mind at least. “How do I share my true nature with him? How do I tell him that I’m not simply human?”

  “They’re made to know, aren’t they? Once they are filled with our seed, they will begin to change, to take our cocks at their full length, knot and all. They will doubt, but not for long. They’re changing.”

  “I have to tell Stephen before this goes much further.” His boy deserved that.

  “Yes. Let him choose. No one wants an unwilling—we fight and struggle, but we all want that.”

  He nodded, feeling just a little bit nervous about that one thing. He had to believe that Stephen, being his, wouldn’t bolt at finding out he was a dragon.

  “Just let him know it’s ancient, eternal.”

  “You think that would be reassuring?” He wasn’t convinced. He would have to have faith in his boy.

  Berny shrugged, offering him a warm smile. “I have to believe they’ll understand, that they’ll accept us. I must.”

  “Indeed. I think I’ll be telling my boy soon.” Before Stephen had to go back to school. He didn’t want it weighing on his mind while they were apart that he hadn’t told Stephen his truth yet.

  “Let us know if we can help. Our boy is still lost and scared. We will have to find the right time to share with him.”

  “Of course. I’ll make sure that Stephen knows not to share that with him. And the helping goes both ways, you know—if you need me or Stephen to help you with your boy, you know where to find us.” He knew that Berny and France both preferred a struggle, and wouldn’t have been as happy if they didn’t have to fight for their boy.

  “We’ll have supper together in a few weeks. Perhaps coffee every few days to compare notes? Here?” France smiled at him.

  “That sounds perfect. Stephen has school Tuesday through Friday morning, so he won’t be with me all the time, and frankly, it’ll be nice to have a distraction from the fact that he’s not at home.”

  “School? He’s a teacher?”

  “Student. He does amazing things with textiles. You might consider something for one of your walls. I’m sure he’d make you a custom piece.” He planned to fill his home with them.

  “Oh, an artist! How wonderful! I can’t wait to see his work.” Bern just beamed.

  “And I can’t wait
to have him show it to you. Very unique pieces. Now, I don’t mean to be pushy, but did someone mention tea?”

  “Earl Grey? Peppermint? Hibiscus?”

  “You know I’m a sucker for Hibiscus. Especially if there are shortbread cookies to go with it.” He loved Berny’s shortbreads.

  “Of course there are. We keep them stocked.” France grabbed the plate of sweets while Berny played mother.

  Soon he was dipping shortbread into his tea, sitting back in the big comfy chair that Berny and France had two of here in their main room. They were very good to him.

  Together, they managed to acquire a fortune, live a life of luxury, and now find their boys.

  It was a good life and it was only getting better. He couldn’t wait to experience every single second.

  He nibbled on his cookie and smiled, settled in his bones, for this second.

  Chapter Twelve

  Stephen got dressed and went exploring. Champ was out—he remembered something about seeing his good friends downstairs or some such thing—and he was curious about what was in the kitchen, where he’d agreed to be living.

  It turned out the answer to that was everything he could think of, either in the cabinets or hidden in the shelves beneath the island. Most of it looked brand-new.

  He started water for tea and made toast, then turned some music on his phone as he found some strawberry jam.

  “Let me give you the wifi password, and then you can play your music through the house.” He hadn’t realized Champ had come back.

  “Hello. I was hungry. I hope that’s okay. Would you like tea or toast?”

  “This is your home. You can do what you like, including or maybe especially eat if you’re hungry. Also hi and just tea please.” Champ came over and hugged him. “The password is bananatime872.”

  “Bananatime872. Got it.” He hooked his phone into the wifi while he leaned into Champ’s arms.

  “Did you sleep well? Are you feeling refreshed?”

  “I am. I feel amazing. Well-loved, happy, warm.”

  “Mmm. Wonderful.” Champ dropped a kiss to the top of his head, then tilted his chin and took one from his mouth.

  He stepped in close and cuddled, craving Champ’s touch.