by Sean Michael
“Don’t insult both of us like that. I’m not going to start resenting you. And hell, if you still want to go work in three months, we can talk about it again then, right? Let yourself settle in here with me, first.”
Chrissy searched his eyes, his boy so hungry for this, desperate for it, needing to believe in this thing they were creating.
He put all his love and his need to care for his boy into his eyes, let Chrissy see that he meant what he said, that he wanted his boy here, full-time with him.
“May-maybe another week before I go look? We can revisit next week?”
He would take it. Another week would find Chrissy more confident in their relationship, in his place here. “I think that works. We’ll revisit the subject in a week.”
“Okay. Okay, that’s fair. I just—I don’t want to fuck this—us—up.”
“No, I don’t want to fuck this up either. It’s too important—you’re too important. I have faith in us though. We can do this, and we can make it work for both of us.” He was very determined to make Chrissy happy, to prove that they worked together like magic.
“Okay.” Chrissy took his hand and twisted their fingers together. “I’m just scared.”
“I know, baby. Trust in Daddy, okay? I have your best interest at heart. I want us both to be happy and fulfilled.” He wanted Chrissy to stop feeling like a fuckup. He wanted his boy to thrive.
“I do. I am.” Chrissy squeezed his fingers. “I am. Do you want more coffee?”
“No, I want you to finish your breakfast while I finish mine.” No more smoking, more nutritious food, and a good dose of love would help his boy to feel better about himself.
“It’s really good. Thank you. I forget sometimes, how much I like orange juice.”
“You’re always so busy trying to drown yourself in coffee,” he teased.
“Caffeine is king, right?” Chrissy teased right back. “You need me to have my coffee.”
“I dub thee Knight of the Coffee Maker.” He grabbed his knife and touched it to both of Chrissy’s shoulders.
“Thank you. I swear to keep us in decent beans.”
He chuckled, delighted that Chrissy was feeling good enough to play with him. “As long as we have something sweet to go with the coffee, we’ll be good.”
“Oh, I like sweet okay. What’s your favorite?” Chrissy seemed like he was actually interested.
“Oh, now there’s a difficult question. It depends on the circumstances. There’s cookies, cake, candy, chocolates, just to name a few. And then you’ve got homemade versus store-bought versus restaurant. I have a different favorite for each one.” He could admit that he had something of a sweet tooth.
Chrissy blinked at him. “Well. Wow. Okay, let’s start with homemade.”
“Hmm. I love brownies—ooey, goeey, and fudgey. But I love homemade cinnamon rolls too. Toffee chip cookies… uh. Yeah, sweets—I’m a fan.” And he wasn’t usually wishy-washy, but he hated to just choose one when it came to baked goods.
“I can make a decent brownie. I mean, I used to. A lot.”
“Oh yeah? You wanna make me some brownies? I have to tell you, I might be in love with you, but I’m not going to hold back when it comes to how your brownies hold up.”
Chrissy chuckled softly and rolled his eyes. “I’ll have to see if I remember how, but yeah—do you have cocoa and stuff?”
“Probably. Finish your bacon and we’ll go see. I’m going to watch you make me brownies. Sounds pretty damn sexy to me.”
“Watching me try to do it right? Funny, maybe.”
He shook his head. Chrissy needed to find confidence in something, brownies might be a good thing because he knew darn well they weren’t hard.
“Still, I remember the recipe and I’ll look up recipes online, just to make sure the ratios are okay.”
“I’m looking forward to tasting them. With a huge glass of milk.” Milk and brownies were a classic. He wanted to taste the flavor of the brownie from his boy’s mouth too.
“Yeah? Cool.” Chrissy finished his orange juice and smiled at him, just beamed.
He smiled back. He was seeing that happy expression on his boy’s face more often. It made him glad. He wanted a happy, confident boy.
“So…you want to walk down to the store with me? I mean, if we need cocoa and stuff?”
“Of course I do. It might be nice to take a walk anyway. It’s a beautiful day out there.”
“It is. I’d love to go wander.” Oh, that smile…it hit him square in the chest.
“How about you check for ingredients, and we go walking before you make the brownies? I can wait until this afternoon for them.”
“Sounds fun.” Chrissy stood and gathered up the breakfast dishes. “Thank you for breakfast. It was good.”
“It’s nice to see you eat meals rather than just smoke cigarettes and drink coffee.” His boy was healthier and happier for it. Jerusalem would make sure it continued.
“Yeah. I still miss the smokes, but not enough to go out and get a job to buy them.” Chrissy shrugged on his way to the kitchen. “I’d rather spend some time with you.”
“That, my boy, was the perfect thing to say to Daddy.” He grabbed hold of Chrissy and took a hard kiss.
Chrissy opened up, offering him the sweetest sound, feeding him happy need. He deepened the kiss, lingering there for a moment as they dove into each other. It would be so easy to lose himself in Chrissy. Again.
But his boy needed exercise and sunshine, and maybe he could find Chrissy a new sweater, a nice pair of jeans while they were out.
It was a plan.
He ended the kiss and slid their noses together. “Love you.”
“Love you. Lots.” Chrissy kissed him again, and they worked together to load the dishwasher and get it started. He loved that Chrissy was a hard worker, that he jumped right in to help. Not only with enthusiasm, but without being asked. And Chrissy thought he was good for nothing. Over and over again, he was proving that false.
When they were done and Chrissy had perused his cupboards for ingredients, he grabbed his wallet and his keys. “I’m going to have to get you one of your own,” he noted as he locked the front door.
“Yeah? That would be cool. I’d appreciate it.”
“You live here now—you should have a key.” He took Chrissy’s hand and they headed down the street in the general direction of the stores.
It was a lovely day, and Chrissy was in a lovely mood.
They went into the grocery store first. “We should buy some groceries for the next few days, plan some menus. We could cook together.”
“Sure! I helped out in the kitchen in one of my jobs. I don’t mind cooking at all.”
“I like cooking—if I have a reason to.” He had to let go of Chrissy’s hand in order to push the grocery cart. “Now what do we want to make tonight?”
“What do you like? Pasta with ham and peas?”
“I have never had that—you can make it for me. And tomorrow, I’ll make you a roast dinner.”
“Yeah? That’s fair. We can do it together. I don’t mind.” Chrissy looked pleased to be able to do something.
“Yeah, that would be nice. We’ll each take the lead, but the other one will help. Sounds great.”
“Sure. I need ham, peas, parm, and a little cream. Do you like bread with it?”
“I enjoy garlic bread if we’re both having it—kissing sucks if only one of you has garlic in your food.” He needed a roast and potatoes and carrots.
“Right? I love garlic toast, though. It’s so decadent. If we get enough ham, we can make omelets tomorrow.”
“Babe—you need eggs for omelets.”
“I know that! But the best ones have ham, peppers, and onions.” Chrissy bumped into him. “Silly man.”
“I like omelets with asparagus and that fancy Italian bacon.”
“I’ve never had that. I like bacon and asparagus though.”
“So, let’s get those and we c
an do multiple omelets. I want ice cream too. Maybe some of those little mini doughnuts with powder.”
“We have enough ice cream at home to bathe in, Salem.”
“Oh, that’s right.” He grinned. He’d forgotten he’d brought home every kind of chocolate ice cream he could find. “What else then?”
“Coffee, chips, and some cheddar?”
“Sure. Grapes and apples?” This was fun.
Chrissy chuckled. “And cocoa and butter.”
He snorted. “That would be a trip, wouldn’t it? If we totally forgot the ingredients we actually came in here for.” He threw some cherry ice cream into their cart. “I know we don’t have cherry flavor,” he said so Chrissy wouldn’t fuss.
“Sweet tooth. I…Can I…”
“Tell me what you want, baby.” He would give Chrissy the moon—and eventually Chrissy would know that.
“I…Can I get a new toothbrush? Mine’s trashed. I’ll pay you back.”
“I think I can afford to pick you up a new toothbrush. Do you like the toothpaste I use?” He was mad at himself for not having noticed that Chrissy needed a new one.
“It’s fine. Seriously.”
He needed to get Chrissy a hairbrush, and they needed some new razors. Oh, deodorant. That he picked based on how he wanted his boy to smell. Nothing too strong. They were definitely hitting the Walmart for undies, socks and the other clothing he wanted to get Chrissy. And if his boy didn’t like it, well, too damn bad.
This was his boy. He would not have him neglected. No way.
“You’re spoiling me.”
“That’s Daddy’s prerogative, boy.” Daddy’s duty even.
“I—That makes me…you make me shiver when you say that.”
“Good.” He gave Chrissy a look that he hoped expressed how much Chrissy meant to him, and how much he wanted his boy.
“Does it— when I say it to you, does it make you ache?”
“Fuck, yes.” Nothing made his balls ache more than when Chrissy called him Daddy. He was looking forward to it being used all the time, not just every now and then when Chrissy was in the throes of passion.
“Oh. That’s good, D-daddy.”
He purred, and slid his hand along Chrissy’s arm. “Very good.”
Chrissy moaned softly. “Please, Daddy. You’ll make me hard. Right here.”
“Well, hold onto that thought. We have to go pay for our groceries, and then we have one more stop to make before we can go home, and Daddy will take care of that for you.”
Chrissy nodded, cheeks a sweet, bright pink. “Where else are we going, Daddy?”
“Walmart. Just a quick trip to the men’s department.” And he wasn’t going to hear any arguments about it either.
“To the—”
“Boy. Enough.”
Chrissy blinked at him, then nodded.
He nodded right back. “Good, boy.” He steered them toward the front of the store so they could check out.
They paid for their groceries, putting all the cold things in an insulated bag. They each grabbed a bag to throw over their shoulders, then went two stores down to Walmart. He didn’t dillydally—he headed right to the section they wanted. And he didn’t prevaricate there either. He knew what size his boy was, and it didn’t take long to get a couple packs of underwear, a ten-pack of socks and two pairs of jeans. “Pick a couple T-shirts while I find you a sweater.”
“Daddy?”
“Now.”
“Okay…” Chrissy found two T-shirts—one with Star Wars and one that was old-school Sesame Street. Adorable. Just like the man who was going to wear them.
He found two sweaters he liked for Chrissy. One was a button up in a lovely blue the other was a pullover with a fisherman’s cable design. Then he grabbed a sweatshirt for good measure.
“We’ll order shoes for you, and….” Was he forgetting anything? He’d wander the aisles to make sure they hadn’t, but he wanted to get home and play with Chrissy and his hard-on. He could order anything they’d missed online this afternoon while Chrissy was making him brownies.
They went to the checkout and he didn’t care what the total was—these were things his boy needed, and it was his job to look after his boy.
They left the store, holding three bags each. “We should get home.” He gave Chrissy another heated look so his boy knew what was coming.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you so much for all this. Seriously. I appreciate it.”
Oh, Chrissy deserved a reward for that. Not a single peep about it being too much. “You’re very welcome.”
“I hope the brownies come out okay for you.”
“If they don’t, you’ll refine them until you get them right. I have faith.”
Chrissy shrugged but smiled. “True. It’s just dessert, right? It can be remade.”
That was his dear boy. The things he had loved about his best friend were returning with just the barest care.
“And we have ice cream as a backup sweet. Although I bet I get to have ice cream with my brownie.” They turned up their street.
“The big thing is not overbaking. I do remember that.”
“Yeah, I like ’em fudgy and gooey.” He licked his lips, exaggerating it a little for Chrissy’s benefit.
Chrissy’s laugh followed him up the three front stairs. “Come on. Let’s get the ice cream in the freezer.”
“Oh yes. Melted ice cream would suck. With a straw because we’re not wasting it!”
“Goofy!” They were both laughing as they got inside, cracking up together.
He tossed the ice cream in the freezer and made short work of the other groceries. Chrissy’s stuff could get put away whenever. When that was done, he turned on Chrissy and stalked him toward the island. Once Chrissy was stopped up against it, he took a kiss.
Chrissy groaned, sweet body arching toward him. He wrapped his hands around Chrissy’s head, tilting it so he could deepen the kiss.
He could feel Chrissy’s hunger, how he’d stoked that need.
“Daddy needs you, boy.” He so did.
“Again?” Chrissy laughed against his lips, tongue sliding on them.
“Uh-huh. You inspire me.” He rubbed their hips together, proving he wasn’t the only one who needed.
“You were making me shiver in the store, Daddy.”
“Yeah? That’s a good thing. Your response made me ache. Every time you call me Daddy it rocks my world.” He loved it.
“I’ll remember that.”
And didn’t that do it for him? That Chrissy needed to turn him on too.
“I’m going to remember, too, baby, how every time I tell you how you belong to Daddy, it makes you hot.”
Chrissy looked up at him, lips parted and wet eyes hot.
Groaning, he took Chrissy’s mouth, letting his eyes close as he sank into Chrissy. His baby boy rocked against him, soft sounds muffled between them.
He found his hands wrapped around Chrissy’s ass. He squeezed tight and pulled Chrissy in hard, in close. He wanted to warm his boy’s ass, fuck him nice and slow, until he screamed.
“Come back to the bedroom, boy. Daddy needs you.”
“Do you?” Chrissy nipped his bottom lip.
“I do.” He squeezed Chrissy’s ass again. “And that didn’t make you hiss, so I have to bring the color up again, bring the heat.”
“But—” Chrissy searched his eyes. “I was good, Daddy.”
“Yes, and this isn’t a punishment.” He squeezed again. “Don’t you yearn for the proof of your Daddy’s hand on your body?”
“I—”
“Trust me, baby. This is for us both. To turn us on.”
Chrissy searched his eyes. “I trust you, Daddy.”
“Daddy loves you, Chrissy.” He took his boy’s hand and led him toward the bedroom. “I want to buy a better armchair for in here, somewhere I can drape you over my knees and your head won’t be hanging over the edge.”
He loved the shiver that went through his boy.
“For now, I’ll sit on the bed.”
Chrissy stared at him, and he unfastened his boy’s jeans. He let them hang open as he pulled Chrissy’s shirt up over his head; then he carefully pushed down the jeans and underwear, making sure he didn’t hurt the lovely cock.
He eased Chrissy over his lap, humming softly. “My good boy. I’m so proud of you. This is going to be good.” He made sure that Chrissy’s cock was settled between his legs, then began to rub the beautiful butt.
“You’re…you’re not mad, though? This is…sexy?”
“I’m not mad, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. This isn’t a punishment spanking. This is Daddy making your ass a beautiful color, making you ache. Don’t you miss the ache?” He kept rubbing, waiting to actually spank for Chrissy to be comfortable.
“I—I felt…It tingled, everywhere. I loved it. That’s okay, Daddy?”
“It is. It’s really good to know what you like. It’s healthy and will make you and me happy.” Brave, needy boy. “Spread for me, just a little. I want access to you.”
Chrissy did, that sweet little hole right there for him to touch and tease. He slid his finger along it, then scraped gently with his nail.
“Oh…” Chrissy arched, legs going tense for a second, the moan sweet as pie.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, boy.” He lightly tapped Chrissy’s left asscheek.
Chrissy nodded, moaning deep in his chest. “So good.”
He kept tapping, changing from one cheek to the other, not hitting hard, letting the taps slowly build in intensity. He’d been telling the truth, this was about lust, about sex and heat. Nothing else.
“You’re so sexy, Chrissy. The way your ass takes color makes me hard as hell. Daddy loves how you look like this over my knees.”
Chrissy moaned and rolled, fucking his thighs for a second.
He pressed Chrissy’s ass down, stilling his movements. “When Daddy says you can.”
That got him a tiny little cry, and Chrissy’s cock started to leak, dampen his jeans.
Oh yeah. That made his own cock jerk. His boy was so damn sexy.
Chrissy moaned some more when the spanking started up again, the taps heating his hand.
“You can move now, baby, rock into each hit.” He wanted Chrissy to participate, to anticipate his hand.
