Christian

by Sean Michael

  “Into?” Chrissy turned his head to look at him.

  “Push up into my hand—anticipate the hits.”

  Chrissy’s cheeks started to burn, but he relaxed his neck.

  “Lean into the pleasure, boy. Float with it.”

  It took Chrissy a few awkward motions, and then his boy understood, arching into his hand.

  “That’s it, boy. You’re a natural at this.” He rubbed one cheek with his left hand and tapped the other with his right.

  “I’m trying. I want to be.”

  “You are. You want it. You push into it. You have good instincts, when you listen to them.” He loved the color he’d achieved, so he stopped hitting and simply rubbed, knowing that would make Chrissy ache.

  Chrissy panted softly, rocking in gentle waves.

  “You want to come, boy? You want Daddy to give you permission to orgasm?”

  “I do. Please, Daddy.”

  “When I say.” He laid a few more hits down onto the red ass and nodded. “Okay, boy. Now!”

  Chrissy groaned, humping his leg, pushing them both, and then his boy shot, coming for him. He was addicted to that smell already, there was nothing better.

  He rubbed Chrissy’s ass, letting his boy feel the burn, the ache. “You made a mess on my jeans, boy.”

  “Your fault,” Chrissy shot back with a husky chuckle.

  “I can’t argue with that.” He laughed, happy and turned on. “I’m still going to have you make it up to me by blowing me.”

  “Are you? Such a hardship.” God, he loved how Chrissy’s humor was returning.

  “I know, but you have to make it up to Daddy somehow.” He actually managed to say it with a straight face, though his lips were twitching madly.

  “Poor, poor man, unsucked and un-, uh, cummed.”

  He burst out laughing at that. “Uh-huh. Yes, that.”

  Chrissy chuckled. “God, I love you. You make me happy.”

  “And that makes me happy. More than any sort of blowjob or anything. Not that I’m turning down the blowjob.”

  “No. I’m not turning down the opportunity to suck you. I love having your cock in my mouth…Daddy.” Chrissy’s words went right to his balls.

  He groaned, spreading his legs wide to make room for his aching cock in his jeans. “Please, baby. I need your mouth.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Chrissy slid down, opening his jeans. “Lift up. I need to get these wet jeans off you. You smell so good.”

  He slid his hands back on the bed to steady himself, then lifted his hips, let Chrissy get to work.

  Chrissy eased the jeans down and off, then nuzzled the base of his cock and balls, inhaling deeply. He groaned and spread his legs wider, giving Chrissy plenty of room.

  “Love how you smell, Daddy.” Chrissy opened up and took one of his balls in.

  Anything he might have said was swallowed up by his groan. Damn, Chrissy was good at that. First one ball was loved and laved, then the next one.

  He kept closing his eyes from the pleasure, only to open them again so he could watch what Chrissy was doing. It was hot, sexy, and it felt amazing.

  Best of all, as he looked down his boy’s spine, a red ass waited for him. That made him moan as much as the feeling of Chrissy’s mouth on his balls did. He had done that. Chrissy had draped himself over his thighs and he had done that.

  Groaning, he slid his fingers through Chrissy’s hair. He wasn’t going to guide his boy in this, but he needed to touch. Chrissy moaned softly, the sound vibrating through his balls.

  “Love your mouth, boy.” And the things Chrissy could do with it.

  His eyes closed as Chrissy licked his way up his cock, making his way to the tip. Every muscle tensed as he anticipated the suction to the top of his cock, his entire being waiting. Chrissy made him wait for a few breaths, and then the suction hit him, strong and sure.

  “Fuck! Yes!” He managed not to thrust too hard, not to shove too hard or too deep.

  Chrissy slid his hands under his ass and tugged him deeper into that burning mouth. He took that as permission, humping as best he could in this position, his cock sliding along Chrissy’s tongue.

  He groaned as his boy swallowed and took him, inch after inch, until he was sliding into Chrissy’s throat.

  “Chrissy. Love. Boy. Mine.” The words growled out of him, breathless and guttural.

  Chrissy nodded and swallowed, over and over, the motion restless, almost desperate.

  “Gonna, boy. So soon.” Because Chrissy was fucking pulling it out of him. Chrissy hoovered his cock, fingers working his balls and loving on him.

  He shot all of a sudden, his balls emptying, his spunk flowing into Chrissy’s throat. His boy drank him down, every drop, fingers digging into his hips.

  He stroked Chrissy’s cheek, then fell back down onto his back, panting.

  Chrissy rested his cheek on one of Jerusalem’s thighs. “Love.”

  He reached to stroke Chrissy’s head. “Yes. Love. So good.”

  Chrissy nodded, kissing his thigh gently.

  “Come on up here.” It was time to cuddle with his boy.

  Chrissy climbed up on the bed, pushing into his arms. He wrapped them around his boy.

  “Daddy’s got you.”

  “Thank you, Daddy. You feel good?”

  “I feel great. You?” He would fix it if Chrissy didn’t also feel great.

  “I feel spoiled and loved and like my butt tingles.”

  Oh, that made him laugh. “Butt tingles. I love it. That’s what I’m going to call it from now on when it’s not a punishment. I’m going to call it giving you butt tingles.”

  Chrissy giggled softly, lips brushing against his. “Love you, crazy man.”

  “Love you too, boy.” He pressed the kiss a little harder. “And at least I didn’t settle on butt sugars.”

  His boy’s laughter filled the air, as wild and happy as he could imagine.

  God, he loved this man and that he could be a part of this happiness.

  “This is good, huh? Us?”

  “Yeah, it really is.” He tucked Chrissy under his chin, and ran his hand up and down his boy’s spine, his fingertips just barely touching the top of Chrissy’s tanned ass.

  Chrissy hummed, so sweet, so soft. This was better than looking for a dishwashing job for Chrissy any day. Every day.

  “Tell me this is real,” Chrissy whispered.

  “It’s real, baby.” He slid his hand down and tapped Chrissy’s red ass, letting the burn and ache prove it was as real as it got.

  “Gentle, Daddy. It’s perfect, right now.” Chrissy’s words made him smile.

  “It certainly is.” And they could float in this moment for a while before life would intrude again.

  Chapter Seven

  Chrissy examined the cupcakes. They seemed okay. They weren’t burned. Or raw. He just needed to frost them.

  Last week’s frosting experiment had gone…poorly. Salem hadn’t been mad, though. They’d laughed together about it, but he still felt bad wasting a whole pound of butter. That shit was expensive.

  He’d found a new recipe this time, and he had a can of frosting, just in case.

  Salem came in, looking amazing in a pair of dark slacks, a white button-down topped with a sweater that he wanted to go run his fingers over.

  “You look good. You should stay in there. I’m trying frosting again.” And last time it had gotten messy. Very messy.

  “Oh, no, I want to watch.” Salem chuckled. “It smells great in here. Ben, Isaac, and Tab are going to feel really welcome.”

  “I… Yeah. I have good frosting in case mine sucks.” He didn’t want to embarrass Salem.

  “Bah. Homemade icing is good icing. Store bought is just… eh.” Salem came and gave him a hug, arms wrapping around him.

  “Are—are you going to tell them we’re…together?” He wanted to make sure he knew how to act.

  “We are. Ben is a Daddy and Isaac and Tab are his boys. They’re going
to be calling him Daddy and me Sir or probably Uncle. They’re good friends, and I thought you’d like to meet some people who understand our relationship.” Salem kissed his neck and rested his chin on Christian’s shoulder.

  “What if they don’t like me?”

  “Then they’re jerks. I love you, and that should be good enough for my friends.”

  “Okay…Okay, what…what do I do? I mean, what do you want me to do?”

  “Just be yourself.” Salem turned him around and cupped his cheeks, looking into his eyes. “I want you to be yourself. I mean it.”

  “I’ll try. I’m nervous.” And he wanted to make the best impression. He didn’t want to make Salem mad.

  “Yeah, it’s not easy meeting new people, is it?” Salem gave him a quick, hard kiss. “It’s going to be just fine, though.”

  “I’m sure it will. I have…I’ve worked in customer service a long time.”

  “Oh, baby. You don’t need to love my friends, but I’m hoping being with them is going to be more than a job for you. I’m hoping you’ll like them. You and the boys should have a lot in common.”

  “We’ll see. Let me frost these cupcakes. They ought to be nice.” And it would be something to do so he didn’t freak out.

  Salem gave him a kiss and the doorbell rang. “That must be them.”

  “Already? Oh God!” He wasn’t ready. “You said…”

  “No reason to worry you, baby boy.” Salem kissed him hard. “How about you come with me to answer the door? Get the introductions over with.”

  “Okay. But…I’m not…Daddy, I have dishwashing belly?” His shirt was wet, right at the waist, and he knew there was flour on his butt.

  “So you look like you’ve been a busy boy. But if you want to go change, you can. Just be quick about it.”

  He stood there, frozen, so Daddy just wrapped one hand around his waist, walked him to the door, and unlocked it.

  “Breathe.”

  Then Daddy opened the door to find a trio of men on the other side. He knew right away which one was the Daddy. The tallest of them exuded confidence.

  “Ben!” Salem gave Ben a warm hug.

  The other two offered him warm smiles. One of the men was tall, almost ethereal, and super skinny, the other was shorter, muscled, and obviously younger.

  He smiled back as Salem slid an arm around his shoulders. “Ben, boys, this is my boy Christian. And this is Daddy Ben and his boys Isaac and Tab.”

  “Oh, Uncle Jerusalem. He’s stunning.” The tall one, Isaac, smiled at him. “Tab’s a little shy, but he’s a ton of fun. I’m glad to meet you.”

  “He is stunning, isn’t he?” Salem beamed at him. “You are.”

  Then Salem stepped slightly to the side and opened his arms. “Welcome to our home.” Both boys stepped forward and hugged Salem.

  “Congratulations, Uncle,” Tab whispered. “We’re so happy for you.”

  “I’m happy too, Tab, thank you. And I’m so glad you’re all here to meet Chrissy, to welcome him into the family.”

  Ben held a hand out to Christian. “It’s good to meet you, boy. I’ve never seen Salem look happier.”

  “It’s nice to meet you too. Very nice.” He took Ben’s hand and shook, trying not to freak.

  “We were very happy to get Salem’s invitation. We’ve wanted to meet you.” Ben’s hand was warm and the hold was a bit longer than he’d have expected before Ben dropped his hand.

  “Let’s go to the living room,” Salem suggested.

  “Should I go frost the cupcakes?” he whispered.

  “Boys, would you like to help Chrissy with a few finishing touches in the kitchen?” Salem asked.

  “Yes, Uncle.” Isaac and Tab answered together.

  “Go on, then. Chrissy wants to get the cupcakes done and get changed.”

  “Oh, we’d love to help. We’re mostly useful.” Isaac smiled and took his arm, leading him to the kitchen. “Tab’s new too, honey. So you’re not alone, and we both want to be friends, family. Cousins, if you will.”

  Christian didn’t know what to say.

  Isaac didn’t seem to have the same problem. “Oh the cupcakes look delicious. Don’t they look good, Tab? Chocolate is Daddy’s favorite, so good choice there. Are you making chocolate icing, too, or vanilla?”

  “I want to make vanilla. My…uh…Salem likes vanilla. A lot.”

  Tab shot him a smile. “I like vanilla too.”

  “Cool. So what do you want us to do?” Isaac looked at him expectantly.

  “Uh… have either of you done this before? I could use some help. Last time, it was so greasy.”

  Isaac looked at Tab, who nodded. “Yeah. I’m a pastry chef.”

  Christian just stared. He never would have guessed this stocky, muscled man was actually a pastry chef. It was totally incongruous.

  Isaac chuckled. “Everyone is surprised by that.”

  “I’m no chef. I just want to make decent icing.” Christian sighed softly. “And if I’d known, I wouldn’t have made the cupcakes. They must seem so simple.”

  “Nope. They seem like cupcakes.” Tab caught his eyes. “It’s okay to be scared. I was, too, when Isaac and Daddy brought me home. You’re with friends, okay?”

  Christian shocked himself by tearing up.

  Tab wrapped him in a hug, those muscles strong, really holding him for a moment. Then Tab patted him on the back a couple of times and stepped back.

  “We’re not judging you or your food, okay?” Isaac grinned. “We were going to bring appetizers, but we kind of got distracted and burned the shit out of them. We have a punishment coming when we get home. Not for ruining the aps, but because of why we burned them.” Isaac shot Tab a wicked little grin. “So worth it.”

  Tab’s cheeks heated, but he met Isaac’s gaze. “It was totally worth it, Izzy.”

  “You two are naughty!” He giggled, relaxing at the teasing.

  “Uh-huh.” Isaac didn’t seem at all worried about that, and Tab laughed, nudged hips with Isaac.

  “Okay. You need butter, icing sugar, vanilla, and the mixer. And the trick is that you need way more icing sugar than butter.” The mixer was already out on the counter, and Tab went to it, plugged it in.

  “I have all of that. Butter at room temperature or cold?” He and Tab started making icing while Isaac started making drinks for everyone.

  They were easy to be with, making jokes and teasing each other and, occasionally, him as well. Before long, they had the icing made.

  “See? You did it!”

  “Oh, thank you. Seriously. It worked.” He dared to take a hug.

  Tab hugged him back. “Now have you got an icing bag? It doesn’t matter if you don’t—we can just use a knife to spread it on.”

  “I’m taking Daddy and Uncle Jerusalem their sangrias.” Isaac took the two glasses festooned with fruit.

  “Is he a bartender?”

  “He’s a painter, but he loves mixology. Lots.”

  “I haven’t had a drink since….” Since he’d shown up on Salem’s doorstep drunk, broke, and homeless.

  “And we’re going to have sparkling cider.” Isaac came back, expression sympathetic. “Lots of Daddies—lots—don’t let their boys drink, honey. It’s all good.”

  He wasn’t sure if he was “allowed” or not. It just hadn’t come up.

  “Do you guys know a lot of… Daddies?”

  “We do. They get together once a month, and we visit other families a couple of times a month.”

  “So there’s lots just here in Ottawa?”

  “Yep.”

  He didn’t believe it. He just didn’t. It seemed crazy. “Wow.”

  “Hopefully, Uncle Jerusalem will start bringing you to the meetings and we can all get to know each other better, and you can meet the others.” Isaac dipped his finger in the icing and then put it in his mouth. “Oh, that’s nice.”

  “Thank you. I’m a little nervous, but I’d love to make some real friends.”
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br />   “It helps to have people who understand what’s going on with your life.” Isaac patted his shoulder.

  “Yeah…I don’t understand it yet, I don’t think.” In fact, he was fairly sure.

  “You have any questions?” Isaac asked as Tab grabbed a knife and began to ice the cupcakes.

  “Do you—do you call him Daddy all the time?” he whispered. “How did you know you wanted…this?”

  “I do call him Daddy all the time.”

  “Except when you’re mad at him,” Tab noted.

  Isaac pinked a little. “Okay, almost all the time. And I didn’t know at first. I knew I was a sub, but it wasn’t until I met Daddy that I understood what kind of sub I was.”

  “I didn’t even know…I mean, I knew I was a bottom, but I didn’t know I liked…this.” Christian’s cheeks were on fire.

  “Izzy taught me. I was scared and alone, and he helped me in secret, then Daddy found out.”

  Christian’s eyes went wide at Tab’s words. “Uh-oh!”

  “Yeah. It was…wild for a bit, but…now, I’m so lucky. I went to culinary school. I have a good job. I love my Daddy and Izzy. It was a miracle.” Tab looked at Izzy like he was amazing.

  Isaac looked back at Tab, heart in his eyes. It was pretty damn cute. And kind of special.

  “Salem and I have been friends my whole life. He was always trying to save me. This time he…sort of did.” He just couldn’t seem to rise above all his challenges, not without help.

  “Save you from yourself, eh? I know all about that.” Isaac laughed softly. “Thank God for Daddy.”

  Tab leaned against Isaac and nodded. “Yeah.”

  “So…it’s not weird. I feel bad, a little, because he’s so good to me.” He felt like he was taking advantage, not giving Salem enough.

  “Of course he’s good to you—he’s your Daddy. No one will ever treat you better or give you what you need like he does. There’s no other relationship like it. No one else can be your Daddy.”

  “But it’s a little hard to get used to, huh?” Tab asked, another cupcake in hand. “You feel like you don’t deserve it, to have someone love you so much.”

  He looked at Tab, his focus shimmering as he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, you get it.”

  “I so do.”

  “Are you boys done with the cupcakes yet?” Salem came into the room, looking like a stud. He frowned at Christian. “Are you okay, baby boy?”