Christian

by Sean Michael

  “I’m fine. We were just talking. I’m going to change my shirt.”

  “I’ll come help. Boys, meet us with your Daddy in the living room.”

  Christian blinked at Salem.

  “Yes, Uncle Jerusalem.” Isaac and Tab both gave him quick hugs.

  Salem held open his arms.

  He went straight in, sniffling softly. “They’re both so nice.” He didn’t want anyone to think the guys had been mean.

  Salem’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close and safe. “Then why are you crying, baby?”

  “I don’t know. I just…it’s…they understand. I don’t deserve you, but you’re good me anyway.”

  “Of course you deserve me. We deserve each other. We love each other and that’s what counts, you know? And yeah, they understand. That’s one reason I invited them. It’s good to have friends who get you.”

  He nodded. “It is. Thank you. Can we…come to the bedroom, Daddy?”

  He needed to not be alone right this second.

  “That’s the plan, baby.” Salem kept an arm looped around his shoulders, holding him close as they went down the hall and into their bedroom. “Whatever you need.”

  “This is a little overwhelming. Good. But big.” Like everything they did.

  “You can handle it. I have faith in you.” Salem kissed the top of his head.

  “Or maybe I’m a screwup.” He grinned, so embarrassed, and pulled off his messy shirt.

  Salem ran a hand along his breastbone. “Everybody screws up and makes mistakes. The important thing is to keep trying.”

  “I am. I’m trying to be good, Daddy.”

  “And you’re doing a great job. I’m very proud of you. I really am.”

  A rush of heat flooded him, and he pushed into Salem’s arms. “Thank you. I need to believe that.”

  “Well, it’s true.” Salem held him, made him feel like he was the most important thing in the world.

  He stayed put for a few minutes, then kissed Daddy’s chest. “Our company is waiting. What shirt do you think?”

  “I like the tight blue T-shirt. You look hot in it.”

  “Daddy!” He blushed dark, but the compliment felt so good. So good.

  “What? I’m just telling it like it is.” Salem stroked his ass.

  “You have to be nice now. I might get hard.” And that would kill him.

  “I am not ashamed at all that I turn you on,” Salem noted. He stopped, though, backing off, just enough.

  “Always.” He put the shirt on, tucked in, and twirled. “Look okay?”

  “I’m hard just from looking at you. And I don’t care who sees or who knows. Come on, let’s get back to our guests.” Salem held out his hand.

  “Yeah. They’re both super nice. Tab helped with the icing.”

  “You see? I told you this would be good.” Salem’s fingers twined with his.

  “You did.” And it was better than he’d imagined.

  They were still holding hands as they got back to the living room.

  Ben was sitting on the couch, Tab on one side of him, Isaac on the other. They looked happy and relaxed, all three of them. And they all smiled as he and Salem came in.

  “We were just getting ready to send a search party.” Ben winked, proving he was teasing.

  “I’m sorry. I needed to change my shirt.”

  “Nice choice.” Ben’s look was admiring. “Your Daddy is a very lucky man.”

  Salem didn’t hesitate to reply. “I am.”

  “I—Oh, th-thank you.”

  Salem sat on one of the big chairs and tugged him down onto the muscled lap. His eyes went wide, but no one seemed worried, so he stayed, his heart pounding hard.

  Salem rubbed his arm, the touch calming, soothing.

  He gradually melted, eyes on Daddy’s face.

  Isaac sighed softly. “So pretty, Uncle.”

  “Isn’t he?” Salem beamed at him. “My boy.” Again there was that note of pride in Salem’s voice. “Now, what should we all do today? Watch a movie? Play charades?”

  “We brought the Lord of the Rings movies over. We thought we could watch the first one and cuddle.” Isaac pulled out a bag with DVDs in. “We burned the appetizers, so we thought we could order Chinese for supper.”

  “Oh, that sounds like fun.” Salem gave him a look. “You still like Chinese food, boy?”

  “I love Chinese food. Love it. I’m not picky about food, but Chinese is one of my favorites.” He wasn’t a huge fan of fine dining, really. Fussy wasn’t his thing.

  “Then that sounds perfect. Lord of the Rings, Chinese food and cupcakes and our boys.”

  “We’re spoiled. Do you mind if my boys get comfortable?” Ben asked. “I can’t tell you, my friend, how happy I am to have you so happy with your boy.”

  “Of course they can get comfortable. And I’m happy too.” Salem laughed. “We’re just all a big bunch of happiness here. And it’s a good thing.”

  Obviously Isaac knew Salem’s house well, because they put their shoes by the door and pulled blankets from the chest against the wall. Then they both stripped down absolutely naked and curled back up against Ben, snuggling with him under the blankets.

  Okay. Okay, no looking. At anything. He just hid his face in Salem’s shoulder and didn’t say anything.

  “One of our rules at home is that boys don’t wear clothes, so this is what we’re used to,” Isaac told him. “But if it embarrasses you, we can get dressed again.”

  “No. No, of course not. Make yourself at home.” He didn’t have rules like that beyond no cussing.

  Also, he was never ever going to their house.

  “You want to put the first movie in, Chrissy?” Salem asked.

  “Oh, I can do it, Uncle,” Isaac offered and hopped up, dangly bits…dangling.

  Then, when he bent over to put the DVD in the player, there was… a pert, taut butt. Right there. Right. There.

  No looking. At all. He squeezed his eyes closed and cuddled in. La-la-la.

  Salem kissed the side of his forehead. “I’ve got you, boy.”

  He nodded. He knew. He had been around naked people before. He wasn’t a virgin. This was just…odd.

  The movie started, which meant that Isaac was back under the covers with Ben and Tab and it was safe to look at the television screen. He relaxed as he watched, Salem warm and comfy beneath him, holding him.

  He kissed Salem on the chin, just a soft, gentle love. Salem smiled down at him, then turned his face to bring their lips together. The kiss was just as gentle as his own had been, sweet and soft and easy.

  Oh, it felt so good that he sighed, moaning low into the kiss. The music swelled and Salem deepened the kiss, tongue slipping between his lips and into his mouth. Oh. Oh, could they do this? Was it okay?

  He took a furtive glance over at their guests on the couch and realized that Isaac had disappeared entirely under the blankets and Ben’s eyes were heavy-lidded. Oh. He guessed he and Salem could definitely do this.

  “I haven’t ever without being alone, you know?” he whispered, as low as he could.

  “We don’t have to do anything, baby. But I’m enjoying our kisses.” Salem spoke as quietly as he had.

  “Me too. You taste good.”

  “Yeah? You going to eat me up?” Salem waggled his eyebrows.

  “Silly man.” He rubbed their noses together.

  “Not silly, just in love.” Salem pressed their lips together again, sliding them together. He opened up, sighing softly into his lover’s kiss.

  God, he loved this man, loved being together and happy and warm.

  Salem shifted him so he was straddling his lover’s lap, their kisses deepening. What movie?

  His Daddy pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans, hand hot and fine on his back. He leaned back toward the touch with a sigh. Salem’s touches were like magic and he reveled in them. His body responded, his cock filling, his nipples going hard.

  “Needy boy.” Salem su
cked in his lower lip and tugged on it, and he swore he could feel that tug in his balls. “I’m going to get your nips redone. And I want your pretty cock to wear my ring.”

  He gasped. “Daddy!”

  “It’s going to be sexy as hell, holding your hand while they get gone.” Daddy stared into his eyes. “Remember how hot you got, boy, when I told you that cock was mine?”

  He whimpered softly and nodded.

  “I’m going to put a ring on it so that you never forget who it belongs to. Who you belong to. Daddy’s boy.” Daddy cupped his prick through his jeans. “Daddy’s cock.”

  His eyes rolled, and he shuddered, his entire body alight with need.

  Salem squeezed his prick—Daddy’s prick. He shuddered again.

  “Daddy…” he whispered. “Please. I don’t want to mess in my jeans.”

  “Then go get a blanket, and we can open them up.”

  He kissed Daddy in thanks and then scooted to get a big fluffy blanket. Ben nodded to him as he passed by, and he found the man a smile before he ran for his lover.

  Salem had shifted slightly so that when he got back on Daddy’s lap, he was even more comfortable than he’d been before. Daddy helped him pull the blanket around him, and then it was Daddy’s fingers that released his cock from his jeans.

  They were in a cocoon, warm and safe, and he was so hard.

  Now he needed his Daddy to talk to him again.

  “Feel free to wriggle a little, baby. I want you to rub that against my pants, to know you’re hard and out and I’m still fully dressed.”

  “I am hard. You made me.” He was aching with it even.

  “Uh-huh. I did.” Salem’s grin was utterly wicked.

  He chuckled and then stole a hard, happy kiss. Salem put a hand behind his head and took control of the kiss, tongue sweeping into his mouth. He groaned and began to suck on Salem’s tongue, pulling steadily.

  Groaning, Salem pushed up, rubbing them together.

  Salem was hard as nails, grinding up against him, and he grabbed his Daddy’s shoulders.

  “I know you want to ride me, boy. I know if we were alone you’d be begging to have my fat cock buried deep inside you.”

  He nodded. He wanted it. He wanted to be full, to be stretched and aching. “Daddy.”

  “You can fish my cock out, boy. You can lube it up and ride me. But you’ll have to take your pants and underwear off first. I’ll make sure the blanket keeps you covered.”

  “Daddy? No one will be mad?” His heart raced, his world spinning.

  “I promise you, they won’t be mad. They might watch and be happy for us.” Salem slid his hands down the back of Christian’s jeans, grabbing his ass.

  “I need you.” He arched, letting Daddy strip his jeans away. He had to half stand, but between them, they managed to get his lower half naked without flashing anyone.

  The blanket felt good against his bare skin.

  “Now fish me out of my slacks, boy.”

  Christian bit his bottom lip, but did as he was told, whimpering softly at the smell of his lover’s need.

  Salem fished around the pillows on the chair and suddenly a small tube of lube was passed to him.

  “Daddy!” He had to laugh. Had to.

  “What? I might have made a few additions around the house since you’ve come home.” Salem only sounded a tiny bit sheepish.

  “You make me happy, Daddy.” He opened Salem’s jeans, pulling out the thick, fat cock.

  Salem’s eyes went heavy-lidded, and a low, needy groan sounded. It was so sexy, but even sexier was that he was why Salem had groaned.

  He pulled the blanket around them, over them, and he cocooned them in the warm dark. One of Salem’s hands wrapped around his waist, the other slid behind him, finding his hole. A slick finger pushed inside him.

  Oh. Oh, that felt so good. It wasn’t enough, but it was a promise. Salem wriggled his finger around, pushed it in as deep as he could before finally adding a second finger. It opened him up a little more.

  He sighed deeply and leaned his head against Salem’s shoulder.

  “You good, boy?” Salem chose that moment to push in deep, pinging off his gland.

  “Oh fuck!” Oh dammit. Maybe Salem hadn’t heard.

  “Boy!” Salem pushed his fingers in deep again. “That’s a punishment. We can wait until we’re alone for it, but it is coming.”

  “You-you made me!”

  He swore he heard a low, dark chuckle, and then Ben said, “I’ve heard that before.”

  “Maybe twice, hmm?” Salem suggested, and Ben laughed.

  “Over and over. My boys have their own…mmm…right there, boys…their own punishment coming.”

  “Worth it, Daddy,” Isaac said.

  “So worth it,” Tab added.

  “Oh, some boys are cruising,” Salem noted softly.

  He didn’t understand, but then again, maybe he did. When he’d been so mad, he’d been evil so Daddy would help him. It was like their own code, like proof that someone cared enough to pay attention.

  Salem wrapped a hand around the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss, grabbing all his attention, demanding it.

  Suddenly, the world around them dissolved, and he melted into the kiss.

  Salem pegged his gland again, and he bucked, his need growing. Another finger filled him, and it was nearly enough. Nearly.

  “Your cock, Daddy. I need your cock. Please.”

  Soft moans filled the air all around him.

  “You sure you’re ready for Daddy’s cock, boy? You sure you’re open enough?”

  “I need it. I need to be full, Daddy, please.” He was getting desperate.

  “Come on then, boy. Come ride me.”

  He nodded, crawling up to spread for his lover. Salem helped him move back down over the thick cock, and as he lowered himself, it gradually spread him wide.

  He groaned, the burn and pressure making his eyes roll back in his head.

  “Got you, boy. I so have you.”

  “Love.” He felt Salem everywhere. Everywhere.

  “Yes. Love.” Salem’s voice was all growl, the fingers around his waist digging in and encouraging him to ride.

  He moved, clenching and rising, over and over. His heart raced and he ached, wanting to reach down and jack himself. He knew he couldn’t, though. Daddy had said so. But God, he wanted to so bad.

  “I know what you’re thinking. No touching that. It’s mine. All mine, boy.”

  He whimpered.

  “That’s right. This is Daddy’s.” Salem touched his cock, finger sliding along the length of it. “Every inch of it. And these?” Salem cupped his balls. “These are Daddy’s too.”

  He cried out, riding harder. Up and down, he moved faster, taking in that fat cock again and again.

  “Tell me, boy. Tell me whose cock this is.”

  “Oh…” He squeezed his eyes closed, driving toward his orgasm.

  Salem grabbed his balls and tugged on them, pulling him back from the brink. “I asked you a question, boy.”

  “I—” Had he? “Please, love on me.”

  Salem squeezed his cock, hard. “Tell me whose cock this is.”

  “Y-yours.” He was going to shake apart.

  “Daddy’s,” growled Salem. “Say it.”

  “Daddy’s!” he cried out. “I’m Daddy’s!”

  “Yes, you are.” Salem’s hands tightened on his hips and yanked him down hard.

  He sobbed, the blanket falling away from his shoulders. Salem continued to bring him down, to slam up into him, the force from their bodies coming together wonderful.

  He was crazed, the whole world shattering and dark as he moved.

  “You’re allowed to come.”

  He nodded, but he couldn’t seem to. He needed more. He needed a touch. Like Salem knew, he wrapped a hand around Christian’s cock and squeezed, thumb swiping across the tip.

  That was it, was perfect, and he groaned and shot, his world disi
ntegrating.

  Salem moaned and Christian swore he could feel Daddy’s come filling him up.

  He leaned against his lover, struggling to breathe, fighting to keep himself from crying. Salem rubbed his back, hands sliding up and down along his skin.

  “Daddy’s got you, boy.”

  He nodded and sniffled against Salem’s shoulder.

  “I’m inside you, boy. Cock and come. All inside you.”

  He nodded and began to relax, to melt and settle boneless into Daddy’s arms.

  Salem brought the cover back up around his shoulders, keeping him warm.

  “Love you, Daddy.” He was happy, safe, warm.

  “Love you, too, Christian.” He could hear the smile in Salem’s voice.

  “Good.” God, he hoped so.

  He became aware of the sounds from the movie again, along with little moans and groans from the couch.

  He didn’t worry about it. Daddy had him and he was happy.

  Chapter Eight

  Jerusalem threw their clothes into the washing machine, whistling as he worked. He was in a good mood today. Well, he’d been a good mood for a while. No guessing as to why. Chrissy was doing well, laughing and relaxing, cooking for him, managing to make the house comfortable.

  And it was so nice having someone else there. No—it was so nice having Chrissy there.

  He started the washing machine and moved over to the dryer, pulling the clothes out into the clothes bin.

  “…need a fucking cigarette so bad. It’s stupid how much I want one…” He could just barely hear Chrissy’s voice from the bathroom where he was cleaning.

  He called out to Chrissy as he headed toward the bathroom. “You don’t need a smoke, boy.”

  “Huh? I was just talking to myself. Bathroom’s clean.”

  “But you were talking out loud, and I could hear you. You don’t need a cigarette. I’ve got something you can smoke right here.” He waggled his eyebrows while he pawed himself.

  “Daddy!” Chrissy came bouncing out of the bathroom and pushed into his arms. “You’re a goof.”

  “Maybe, but I love to hear you laugh.”

  “You want to go for a walk? It’s a pretty day.” Chrissy snuggled into him, begging a kiss.