by Luna, David
He sucked in a breath, and his whole body started to shake. “Shh, baby, you’re all right. I’m here. Wrap your arms around me. Let’s just breathe. Feel me take in a breath and let it out. Focus only on that, in and out like waves. Can you picture them?”
He could. He could picture the waves, and he began to calm. He sank into Thornton’s embrace, resting his head on the man’s shoulder. He felt the tension float away on the waves he could see in his mind’s eye. It shocked him how well it worked. How could Thornton come along and not only give him so much but understand him so deeply in such a short time? He had no idea what he’d done to deserve to have garnered the interest of a man as good as Thornton, but he’d be forever grateful.
The fact was, he’d never been in a position to be close with anyone. Being what amounted to a hermit didn’t exactly help with that, but being infernally shy when he actually did leave his house didn’t help matters either. And how the hell could he ever expect anyone to understand his issues? He hated the constant fear and stress he felt, but having someone else be a part of that? It was never something he’d even entertained.
Frankly, he was shocked he was even giving this thing with Thornton a chance. But the man had a hold of him. From the moment he’d opened his eyes at the crash site, Thornton had made him feel less afraid. He thought it had just been a fluke, his scared brain telling him Thornton was some kind of savior, but when the man had refused to leave the hospital and remained with him every second of his stay, he knew those feelings of peacefulness, strength, and trust weren’t all in his head.
It wasn’t his imagination making him feel like Thornton was somehow going to be an important person in his life. Every moment they were together, Thornton had been proving himself. Every time he talked about his past and learned about Thornton’s, he knew, no matter what happened, Thornton would be in his life as a friend, at the very least.
But to be offered so very much more than he thought he’d ever be given… it was like a dream come true. He wasn’t about to squander such a dream. He knew it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to feel normal, to feel a part of something, to be made to feel special to someone, someone who was already special to him. He was a fucking mess, but he wasn’t stupid.
So he was going to grab onto that chance, hold on tight, and jump in with both feet. He never thought he’d find himself diving headfirst into a kinky relationship. He could barely even conceptualize a vanilla one, let alone this new world he’d been dropped down into. But something about it, something about the Daddy/boy dynamic, intrigued him.
He wanted to let go. He wanted to be carefree. He wanted to be able to hand over his worries and his constant fears and his ever-present stress. He couldn’t think of anyone who wouldn’t want to do that. And sure, it may have been offered in a strange, unique package, but that didn’t make it any less desirable, any less wonderful, any less intriguing.
He was going to put his everything into figuring out if he could make a man like Thornton happy and maybe, just maybe, make himself happy in the process. Just the thought of it gave him a sense of peace, and he pulled back a bit from Thornton, smiling. “Thank you. I don’t know how you do it, but you’re like the calm in my storm.”
“God, Asher, the things you say. I’m so glad that’s how it feels. I want to be that for you. So much.”
He nodded, leaned in, and kissed Thornton, tentatively at first, and then with more confidence built on the passion the man made him feel. When he ended it, he pulled back. “Can I keep going?”
“Of course.”
Thornton settled back again and left himself open for whatever Asher wanted to do, and Asher wanted to do so very much. But since he was limited, he thought he might just be brave enough, and well enough, to make Thornton feel amazing. Feeling a bit of trepidation, but not enough to stop himself, he trailed his fingers down Thornton’s chest, over his beautiful abs, and down into the treasure trail of hair, brushing his fingers in a feather-soft caress there.
When his fingers slipped lower, Thornton’s cock was too big a prize to ignore. He trailed a finger from base to tip and down again, tracing a particularly dark, thick vein. But the glans held his attention, so he slid his finger back up and dipped his finger into the shimmery precum that dripped out of it. He slid the pad of his finger down the side of his glans and back up, gathering more of the slippery fluid on his skin and spreading it down the side of Thornton’s flared head over and over, until every centimeter of the large helmet head of his cock was shiny with it.
He realized then that Thornton was the one that was full of tension, body shaking beneath him. He glanced up, into Thornton’s eyes, and saw a storm brewing in their depths. But instead of scaring him, it gave Asher confidence. He licked his lips and then pulled his bottom one between his teeth and glanced back down.
He looked at his own leaking cock, circumcised and smaller in both width and length. Lighter in color, too. Ignoring his erection, knowing he didn’t have the strength nor the pain tolerance to do anything about it, he trailed his finger through another fresh drop of precum at the slit of Thornton’s dick. Suddenly, he needed to taste it. He’d tasted his own, of course, but he knew somehow Thornton’s would taste different. And he was right.
The groan Thornton let out sent a thrill zinging through him. “Goddamn, baby boy, you’re killing me.”
Thrilled at just the thought of that, Asher couldn’t hold in his grin, feeling more confidence then he’d thought possible. His voice was breathy when he asked, “Do you like it, Daddy?”
The growl he got in answer had his own drop of precum sliding down his shaft. “You know I do. You’re going to be Daddy’s naughty little boy, aren’t you?”
He gasped at the thrill that shot through his body and straight to his dick at those words. “I think I am.” He felt playful and daring when he looked into Thornton’s eyes, a flirty smile on his lips, and asked, “Is that a good or a bad thing?”
“Aww, god, baby. It’s a good thing. Such a good thing.”
Thrilled by that, completely at the mercy of his own hormones, and high on more confidence than he’d ever felt in his life, he wrapped his hand around the girth of the base of Thornton’s cock, just enough to move the foreskin up and down his steely shaft. The growled “Fucking hell” ratcheted up his own arousal even more.
He tightened his grip, loving the helpless noises Thornton was making, and feeling a sense of empowerment at bringing so much pleasure to a man like Thornton. Jacking his hand, agonizingly slow, up and down the large shaft, was almost as pleasurable as it would feel to have Thornton’s fist wrapped around his own cock and doing the same.
He tugged on the man’s turgid length at a pace he knew would drive Thornton crazy. He’d done it to himself enough times to know that while going fast and hard had its own rewards, going slow and steady, just shy of it being painful, made the inevitable orgasm that much sweeter, that much more powerful.
He paused for several long, drawn-out seconds, met Thornton’s eyes, and then started again as he held his gaze. Wanting—no, needing to see Thornton’s reaction to the pleasure he was giving him, he refused to look away. Thornton was the first to break when he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and growled. A sound that made Asher’s dick leak so much precum, he was worried he’d be unable to stop himself from coming.
But he didn’t want that. He didn’t want his own pleasure. He just wanted to give it all to Thornton. And with that single-minded intensity, he began again. He didn’t quicken his pace, he didn’t tighten his grip, he just. Kept. Going.
Until he stopped. A long-suffering groan escaped Thornton’s lips, and he raised his hands and scrubbed his face in obvious frustration. “You’re edging me. Jesus, baby. Who’d have thought my little virgin would be the consummate tease? When I said you could do anything to me, I should have realized you’d be the one man in my life that could bring me to my knees at the first touch.”
God, he couldn’t mean that, could he? And
if he did? Did Asher truly have that power? Did he want that power? It seemed like a heavy weight to bear, and yet, something about it bolstered his confidence and had his heart beating even faster.
He resumed his ministrations: the slow pump, the soft grip, up and down, the foreskin gliding along with him, engulfing the glans on the way up, revealing it on the way down. Up and down, up and down. He lifted his other hand from Thornton’s abs and trailed his finger through the precum at Thornton’s slit, and he continued using his other hand to jack Thornton’s fat cock.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s it. So good, Asher.”
He could feel Thornton’s muscles contract beneath him. Both of Thornton’s hands lightly gripped Asher’s hips. He knew from the tiny movements of Thornton’s hips, his tightly coiled body was doing its best to keep from pumping up into Asher’s hand. He could see it was a battle of wills for Thornton, and the thought spurred him to continue the agonizingly slow pace of his movements.
Their eyes clashed again, and he had no words that could describe the animalistic glint he saw in Thornton’s. His chest was heaving, and Asher’s own breathing was labored, fast little pants he had no hope of slowing when Thornton’s piercing gaze wouldn’t allow him to look away.
His heartbeat was a fast staccato in his chest, and when Thornton closed his eyes on a groan, he tightened his grip an infinitesimal amount, and that was what tipped Thornton over. The man’s eyes opened a fraction, and he lifted one of his hands and brought it to the side of Asher’s neck, where he gripped Asher just enough for Asher to feel his domination, even as Asher controlled his orgasm. He felt the first spurts of cum escape Thornton’s cock and dribble over his fist: hot, thick, and creamy.
Thornton hadn’t moved his gaze away for a second once he began to come. The muscles in Thornton’s jaw tightened with every volley of his release, and his eyes narrowed to slits as he growled out between clenched teeth. As Thornton’s orgasm wound down, it felt like their connection intensified. Nothing was said between them as they both recovered from what they’d just gone through.
It was the single most intense moment of Asher’s life, and his whole body felt more alive than it ever had before. The smell of Thornton’s seed was so potent in the air around them; he had the burning desire to taste it. He kept his eyes riveted on Thornton’s as he slowly lifted his hand to his mouth and licked Thornton’s cum from the backs of his fingers to taste. Thornton’s tortured groan as he watched Asher taste his release had Asher’s cock leaking more precum.
Thornton sat up, wincing with the effort, carefully wrapped his arms around Asher, and took his mouth in a bone-melting kiss, Thornton’s cum still in his mouth. Their kiss was passionate, and Asher whimpered at the taste of Thornton’s seed, the combination salty and sweet, their tongues circling around each other, making the kiss all the more potent. He knew he’d never get enough of it and couldn’t wait until he could make the man come with his mouth.
“God, baby, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. You made Daddy feel so good. I can’t wait until I’m able to do the same for you.”
Asher blushed and tucked his head into Thornton’s neck. “I’m glad you liked it. Thank you for letting me explore.”
“I will always be happy to have your hands on me, learning my body, learning what I like. I can’t wait to learn yours.”
Thornton cleaned them both up and got them dressed. A long-sleeved, button-up flannel pajama shirt made things easier on his ribs, which he figured would help when he had to go back to work. They headed downstairs, Thornton mentioning he was going to fix them something more substantial for breakfast.
“I need to fill out the paperwork for short-term medical for Jenn to submit. Can I use your computer?”
“Yes, of course. Here, I’ll show you where the office is and get it booted up. You can work on the paperwork while I make us some real food.”
Asher chuckled and followed him downstairs. At the foot of the stairs, Thornton turned left, out of the foyer and down a hall. Asher peeked into each room as they went by them: a couple of spare bedrooms, a bathroom, a…
Holy shit.
He let out a quiet gasp and pushed the door open to what could only be the playroom Thornton had mentioned the day before. The walls were a stunning clash of color and design Asher knew after looking at Damon’s sketchbook the night before were all his doing. There was a cityscape featuring a highway leading out of the city with cars, trucks, motorcycles, and semi-trucks. Running parallel to the highway was a train track with trains on it, houses dotted along the hills in the background.
As the highway turned into streets, the streets led to a neighborhood, which led to woods with wildlife of all kinds, which led to a river and then the ocean full of sea creatures, which led to the shore and back to the city. He’d walked into the middle of the room and just taken it all in. All four walls had been painted with such intricate detail he could hardly believe his eyes.
He felt Thornton’s presence behind him before he felt the warmth at his back. He didn’t know what to say to a man that committed himself so wholeheartedly to making someone else happy. And this room was happiness personified. He’d never been so charmed and delighted, and yet felt so calm and peaceful, as he did in this room. And he’d never wanted to explore a space so much in his life.
Chapter Sixteen
Thornton
Thornton headed down the hallway leading to his office. Walking to his desk, he woke his iMac, the monitor lighting up with the spreadsheet full of numbers he’d been looking at for one of his businesses. “I’m assuming you have a Google accou—”
When he looked up and found the office empty, he retraced his steps into the hallway and realized Asher must have peeked into the playroom on their way past it. The door had been left partially open, as it always was, but he hadn’t thought about it. He could understand why it would have drawn Asher’s interest, though, because Damon’s artistic talents covered the walls in the room.
Thornton still loved the mural he’d done for his little space. He hoped Asher did too. If not, he’d have to work with Damon to do something more to Asher’s liking. He realized that thought was getting way ahead of himself, but he looked at Asher and saw permanence, so he’d be thinking and acting accordingly, with himself and Asher, until the time came that he didn’t. He sincerely hoped that time never came.
When he stood behind Asher, Thornton gripped his hips and stood flush to the boy’s back, resting his chin on Asher’s head. “You found the playroom.”
Asher fairly vibrated in his grip. “When you said playroom, I didn’t… This isn’t what I envisioned.”
Concerned, he pulled back and turned Asher around, taking in his pink cheeks and vulnerable expression. “Asher, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
Asher shook his head, bewilderment obvious. “It’s like… It’s the perfect room for a little. A wonderland. It’s so big—why is it so big?”
Thornton shrugged. “I think it was meant to be a media or movie theater room, not sure. But it’s perfect for a playroom, isn’t it?”
Asher nodded. “It is. There’s even a bed. Is it also a bedroom?”
“No, that’s for naptime.”
Asher’s eyes got big. “Naptime?”
Thornton nodded. “Sometimes little boys need naps when they’ve had a long day or are feeling overwhelmed.”
Asher nodded slowly and turned to look at everything again, still appearing a bit shocked when he said, “I didn’t… I don’t know what I expected, but…”
“This is a room I put together with my future little in mind.” Thornton hoped he put enough inflection in that for Asher to understand it had significance, but he couldn’t say more than that. Not yet. Asher was so new to everything; he didn’t want to add pressure or stress to the situation.
“Your future little.” Asher whispered that, and his eyes grew big.
He turned back around before Thornton could say anything. Thornton watched, heart in his t
hroat, as Asher walked around, hands gripped together in front of him as if scared to touch anything. When he got to the bookshelf with its assortment of children’s books, he watched Asher’s hand—shaking with some kind of emotion Thornton couldn’t decipher—reach out as if to touch the spine of a book.
Turning back to Thornton, Asher’s gaze was almost pleading. “Go ahead. You can look at, play with, and touch anything in this room. Nothing is off-limits to you in here.” That didn’t feel like enough. “That goes for everything, actually. Absolutely nothing of mine is off-limits to you, baby.”
He thought he saw the shimmer of a tear about to fall, but Asher turned around before he could tell. Approaching, he watched as Asher touched the spine of one of the books. The Polar Express, with its gorgeous illustrations and inspiring message to believe, had always been one of his favorites. The boy’s finger traced down the spine, and finally, he found the courage to pull it from the shelf.
Asher held the book in one hand and opened it with the other, turning page after page, his fingers sometimes tracing reverently down the beautifully illustrated drawings that had been done by the author using oil pastels. He couldn’t help but ask, “Is that a favorite?”
Asher turned his gaze towards Thornton, and his heartbeat sped up when the tear he thought he’d seen trailed down Asher’s cheek. Stepping forward, he caught the tear on the back of his finger as he traced the track of the tear up Asher’s face until his finger brushed Asher’s eyelashes. “What is it, Ash?”
Asher closed the book and held it close to his chest, hugging it as he turned and looked around the playroom again. “Why does it feel like home?”
Oh, Jesus. This boy, this beautiful boy was taking him apart piece by piece.
