A New Chapter

by Tymber Dalton

  “Love you, too, Master.”

  They climbed into the shower and Rom started the water. Yes, they’d probably run out of hot water if they stayed in too long, but at least it was a warm day and cold water in their part of Florida usually wasn’t colder than seventy degrees this time of year.

  Rom pressed Colton against the wall as he kissed him. Colton closed his eyes and let go, wanting to make the best of this situation. He loved Rom—the love of his life, definitely.

  This series of annoying interruptions, in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t a big deal. Not when looked at as a whole. Considering the good life they had together—and the life they’d be able to give to Clayton—Colton knew he needed to relax and enjoy what they had.

  Aggravations and disruptions and all.

  Because he had this loving man to share his life in the first place.

  Rom lifted his mouth from Colton’s. “Come back to me, baby,” he softly sing-songed.

  “Sorry, Master.”

  Rom trailed his fingers down Colton’s body, across his pecs, brushing over his nipples, teasing him. “Stay with me,” Rom murmured. “Be my good boy. Let me take your mind off your troubles.”

  His fingers skimmed down Colton’s abs, over them, lower. When Rom’s fingers closed around Colton’s cock, it hardened immediately in Rom’s hand as he gently squeezed.

  Rom never had trouble getting Colton hard. That was one thing always perfect between them—the sexual chemistry they shared was off the charts.

  Up until this point, they rarely went longer than a couple of days without having sex in some form, even if only jerking each other off in the shower. Between the emotional toll and physical toll of the last several days, and their newest addition, it’d been four days.

  And Colton was getting a little…antsy.

  Which was weird, because before Rom, his sex drive had dipped since he didn’t have a partner.

  Now? Hell, Rom could give him a sultry look and Colton was popping wood over him.

  Rom leaned in as he slowly stroked Colton’s cock, taking his time to rub his thumb over the slit, gathering the pre-cum pearled there and smearing it all over the head of Colton’s cock. “Who’s my good boy?” Rom whispered.

  “Me, Master.”

  Rom reached up and cupped the back of Colton’s neck with his other hand. “I’m going to make my boy feel good,” he promised as his fingers slowly teased Colton’s cock. They squeezed, eased, working up and down the length of his shaft and milking more pre-cum from him, making his balls ache with need.

  Colton moaned and realized he was thrusting into Rom’s hand. Rom pulled him in for another kiss, their lips slanted against each other while Rom’s tongue teased and taunted.

  Subspace also teased and taunted. Rom had a way of coaxing him into it even without impact play. Their rapport far surpassed anything Colton had felt with any other partner before.

  Rom broke that kiss. “On your knees, boy,” he said.

  Colton had to remember they were in the shower and not hit the floor too hard and risk getting an inquisitive phone call from downstairs about the noise. Kneeling put him at the perfect height to suck Rom’s cock. And from the feel of Rom’s fingers on the back of his head and guiding him, that’s exactly what Rom wanted from him.

  He gladly complied. He’d spent countless hours on his knees for Rom, or in a similar position. It was one of his favorite things, to worship his Master’s cock and know he was the only one who got to do this for him.

  And that Colton was the only one Rom would ever do it for, too.

  Leaning in, he slowly flicked his tongue along the slit of Rom’s cock, playing with it and loving the sharp hiss of pleasure he earned in return. Time and aggravations and thoughts about anything else vanished as his world shrank to encompass only Rom and what they were doing. Colton slowly swirled his tongue around the head of Rom’s cock, teasing him, playing with it, knowing if Rom wanted more immediately he had no trouble taking it from him.

  That meant Rom was enjoying this.

  No other partner he’d had made Colton feel like this, eager and needy and nearly desperate to make his guy happy. To take his time with exploring his cock, making love to it with his tongue and lips. He reached up with his other hand to cup Rom’s sac in his palm, then he worked his way down Rom’s cock and slowly laved his tongue over the man’s balls, too. Taking one, then the other into his mouth, back and forth, drawing more sweet hisses and gasps from his Master.

  He took great pride in this. Rom had a quiet, calm strength about him, nearly unshakable, and in moments like this the fact that Colton knew he was the only one who could make him come undone in this way made his heart and soul swell with pride and love.

  They were meant to be together and no one could ever convince Colton otherwise.

  Colton glanced up to see Rom had braced one hand against the wall. The other he kept cupped around the back of Colton’s head, his fingers kneading and massaging Colton’s scalp.

  Colton went deep on him, loving the sounds rolling from Rom as he pleasured him. He pulled off to the head and teased the tip with his tongue, flicking along the slit. Warm, salty pre-cum rewarded his efforts, and he went deep again, wanting more.

  “That’s it, baby,” Rom said. “You know what Master likes.”

  Yep, subspace. He held on to Rom’s legs, his fingers curling around the backs of Rom’s thighs as he surfed his buzz and worshipped Rom’s cock. There were few things that felt better than this.

  * * * *

  Rom knew how to short-circuit his boy’s brain. It was sweet and simple and completely replicable on a regular basis. As Colton’s perfect mouth sucked and licked his cock, Rom’s balls ached from the strain of holding back.

  Yeah, it’d been a few days for them, which was unusual.

  There was something indescribable about the way Colton worked his lips over every square inch of flesh on his cock. Then down, to his balls, to gently mouth them, sucking one and then the other into his mouth before working his way up again.

  Finally, Rom couldn’t hold back any longer. Colton was too good, too perfect. When Rom’s climax started deep in his balls, his fingers dug into the back of Colton’s head even harder. Pleasure coiled, tightened, snapped, and as it shot through him, his balls contracted and his cum erupted, right into Colton’s willing and eager mouth. His boy sucked and swallowed and kept his orgasm rolling just to the point of almost too much when he eased up, holding Rom’s wilting cock in his mouth and waiting, knowing what Rom wanted.

  “Good boy,” Rom managed after catching his breath. “Sooo fucking good.” Colton rested his forehead against Rom’s thigh for a moment. “On your back,” he finally said.

  Rom snagged the bottle of lube from its usual resting spot and knelt over Colton. “My boy’s earned a special treat today,” he said. Then he quickly lubed his own ass and Colton’s cock and lined the head of it up with his rim.

  “Get what you need, baby,” Rom told him as he pressed down, easing Colton’s cock inside his ass. The slight pinching burn quickly transformed to pleasure as he settled into place and listened to the sweet noises erupting from his boy.

  Colton let out a soft groan as his hands settled on Rom’s hips. “Oh, yeah!”

  Rom rode him, his hands resting on Colton’s pecs as he rose and fell. Slowly, he drew his hands lower, so he could play with Colton’s nipples while he fucked him. He pinched and rolled them between his fingers, feeling every twitch of Colton’s cock buried in his ass in response.

  “Come for me, baby,” Rom softly coaxed. “You know I love giving you this treat. Show me how much you enjoy it.”

  He felt how Colton struggled not to dig his fingers in too hard, always careful about trying not to hurt Rom. Which always amused Rom, in some ways.

  His big, sweet snuggle puppy.

  Who would take one hella huge-ass beating from Rom, but who was gentle and precise with those gorgeous hands of his.

  Sweet.
Everything about Colton was sweetness, and goodness, and light, and love.

  Which was another reason Rom hated Colton’s parents. Because they’d had a perfect son—two perfect sons—and didn’t love and appreciate them.

  They’d done their best to extinguish the light within this beautiful soul.

  Rolling Colton’s nipples between his thumb and fingers, he smiled down at him in the dim light. “You going to come for me like this, boy?” Rom flexed his ass around Colton’s cock, squeezing it.

  Colton’s lower lip caught under his teeth as he nodded.

  Rom alternated between tweaking Colton’s nipples and brushing the pads of his thumbs over them. Colton’s hands cupped Rom’s ass, fingers squeezing, kneading him, and Rom knew he was close.

  Finally, Rom felt it when Colton’s larger body tensed beneath him, back arching as he thrust his cock up into Rom, their wet bodies slapping together under the spray as Rom rode him hard, feeling Colton’s cock deep inside his ass.

  Rom hoped the grannies downstairs couldn’t hear, but if they did—well, they shouldn’t be eavesdropping on them, then.

  Colton’s eyes squeezed closed even as he squeezed Rom’s ass one last, hard time before falling still beneath him.

  Rom leaned in and kissed him. “Better, baby?”

  He nodded. “Better, Master.” He smiled up at Rom. “You always make it better.” He stroked Rom’s thighs. “Love you.”

  “Love you, too, baby.”

  The bathroom lights switched on.

  Colton groaned. “Goddammit!”

  Beneath them, the grannies cheered.

  Chapter Ten

  Rom and Colton were in the pick-up line and waiting for Clayton when school let out a couple of hours later.

  “I can’t believe I’m a dad,” Rom mused. He was driving, Colton still too nervous about everything to even attempt it.

  It was easier, in Colton’s mind, to let Rom handle the driving for now.

  “There he is,” Colton said. He rolled down the window and waved. Clayton saw them and hurried over, quickly jumping in the backseat.

  “Well?” Colton asked as he looked back at him and prayed for a positive answer.

  Clayton smiled. “It was good. I felt a little weird at first, but I ate lunch with some kids from my English class, and they’re nice.”

  Colton reached back to give him a fist bump. “Good job!”

  Rom pulled out into traffic and got them headed for home. “How much homework do you have?”

  “Oh, boy. I have math. I’m glad they put me in the basic math class. I think I’m way behind. Everything else was okay, though. I might have trouble with biology.”

  “Well, what we can’t help you with, we’ll get you a tutor,” Rom told him.

  Colton couldn’t help it. “We got you something else, a surprise. It’s back at the apartment.”

  “What?”

  “It’s a surprise,” Colton repeated. “Tell us about your classes…”

  By the time they returned home, Colton felt good about Clayton attending his new school. Sure, there could be problems with bullies that might develop, but at least Clayton was tall, like he was. That’d help a lot, as long as the bullies didn’t think they could cow him.

  “Would you mind if I went by Clay instead of Clayton?” he asked.

  Colton exchanged a glance with Rom before looking back at him. “Why would we mind?”

  Clay shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never really liked Clayton.”

  “You go by whatever you want,” Rom assured him.

  “Thanks.” He offered an awkward smile. “My first teacher asked if I preferred Clayton or Clay, and I realized I actually had a choice now.”

  “Of course you do,” Colton said. “Or if you want something else entirely.”

  As promised, they detoured through the store downstairs so the grannies could ooh and aah over Clay and get hugs before the three of them headed toward the back to go upstairs.

  “They really like me,” the boy said, sounding awestruck.

  “Yeah, they do,” Colton told him. “Most of them knew Grammy, and they loved her. So they loved me, and that means they’ll love you, too.”

  The boy nodded like he couldn’t believe it. Colton knew how he felt, because there were times in the immediate aftermath of moving in with Grammy that he couldn’t believe all those nice people liked him, either, and he’d already known nearly all of them, some of them for his whole life.

  It was another feeling that would eventually go away for him.

  “What?” Rom asked as they headed up the stairs.

  Clay shook his head. “Mom and Dad didn’t pay me much attention, unless they had chores for me to do, or wanted to yell at me for something.”

  “Well, that sounds familiar,” Colton snarked.

  Inside, Rom handed him the phone and charger. “We’ve already programmed our numbers into your favorites for you. And Ina and Chad’s, the store, and Aunt Roberta and Uncle Mike. I listed them as emergency contacts with the school, too. So if something ever happens, they’re the only ones legally able to sign you out if Colton and I can’t come do it.”

  Clay burst into tears again and threw his arms around Rom in a hug. “Thank you!” Then he hugged Colton. “Thanks! This…this is awesome! I’ve never had a phone before.”

  “Never?” Colton asked.

  “No.”

  Rom took it from him. “Let me show you how it works…”

  Once they finished that quick orientation, Rom returned it. “Three rules—One, Colton and I always have the right to look at your phone. We’re paying for it, and you’re under eighteen, so we own it. When you’re older, if you want to work part-time to pay for your own phone, once you’re eighteen, then that’s your phone. Two, I’m going to have a monitor activated on it. There’s unlimited data, but I see you doing stuff on it you shouldn’t be, including using it at times you should be in class or sleeping, I’ll deactivate the extra features so all you can use it for is basic phone calls. And three, no naked pics, sending or receiving. You’ll lose it completely if you do that. If someone sends you something like that, you need to tell us immediately so we can deal with it. Besides, that’s against the law for kids, and you could get expelled. Got it?”

  Clay nodded. “I promise! This is so cool! Thank you!”

  Rom patted him on the shoulder. “Go change clothes, and then show us what you’ve got for homework.”

  “Yes, sir. Oh, they’re going to get me a tablet.” He set his backpack on the table and rummaged through it to find a form, which he handed to Rom. “All the kids use them, but I need this filled out before they can give me one.”

  Rom took it. “Okay. We’ll get this done for you.”

  “Thank you.” He headed for his bedroom.

  Colton noticed the smile on Rom’s face. “What’s that look for?”

  Rom indicated the form. “We’re dads. Still having a hard time believing it.” His smile widened. “This is really cool.”

  * * * *

  Friday morning, they took Clay to school and dropped him off before returning to the apartment for a fortunately uninterrupted fucking—in their bed—that left them both drowsy and come-drunk.

  Happy.

  Colton curled up against Rom and wore an adorable, blissful smile. “That was wonderful, Master.”

  He played with Colton’s hair. “You were pretty awesome yourself.”

  Rom’s phone vibrated with a text on the nightstand, and he checked it to find it was from Kent.

  Party weekend after next. Y’in or pass?

  Rom smiled. “I think I can take care of the spanking issue for you, boy.” He showed Colton the text.

  “Oooh, yes, please! We can ask Chad and Ina to let Clay come over for the evening.”

  Rom texted him back.

  Yes, please. Been a weird week and we’ll need the play time.

  Rom’s phone rang seconds later.

  “What’d you mean a
weird week and you’ll need play time?” Kent asked. “Aint’cha on your honeymoon?”

  “Well, sort of, in theory.”

  “Uh, you got married in my backyard. What happened?”

  By the time Rom finished telling him the story about fifteen minutes later, Kent sounded ready to kill. “You need anything for him—I mean anything—you’d better tell me, and I’ll make sure we make it happen.”

  Rom held Colton a little tighter, overcome by emotions. “Thanks.” He tearfully laughed. “Might regret that if we need help with college tuition.”

  “Nah, you said he likes computers, right? He decides he wants to go into coding, we’ll let him intern at our place.”

  “So about that party, we’ll come, but we might not be staying all night. I mean, we’re a definite maybe. I want to make sure Clay will be okay staying with Chad and Ina, and I don’t want to leave him alone yet.” Kent had met Chad and Ina and Rom’s nephews at the wedding and hit it off with the family.

  “Oh, sure, that’s fine,” Kent said. “Hey, family and work have to come first. Believe me, I know that. My dad disowned me when I came out. Lucky my mom still kept some contact with me, but had to be sneaky, right? I hope your attorney dry-fucks those people with barbed wire. Poor kid’s lucky he didn’t get hurt or killed on the way to your place. Fucking assholes.”

  Once Rom ended the call, he lay there, processing. What he’d experienced in his life was the polar opposite of the brothers’ experience, and he knew it. He was lucky.

  Damned lucky.

  Not that he lost his parents, but that he’d had Chad and Ina and they only let supportive people into his life.

  “When do you want to ask him, Master?”

  “Soon as we pick him up.” They were supposed to head over to Chad and Ina’s tonight for dinner, so Rom texted her the question about if Clay could stay overnight next weekend.

  Which, of course, received a resounding yes.

  When they picked Clay up that afternoon, Rom waited only as long as it took him to safely leave the pick-up line and pull back out into traffic.