Sawyer & Boyd Duo: MM age-play romance

by JP Sayle

  The mock threat got a full body shiver from Sawyer, his eyes remaining full of laughter.

  “Don’t be silly, Daddy. You don’t want to spank me. I’s done nothing wrong. It’s the pistol’s fault.”

  His joyous childishness was contagious, so I finished stripping off and jumped into the bath, causing a huge spray of water to hit him and the floor.

  He spluttered, then splashed at me. His laughter and the sound of splashing filled the bathroom. He pounced on me and I staggered for a moment as I laughed at him. His smile dazzled me, and my insides lit up.

  Oh fuck!

  Something I was nowhere near ready to name rose in a wave of longing so big I struggled to remain in the moment. Was this what had been missing from my life, from my relationships?

  Chapter Eight

  Sawyer

  With the box of nails clutched in one hand, I rubbed at my aching lower back. My week off from the restaurant had been anything but relaxing. Why did I think offering to help out with the build of my house was a good thing?

  Because you knew Boyd was going to be here helping this week!

  I had to fight to keep in a sigh as I searched the ground for the hammer I’d put down a minute ago when I was looking for more nails. Unable to find it, I glanced at Stu, one of Boyd’s workmen.

  Today he wore an off-grey, skinny fit T-shirt that showed off his rail thin torso. I’d mistakenly thought that he’d never be able to keep up with some of the other burly guys that worked for Boyd, but he’d shown me this week how wrong I’d been to assume anything. The man worked like a Spartan Warrior, and nothing seemed to faze him. This week working on-site, I’d known after just two days, I was the weakling. I’d wanted to cry like a baby at the aches and pains in my body.

  Any thoughts I’d had that I was physically fit enough to compete with these guys had been proven wrong, so I’d resigned myself to doing some of the smaller tasks. “Did someone take my hammer?”

  Stu glanced up from the piece of wood he’d been planing and shrugged. “I didn’t see anybody take it.” He was a man of few words and went back to what he was doing, paying me no attention.

  “Okay then,” I muttered, and stomped off to see if I could find another hammer. I’d barely got three feet when I heard a shout from the above landing.

  “Sawyer, can you go grab one of the wooden struts that’s lying against the wall over there for me?” Boyd asked, peering over the new banister he’d finished fitting the day before, while he pointed to what he wanted.

  “Yeah, gimme a sec.”

  His face was a mask of concentration as he nodded and then disappeared from view. It was an expression I’d got used to when he was on-site. The Boyd at home was a very different man from the one at work, I’d found out.

  At work, he was serious and had a tendency to let his anger out when something pissed him off. When he came home, there was a playful side to him that he embraced right along with the role of being a daddy. I’d not anticipated he’d be such a natural, and he never once made me feel like it was wrong to allow my little to surface.

  So much so that over the last two weeks I’d been living in his home, I found, with his encouragement, that I’d spent a lot more time being little. I paused, recalling the previous night.

  The second I stepped through Boyd’s front door, I sighed. I was so tired and didn’t have the energy to contemplate helping with dinner.

  “That was a big sigh, Angel boy.” His hand stroked my hair before cupping my cheek. “Do you want Daddy to make you something to eat while you go and do something fun like colouring?”

  “Can we snuggle after with my blankie?”

  A slow smile spread over his face. “Yes, we can do that, and I’ll pick out a onesie so you can curl up on Daddy’s lap and get comfy.”

  The note of sweet affection in his voice left me with a fluttering in my chest. He helped me settle at the kitchen table with my colouring pens and a new colouring book he’d bought me. After checking I was happy, he started to sort out our dinner.

  The sounds of him moving around gave me a contented feeling that was becoming familiar. Several times I’d look up and catch him smiling at me indulgently.

  Before too long, he’d set a meal in front of me and we ate in a comfortable silence. After he’d cleared away the dishes, he took me upstairs and into the bathroom to help me shower. The gentleness and loving way he cared for me was something I knew I was going to miss when I had to leave.

  Don’t think about it.

  How could I not think about it? The snarky voice answered, and I struggled to keep still as Boyd dressed me. Each and every loving gesture that allowed me to be myself made it impossible not to think about what would happen when I had to leave him.

  “Why the frown?” His fingertips traced the lines over my forehead after he finished fastening my onesie.

  “Can I have one of my snuggle bears?” I asked, avoiding giving an answer when all I wanted was to be little.

  His fingers lingered a moment as he considered me. “Yes. Go get it and your blankie.”

  His easy acceptance let me breathe a little easier. Once downstairs, he switched on the TV and went to the films he’d downloaded. He picked Aladdin, then placed me on his lap, laying my blankie over me and ensuring snuggle bear was tucked in.

  I blinked the room back into focus as something clattered against wood. My heart twisted in my chest at the sweetness of the memory. In the past, there had always been barriers to me giving free reign to my little. Often, I’d only been that way when I was upset and my little took over. It was totally different with Boyd. There was no expectation, he went with what I needed, and boy it made it far too easy to see what life could be like if I lived with him on a permanent basis.

  Stop right now. You want your own home. It’s your dream remember.

  Is it?

  Not wanting to think about it too hard, I retrieved what Boyd wanted and went to the new staircase to head upstairs. My feet dragged as I gazed around at all the work that had been completed over the past couple of weeks since the men had arrived on-site. My hands gripped tightly onto the wood I held, squeezing tighter at the prospect of moving into my completed house and leaving Boyd behind.

  After the two guys had been to assess my makeshift bathroom, and quoted a stupid amount of money to fit a new one and re-wire the shed to make it reach an acceptable health and safety standard, Boyd had offered for me to stay with him till my house was complete. At the time, I’d been overjoyed thinking I’d be with him for months after all the fuck-ups with previous builders. Sadly, I was mistaken, because Boyd’s firm wasn't anywhere near like the other firms I’d employed to work for me.

  Now, as the days went by and the house resembled an actual structure you could live in, I’d started to worry I’d only have weeks, rather than the months I’d hoped for.

  “Thanks, just put it over by my toolbox,” Boyd requested as I crested the top of the staircase and found him standing there waiting for me. His brow furrowed as he focused his gaze on me. “What’s up?”

  His voice was laced with concern and my stomach fluttered as he took the wood from my hands and laid it down.

  “Nothin’.” I kicked at a bit of sawdust while I lowered my eyes to the floor. From under my eyelashes, I watched him brush his hands down his jean-clad legs before he took a step closer and crouched in front of me. He made sure to catch my eye before he touched my cheek gently.

  “What is it, Angel boy, has someone upset you?”

  Although the question was asked lightly, his eyes got a warning light in them. The protective side I was coming to recognise came to the fore as he waited for me to answer.

  I fidgeted, unsure how to respond without revealing the extent of my worry about moving out. The last thing I wanted was to seem too clingy after the issues he continued to have with Glenn, his ex-boyfriend.

  Boyd had contacted him and warned him off the day after he’d struck me, but I wasn’t deaf, and I’d hea
rd the answer machine messages Glenn was leaving daily. The arse was like a thorn in our sides and I got it, Boyd was a catch, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. I’d made sure to mention his description to the guys at work in case he popped up again, wanting to have another go at me.

  The silence lengthened between and was only broken by the sound of the men’s shouts and the subsequent clattering, thudding, and general noise of men working.

  “Talk to Daddy. Come on, I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” Although he’d lowered his voice, I could clearly hear him, and my heart leapt in my chest at his words.

  “I was thinking about leaving you,” I blurted out, and then groaned when he clearly misunderstood what I meant as he masked his expression with a blank look.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung on as he went to stand. “No, no, Daddy, that came out wrong,” I choked out past the ball of fear now lodged in my throat.

  He stilled, but his arms remained at his sides. I clutched at the hair at his nape and gulped. “I…I don’t want to leave you. I want to stay with you. I know it’s too soon and that we’ve not…you don’t…” I trailed off, my cheeks heating because I wasn’t sure how to broach the subject of sex.

  Boyd had been very affectionate and spent a lot of time touching me, taking care of all my needs with one exception, sex. Initially, I’d not paid it any mind because it was so great to be little with him and he was always making sure I was happy. And although I loved that, I’d been a little uncertain in the last few days as the need for more had become all I could think about. The close proximity to him day and night was doing nothing to help. I’d started to worry my little side was putting him off wanting to have sex with me.

  “We’ve not? I don’t? You need to be a little more specific, Angel boy. What do you mean?” He frowned, and the creases around his eyes deepened as he sounded more than a little exasperated.

  Seeing no way out, I muttered, “Had sex.”

  His expression was unreadable as he stared at me for long seconds. Then my mouth was taken in a brutal kiss that left me hanging on to him for dear life. My lips parted as he plundered my mouth. His tongue tangled with mine. My groan was swallowed in his mouth as he shifted, and I found myself dangling mid-air before he cupped his hands one at a time under my bottom to get a better grip of me. My legs wound around his waist and my fingers dug into his silky hair as the world disappeared.

  The lack of orgasm, that hadn’t really bothered me up until now, roared to life as my back hit a wall and I used the hard surface to push closer to Boyd. The stark arousal pulsing through me clouded my mind to everything other than the need for Boyd. “Daddy, please,” I whined against his mouth.

  “Boyd, you up there?” came a voice I didn’t recognise, breaking the sexual haze.

  My head thudded against the wall as Boyd released my mouth. He was flushed, his hair was a mess, and his eyes held a dark desire that left me in no doubt that, if we’d not been interrupted, we’d have done more than kiss.

  “I’ll be down in a sec,” he called out, his voice sounding more than a little strained, before resting his forehead against mine. “We’ll talk about this tonight.” He kissed my tingling lips. “And in the meantime, I want you to think about whether I should spank you for not being honest with Daddy.” He met my gaze and shook his head, before lowering me to the ground.

  The look of disappointment hurt more than any spank could, so I quickly agreed, hoping to appease him. He gave me one last peck on the lips before heading downstairs. My hands clenched together as he disappeared, and I leant against the wall when my legs found it difficult to hold me up.

  Had I just fucked things up?

  Chapter Nine

  Boyd

  With my body still in a state of arousal, I did my best to concentrate and listen to Rod as he went through the next phase of filling the cavity walls with insulation. Now that the roof was on, and the building was structurally secure from the elements, the internal work had begun in earnest. I’d taken a week off from working on Flamingo Bar to come and help with Sawyer’s house. Normally, I’d leave the work to Rod, the site foreman I’d picked, but with everything Sawyer had gone through with previous builders and the mishaps my firm was going through, I was taking no chances.

  Phil had faxed me the contract and we’d come to an agreement. I’d texted him all the login information for my computers at the end of the week before. We had a planned meeting for Monday, to see what he’d discovered. My stomach knotted at the prospect of uncovering who had it out for me.

  My arousal was dampened down by my worrisome thoughts, which was the only benefit of them. I swallowed a sigh and responded to Rod when his brow arched, and he got a look of expectation on his face. “That’s great. When will the truck arrive with the insulation?”

  “Should be Monday, now. I’d wanted to make sure we’d finished with the roof first.” Rod glanced up and rubbed at his unshaven jaw. “Whoever the previous builders were that said they could do the work; they were talking through their arses. Shitty fucking cowboys.”

  I slapped at his brawny shoulder and scowled. “On that we can agree. I took the paperwork Sawyer had and I’ve reported the fuckers to trading standards. They ripped Sawyer off for tens of thousands. Even if they’d built a house for him, I’m sure the thing wouldn’t have passed building regs.” I sighed as I glanced about the large open plan room cluttered with workmen, tools, and debris.

  “He’ll get his house now. He’s got a good eye and knows what he wants,” Rod said, his voice full of humour. Stu hollered for him, so he walked away, giving me a salute as he did so.

  This week, I’d seen Sawyer in a different light. He’d faced off with two of the men when they’d argued about the logistics of what he wanted. He’d shown he could stand up for himself and I’d applauded him. Then we’d gone home, and he’d gone into little mode the second we’d entered the house and I’d seen the toll it had taken on him. Spending so much time with him had been insightful, not only about Sawyer, but about me, too. And Sawyer’s earlier questioning gave me something else to consider on top of the continued calls coming from Glenn.

  The constant ache in my neck and shoulders left me in no doubt about how tense I was. The upset I’d felt at Glenn attacking Sawyer increased daily with the messages he was leaving at my home. No matter how many times I’d told him to stop, and that it was over, he wasn’t listening. I’d not told Sawyer about the gifts he’d been sending to the office for me. I’d binned them all, but not mentioning it left a bad taste in my mouth.

  Rubbing at the back of my neck, I went to check where everyone was up to before they left for the weekend.

  The remainder of the afternoon was uneventful, but I was glad it was Friday. Excitement buzzed through me at the prospect of a whole, uninterrupted weekend with Sawyer. With his work pattern, it made it hard to plan days with him. When he’d said last week, he was on holiday this week, I’d been thinking all week about what we could do.

  Yet now, as Sawyer sat huddled into his coat and remained silent throughout the fifteen-minute journey home, my excitement was waning. He clutched at the strap of the bag he’d brought our lunch in, the way he liked to clutch at his blankie.

  After I stopped in the driveway of my home, I undid Sawyer’s seatbelt when he waited. I exited the truck and went around the bonnet to open the door for him, helping him out. The cool evening air hinted that even though we were now in spring, winter still wasn’t far enough away to not threaten us with a blast of chilly weather.

  I kept hold of his hand as we walked towards the house, then he hopped from one foot to another as he waited for me to open the door and allow him to step into the house before me. The second he was inside, he headed straight towards the stairs. I sucked in a shaky breath. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  He halted at the base of the stairs and slowly turned around with the bag clutched to his chest, as if he were using it as a protective barr
ier. “I’m going…I was…ermm.” He lifted his shoulders and stopped stuttering as I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows.

  “What did I say back at your house? When we got home, we’d talk about you not asking for what you wanted. I’m disappointed that you didn’t feel you could talk to me about your needs, Angel boy.”

  A heartfelt sounding sigh escaped from his lips as he hung his head, but not before I saw a pink hue colour his cheeks. The light coming from the window at the top of the stairs bathed the top of his colourful hair.

  Taking in his defeated posture, my hands curled into balls at my side with the need to make him feel better. But I restrained myself for the moment, knowing we needed to talk first, for him to understand he had to talk to help me navigate what happened next between us.

  If I’d accepted one thing this afternoon, it was that by being so focused on making sure I’d built a relationship that nurtured his little side, I’d fucked up by not seeing that he still needed more from me. Oh, I wanted to blame him for not talking, but I was equally to blame for not asking. Clearly, he’d been waiting for me to take the initiative, only I’d based my actions on what my previous boyfriends had wanted from me, so I’d held back.

  After our little discussion today, it was as if someone had washed my windscreen after it had been covered in bird shit. Before, it was impossible for me to see out, but now I could see everything and I wanted, no needed, him to be up front with me so there was no misunderstanding between us.

  The tension in the air increased as he remained unmoving at the bottom of the stairs, saying nothing.

  “Follow me.” My tone was authoritative, but I held my breath as I walked into the lounge. Only the sound of a thud, which I thought was the bag being dropped, and feet dragging on the floor allowed me to release the pent-up breath I held.

  I sat on the large leather couch and patted the seat next to me.