by JP Sayle
“Angel…Angel,” I wheezed, and tried again to get my brain to function while Sawyer did something magical with his tongue and the slit of my cock. “Twist your body round so I can suck your cock, too.”
My cock vibrated with the moan he released before he started to shift without taking my cock out of his mouth. He was panting around my erection by the time he swung his leg over my head and presented himself to me.
I chuckled when he wiggled a little, his cock waving in my face.
There were several slurping noises, before he muttered around my cock, “Suck me too.”
With his mouth and tongue all over my cock, it was difficult to concentrate, but I grasped his meaning. Licking the palm of my hand, I took hold of his flushed cock and stroked it firmly. He mewled, and I felt saliva slide over my balls. My arse clenched as I struggled to focus. His cock throbbed in my hand, so I drew it towards my lips, only after I sucked my fingers until they were dripping wet. With his cock in my mouth I moaned as his flavour flooded my taste buds. I moved my soaking fingers to his pucker and used my spit to slick his hole. His thighs trembled and clenched closer to my head as I sucked him fully into my mouth.
Each firm suck I gave Sawyer’s cock, he matched, until we were completely in sync. At the same time, I fucked him with one and then two fingers until he started to undulate above me. His mouth left my cock as his whole body stiffened and his back arched. The cock in my mouth thickened and warned of his impending orgasm, then hot spurts of cum filled my mouth. I continued to suck on his cock and thrust into his arse. He muttered and cried nonsensical words before his quivering, sweaty body landed on mine. This time, he was trying to suffocate me.
I didn’t get time to complain when he swallowed my cock down his throat. There was the sound of gagging and yet more saliva slid over my balls, but Sawyer didn’t stop. With trembling arms, I lifted his leg as I gasped for breath once I’d removed his flaccid cock from my mouth. But I’d no time to catch my breath as Sawyer squeezed my balls and gave a firm suck to the head of my cock.
“Mother Fuckerrrr!” I shouted in a strangled moan as my body strained against the damp sheet beneath me. My thigh muscles contracted painfully as my cock thrummed with painful pleasure as it emptied into Sawyer’s willing mouth. He slurped, sucked, and groaned in what sounded like utter delight, until I had to pull him off as my cock became too sensitive.
He laid his cheek on my thigh, and curled his body into mine, then looked up at me with a smug smile on his face. “Morning, Daddy.”
As he licked enticingly at his puffy lips, I couldn’t help but respond to his happiness. “That’s a wakeup call that I could get used to.” His expression became guarded for a second and I wondered what I’d said.
“Any time…you want, Daddy.” There was a hesitation, but the offer sounded genuine.
I patted the bed next to me. “Come up here for me.”
He did as I asked, but suddenly there was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there a minute ago. I cuddled him into my chest and stroked the top of his head until he melted against me.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I don’t want to,” he said, ever so softly, as his body language changed and he buried his face in the side of my body, hiding from me.
“Daddy isn’t going to get mad, I promise. Just tell me what’s wrong, Angel?” I kept my voice gentle, hoping it would help ease the tension that was now radiating from his stiff body. I worked to remain still, struggling against the bounding pulse that was buzzing through my body.
“I sleep in the other room…” he trailed off as he continued to avoid looking at me.
And it suddenly dawned on me what the problem was. Last night was the first time we’d shared a bed and I’d said it was a reward. Did he assume I’d want him to go back to his own room tonight? What else would he think?
I gave myself a mental slap for being such a dick and not figuring out what the issue was earlier.
“Can you look at Daddy, please?” Although a question, I used the tone that said it wasn’t up for debate, and the air rushed out of my chest when he obeyed. All I could see was dread, and it hurt to see him so unsure of himself. “Do you want to switch bedrooms? Stay in here with me?”
His head bobbed so fast, a tear slid down his cheek.
I rubbed at it with my thumb and sucked it into my mouth. There was a salty taste, but also the all familiar hint of herbs. His skin tended to smell of herbs, and when I’d smelled the bath products he had in non-descript bottles, I’d understood why. When I’d questioned him, he’d explained he made all his body products to help reduce his carbon footprint. I’d even purchased one of the crystals he used as deodorant to see if it was really as good as Sawyer bragged about.
“Then we’ll do that after breakfast.” I ran my fingers over his head. “You can look for the perfect spot in here to keep your little box.”
The smile that appeared at that suggestion could have rivalled a full moon for brightness.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He tugged at my arm before he sat up and got off the bed. He eyed me as I remained lying down. “Come on, we need a shower and breakfast, then…” He stopped talking as his gaze moved about the room.
Although the curtains were shut, they let in a little of the morning light, but not enough to allow him to see the room clearly.
As if he’d just registered that thought, he skipped to the window, naked as a jaybird, pulling open the curtains. He spun back around, his lips pursed as his hand came up and he played with a strand of his hair.
He looked utterly adorable as his nose wrinkled and he pouted at me. “You don’t have any space under your bed,” he stated in a dramatic voice.
The base was solid, but it had drawers on either side, though you couldn’t see them because of the cover. I shifted onto my side and lifted the duvet to reveal the side of the bed. “There’s a drawer here that might be perfect?”
At that, he was over the carpet in a flash and down on his knees, examining the large empty drawer. I could see that whatever we did today, it was going to include moving his meagre belongings and his box into my room. As that reality sunk in, I waited for the anxiety to follow. When nothing happened and the warm feeling inside my chest remained, I released a tremulous breath at what I’d suspected but hadn’t been ready to accept. I was in love with Sawyer. I love him.
It had taken me two years to ask Glenn to move in with me, and another year before I’d really declared how I felt. Had I been kidding myself? I’d never felt this deep-seated happiness I had with Sawyer, that was for sure. I’d spent so much time trying to please Glenn, I’d somehow lost sight of what was important to me. Had he used my need to take care of him against me?
I’d let him use me.
“—then we can put the box in storage.” Sawyer’s excited chatter pulled me from my thoughts, and I swallowed past the bitterness coating my mouth and focused on what was important: Sawyer.
Chapter Twelve
Sawyer
Hearing Boyd call me from the kitchen, I dropped the colouring pen onto the picture I’d been drawing and got up off the floor to go and see what he wanted. We’d decided to stay in all weekend and just have fun, and we had.
Boyd had helped me move my things into his room the day before, and I’d spent an age making sure everything in my box was now tucked in the drawer under his bed. It had been a weird feeling putting my things into something other than the box. It felt kind of monumental, and I’d found myself wandering upstairs just to open the drawer and look inside.
Was it too soon to have all these feelings? To want to talk about them?
Stop it, we’re little today and you’re not supposed to be worrying about the big stuff.
I huffed in frustration, feeling conflicted with myself at wanting to be little and not shut off my head at the same time.
Walking into the kitchen I halted when I saw that Boyd had his coat on. Glancing down at my adult baby grow, my lip poked out. �
�I thought we were staying in?” I said in a sulky tone that got an eyebrow rise out of Boyd.
“We are, but with how busy we’ve been at your house, I forgot to do a food shop and get some essentials. We’ve none of the cereal left that you like and there’s no fresh fruit or veg either. If I want to make the roast dinner I promised you, I need to go and get some shopping.” He tucked his wallet into his back pocket, then grabbed the keys off the counter and walked towards me.
When he reached me, he kissed the top of my head and gave me a wink. “I won’t be long. Maybe you’ll be finished with your picture by the time I get back and you can show me what you’ve done.”
His grin was contagious, and my insides warmed at being able to show him my completed picture. “Oh, Daddy, you’re gonna love it.” I clapped my hands together in excitement.
“I’m sure I will. Go on now, Daddy won’t be long.” He patted my bottom before giving me a quick kiss.
I waved him off at the door before rushing back into the living room, hoping I’d be able to finish the picture I’d made of his garden. I chewed the end of the pen as I looked out the window, then carried on with my colouring in.
Unsure how long I’d spent kneeling on the floor, I groaned when my bladder said I needed to pee. The doorbell chimed, and I froze in a half crouched position then glanced down at my outfit, chewing my lower lip between my teeth. Bugger!
There was no way I was going to answer the door dressed as I was, because I was damn sure that Boyd wouldn’t want me outing him like that. I remained crouched, rooted to the spot, feeling more than a little ridiculous when I realised nobody could see me or get in the house.
As I stood tall, there was a scraping sound, as if someone were messing with the lock on the front door and I literally felt the blood leave my face. Was Boyd about to be burgled? Anger at the injustice of that surged through me, and before I could think about what to do, I looked about for a weapon, then remembered I didn’t need one. Years of training to gain discipline, as my parents had put it, also gave me skills to defend myself and what was mine. And that meant Boyd’s things too. So, instead of ringing the police, like I should have done, I crept as quietly as I could to the door, listening for more sounds.
The moment the front door opened and closed, the air seemed to disappear as I struggled to centre myself. Remember your training, come on. Boyd needs you to do this for him.
I inhaled and exhaled twice before I stepped boldly into the hallway. I didn’t get very far before I went into shock. I wasn’t sure who was more surprised, the man stood by the door, or me. The sudden blood rush I got caused a wave of dizziness as I eyed Glenn and the holdall he clutched in his hands. What is he doing in Boyd’s home?
While my gaze swept him from top to toe, I suddenly felt completely inadequate. He’d clearly dressed for the visit. His outfit looked more suited for a runway model show than a trip to someone’s home. The first time we’d met, I’d hardly had any time to take anything in. Now, as the guy stood eyeing me like I was shit on his shoe, I struggled to understand what Boyd would see in me. I was clearly nothing like this man.
Doing my best to school my features, I stood tall, pretending I wasn’t stood in an adult size baby grow in mint green.
“What do you think you’re doing coming into the house uninvited?” I asked, trying to inject as much confidence into my voice.
When Glenn laughed, I knew I’d failed, but I refused to back down.
Why was he here? How the hell did he have a key to get in?
“How can I be uninvited when I have a key?” He waved the key at me, and my heart dropped. “I think the question should be. What the fuck are you still doing here?” His gaze moved over me again and I saw the moment he registered what I wore. “Jesus, is that a child’s outfit you’re wearing. Christ, I knew there was something funky about you, you’re a bloody pervert.” Disgust coated his voice as he stared at me, his nose curling up like he’d smelt something bad.
Finding it difficult to swallow past the ball lodged in my throat, I blinked back the tears, not wanting to show how much his comment hurt. There were a lot of misconceptions about Littles, and I wasn’t about to try and explain anything to this man. I tried to keep hold of my dignity and ignore his comment.
“I’ll ask again, what are you doing here?”
He took several menacing steps towards me, the intent on his face clear, only this time I was ready for him. I relaxed my stance and took a deep breath, letting it fill my lungs, then I let it go as I pivoted to the left when he swung at my face with his fist. My movements were fluid as I dodged the next two flying fists and the foot aimed at my knee cap.
Glenn was now panting, and his face was a flushed mask of fury. The next punch glanced off my shoulder as I spun and shifted my weight.
“Fucking shithead,” he screamed and lunged at me, only he caught air and went skidding towards the bannister, bashing the side of his face on the wooden post hard enough to make a loud cracking sound. His legs crumpled under him as he dropped to the floor.
I ran towards him and bent down to see if he was okay. Blood poured out the gash above his half open right eye.
About to go and grab a cloth, the door behind me swung open. In a split-second Glenn glanced from me to Boyd and screamed while lifting his hands in defence. “No more, please don’t hit me again.”
“What—”
“Oh my God, what the hell is going on here,” Boyd shouted as he dropped the bags he was carrying and rushed over towards us. He gently moved me to the side, not letting me talk, and bent down to look at Glenn’s bleeding face before he looked at me as if I was a stranger. “What on earth happened here, Sawyer?”
His voice trembled, and my heart felt like it was dying a slow death when he looked back at Glenn, asking, “Are you okay to stand? I need to see if I can get the bleeding under control before I take you to the hospital.” His voice came out a strangled whisper, as if he were in agony.
I didn’t wait to listen to anymore when Glenn gave me a triumphant smirk. Boyd didn’t notice in his haste to help Glenn off the floor. I walked past the men and up the stairs with as much dignity as I could muster. The pain hit once I entered Boyd’s bedroom. It left me panting, as if I’d run a marathon in forty-degree heat. I laid my head on the door I’d shut to block out the voices below.
Did he think I’d hurt someone on purpose? Evidently. He moved me away from Glenn like I was the one that was a monster. A hiccupped sob caught in my throat. Did he believe I could be so horrible? Think about how it looked and what Glenn had said?
Yeah, but Boyd didn’t ask me. He believed what Glenn said without question.
With the betrayal so fresh, I shut my reasonable side out.
Tears ran down my cheeks as I stripped off my clothes, needing to be anywhere but here. I went to the wardrobe to pull out what I’d only placed in there the day before. I did my best not to recall how happy I’d been as numbness filled my chest. I grabbed what I could and shoved it into the large backpack I’d brought my stuff in. I eyed the bed through my tears, knowing there was no way I could cart all my stuff on my bicycle. Opening the drawer, I grabbed my blankie, knowing I’d need it, and left the rest. I’d ask one of my friends to come and get my stuff when I went back to work. Theo would surely help me.
I slung my backpack over my shoulders and stepped back out into the hall, my heart thundering in my ears as I crept down the stairs and straight out the front door undisturbed.
You’re being a coward.
No, I’m not.
The internal debate didn’t help as I swiped at my nose with the sleeve of my jumper. Go home, you knew this was only temporary.
That rang through my head as I quickly unlocked my bike. Reality hit like a freight train, and I started to shake in the chilly afternoon wind. Keep it together, keep it together, I begged repeatedly as my heart felt as if it were being ripped out of my chest. I wobbled down Boyd’s drive, and only once I lost sight of his home, and f
elt I was far enough away, did I pull over into a layby. I let out an anguished cry and wept as I lowered my head and rested it on my forearms, hiding my face.
Chapter Thirteen
Boyd
It had taken all my willpower not to leave Glenn at the kitchen counter and go after Sawyer, when I recalled the utter defeat on his face before he’d walked away. But the sight of Sawyer bent over a bleeding Glenn had been jarring, to say the least. Sawyer was the last person I’d expect to hurt another soul, he was always so gentle.
Then why is Glenn injured, and Sawyer has not explained what happened?
You didn’t give him time to say anything!
Bile burned the back of my throat as Glenn got comfortable on the stool and I strained to hear what Sawyer was doing upstairs.
“I’m going to report him to the police for assault. He’s a perverted menace.” Glenn huffed and puffed indignantly, bringing my attention back to him.
The ugly expression he wore took my breath away and I was reminded again how awful he could be. I sucked in a shaky breath, willing myself to keep control of the temper that wanted to have me snap at him.
“I think you need to remember that you hit Sawyer first. He was probably worried you’d hit him again.”
“Look at me, I’m bleeding. He’s not got a mark on him,” Glenn sneered.
My innards turned to water at the prospect that Sawyer could be done for assault if Glenn pressed charges. Before I could try and placate him, he carried on talking.
“I knew you’d take his side. I’m the hurt one and you don’t seem to care.” His cry was full of anguish before he buried his head in his hands.
“Then why am I in the kitchen helping you?” I muttered sullenly, feeling more than a little conflicted by the whole situation.
It took a second to register that Glenn was peaking at me through his fingers and that caused my nerves to dance under my skin when I looked into his eyes. The calculating look was something I was all too familiar with, as were the dry eyes he watched me with.
