Chance at the Impossible

by J. M. Dabney

  “Fuck me.”

  “Baby, is this what you want?” Brent's voice broke.

  He watched as Brent stroked his thick cock and the big man shifted away to remove the plug. He whined at the emptiness, but the ripping of a condom wrapper made him tense. His excitement grew until he couldn't stop himself from writhing on the bed. Then everything went still as the fat head pushed to his stretched hole and slowly slid in until Brent's lower body was flush with his. He clenched down as his Daddy started to retreat and screamed as Brent slammed forward. The force was pushing him up the bed. His Daddy's strong hands curled around the front of his thighs, and he was at the man's mercy.

  Slow retreats, then brutal piston hard snaps, pain and pleasure, his Daddy used him roughly. He felt tears leak from the corners of his eyes, slipping down his temples into his hair and then Brent was on top of him. Daddy's hands curved around his shoulders from underneath. Rough turned to lovemaking. Slow and easy, soft shared kisses, and he opened his eyes to watch. Brent was smiling at him, his eyes bright and full of an emotion he didn't want to dare to name.

  “Boy, Daddy loves you so much. So long.”

  “Daddy.”

  “Always meant to be in my bed.”

  Brent's big body moved sensuously in slow arches, loving him tenderly.

  “Do you love me, baby?”

  “Yes, always.”

  Brent's fingers sunk into his hair and cupping the back of his skull.

  “Miller, god, baby.” Brent's mouth slammed down on his as his pace slowly increased.

  Brent's hard abs were rubbing his cock, and his balls drew up tight, his orgasm so close and his scream turned into a squeak as he shot his release between them. Brent rutted against him, and then the big man was growling, shaking on top of him as Brent came.

  The hug he received nearly pushed all the air from his lungs and then his hands were free. He embraced Brent as they kissed, whispering to each other until their bodies calmed.

  “Never letting you go, baby. Stay with me.”

  He couldn't form words he just pressed his mouth to Brent's again and nodded.

  12

  Brent woke up an hour ago, but couldn't leave the bed. His boy looked so comfortable tucked against him, and he hardened thinking about loving on Miller. He hadn't meant to confess his love being balls deep in his little man, but he'd seen it in Miller's gaze. The easiness in which he'd gone from friend love to something more intense should've scared him. As much as he'd dreamed of making Miller his over the years, he'd always told himself he was too old, too sick, but in the end, his man was made for him.

  Miller's hair was a mess where they'd gone back to bed after he'd taken his boy to the shower to clean him up. Miller's hand was resting over his heart, and he took it in his to bring it to his mouth, brushing a kiss across his man's knuckles.

  “Is it time to get up already?” Miller's voice was soft and husky from sleep.

  “For me it is, you can sleep in.”

  “Call in sick or late. I don't care which.” His boy pushed him onto his back and laid on him like a blanket.

  “Baby, as much as I'd love to stay home, short-staffed remember. We need a receptionist. The last one fucked her way through all my straight and bi guys.” He stroked his hands up and down Miller's back, then rearranged the sheet across his boy's waist. Miller's skin was cool, and he hated when his little man was uncomfortable.

  Miller lifted his head, and he nearly laughed at the pissed off look on his boy's adorable face.

  “What did I say? My cock belongs to you.”

  “It better.”

  “You're sexy when you're jealous.”

  He kissed Miller's cute pug nose and chuckled at his boy's adorable growl.

  “Don't make a habit of it. Why don't you put up an advertisement at the college?”

  “Good idea.”

  He'd worked for a handyman service back in college to take care of himself and Troy. Lots of places didn't give college kids a chance because most of them just wanted temp jobs during Summers or just while they were in school. He laid his head back on his pillow and stared up at the ceiling as he just savored the freedom to touch and hold Miller. He'd denied himself so long, and he had years to make up for. He'd never get tired of being with Miller.

  “Brent?”

  “What, baby?”

  “Did you mean it last night when you said you loved me?”

  He tensed his abs and sat up so quickly Miller yelped.

  “I didn't mean to tell you during sex. I think that's the worse time to say it.”

  “So, you didn't—”

  “No, baby, look at me.” He didn't wait for Miller to obey before he cupped his boy's face in his hands. “I do, so much. When I first noticed you as more than a friend, you'd just turned twenty-one. I got that call from the cops to come bail you out. And when you told me that story, all drunken and adorable, I wanted to kiss you.”

  “So, naked me dancing in a fountain does it for you?”

  He knew what Miller was trying to do. His man joked when he was insecure or uncomfortable about something, any other time he'd let his boy get away with it, but not when he came to his feelings for Miller.

  “No, your joy did it for me, but I quickly pushed it down. Part of me thought it was wrong because of your age and who you were. I buried it so deep that I could pretend that it didn't exist.”

  “What made you think about it again?”

  “The first time you kissed the top of my bald head and hugged me as I cried because I didn't want to go through another treatment. You told me all the reasons I had to go on. I'd never experienced jealousy until then, the night I sent you off with Troy to get him out of the house. The next morning, Troy mentioned you hooked up with someone and I was so angry.”

  “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

  “I didn't know if I'd live. Mourning me as a friend is one thing, but as a partner, lover or whatever…that's different.”

  “No, it's not, I loved you. I would've mourned you as so much more than a friend.”

  “Why didn't you ever say anything? Take the lead?”

  “Daddy, have you seen you?”

  “That's not an answer.”

  “I always saw myself as a fuck up. I went through men who never really got me. Always a poor substitute for the man I wanted. The moments I got to tease you. The playful kisses and all, they sustained me but also made it so much worse. You didn't shy away when I kissed you.”

  Miller always seemed so confident. He sometimes forgot how Miller grew up—the family he'd been a part of before he came to stay with them.

  “Even if we were just friends, I wouldn't deny you affection. You do know I remember all those stories of how your parents never hugged you or told you all the amazing things you did. You were beautiful and loving. You deserved everything.”

  He kissed the top of Miller's soft blond hair as the man lowered his head to rest on his chest.

  “Now, I want you to curl back up and get some more sleep.”

  “Brent, last night…thank you.”

  “Why are you thanking me?”

  “You loved me. Went through all the trouble of making it special. I know we've been sleeping in the same bed, handjobs and blowjobs, but last night seemed like you thought I was special.”

  “You are special, Miller. And I didn't do anything extraordinary. When people care or love each other, showing them that is never trouble. I just want you to know how much you mean to me, okay?”

  Miller nodded, and Brent rolled him onto his back to kiss him but backed off before he let it go too far. As much as he'd love to spend all day in bed with Miller, he had to go to work.

  “Now, if you feel the need to get off before you get up, make sure you call so I can hear you scream my name.”

  “Perv.”

  “But you sound so sexy when you get off for me. Especially last night. I'm gonna be hard most of the day thinking about it.”

  Mill
er giggled, and he forced himself to get out of bed. He glanced over his shoulder in time to find his boy curling around his pillow and closing his eyes. The sun wasn't even up yet, and Miller needed more sleep. He went to the bathroom and then grabbed a towel. He turned on the shower and stepped under the spray before it was warm–he needed the blast of cold.

  Every morning was a nightmare for him. His cock was always hard and aching from dreaming about his boy, but it was so much worse when Miller was in his bed. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask Miller to move in, and as much as he wanted his man here every night, they needed a bit more time. Maybe he was being more cautious than he should, but he still had doubts. Not about his feelings or Miller's. No, he was still worried about pushing them both too soon.

  His little man was independent and used to doing things his own way, same with him. He shook his head and quickly finished his shower. His brain would start doing funky shit if he let it. He loved his boy. Wanted him to move in, and more than that, he wanted his ring on Miller's hand.

  At the thought of a proposal, his chest tightened. Did Miller want to get married? Commitment didn't automatically come with rings exchanged and vows spoken. Miller was his even if they never went through the whole process. He still wanted a ring on his boy's finger though. Something to let everyone know he was taken. His boy was special and deserved to be treated as such.

  He finished rinsing off and turned off the water, and then he stepped out to dry off as he walked into the bedroom. Miller was softly snoring, and he laughed as he got dressed, sat on the side of the bed to lace up his boots. He turned to gently kiss his boy's cheek so as not to wake him up and stood to head off to work.

  13

  He groaned as he stretched his back and stood up from his desk. Gertrude was off on a holiday with friends, and he was trying to catch up on her list of things left to do before the fundraiser dinner. They had to do a last-minute caterer change. Sloan Issacs and his mom were kind enough to pencil in the job. They ran Isaacs's Diner but also had a side catering business. Haley was a magician in the kitchen. Him and Troy had known Sloan since high school, and Sloan had just moved back to the states after traveling a few years.

  “Papa,” Bella called his name.

  He hadn't spent enough time with the little girl lately, but it was Friday, and she was coming to stay the weekend with him and Brent.

  “You okay, baby girl?”

  “Yeah, are you done with work yet?”

  “Actually, I can finish whatever on Monday. You ready to go grocery shopping?”

  Her only answer was jumping up to shove her coloring books and crayons into her backpack. Miller went back to the desk to do the same and made sure he had the list he'd made that morning before he'd left Brent's place.

  He rarely spent nights at his apartment anymore, and if he did, Brent normally showed up at bedtime complaining he couldn’t sleep without him in bed. A month had passed since they said they loved each other and everything was going along great. Brent respected his need for space and alone time, so he'd gone out a few nights with Troy to a club they liked. He stumbled out of the cab to find Brent watching him with a look nothing less than indulgent and then carrying him to bed.

  They hadn't had another jealousy episode. He'd learned more about Brent than he had before. They talked about hopes and dreams. Brent had even talked about asking him to move in, but he wasn't going to force him into answering until Miller was ready. He'd love to live with Brent. They practically already were, but he wondered if their relationship would change with being in each other's space and trying to combine their lives. They'd never lived with a partner before.

  He slung his bag over his shoulder and took Bella's hand to lead her out to the car. He got her buckled into her booster seat, all safe and sound, then got in the driver's seat, pulling off and glanced in the rearview mirror.

  “Since it's still early, what do you say to mani and pedi? We haven't gotten our nails done in a while. Then we can go grocery shopping?”

  “Yay, I want flowers.”

  “And flowers you shall have.”

  It was only early afternoon, plenty of time to have a Papa and Bella date before going to the store. He carried on a conversation with her all the way through town toward the salon. He loved Bella. Had from the moment he'd met the girl. He smiled to himself as he remembered why she called him Papa. It had just become a thing he hadn't questioned.

  He parked in the grocery store parking lot because it was down the block from the salon. He got her out of the car and took her hand.

  “Why don't you and Grandpa live together?”

  “Well…” He tried to figure out how to explain. “We're not married.”

  “But you love each other. Dad and Daddy lived together before they got married.”

  He was the fun one—he wasn't supposed to explain how the world worked. “Me and Grandpa just haven't talked about moving in together yet.”

  “But you're supposed to live together if you love someone.”

  Everything was so easy when you were a kid. It was all black and white without the gray muddying up the landscape.

  “Sometimes when people love each other they like to take their time.”

  “But you're going to be there the whole weekend.”

  “Yes, I'm going to be there the whole weekend. I'll read your books and do your hair.”

  “Okay.”

  He breathed a sigh of relief that the conversation seemed to be over with and he opened the door. She ran inside to go say hi to the lady that normally did her nails. He went to see how long of a wait they had.

  “My granddaughter wants flowers today.”

  “And whatever the little miss wants she gets.” The reception said with a chuckle as she checked the book.

  “Of course. I get to spoil her and send her home to her dads.”

  Then he thought about Clay, Brent's newest employee and a friend of Win's. The man just moved to town and had a daughter younger than Bella. Maybe he could get them together for a playdate. He could give the big, ginger man a break since he was a single dad.

  “Mindy should be done in a few. You have time to wait?”

  “Yeah, we have some time to kill before Brent gets home and we still need to grocery shop.”

  “You want in on the action?”

  “No, just Bella today. It's been a while, and we can't make her nails all pretty like Mindy. Bella complains a lot about our amateur skills.”

  He went to take a seat, and Bella bounced over to take her place on his lap. She laid her head back against his shoulder, and he awkwardly dug his phone out as it started ringing.

  “Hey.”

  “Hi, baby. You still working?”

  “Nope, Bella and I are at the salon getting ready to make her fingers and toes all pretty.”

  “Will you two be okay until I get home, I had a last-minute call. It sounds like a simple job, but you know how that works out.”

  “We'll be fine. I'll make dinner for us, then put a plate in the microwave for you.”

  “Sounds good. I love you.”

  “Love you too. Text or call me before you head home.”

  “I promise. Our granddaughter sleeping in her own bed tonight or do I have to share Papa?”

  “Probably share, but we can move her to her bed when you get home.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Tell Bella I love her and explain I might not be home before bedtime.”

  “I will.”

  They said their goodbyes, and he explained Brent had to work late. She wasn't happy, but when Mindy called her, Bella forgot all about it. At Bella's age, she was easily distracted. He got comfortable to watch her talk steadily about anything and everything while Mindy kept up with it all.

  He had to admit he liked his life recently—his job was amazing, he had Brent and was still best friends with Troy, and he got to spend time with Bella. Six months ago, he wouldn't have thought he'd be there. He wouldn't change a thing. Well, Bel
la's question did suddenly make him think about living with Brent. Wasn't that the natural progression, date, fall in love, but they'd done that a bit backwards, and move in, maybe get married. His stomach swam with nerves at the marriage part. Not because he didn't want that, but because he did. He liked the sound of being Miller Canter.

  In high school, he'd lost count of the times he’d wanted to belong to Troy's family. Then he'd been a lovesick teenager doodling his and Brent's name in hearts. He felt his face heat at the memory. That's one of the things that had outed him to his parents. Fortunately, they'd thought Brent was a boy at school and not the father of his best friend. That wouldn't have gone over well when he'd gone through the whole emancipation process and moved in with Brent and Troy his last year of high school.

  His parents hadn't spoken to him since. That still hurt. He'd learned what a parent was supposed to be from watching Brent. Troy hadn't known anything other than unconditional love. Maybe he'd received some as well when Brent became a surrogate parent through college. Brent had been there for the better part of sixteen years for most of the milestones and the hard times too.

  Bella called his name. He smiled at her as she showed off the first finished hand and her joy at the flowers made him happy.

  Did he want to wait around until everything felt perfect? Nothing was ever perfect. He had the family he'd always wanted. The man of his dreams loved him. He had a boss and job he absolutely adored. Was his life going to get more perfect than that? He had no doubts he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Brent. Be there for the good and the bad. He'd even be there to kiss his man's brow if they ever had to go through the sickness part again.

  After the weekend, he'd talk with his man about maybe moving in together. He felt lighter imagining waking up beside his man every morning. And when his man was deep inside him hearing Brent tell him Daddy loved him. Okay, he loved the man all the time, but he loved having his Daddy and boy moments too. Especially when his Daddy was loving on him. He wanted that for however long they had, a year or fifty, every second with Brent was worth any price.