Colin (Daddy for Christmas 2)

7. Colin

Chapter seven

Colin

Rourke’s pool house was amazing. I’d seen the outside when we slipped away from the party, so I knew it had three French doors across the front, flanked by round windows set inside of wall-sized plantings. But the inside? Man! He’d been living here during his house remodeling, but now it was mostly empty. That did not detract from how nice it was. All three doors opened to the wide-open living area, and the back wall, which was a floor-to-ceiling bookcase and was now empty. On the right side was a kitchen. It wasn’t large but had all the right things, oven and range, fridge, and sink. And a huge island that separated it from the living room. There was a big sofa and chair that looked comfy, but that was it.

I headed to the other side of the house where the bedroom was. It did not have an ensuite, and there was only one bathroom, but the whole house was like an ensuite. There was a queen-sized bed with no bedding. I mentally started making a list of things I needed, not that I could afford any of them. Maybe I could pick up some things from Goodwill, though. My finances were impossible. But I had a car and a roof over my head, and Rourke wasn’t asking me for anything more than I could give.

But I’d eventually have to pay him back. For now, I wanted to get my clothes sorted and figure out where I could do laundry. I had a pile of dirty stuff I’d brought and clean jeans, underwear, and shirts stacked on the bed.

“Knock. Knock.” Rourke stuck his head in the bedroom door. “How’s it going?”

“Fine. I don’t have a lot of things right now.”

“I saw a box in the living room. Books?”

“Yes. I stopped by my uncle’s house and picked it up. That’s about it.” My cousin had already moved in, but I didn’t see him. I knew it was a hard time for them, and I wished I could do more. Maybe taking care of myself to keep him from worrying was all I could do.

“Well, you should take a break. Maybe jump in the pool. Use of it comes with the house, you know.”

“Thanks. Maybe.” It was getting late, but I was off the next day. “Maybe you could meet me out there?”

“That sounds like a plan. Twenty minutes?”

I nodded and started searching for some trunks. The pair I’d worn to the party had been returned to Andy, so my orange trunks would have to do. I was more comfortable in them anyway. I skipped the T-shirt, thinking I’d be jumping right in. I walked out the middle door straight to the pool. It was only a few steps away. It was freshly tiled and filled and looked incredibly inviting, even for a late-December evening.

As I got in, the lights around the place came on, and behind them stood Rourke, wearing trunks that hit mid-thigh, and damn, his legs looked good—thick and muscular. Could I get a hard-on in this cold water? My dick was certainly trying.

“Hey, Colin.” He waved and then dove in on the other side of the pool. He swam toward me underwater. I waded out to waist-deep water before he popped up next to me. “So glad they finished this before you moved in. It was a process.”

“Mmm…Me too. I guess.”

“I like these on you. They’re better than what you wore before. I mean, you were sexy in those tight little briefs, but these feel more like you.”

“Yeah. That’s true. I was trying to…I don’t know.”

“Show off the assets?”

I felt the blush in my cheeks. “Something like that.”

“I get it. It’s fine. Hey, let’s get some noodles and float around.” He walked up the pool steps before I had a chance to answer and dug through a large storage trunk on the side of the house. He came back, tossing blue and red pool noodles into the water. I grabbed the closest, red, and wrapped my arms around it.

Rourke leaned back on the blue one and kicked into the deep end. “Come on.”

I followed, completely unsure of what we were doing. “I really feel out of my league here. You sure you want me to stay?”

“Yes, of course. And don’t feel bad. Everyone has to start somewhere, and without other people giving me a chance throughout my life, I wouldn’t be here either. Okay?”

Guess that was supposed to make me feel better. “So, you’re what? Like, paying it forward or something?”

“Or something.” He splashed me. “I do have ulterior motives. I’m not innocently putting my neck out for you.”

And there it was. He wanted to fuck me. I sighed.

“Colin…I mean, I want to get to know you. And see you succeed. I think you have potential for whatever you want to do.”

“I’d have to know what that was first. I don’t know how you can see potential when I don’t.”

“That’s a problem. You’re a great person. So, look. Let’s skip over to the get-to-know-you stuff, okay?”

“Sure. But it works both ways, right? I mean, whatever you ask me, you have to answer back.”

“Fairs fair.” He kicked his feet, paddling closer. “You can ask questions too, but same rules. Deal?”

“Deal.” That meant don’t ask what I didn’t want to answer myself. I could do this. “First question?”

Rourke smiled. “What kinds of things do you like? Hobbies? I’m guessing you read, but what?”

“Yeah, I read. High fantasy, mostly. Some adventure stuff. Clancy, if I’ve got nothing else. What about you?”

“I don’t read much for fun. I read stock reports and perspectives, but that’s work.”

“Then what do you do for fun?”

“When I’m not going to clubs, mostly Afterglow, I watch movies.”

“I have two questions.”

“Ask.”

“If you mostly go to Afterglow, are you like a Dom or something? Do you want to tie me up?”

“Uh, no and no. But I do like the atmosphere, and I know the owner.”

“You’d said that. But that was only one question, really. The other is what kind of movies do you watch?”

“Okay. I like everything. Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, but also the Fast and Furious franchise, and Ocean’s Eleven. Things like that. Older movies but newer ones too. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you like about Afterglow and what movies?”

I laughed and splashed him. “I don’t go to Afterglow. That is really out of my league. But I did like seeing all the half-naked dudes in leather.” I waggled my eyebrows. “My movie tastes are about the same, but I’ll watch rom-coms or romance too. And anime.”

“Anime?”

I nodded. “I uh…do have some BL in that book collection.” That blush was back. And I didn’t know why I admitted that.

“Hm? What’s BL?”

“Oh, God. Are you serious? Anime, manga, boy love. It’s like gay romance but sweeter and has a distinct flavor. Usually, older-younger, and things like that…” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew how they sounded, and the look on Rourke’s face shifted to something darker but incredibly sexy. “Uh…how old are you, exactly?”

He grabbed my foot and pulled me closer, then wrapped his legs around my waist. “You like older men, Colin?”

“Do you?”

“Not particularly. I’ve generally been attracted to people rather than age, but I admit I have had mostly younger men. Boys. But all over twenty-one.”

“Boys? So you’re not a Dom, but are you like…”

“Like what?”

This was hard, and I didn’t know why. Isn’t it what I wanted? A daddy to look after me? Yes, but I didn’t want to be tied up and spanked. “Like a daddy? Do you like, you know, dress up in leather?”

He laughed and let me go. “I don’t dress in leather, no. Is that a deal-breaker for you?”

Was it? I kind of liked the look but I didn’t necessarily want it. “No. I could go either way.”

“Oh, yeah?” He swam over again. Then he flipped me around so I was leaning my head on the noodle, and he grabbed my legs, wrapping them around his waist. This felt intimate. And we hadn’t even kissed, but hadn’t I wanted that? “Not for me either.”

“Well, what is a deal breaker for you?”

“Probably the same as most people. Lying, cheating.”

“Same. I guess. I haven’t actually had a real relationship, though. I mean, I’m not a virgin. But I haven’t had a regular boyfriend.”

“That sounds like people took advantage of you.”

“No. Not at all. It was mutual. But. Nothing either side wanted to continue either.”

“What if I said I wanted to continue?”

I splashed him. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.” Then, I wiggled out of his grasp with another splash. When I realized he was coming after me, I swam harder.

It didn’t take much for him to catch me, though. Then I was in his arms. Noodles gone. Face-to-Face. “I guess we should rectify that right now.” He leaned closer, and I shut my eyes. The first press of his lips against mine was warm and wet. He licked at the water around my lips, and I smiled. “Let me in, Colin.”

“Okay.”

Then he kissed me again. Soft and sweet, but I parted my lips, and he invaded, dipping his tongue in deep. He licked around and twirled his tongue with mine. Nothing was rushed, just discovering something new. Not unlike our question-and-answer game, with every swipe of his tongue, I gave him one back. When he pulled back, he sighed my name.

I blinked. He kissed me again. Soft and slow. “Rourke? Why are you doing all this for me?” Finally, the question I really wanted answered. “Please don’t lie.”

“I told you. I feel protective of you. And none of this puts me out at all. I’m not inconvenienced. I like doing it.”

“Do you?” I swallowed hard and stared into his dark eyes. “Do you expect anything else from me? I know I can’t pay you much for rent.”

“I don’t care if you pay me anything. And I only want what you want to give. Colin, I’m not like Vick. I’m not demanding anything from you, but I am open to however far you want to go.”

For the night, that meant a little more kissing before I was ready to get out. “Also, is there a laundry near here?” I shivered as I wrapped a towel that Rourke had brought out around my shoulders. The water was warm, but the night air had a little nip to it.

“Oh, yeah. The main house. Right there.” He pointed to a door to the side, beside the area he’d grabbed the noodles from. “That’s a laundry room, and yes, you can use it all you want. It’s closed to the main house, so it’s not locked.”

“That’s convenient.”

“It’s a carryover from the construction, honestly. I still had to do laundry and didn’t want the contractors in my clothes.”

“Makes sense. But what are you going to do?”

“I have machines in my closet.” He donned a great big cheesy smile. “I hate having to lug laundry around.”

“You think of everything.”

He shrugged. And kissed me again before heading to the main house, leaving me standing there wondering what had happened. And what would happen next.

The next work shift I had was horrible. All because Andy suddenly got protective and kept asking me about Rourke. Well, maybe not protective, maybe more like curious.

“So, you fuck him yet?” Andy asked. “You know he wants that ass.”

“You’re crude. And no.” I stacked a tower of cups, trying to ignore him. I should have known better.

He cackled like a witch. “You could so get laid. This is exactly what you wanted, so why’re you holding back the goods?”

“It isn’t like that.”

“Isn’t it?” Andy leaned around me, getting in my face between me and the cups. “And how the hell did you land that ? Whew! Rourke is one hot daddy!”

“You didn’t expect me to take up with that sleaze, Vick, did you?” I glared at him. “You’re some friend to try and hook me up with that douche and tell me Rourke was untouchable. And by the way, not that I wouldn’t, you know, but it really isn’t like that. At least, not yet.”

“Yeah. Sorry about Vick. I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay. You only did what I asked.”

Andy danced around the storage area. “And it worked. I am the greatest. New title for me, Boys and Daddies Match Maker Extraordinaire! Oh yeah.”

That made me laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Well?”

“Well? He might be a daddy. Okay, he all but said he was, but that doesn’t make me a boy.”

“Doesn’t it?”

Very good question. Did I still want that? With Rourke? “Whatever. Shut up.”

Rourke took me shopping. I wasn’t sure what the hell that was about, but he picked me up after work and drove me around town, stopping at a few places. Eventually, he bought me a pair of nice slacks, two button-up shirts to go with it, and a sports jacket. And these were nice clothes, too. I’d never owned anything like them, and I didn’t want to take them, but Rourke wasn’t taking no for an answer. “I’ll buy them anyway and hang them in your closet.”

“Fine.” I did enjoy the attention. Then we got sandwiches before he dropped me back at the shop so I could get my car. He kissed my forehead as we parted. He was so sweet. And if his only demand on me was to accept what he wanted to buy me, I could hardly say no.

On my next day off, he asked me to dress up so he could take me to some bougie restaurant. I wasn’t thrilled about going. “Seriously, Rourke. I will feel out of place.”

“You will not. And I want to spend time with you. This place happens to have fantastic food. Now come on.” He shooed me away to get dressed.

I put on the new clothes and walked around to the garage. Rourke opened the car door for me. “You look nice. I mean it.”

Rourke wore similar clothes, so I figured it couldn’t be too bad, but once we were seated and looking over the menu, I changed my mind. “I don’t know what most of this is, Rourke,” I said under my breath.

“I’ll order for us. We’ll get several plates and try a little bit of everything. That’s the best thing about this place.”

“You like the little finger foods stuff, don’t you?” I asked. “I bet Lunchables were your favorite growing up.” This was a fancier version of Edge.

“I beg your pardon. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve always been grown.” He smiled and chuckled at his joke. Completely adorable. This man melted my heart even when I was frustrated with him. Maybe I was falling for him entirely too much too soon. But another voice in my head that sounded suspiciously like Andy’s said, “Go for it. Enjoy every single thing. Because it’s not going to last.”

So, I gave in and indulged. And a funny thing happened. When I stopped worrying about everything and focused on enjoying the food, wine, and company, I had a very good time.

We laughed and joked and flirted. And at the end of the evening, when we got home, Rourke walked me around to the pool house. “Want to go sit on the side and watch the water? Maybe have another drink?” I didn’t want the night to end.

“No, I have a lot of work to do tomorrow. I’m going to have to call it a night.”

“Oh.” My next thought was to invite him in, but he took my hands in his and pulled me closer.

He kissed me. I was already addicted to his mouth. He tasted a bit like the sweet dessert wine we had at the end of our meal, but beneath that was simply Rourke. Juicy, tasty. I wanted more, but he pulled away again. “Good night, Colin.”

Then he walked away, leaving me horny and lonely and wondering what Rourke’s intentions were. Again. But things were going very well, and no way was I going to blow it.

I went inside and hung up my clothes, changing into a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt, then I climbed into bed. I had nothing else to do. I hadn’t bought a television yet, and my books were still packed. Christmas was right around the corner, and it was feeling like simply another day. I didn’t know if Rourke had decorated the main house, but I didn’t have anything to put up here. Uncle Edgar had extra stuff, but I would have to go there to get it, and I didn’t want to. It was selfish, but I couldn’t yet bring myself to go. I had too many conflicted emotions about it.

Rourke would probably say I should go. He was such a daddy. And damn, if that didn’t turn me on. At least some.

Okay, after that kiss, my dick was rock hard and hadn’t actually gone down, despite trying to think about other things. Even unpleasant things.

Rourke was sexy, sweet, and smelled divine—a scent I could easily become addicted to. He was the perfect gentleman. And moving way too slowly. What he was doing to my dick was criminal. And I hadn’t wanted to be the tease. Ha!

I slinked my hand down inside my sweatpants and squeezed my cock. I rubbed my thumb over the tip, collecting the pre-cum, and used it to slick my cock. It wasn’t enough, but I didn’t know where the lube was. I hadn’t seen it when I unpacked my bathroom. With a mental note to buy more, I shoved my pants down and squeezed my cock again. I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t small either. Average seemed to work for me. But now, with my dick out, I wanted to think about Rourke.

His legs had perfect muscle tone and hair that made me want to rub them to know what they would feel like under my palms. When he smiled, it was sometimes dirty and sometimes sweet, and his brown eyes were either bright and excited or deep and pensive, depending on his mood. I wondered what his cock was like. I wasn’t a bottom-slut or anything. Okay, maybe I was. But it didn’t matter. Rourke would never bottom, so I totally would. I could imagine what he would do. Would he smack my ass before fingering me while I was face down on his mattress? He would make sure I was ready, stretched and slicked, before shoving that big cock inside. And he would moan at how good it felt. Thinking about that sound made me hornier, and I started stroking my cock for real.

I jacked off thinking about Rourke fucking me, and when I came, it was his face I saw behind my closed eyes. And I was left wondering if I would always be jacking off thinking about unattainable men or if I could march up to the house and beg him to fuck me. And would he?