Colin (Daddy for Christmas 2)

9. Colin

Chapter nine

Colin

I’ll be the first to admit going in to work this lousy shift that barely covered rent and gas sucked. I could actually be living it up at Rourke’s. But I’d also feel like a crappy person. I piled the last of the to-go boxes on the storage shelf, then grabbed my box cutter to open the order of Columbian coffee we received earlier.

“Hey, Turtle. Why the grumpy face?” Andy grabbed a stack of large cups. They always moved the fastest.

“Not grumpy. Honestly, I’m happier than I’ve ever been, but I still feel like a freeloader.”

“That’s stupid. He wants you there. Right? What did he say when you got home?”

I smirked. Couldn’t help it. “Before or after he gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

“Well, way to go, Turtle-Dove.”

“Yeah.” I put the box cutter on the counter. “I guess we’re boyfriends now. I like that. I like him. A lot. Maybe too much.”

“Sounds like everything’s perfect.”

“Almost.” I shoved the box with my foot, not wanting to unpack it but knowing I would.

“Hmm…” Andy leaned against the counter. “What’s almost?”

“He asked me. No, he told me to move in with him in the big house.”

“And? You did, right?”

“No. Duh…”

“Colin. What the fuck? You are crazy. If you play too hard to get, you’ll be back on my couch.”

“I’m fine where I am for now.” I was afraid Rourke would take over. Invade my entire life. Telling me what to do and how to do it. I couldn’t deal with that. No, I trusted my gut. We moved forward, which was great, but not too fast. It was almost Christmas, and I didn’t want to be back where I started. But I couldn’t live with myself if I made selfish decisions. And that was all on me, not Rourke, not Andy. Neither of them had to live my life.

On Christmas Eve, I headed over to my uncle’s house. He wanted to have a family night. It was probably Bobby’s last Christmas. I guess I hadn’t realized exactly what that meant until I saw him. Uncle Edgar had him propped up on the couch, and man, he looked like death warmed over. “Bobby, Merry Christmas.”

He coughed and coughed, and the cloth he had over his mouth had blood on it. “Cousin. It’s been a while, Merry Christmas,” he finally said.

I hugged his shoulders and sat beside him. Uncle Edgar and I sang a couple of carols for him—off-key. And we turned the Christmas lights on to open presents.

I opened a small package, which turned out to be a new wallet. They said it was from both of them, but I figured Bobby wasn’t in a position to buy gifts. I had gotten Uncle Edgar a gift card from Home Depot, knowing he was always doing some projects or other things around the house. And I got Bobby some warm pajamas.

Afterward, we drank hot cocoa and talked about old times. When my parents were still around. When Uncle Edgar and my dad were kids growing up. The Turtle Brother Terrors. He laughed. Bobby was older and remembered them more than I did. My mother died when I was young from breast cancer. Dad had a heart attack during my senior year of high school. And now Bobby. He had lung cancer. That left Edgar. And me.

In comparison with the fact that Bobby didn’t move in to get well, he went there to die, I felt like I had it better. That couldn’t be clearer than when I got home that night. The pool house was gorgeous. More than I could ever afford. And I had friends. Andy especially, but Phillip gave me his number in case I needed more help with my demanding daddy. And I had Rourke.

So why was I depressed and lonely. I sat out by the pool, feet in the water, and contemplated life. What should I do? I had plenty of time to make these life decisions, but I also couldn’t kid myself that this was anything but temporary. A guy like me was going to end up in a trailer park with a crappy job, maybe better than stocking at Koffee Kraze, but I didn’t know what that better could even be.

The lights came on in the big house. I didn’t know where Rourke had been. I didn’t actually know what he did for a living, anything about his family, or who his friends were—outside the people he knew at Afterglow. But what I did know was that he was sweet and had a big heart. Not to mention super sexy. I was attracted to him immediately, for sure, but I wanted to know more.

I was drawn to the back doors, so I walked over and knocked before opening it. “Rourke?”

“Hey, Colin. Please come in. Have you eaten?” There was that daddy in him. Making sure his boy had been fed.

“Not really. I was at my uncle’s and he had snacks.”

“Okay then. Come into the kitchen. I have Chinese we can share.”

I followed him into the big kitchen and jumped up on the bar stool at the island counter while Rourke dished out our plates. “I assume you like rice? How about General Tso chicken?”

“Yes, please. I’ll eat anything.”

He slid a plate in front of me and then sat beside me. “So, Colin, why are you so sad tonight? It’s Christmas Eve.”

“My cousin. The reason I had to move out of my uncle’s house. He’s sick, like going to die, sick, and it’s making me feel like I’m wasting my life. I’m not doing anything.” I threw my hands up, feeling useless and tired of feeling that way.

“Sweet boy.” He turned and kissed the side of my head. I loved how gentle he could be. “You know I will help any way I can.”

“Why? Why are you doing all of this?” He had no reason to. Hell, at this point, I would fuck him even if I had to move back in with Andy.

But Rourke simply shook his head. “Haven’t you figured that out? I like you. A lot.”

“Why, though? I’m like a waste of space. I have, like, the lowest paying job in the world and only part-time hours. Hell, it really looks like I’m mooching off you.”

He put his napkin on the table. “I don’t see that at all. I see a young man struggling to find his way in the world. Trying to figure out what his path is while being dealt some hard circumstances that he shouldn’t have to face. Like dealing with your cousin’s death. Finding a place to live when you can’t afford it. But your heart is golden. You’re adorable. ‘A guy that’ll really listen to you, listen and care about what you’re saying, is something rare.’”

“That sounds familiar. Did you make that up?”

“No. It’s a quote. From the Outsiders. Maybe you should expand your reading list.”

I blew a raspberry. “Way to ruin the moment, Daddy.”

“If you only knew what you do to me when you call me that.”

“What? Daddy?”

“Yes.” He stood and grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder. Again. That must be his thing, though I didn’t mind.

“Hey, I wasn’t done eating.”

“Later. I have a microwave. Right now, I need you.” He didn’t go too far, though, only into a living room or family room—I wasn’t sure what to call it. I couldn’t see much hanging upside down, but when he dropped me on the couch, I saw bleached wood paneling and a fireplace with stockings hung in front of it and decorated with garland. Hell, I hadn’t even had a grand tour of his house yet. This was all moving in weird and unexpected directions. “I’m hungry for you.” He flipped me over, then took my face in his hands and kissed me sweetly. Then deeply. And then passionately.

I kissed back, giving everything I was getting from him. We dueled with tongues, even as he held my head still. When he pulled back, he panted as he planted little pecks all over my face. “This is not enough, Colin.”

“What do you want, Daddy?”

“Fuck. You.” And the manhandling began.

He pulled at my clothes, stripping me down until I stood in front of him naked. He’d even pulled the tie out of my hair so it flowed over my shoulders. “Colin. You are so beautiful. Gorgeous. A work of art.”

I blushed. He sat on the couch, fully clothed. But all of this made me so damned horny. My cock was high and proud, pointing out at him.

He pulled me closer and licked the tip. “Mmm…you taste so good. All of you.” Then he flipped me around so my face was in the sofa cushion and my ass was sticking out into the room. “Spread your legs more. That’s it.” Then he was on the floor, under me.

“Fucking hell…” That velvety tongue in my hole was my new favorite thing. No one had ever done that before. I’d only hooked up with a few people. I wasn’t a virgin, but the experience had been fast and rough, nothing like how it was with Rourke at all. Complete opposite. Rourke ate my ass until I was humping into the air and begging for more. “Rourke…fuck…Daddy. Fuck me, something.”

“Mm…I want to make love to you, Colin. I want everything here. Now be a good boy and turn around.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I turned and sat on the couch. Rourke pulled me forward until my ass was in his hands, hanging off the edge of the sofa. He licked up my cock, then sucked it down. I wrapped my legs around him and fucked up into his mouth. I couldn’t help myself.

Rourke chuckled and then pulled me down on the floor on top of him. It was like he wanted everything all at once and couldn’t decide which direction to go, but I certainly didn’t mind being thrown about. I straddled his legs, the denim he wore scratching my skin. Then he devoured my mouth, allowing me to sample how I tasted on his lips and tongue.

“Daddy, I’m so hard. I need to come.”

“Yes, you do. And you will. Into the bedroom. Up…” He smacked my ass, making my dick pulse. Fuck, why did spankings turn me on so much?

I turned around, unsure. “Where’s the bedroom?”

With a growl, he picked me up again and off he went. I still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten to the room. Seeing the floor plan from that view was confusing as hell. But I ended up on his bed, ass up again. This time, Rourke undressed and got behind me with his lube, and I thought for sure I was about to get fucked, but no.

He squirted it on his hand and rubbed it on his dick, then he ran it up and down my crack. Leaning forward, he reached around and grabbed my dick and jacked me as he rubbed his cock up and down my crack in a pseudo-fucking motion. “Daddy, fuck me.”

“Nope. I’ll make love to you after you move in.”

“Ahh…blackmail.”

His laugh was evil. “If you aren’t ready to move in, you aren’t ready to fuck, boy.”

“Daddy, I don’t think—”

“Shush.” He moved away, letting go of my cock, which made me whine. He smacked my ass again, then was gone. I looked over my shoulder to see him dash into the bathroom and back. “This is brand new. I bought it for you yesterday. Ha! You’re going to love this.” I couldn’t see exactly what he had, but it couldn’t be a dildo. It wasn’t thick enough. “I loved the way you came when I hit your prostate. So this…mmm…this will do the trick.” He lubed it up and slid it into my hole.

At first, it was uncomfortable and stiff. But then, he moved it around a bit and holy shit. It hit my prostate, and I nearly came unglued.

“Now be still and let me see if I can coordinate this.”

He rubbed his cock in my crack, stroked my dick, and did something with that thing in my ass. Oh my fucking Lord…It couldn’t have been any closer to fucking. It was erotic. Kinky. And it felt so fucking good. The noises coming from me were probably going to embarrass me later, but I did not care. I moaned louder and when he squeezed my cock and hit that magic place inside with the butt-torturer, I came, shooting off like a fucking fire hose. Lights flashed behind my eyes, and I screamed out something…sounded a lot like, “Daddy!”

I’m pretty sure I fell right to sleep after that. We woke up around three a.m. and ate Chinese food before crawling back in bed. Then, it was a snuggle fest. So many things I was learning about myself. I loved snuggling and butt play. I couldn’t wait to get fucked by my daddy.