20. Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Morrie
I slid the razor down my face slowly, watching as the last of my beard fell onto the counter. With a small smile, I lifted a clean towel up and wiped away the last of the shaving cream, then stared hard into my own eyes. I hardly recognized myself, the youth that crept back in when my beard was gone always floored me. Sometimes I felt like I'd already lived any entire lifetime and it showed in my face when I was scruffy. Without the beard, I looked as young as I really was and as I rubbed my hand down my smooth cheek, I couldn't help but smile. Ditching my beard was the right choice. In the bedroom, Scott was getting dressed for the Christmas party and I had just stepped out of the shower, but as I’d stared at the scruff on my face I had been struck with the idea that I should shave it off. Perry had been right, not that I would admit that to him. I had talked it out with Monica at my last appointment and realized that I did hide behind my beard. Without it, the lines on my face became more visible, the soft swell of my cheeks more real and I looked much more like I could be a little.
I looked much more like I was myself.
“You getting out anytime soon?” Scott asked, knocking on the door. “I have a reindeer onesie missing its boy out here.”
I opened the door to the bathroom and Scott’s mouth dropped open. Before I could register movement, he had my face in his hands and was staring at me hard, eyes sparkling as he took in what I looked like without my beard.
“Wow,” he whispered, rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks. “You look so different.”
“Good different?”
“Handsome different.” Scott leaned in to my ear and captured my earlobe with his teeth, giving it a solid nip as I shivered a little bit. “Delicious different.”
I felt his hands slide around to cup my butt through the cloth of the towel wrapped around my waist as his lips started trailing from my ear down my neck. I laughed as his mouth met my collarbone. He'd become more free with his firm, solid touches since the night I'd agreed to trust that his care wasn't hiding danger and pain and even though it still made my heart beat faster and my stomach clench a little bit, it wasn't a bad thing. I liked being touched by him and with the help of my therapist, separating my fears over being damaged by careless hands from my need to be touched with the care I secretly craved was becoming easier.
“We’re going to be late.”
“I'll be quick, don't you worry,” he murmured, lips brushing against my skin in that way that didn’t feel good. I stiffened a bit but as he pressed harder against my skin, I relaxed. Hands gripped the towel around my waist and made quick work of untying it, dropping it to the floor at my feet. I braced my hands on his shoulders as Scott sank to his knees, peering up at me from the floor.
“What are you doing, Daddy?” I asked, though I already knew and I was thrilled with it.
“Taking care of a problem,” he murmured back, giving me a tiny grin.
“A problem?”
He reached forward and wrapped his hand around my stiffening cock, holding me firmly in his hand. “A problem.”
Any response I could have made was cut off with a strange sort of strangled gurgle that crept out of my throat as Scott opened his mouth and placed his lips around the tip of my cock. He chuckled softly at my weird noise, then sucked me deeper into his mouth, his tongue working hard at the tiny bundle of nerves beneath the head.
“Daddy,” I whispered, gripping his shoulders tight in my hands as he moved his lips on me, sucking me so far back that I had to have been hitting his throat. I hadn’t expected this in the least, but the feeling of his warm, wet mouth wrapped tight around my cock was making my head spin. I needed to shave my face more often if this was how it made him respond.
Scott’s hands moved up the back of my legs until they met my butt. Each one wrapped around a cheek and as he sucked on my dick, he pulled them apart, revealing my puckered opening. He stopped what he was doing for a brief moment, letting my cock fall out of his mouth as he slicked his fingers with his own spit.
“Fast, okay?” he asked and I nodded. He gave me a smile, then put his lips around my cock again, sucking me back into his mouth so hard that I almost saw stars.
“Daddy!” I cried out in surprise as his hands landed on my cheeks again, moving them apart so he could reach his finger between. His fingertip pressed against my hole and I stifled a moan, bracing myself on his shoulders. He swallowed around my length, the pressure around my cock perfect and needed. Absolutely needed, as was his presence between my legs. Scott didn’t move his finger into me, but he stayed there pushing against my pucker like at any moment he was going to shove his way inside as he bobbed his head, my length sliding in and out of his tight lips.
My hips started moving on their own as I dug my fingers into his shoulders hard, my orgasm coming far faster than I’d expected. He’d asked for it though, and as I tilted my head backwards, my entire body felt like it let go. Tension seeped out of me like water as I spilled into Scott’s mouth, feeling him swallow what I gave him, his finger staying right where it was pressed up against my hole. Finally, my hips stopped stuttering and though I was still shivering with the aftershock of such a quick orgasm, I let go of his shoulders. Scott moved his hands away from my ass, then released me from his mouth, my cock spit slicked and dangling between my legs. I breathed heavy into the silence of the bathroom.
Rising to his feet, Scott captured my lips in a kiss that felt full of desire and heat. I reached down, grasping at the belt he wore, wanting to return the favor and make him feel as good as he’d made me feel, but he stopped me. Breaking the kiss, he held my hands between us.
“I’m okay, brave boy,” he murmured. “I just wanted to give you a treat. You’ve done so many scary things lately and I’m really proud of you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I responded, feeling his words sink into me like a warm blanket. I still was uncertain about a lot of things, I didn’t know where I was going to end up living or if I was going to get a new job, but for right now I was safe, warm and wanted. Maybe that was all that mattered.
“Go get into that onesie,” Scott announced, giving my butt a tiny pat. “We’re going to be late.”
“I’m not the one that made us late,” I pointed out, but all I got in response was a wink and a knowing grin. I gave him a mock scowl before heading out of the bathroom to get my onesie on, as ready as I could be for the evening at The Red Door celebrating Christmas with my best friend and my Daddy.
“That is absolutely Ambrose,” I commented, watching from my place in the line up of boys waiting to sit on Santa's lap. Perry elbowed me in the side and I protested loudly. “Hey, it’s true.”
Ahead, Ambrose sat on one of the chairs on a little stage, wearing a Santa suit and yelling “ho ho ho!” every so often, his voice booming around the room. His boy, Hobie, was dressed as an elf and was doing his best to stop the grin that wanted to meet his lips so badly as his Daddy pretended to be Santa with as much energy as he could muster. Perry and I were the only littles dressed in Christmas onesies that I could see, but that didn’t mean the rest of the boys weren’t taking their turns on Santa’s lap to ask for presents. Even some of the subs were in the line, standing with their heads down and their cheeks pinked with their Doms beside them. And then there was one rambunctious puppy on a leash who kept jumping at his Master’s knees and knocking into the poor guy.
“Breezy,” I heard the man mutter as the pup bonked into him again. “You need to settle.”
The words worked for all of ten minutes before the boy knocked into him again. I giggled softly, pressing my hand over my mouth so nobody could hear me. The pup's Master let loose a soft sigh, then looked down at the boy in the puppy mask with so much love in his eyes I almost felt awkward watching them.
“It’s Santa,” Perry whispered to me and I glanced back at my friend, completely having gotten distracted by the pup and his Master.
“I think it’s Ambrose, though.”
“Morrie,” Scott warned, walking up beside Perry and I. “What did we say about tonight?”
I sighed. “Pretending is okay.”
Scott reached out and squeezed my shoulder as Perry’s eyes went wide. He looked from Scott’s hand to my face, wonder in his eyes.
“How’d you get him to let you do that?” he asked, looking at Scott.
“Magic,” Scott replied, with a wink that made Perry giggle a little bit. Scott's smile turned downwards into a sober look again as his phone lit up in his hand. All night he’d been taking calls, telling me that it was work related things when I’d asked. Without reason to believe otherwise, I’d simply nodded. I was too filled with butterflies to worry about that anyway, I had agreed to sit on Santa’s lap and my stomach had been a mess all night long as I’d watched other people do it with an ease I could only dream of having.
Scott tapped on his phone like he was typing, before sliding it into his pocket. He looked right into my face with worry in his eyes like he could tell something was up.
“You okay?”
“Trying to be the bravest,” I responded, though my tummy felt a bit off.
“You can do this, my little brave boy. I know it’s scary, but Santa would never touch you in a way that hurt, okay?”
“I know.” I thought I did anyway. Ambrose, or Santa, wouldn’t hurt me, but still my brain insisted it could happen. I had watched Ambrose spank the sass out of Hobie once in one of the back rooms of the club and even though I knew Hobie liked being spanked, that was a really unhelpful memory to have rumbling in my brain. I took a step away instinctively, my head screaming at me as my stomach flip flopped uncomfortably.
“I can’t,” I mumbled, turning my head to look at Scott. “I can’t, Daddy. I can’t do it. I want to make you proud, but I can’t.”
Scott cupped my cheeks in his hands and got close enough that all I could see were his eyes. “Hare?”
“Hare,” I blurted, relief flooding my entire body. “Hare. Hare. Hare. Please. Hare. I’m sorry.”
In a split second, I found myself being led away from the line up, Perry’s eyes wide as he watched Scott guide me towards the booth at the back of the club. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap in one fluid motion, wrapping his arms around me tight as I shook on his knee.
“I tried,” I whispered, hoping he wasn’t mad at me. “I really did, Daddy.”
“I am so proud of you,” he murmured back, running his hands over my entire body, firm and solid against my prickly skin. “You did such a good job, Morrie. Such a good job.”
We sat in silence, me cuddled up on his lap with his arms tight around me, until Perry came over to the table. He slid into the booth carefully like he wasn’t sure he was welcome.
“Santa says hi,” he offered, grinning at me where I sat on my Daddy’s lap as he slid a coloring book onto the table in front of me. "He got you this."
Scott held it up so I could see the ocean animals on the front of the book and I smiled, though I didn't want to color at the moment. I was comfortable leaning against my Daddy, feeling him solid beneath my legs. He put the book on the table and started a conversation with Perry about what Santa had gotten him as my body grew heavy and tired. Scott started rocking his legs gently beneath me and I could feel myself sinking into him even more. I closed my eyes and hummed softly, listening to the rumble of Scott's voice leaving his chest as he spoke with Perry.