Chapter 1 #2
“Yes, Daddy.” Caleb just needed to be reminded. Often.
Grant wrapped his arms around the front of Caleb.
Warmth, safety, and love all flooded him.
Instead of stressing himself out, Caleb needed to remember that some things were beyond his control.
What he could control was what was important.
He could show Grant how much he loved him.
Caleb could show his friends how much he cared.
He would take care of his babies and spoil them with treats and toys.
Everything else would happen the way it happened.
The buzzer sounded and Grant stepped away.
“I’ll get those,” he said. “Is that the last batch?”
“Yes.” Thank goodness.
“Stay there,” his Daddy ordered.
Caleb turned to watch Grant slip on an oven mitt before walking over to the oven. He removed the cookie sheet placing it on the cooling rack. Grant turned off the oven and he looked back at Caleb.
There was so much love in Grant’s eyes that Caleb could barely stand still. There were still some days Caleb was filled with so much self-doubt he questioned that all this was real.
“Cookies need to cool, right?” Grant questioned.
Caleb nodded.
Grant slid the oven mitt off his hand before holding out his arms. “Then come here.”
Racing across the kitchen, Caleb leapt when he was close enough and Grant caught him.
Wrapping his arms around Grant’s neck, Caleb kissed his Daddy.
What he meant to be a sweet quick kiss turned into a passionate make-out session.
Caleb submitted to Grant’s mouth and tongue, allowing his Daddy to take over.
Grant spun them around, then Caleb was set on top of the island in the center of the room. Grant pushed his knees apart, fitting himself between them.
“You have flour on your nose.” Grant swiped the flour off with a grin.
“Maybe I need to clean up? You haven’t showered yet.”
“I haven’t,” Grant said. “And I would like the company.”
“Carry me!” Caleb demanded. Being carried was the best thing ever. His Daddy was strong and perfect.
Laughing, Grant picked Caleb up. The babies got excited, and they danced at Grant’s feet as he strode out of the kitchen with Caleb in his arms. Grant was a master at avoiding little paws, though. The babies were as safe as Caleb was.
Once they reached the bathroom, Caleb was set on a countertop once again.
Grant turned on the shower and the room started to fill with steam. His Daddy undressed and dropped his dirty clothes into the basket before returning to Caleb. He tugged the belt holding his robe closed, revealing the silky nightie he wore. It was a favorite of Caleb’s.
Grant pushed the robe from his shoulders. “Arms up, pretty baby,” Grant ordered.
Caleb lifted his arms, allowing Grant to remove the nightie.
“Have I told you how pretty you look today?”
“You tell me every day,” Caleb assured him. Grant was always so good to him.
“You’re beautiful,” Grant murmured. “Inside and out. So beautiful. I love your kindness. How you worry about our friends. About the babies and me. You would take on the whole world if it saved one person or creature an ounce of pain. I am so proud to call you my partner.”
“I love you,” Caleb managed. It was hard to talk as emotions threatened to overwhelm him. He didn’t know what he’d done in his life to deserve Grant, but he must have done something right.
Grant kissed him, hard and certain, not hiding how he felt. Grant wasn’t embarrassed about his feelings or how much he needed Caleb. It was wonderful. Having a man who wasn’t ashamed of him.
As he was carried to the shower stall, his panties were tugged down his legs. They entered the shower naked, with their mouths still connected. The tiles against his back were warm as Grant pinned him in place. Caleb held on tight as Grant’s cock brushed over his opening.
“I’m gonna fuck you, boy,” Grant panted against his ear. “Long and hard. I’m going to fill you with my come. Claim you.” Two wet fingers spread him in preparation.
Caleb didn’t have to do a thing. Just relax against the man who loved him as Grant fingered him open. But Caleb was ready. So ready. “Do it,” Caleb begged. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
Grant yanked out his digits before leaning his forehead against Caleb’s. “Love my boy.”
“Love you, Daddy!”
Grant held him tight, thrusting deep. It stung, but Caleb relished the feeling. He wanted to feel Grant even when his Daddy was no longer inside him.
Caleb’s scream of pleasure was cut off by his Daddy’s kiss.
“Such a good fucking boy,” Grant growled as he pounded Caleb hard.
Oh yeah, Caleb would be a good boy for the rest of his life if this was the reward he got.
* * *
Mitch
Mitch took away the piece of ribbon the kittens chased and tied it on the branch closest to him. He was rewarded with twin howls of anger that had him smiling. His kittens were feisty and did not like being told no.
“What did you do to them?” Byron questioned as he walked into the living room with two mugs of hot cocoa.
Mitch cut off more pieces of ribbon, letting them float to the floor. The kittens pounced immediately. “Decorating with them is fun.”
Sitting in his chair, Byron grinned at him. “We could have come to the house and decorated it before now.”
They’d been staying in Mitch’s condo for almost a full month.
It was closer to both their work and friends.
The last few weeks had been a crazy time for both for them.
Mitch had cases that had to be filed, offers that needed to be made, and everything had to be wrapped up before he was off the next two weeks.
His office was closed for the week of Christmas and New Years, so Mitch now had two full weeks at home with his Daddy.
Byron’s semester had ended, which had him working longer hours grading papers and submitting final marks, but he was now off as well.
They’d decorated the condo right after Thanksgiving, but now it was time to fix up the house. “I think it’s nice decorating a couple days before Christmas. Plus, we got to enjoy the condo and now do it all over again.” Mitch was enjoying this so much.
“You do realize everything we put up has to come down.”
“Don’t be a scrooge.” Mitch walked over and leaned down to kiss Byron. “It’s almost Christmas. And we have the next two weeks off together. Just you and me.”
“You’re forgetting Christmas Eve.”
Giggling, Mitch dropped down into Byron’s lap. His Daddy was so cute when he pouted. “It’s going to be fun!”
“Going to a hitman’s house for Christmas?”
Mitch nodded. “Come on. Mac’s calmed down since Hayley moved in. He only broke into the condo one time in the last month.”
“He brought Hayley with him so he could teach his boy how to pick locks!”
“True, but he just wants to make sure Hayley can get out of dangerous situations if need be.”
Byron groaned, wrapping his arms around Mitch.
Mitch laid his cheek on Byron’s chest while gazing at the tree. The tree at the condo was fake, done in silver and blue. This was a real tree, though. With red bells, ribbons, and ornaments. And twinkling clear lights. It was so pretty.
He was a little worried how well the tree would last with his twin terrors. His kittens, for some reason, were wild and did not listen. Not to him or Byron. And it wasn’t because they were spoiled, like his Daddy claimed.
Mitch was spoiled, but he still listened.
“Besides, we’re going to Mac’s house. So maybe you can find a way to pay him back for all the times he broke in here.”
A wicked smile broke out on Byron’s face. “Good point, boy.” He patted Mitch’s hair before running a hand down Mitch’s naked back.
Byron always kept the house plenty warm so Mitch would wear very little. The sexy new undies were perfect. Red and small. They cupped Mitch’s cock.
“You did a wonderful job on the tree,” Byron told him.
“You did a great job on the lights around the house.”
“It’s supposed to snow tonight. It’s a good thing I was able to get them finished or we might not have had them this year.”
They had to have lights on the house. It was their first Christmas together. Mitch had bought holiday candles and the living room, kitchen, and porch were decorated in abundance. He’d embraced the Christmas holiday completely, not realizing how much he’d missed out on in his life before.
“This is gonna be the best Christmas ever,” Mitch declared.
“Of course it is,” Byron agreed while sliding his fingers down the back of Mitch’s undies. “As long as I have you, this Christmas is going to be perfect.”
“Even with a hitman hosting dinner,” Mitch teased.
“Oh, someone thinks they’re funny.”
Mitch continued to laugh until Byron picked him up and laid him over his lap.
“Wait!” Mitch squealed.
“My boy has jokes,” Byron said. He spanked Mitch’s bottom. “Thinks he’s funny.” Byron smacked his butt again.
It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t like his morning spankings. This was his Daddy playing with him. Mitch’s dick didn’t know the difference, though. When Byron’s hand came down on his ass, Mitch got hard. Since this was play, Mitch dared to rub his cock against Byron’s legs.
“And then my boy thinks he can get off on his Daddy?”
“Please,” Mitch whined. It was Byron’s fault for getting him aroused. “You got my little cock all hard.”
“My funny boy thinks he should be rewarded? I don’t think so.” With the next smack on his ass, Mitch pushed back. Byron stopped, holding his palm against Mitch’s bottom.
“Daddy!” Mitch complained loudly.
“Too much backtalk. I think I have something better you can do with your mouth.”
Mitch grinned as Byron nudged him off his lap.
He immediately settled between Byron’s legs as Byron began to open his jeans.
Byron’s big dick was already erect. Mitch lowered his mouth before Byron pulled himself out fully.
Mitch would never get enough of sucking his Daddy’s cock.
He loved having Byron’s thick shaft in his mouth.
Mitch sucked deep, letting Byron’s dick brush the back of his throat.
“Daddy is going to fuck your throat raw. Take a deep breath.”