Chapter 13 One Year Later - Christmas Day #2
“Shut it. Be gracious, Tony.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Anyway. Food’s ready. Let’s eat.” Vince picked the perfect change of subject.
We all loaded our plates and sat around the now-extended table, with the kids set up at the counter.
Troy and Willow talked about what was going on in their lives and their kids, and Mom asked them questions.
I listened to the chatter, so familiar and at the same time so foreign now.
I hadn’t had dinner or any event with them in the last two years.
It was a bit surreal. I’d known these people my entire life, but they seemed more like strangers, and it hadn’t taken long for that gulf to settle between us.
It felt a little sad, but it also seemed like how things were supposed to be.
If it hadn’t been difficult there, why would I have left home?
I was independent, and even if I didn’t have Vince’s help, I could support myself on my own now. I didn’t want to.
Finally, Aunt Sissy asked about me.
What about me? What could I say? “Well. I’ve given up the influencer thing, mostly.” I shrugged. “But my marketing company has really taken off and I have some great clients.”
Mom smiled brightly. “I’m happy for you, Joey.”
Tony snorted. “Couldn’t get a promotion like me, huh?”
“I promoted myself instead of waiting for it to happen.”
“That sounds exactly like you, Joey.” Mom ruffled my hair. “I’m starting to like the purple.”
“Me too.”
After that, it felt like the ice had broken. There was a lot more teasing and also heartfelt conversation. All in all, it wasn’t terrible. Eventually, though, they left. The house seemed quieter after I shut the door.
“Sorry, my family is, uh, I don’t know what I’d call them. Crazy in their own way.”
“Nothing to apologize for but it makes me miss my folks. Let’s plan a trip after the new year.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Joey seemed a little worn out after his family left, and I needed to give him some TLC.
He deserved it. Joey always put others first. He may act like a brat when in his little headspace, but I knew better.
His generosity was heartwarming. I’d seen him open up a lot over the past year as well, becoming closer with his friends, closer with me, and surprisingly open to reconciling with his family.
That wasn’t something he had to do, but he did it for them and his own heart. My sweet boy.
I needed to take care of him every way I could. That meant taking charge. “Right now, I need to clean up in the kitchen. Why don’t you go play for a little bit? Then when I’m done, I’ll give you a bath.”
“I can bathe—”
“I said, go play. Don’t argue.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He gave me a quick kiss. “Thanks for everything today.”
“You’re welcome. Now, go on.” I swatted his ass as he walked away, heading upstairs.
I hurried to get the kitchen organized, then raced upstairs and started the bath.
Once the water was running and bath toys were added, I dashed across the game room to find Joey organizing the new toys I’d bought him for Christmas.
He was humming a Christmas carol while he worked.
A part of me wanted to go find my phone and record a video, but the other, much larger part, wanted to take it in and enjoy it. He was obviously happy.
“Joey, I thought you were playing?”
He jumped and grabbed his chest. “Holy shit. You scared the crap out of me.”
“Language.”
“Sorry. But you really scared me.”
“I see that. What’re you doing?”
Joey turned back to the shelves that covered the wall. “Putting my stuff away.”
“You can do that later, you know.”
He shrugged. “I feel better when it’s done.”
“Okay, but it’s bath time now. Come on.”
He put the toy in his hand on the shelf and turned. “Yes, Daddy.” He skipped all the way into the bathroom and raised his hands up. “Dress me.”
“You mean undress?” I followed him in and pulled his T-shirt over his head.
“Yeah. That.” He squirmed around as I pulled his pajama pants off. Then he held one socked foot up for me to remove, and then the other.
“Let me check the temperature.” I felt in the water, and it was warm but not too hot. I turned off the faucet and helped him in. We’d done bathtime repeatedly since the first, and each one was fun. “I’m going to wash you first, then you can play.”
He was already splashing his duckie around, but mumbled, “Okay.”
I soaped up a washcloth and rubbed it over him. Up his long neck and down his back. Over each arm. I never tired of admiring his body as I touched him. After washing, I left him to play. I had more to get ready for the rest of his treat.
I pulled the comforter down to the foot of the bed and rearranged the pillows.
Then I got out the oils and lotions I’d collected.
Joey was going to get a massage. Then probably a shower.
Then…well, I would probably fuck the hell out of him.
I didn’t want to get ahead of myself, though my cock was already on board with that.
Joey moaned seductively through the massage and nearly fell asleep, but when I deemed him all finished, he raced to the shower. “Be right back.”
I chuckled and stripped down to nothing. Soon enough, he was back, a towel wrapped around him. “I cleaned everything really good.”
“I’m sure you did. Get in bed.” I patted the spot beside me, and dropping the towel, he climbed over my legs to get there. It was impossible to miss how hard he was.
“What exactly did you do in the shower to have such a raging hard on, Joey?”
He laughed and pressed his face into the pillow.
“Joey?”
“I told you I cleaned everything.”
That most likely meant he did a quick douche. “I’m going to have to inspect you then to find out.”
He laughed again but also wiggled his butt. With a quick swat, I pulled his hips up. I spread his butt cheeks and blew over his hole just so he would squirm again. And he did. But then I needed to taste him. “Did you wash here?” I licked over his hole with a flat tongue.
“Y-Yes…”
Then I speared my tongue inside and he moaned loudly, the sound going straight to my aching cock.
He was a tease for sure, but I loved every fucking second of it.
And it was my turn. I licked his hole, fucking him with my tongue and driving him wild until he was bucking and panting, begging me for more.
“Daddy…fuck me. Fuck me now.”
“You sure?” I asked as if I wasn’t, but I was already reaching for the lube.
“Please…”
“Okay, okay. Hold on. Inpatient much?”
“When you rim me like that, yes.”
I chuckled at my bossy brat. Then I started stretching and prepping him. It wouldn’t take much since we did this a lot, but I wasn’t taking any chances. Hurting him was not an option. When he pushed back on my hand and tried grinding his cock into the mattress, he was ready.
I lined up and pressed in as far as I could, unsure if it felt like home or heaven or…
yeah, both. He was hot and tight. And oh so sexy.
The length of his back stretched across the bed to his gorgeous, rounded shoulders.
I ran a finger down his spine, then bent to kiss his skin along his ribs, wanting to touch and kiss every part of him.
“Damn, Daddy. Move. Fuck me.”
“Bossy.”
“You know it.”
“Well, you’d better hold on then.” I didn’t wait to see what he’d say or do—I moved.
Thrusting my hips, I fucked into him hard and fast, setting up an unsustainable pace.
Sweat dripped from my forehead, but I couldn’t stop to wipe it.
I needed to come. The pressure in my groin became overwhelming. “Joe…”
“Yes…” He ended the word with a hiss and a moan.
“Come for me, baby.” I reached under, needing his release first.
“Uhn. Uhn.” He made the most delicious sounds as I stoked him along with every thrust. “Daddy…”
When he came, gushing over my fist, he tightened those muscles even more, ripping the orgasm right out of my dick. The stars I saw rivaled fireworks. I moaned and leaned forward, resting my forehead against him, between his shoulder blades. “Damn…that was so good.”
“Mmhmm…”
“Give me a minute, then I’ll clean up.” I shifted to the side and lay next to him.
Joey turned and faced me with half-hooded eyes. “Take your time.”
“Thanks for your permission, sassy.”
Joey giggled, snuggling into my shoulder. “This was so nice. I mean the whole night, not just the sex, but that was also so good. Thanks.”
“You’re more than welcome. You deserve all of that and more.”
“I don’t know if I always believe that, but I want to keep figuring it out. With you.”
“Good. Because I sure as hell don’t want you to go anywhere.”
“Nah. You’re it for me.”
“You sure? I mean, first time daddy here. I’m sure I haven’t gotten it all right.”
He put his finger over my lips to silence me. “You get the number one thing right every time. You care for me.”
“I love you, Joey.”
“I love you, too, Vince. I mean that.”
“I know. And I hope we keep having that. Forever.”
He leaned in and kissed me softly, and when he pulled back, his gray eyes were misty—never more like a storm. When he whispered, “Forever,” my stomach flipped. This was it. Joey was my forever, and I’d do everything to make that happen.
“Go to sleep, babe.” I kissed his eyelids. “I’m going to clean us up and come right back.”
“Okay, Daddy.” He closed his eyes and was softly snoring by the time I returned with a washcloth.
For a moment, I stared at his sweet face, purple hair falling over half of it. He’d changed my life in all the best ways. I didn’t need to explore any further. I cleaned up and crawled into bed next to him, holding him close and praying we would always end every day just like this.
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