Chapter 10
Samuel is ready to pass out after the amazing sex, but they have to go to Bryan’s because Scooter can’t be left alone overnight. Samuel packs his bag for the weekend while Bryan places a food order for dinner, and then they’re back in the car and driving to Bryan’s.
“There’s supposed to be a blizzard,” Bryan says.
“What? When?”
“End of the week.”
Samuel’s mouth falls open in shock. “But that’s Christmas! What about all the people who have to travel?”
“I don’t know. But at least it will be a white Christmas. That isn’t always a guarantee around here.”
Samuel throws him a look, then pulls out his phone. “The last time there was a blizzard in this part of California was 1943.”
“See, it’s been a while.”
Samuel huffs. Then he says, “What about Wendy and Ryan?”
Bryan reaches across the console, squeezing his hand. “I’m going to talk to them about it in a day or two, when we get a clearer idea of how bad it will be. But I was thinking maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we spent Christmas together just the two of us?”
“You’d… want to?”
“Why wouldn’t I? Do you have plans?”
“My plans were tending to my aches and pains after a mediocre encounter with Ballbuster and watching the Hallmark channel until it was time to go back to work.”
“Once again, with a bar that low, I have to think I have a real shot here.”
Samuel leans across the console and kisses him on the cheek. “You have all the shots. As many as you want to take.”
“Is that meant to sound dirty?”
He grins. “Maybe a little.”
They pull into Bryan’s driveway, and Samuel gets out of the car to grab the food from the porch. He loves Thai food, and after what they just got up to, he’s starving.
Samuel takes his bag to Bryan’s room while Bryan gets the dog fed and lets him out back to do his business.
Bryan’s bedroom is comfortable and masculine, with wide nightstands, plenty of room in his walk-in closet, and a king-size bed.
The bathroom has a jetted tub. That’s it. Samuel is ready to move in.
“What should I wear?” He shouts down the stairs.
“Something comfortable.”
Samuel takes out a pair of pajamas from his bag and puts them on. The shirt buttons and the bottoms match. Bunnies chasing carrots. He unpacks his favorite stuffed animal, a penguin named Waldo that he puts on the bed and goes down to the kitchen with his octopus.
Bryan is just setting water down beside their plates. “Just in time. How cute are you?”
“Very cute, as a matter of fact.”
Bryan laughs. “How is your bottom? Do you need an extra pillow?”
“I’m okay, thank you. The arnica helped,” he says.
Bryan hums in his throat. “I’m happy to apply any creams or ointments to your ass anytime. Actually, I’ll apply anything to any part of your body. You just let me know.”
They eat holding hands, and as soon as dinner is over, he’s dragged upstairs to Bryan’s room.
They lie in bed and attempt to watch a movie, but within ten minutes, he’s sitting between Bryan’s legs, his hands on his Daddy’s thighs, and Bryan’s hand is in his pants, jerking him off so sweetly he might die.
“Daddy, faster,” he begs.
“No.” He nips Samuel’s ear. “My sweet boy. If you had any idea how hard it makes me to tell you no, I think you’d run for the hills.”
“I wouldn’t. But, Daddy, if I don’t come, I’m gonna cry.”
“Oh no. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” His voice is dark.
“No! We wouldn’t!” But, of course, he’s imagining it, being denied, having to turn his attention to getting Bryan off instead. It’s awful. It really is. Ugh, he’s going to come harder than he ever has in his entire life.
Bryan pinches his nipples, and then he’s stroking Samuel to a climax, a mess spilling into his underwear, soaking the material.
“Daddy, I’m messy.”
“I know. Poor slutty boy,” he says, not sounding very sympathetic. He’s still pumping Samuel’s cock, and then it’s too much, and he tries to squirm, but Bryan growls at him, and he tries to settle down and endure the stinging pleasure.
“What do you think, sweetheart? If I kept going and got you hard again, could you come for me?”
“Daddy. You’re evil. I’d die!”
Bryan sighs and lets him go, holding Samuel’s twitching cock gently in his hand, as if he’s keeping him safe. “Why didn’t I know you could be so melodramatic?”
“I don’t know, Daddy,” He says, still recovering. “Hey. No, I’m not!”
Bryan chuckles. He forces Samuel to stay where he is, but takes his hand out of Samuel’s pants, and then he’s rubbing Samuel’s groin, working the come into his skin and the fabric, spreading the mess around.
It’s filthy but endurable now that he’s had a few minutes since his orgasm. Bryan’s hard cock is poking into his lower back, and the fact that his Daddy wants him messy is all it takes to keep him eager. “You’ll have to sleep naked now. Since you messed your pajamas.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He swallows hard, but he can’t stop smiling with happiness. It’s so easy to go along with whatever his Daddy wants. The truth is that he loves every suggestion the man has had.
“I think I’m going to come on your face and then I’ll run my dirty boy a bath.”
“Yes, Daddy!”
And he does.
They wake up to a world filled with white. Snow is everywhere. Everything looks soft, clean, and quiet. Samuel stays under the covers, and Bryan goes down to get coffee and breakfast and brings it back up so they can eat in bed.
“We’re lucky the power didn’t go out.”
Samuel sips his coffee. “Did you make this with eggnog?”
“I did. Tis the season. I’ll go back to half and half in January.”
“You’re not just another pretty face, you know,” Samuel says.
Bryan kisses him on the cheek. “Thanks,” he says, deadpan.
“So… what do we do today now that it’s all snowy outside?”
“Well, I think we should stay in bed.”
“That’s a good idea.”
“But you also had plans for the weekend. Things you wanted. I’m wondering if we should do them?”
Samuel’s breath catches in his chest. He’s so happy that Bryan wants to put him first and give him his weekend, which he’d half-negotiated with Ballbuster.
Except. “I guess I do want what I wanted to do with him, but that was mostly because I didn’t think I’d like him.
It’s like going to Disneyland. There are good things about it, but it’s too crowded, too expensive, your favorite ride might be broken down, and it’s all just a lot of work.
But the idea of it is magical. My weekend with Ballbuster was probably not going to be very good, so I was trying to make sure I got good things out of it so I could look back on it and not hate myself for settling.
But you’re not him. This is real. And it’s so nice to be with you because I care for you and know you.
So I don’t feel like I need a big plan for the weekend.
I just want to be with you, and trust you, and… say ‘yes’ to everything,” he says.
He smiles at Bryan, feeling a little shy after being so honest. “I want you to be my Daddy, and Daddy decides. A good Daddy leads.”
Bryan puts his coffee down on the nightstand, then he takes Samuel’s from him and sets it down, too. He pulls Samuel into his arms and squeezes him tightly. It’s so comforting, and he feels so safe that he might cry.
“I’ll give you anything you want. I want to take care of you. Do you go into a little space or regress?”
Samuel sighs heavily. “No, I just like being little.” He hates having to admit it. It makes him feel like a failure. A poser.
“After our date at the bar—”
“That was a date?”
“Yes, I’m considering that to be our first date.”
Samuel snorts in amusement. “I don’t know. I didn’t get dessert.”
“Anyway, after our first date, I knew I was all in. So I ordered things for our weekend, and I canceled Friday morning meetings and went shopping for us instead.”
“I have to reschedule the meetings? And you went shopping for me? For us?” That gets him a squeeze. “I mean, that’s so nice of you, Daddy.”
“Better. Good boy. And yes, you’ll need to reschedule the meetings. But, it means that I’m ready for our weekend and I have some suggestions for things we can do to keep you entertained.”
He kisses Bryan, so happy he can’t hardly stand it. “What, Daddy?”
“I have coloring books, crayons, Legos, Play-Doh, and ingredients to make chocolate chip cookies. I have chicken nuggets, fish sticks, and even some juice boxes, even though it’s just pure sugar.”
“Spoken like a true Daddy.” He smiles, but then he has to ask, “You don’t, um, think it’s weird? All those things, and that I want to play with them? Even though I’m a grown-up?”
That gets him a kiss on the nose. “No, sweetheart. I think I’m lucky to have someone to take care of, and why should you have to give up all the fun stuff that comes with being a kid?”
“Are you going to play with me?”
“As a matter of fact, I am. It’s a blizzard, Samuel. We may as well enjoy it.”
His Daddy kisses his smiling mouth.