Chapter Eight
Benson
Missouri
The motel was quiet, just the soft hum of the heater and distant sounds of cars passing outside.
Benson sat cross-legged on the bed, shoulders slightly hunched as he leaned into Kyle’s warmth.
The lamp beside them gave off a soft yellow glow—kind of ugly but comforting.
Kyle sat close, knees brushing Benson’s, his expression relaxed but still guarded as always.
Benson shifted, letting their thighs touch. “You know,” he said, voice low, a little shy, “I really, really like being here with you.” He felt Kyle’s hand slide over his thumb tracing the edge of his knuckles slowly. That simple gesture made Benson’s chest tighten.
Kyle smiled—small, hesitant. “Even in a weird motel in St. Louis?” he said.
Benson laughed softly. “Especially here.” He leaned in and kissed him, not rushed, just gentle. Kyle kissed back. Benson didn’t press further. He’d learned the rhythm Kyle needed—slow, careful, warm. After they pulled apart, Kyle stayed close, forehead resting against Benson’s.
Benson let himself look at him for a long time.
Kyle’s hair was messy; his eyes were tired but bright.
“I like all of you,” Benson said quietly.
“Not just when things feel easy. I like you when you’re quiet, when you need space, when you’re figuring stuff out.
That’s all part of you, and I care about all of it. ”
Kyle blinked at him, eyes glinting with something soft and startled. “Why’re you being so nice?” he asked, half teasing, half not.
Benson smiled, heart thudding in that familiar way it always did when Kyle let down one of his walls. “Because I want you to feel safe with me,” he said. “And because it’s true.”
There was another kiss, slower this time, Kyle’s hand moving to Benson’s cheek. He let it happen, didn’t rush. Just kissed him back like he’d been waiting a long time to do it right.
He didn’t want Kyle to second-guess him. Didn’t want his words to feel loaded or too big. He held back, letting the quiet do its job.
When they paused again, Kyle nudged him with his shoulder. “You’re kind of a sap.”
Benson grinned. “You like that about me.”
“Maybe,” Kyle mumbled, then leaned into him again. Benson wrapped an arm around Kyle’s waist, letting him settle there. Tomorrow would be another long day. Another drive, another stop. But tonight? Tonight felt like something was real.
“Do you want to talk about our relationship or wait until tomorrow?”
“Please, Daddy Benson.”
“I’m going to work on you eating healthier foods. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, Daddy Benson. But I eat everything, so no problem there.”
“Really?” Benson raised his brows, not believing that was possible. He could see Kyle’s desperation for his approval in his eyes; a need that bordered on unhealthy. He’d have to work on that, so he felt safe disagreeing with no fear of repercussions from his daddy.
Kyle lowered his head to avoid eye contact. “I guess there are some vegetables I don’t like. Maybe some other food. I just don’t think about them. Sorry, Daddy Benson.”
“I’m not here to force you to eat what you hate. I want to know what you don’t like.”
“Oh, I’ll make you a list of what I don’t like if that’s okay?” There was a sadness across his face Benson couldn’t read. His change in complexion was a reaction to something buried deep within his past. He hoped Kyle would eventually share what he was thinking about.
“That’s a great start.”
“What rules are you talking about?”
“Rules are different on the road since we’re limited to sitting in the truck most of the time.”
“What would they be if we weren’t on the road?”
“I haven’t done this in a while. I’ll write them down at breakfast. My rules will be created as if we’re living in the same home, but some can apply in the truck and in the motel rooms.”
“Can you just tell me now?” With a sigh, Kyle crossed his arms across his chest.
“Okay, Kyle.”
“Wait, can I record it with my phone?” Kyle asked.
“Sure you can. Thanks for asking too.” Benson moved his arm from around Kyle so he could retrieve his phone from the nightstand. He pushed a button to record, and nodded.
“These rules are for my beautiful Kyle.” Benson paused, then with a playful glint in his eye, he winked. “They’re not in any specific order of importance.
1. Talk to me with respect—there’s no need to be rude.
2. Keep it positive.
3. When I ask you to do something, just do it—no drama.
4. Don’t do dumb stuff that could get you or someone else hurt.
5. Stick to your curfew if I give you one.
6. Be real. Honest conversations go a long way with me.
7. Take care of yourself—eat, sleep, move, breathe. Repeat.
8. Keep me in the loop if something bothers you.
9. Don’t break the law or do shady stuff. It’s not worth it.
10. Shoot me a text now and then so I know you’re okay.”
Benson nodded to show he had ended the ten rules.
Kyle turned off the recording, the silence now echoing in the room.
Benson added, “You know some of those rules won’t work for us in the truck and motel. Like your curfew when we’re never going to be separated, or I hope not.”
“That’s true. But it gives me an idea of what you expect.”
“And now, do you agree to these rules, or do you want to discuss them further or refine them?”
“What about breaking the law?” Worry tightened the muscles around Kyle’s eyes.
“What about it?” Benson heard Kyle’s fear seeping through his high-pitched question and distressed facial expression. Something had frightened him, either in his current situation or from his past. Was the law chasing him? Was this the real reason he left New York City?
“What if I make a mistake and break the law?”
“You’ll tell me, and I’ll help you. Are you talking about while we’re driving, or is this something in the past?”
“I’m not sure. It could be in the past, but I’m not sure.”
“Then think about it more, and when you’re ready, you can talk about it with me.” He was curious about Kyle’s past, the unknown life he had lived. He had a friend who could check to see if Kyle had a police record. Later he would email him and ask.
“If I did something terrible, would you stop being my daddy?”
“No. I would help you fix your mistakes and hope that, whatever the consequences were, you and I could deal with them together. Now that you’re my boy, you don’t need to perform well to stay in my good graces.
What I’m trying to say is whatever you do may earn you punishment from me, but dumping will never be part of the discipline. ”
“So, I’m not like a team member who plays crappy and gets thrown off the team?”
“Exactly. We’re not a sports team where an outstanding performance keeps you and lack of performance sits you down away from the team. We’re a love team.”
Later, Benson lay there in the dim light, watching Kyle’s chest rise and fall with slow, sleepy breaths. He’d been thinking about this all night—how badly he wanted to pull Kyle closer, to feel his warmth pressed against him. But he’d hesitated, unsure if Kyle would be into it.
Screw it.
He shifted closer, sliding an arm around Kyle’s waist, tugging him gently until their bodies fit together. Kyle stirred, blinking up at him with a soft, curious smile.
“Hey,” Benson murmured, brushing his thumb over Kyle’s hip. “Mind if I…?”
Kyle didn’t answer with words. Instead, he turned fully into Benson’s arms, sighing as he melted against him. That was all the encouragement Benson needed. He leaned in, pressing a slow, tender kiss to Kyle’s lips—just because he could, just because he’d wanted to for so damn long.
Kyle kissed him back, lazy and sweet, fingers curling into Benson’s chest. “This is nice,” he whispered against Benson’s mouth.
“Yeah,” Benson agreed, trailing kisses along Kyle’s jaw, down his throat, savoring the way Kyle shivered under his touch. “You’re so fucking warm.”
Kyle laughed softly, tilting his head to give Benson better access. “You’re the one who’s like a furnace.”
Benson grinned, pulling Kyle even tighter against him, their legs tangling together under the sheets. Every touch felt electric, every kiss deeper than the last. He whispered against Kyle’s skin—how good he felt, how much he wanted him, how long he’d been waiting for this.
And Kyle? Kyle was smiling like he’d just won the lottery, murmuring sweet, breathless words between kisses. “God, I love your hands…” “You feel amazing…” “Don’t stop…”
Benson didn’t plan on stopping. Not now, not ever. Not when Kyle was in his arms, sighing his name like it was the best sound in the world.
They took their time, exploring, touching, learning each other in the quiet dark.
And when they finally came together, it was slow and perfect, Kyle’s fingers laced with Benson’s, their foreheads pressed close as they whispered things too soft for anyone else to hear.
Benson stroked Kyle’s cock until it hardened, then he turned Kyle over.
“Spread your legs wider so I can get deep inside you,” Benson said.
Kyle spread his legs apart.
While Kyle had showered, Benson had slipped condoms and lube in the nightstand.
Now he grabbed a condom and put it on, then lubed himself.
He spread some lube at the entrance of Kyle’s hole.
Benson licked the back of Kyle’s neck, playing and tickling his body.
Then he licked his way down to Kyle’s ass.
“Oh, it feels so good, Daddy Benson.”
He dipped his finger inside Kyle. He added two more digits and finger-fucked him, gliding his fingers in and out as Kyle moaned with pleasure. When Benson grazed his special spot, he arched his back.
“Don’t stop,” Kyle begged.
“Never going to stop. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, please. Please, I’m so ready now.”
Benson wrapped one arm around Kyle’s waist and moved his stiff cock inside. Kyle’s cock was oozing precum onto the sheets. Benson tilted him on his side so he could grab Kyle’s cock, slowly stroking while his cock thrust in and out of him.
“Damn, Kyle! You feel so good,” Benson panted.
Kyle didn’t answer; only faint whimpers left his lips. Benson blew his cum into his condom. The constant pounding on his prostate ignited Kyle to shoot spurt after spurt when he finally let himself go.
“Damn it. That was so good.” Kyle collapsed on his stomach, panting. Benson threw away his used condom, wiped himself clean, and then he wiped Kyle clean with tissues.
Afterward, Benson held him close, lips brushing Kyle’s temple as they both caught their breath. Kyle nuzzled into his chest, humming contentedly.
“Stay right here,” Kyle mumbled, already half-asleep again.
Benson smiled, tightening his arms around him. “Wasn’t going anywhere.”
And he meant it.