Chapter 10 Nate
NATE
Gilly grabbed my heart and wasn’t going to let go, nor did I want him to.
What I wanted was to help him embrace that Little inside of him.
He was entitled to it. I wanted him to trust me and to give him the world.
I thought about going shopping and buying a bunch of prezzies for him, but I didn’t want to get things he didn’t want, so I made a plan instead.
When Gilly arrived, I opened the door, anticipating him. “Hi, Gilly. How was your day?”
He groaned and rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That bad, huh?”
He nodded and pulled his lips between his teeth.
“Don’t.” I touched his mouth, tapping until he released that abused flesh. “I have something planned that will make you feel better.”
His golden-brown eyes lit up. “A surprise? For me?”
“Yes, for you. Come on, silly boy.” I took his hand and led him into the front room that served as my office and pulled an extra chair around to my side of the desk and patted the seat. “Here.”
He dropped his bag by the door and circled around, sitting where I asked.
“Good boy. Now, let’s see what we can do about your toy issue.”
“I didn’t know I had a toy issue.”
“Pfft…not with me around.” I clicked my mouse and brought up the best site I could find.
First, I typed Ellie the Elephant in the search bar, and Gilly merrily clapped his hands.
“Let’s put some things in the cart. Ooh…
how about this one?” It was a T-shirt, actually in adult sizes.
I clicked on large, but he quickly corrected me.
“No. Small.”
“How can you need a small?” Even though he was shorter than me and skinny, I didn’t think he was tiny by any means.
“See?” He stood and turned around, fiddling with the tag on the shirt he was wearing. I got up and looked. Sure enough, adult small.
“Okay. Small.” I found two shirts and a pair of Keds shoes, but when I got to the shorts, we went through the size issue again.
It was a good thing I waited for him, he was smaller than I thought.
His waist was thin, possibly too thin. I vowed right then and there to make sure my boy ate three square meals a day and nursed more often too.
We put a new binky, a few toy cars, and a Lilly Lion stuffie in the cart along with the clothes.
“That’s a lot of stuff.” He bit his bottom lip as we scrolled through.
“It is, and it’s not. I’d give you everything if you’d let me, Gilly.”
“Let’s start small.”
“You need a place to put this stuff too. We can get a dresser and a toy box for the front room.”
Gilly’s wide-eyed stare met mine. “Daddy…”
“What?”
“No one…” He swallowed hard. “Not even my parents were this nice. At least not since I was very young.”
“Well, it’s well past time my good boy be treated right.
” I clicked on the checkout and paid. “I want you to be comfortable here and to be able to relax and be yourself.” I wanted him to trust me and turn to me with his problems and feelings.
These things took time, I knew that, and I didn’t want to scare him away by rushing, but I was ready for much more.
“Thank you.” He teared up, and I couldn’t have that. There was one thing I knew that could help this.
“Come on, baby boy.” I took his hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom where I got ready and leaned back against the headboard, motioning for him to join me. “Get comfortable first.”
He took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers as he crawled onto my lap.
It didn’t take him more than a second to latch on and start his adorable, contented moans.
I rubbed his arms and back, giving him as much comfort as I could, knowing he’d had a rough day even if he hadn’t shared the details.
When he was finished, he snuggled against me contentedly for a while, but then he started squirming, and I felt like he had something on his mind. “What is it, Gilly?”
“I don’t want you to think my parents were bad. They really weren’t. It’s just that when I got to high school, I was so independent, I guess they felt they didn’t need to look after me much. They did a lot of adult social things, but I was always with Grandpa or my uncle.”
“That makes sense, but did you still feel like they didn’t pay enough attention to you?”
“Sometimes.” He flopped over on his back and stared at the ceiling. “I guess I didn’t mind when I had Grandpa and work, but…it also felt like I had to worry about everything.”
“You said you left home at seventeen, was that your choice?”
“Yes and no. Uncle was always around, providing me a good role model, and I wanted to be closer to Grandpa since he was getting older. We had a good relationship…”
“What are you leaving out?”
Gilly huffed. “I felt like Dad would have put him in a nursing home if I hadn’t moved in with him. That kind of solved both of his problems of what to do with Grandpa and what to do with me. But I swear they were not bad parents.”
“I believe you, Gilly. I know you love them.” I turned to my side and kissed Gilly’s head.
“You still took on an awful lot at a very young age. Why don’t we do this…
While you’re here with me, you don’t have to think about any of it.
Just be. If you want to play with toys, or take a binky, whatever you want. And I’ll take care of you.”
“That sounds like a plan.” He leaned up and smacked a kiss on my lips.
“Now, how about dinner, a bath, and then bedtime?”
“I am still hungry…”
“Come on then, angel.” I took his hand and helped pull him off the mattress.
Dinner was quick and easy. I made a baked macaroni dish earlier in the day, since I knew he liked that, and we only had to reheat it, so it was fast. “Mm, Daddy. This is really good. Yummy.”
“It’s cheesy.” It was basically mac ‘n cheese with broccoli florets and shredded chicken breasts. Since I baked it, it came out super cheesy with a bit of crispy crust on top.
“Yes.” He took another bite. “I don’t even mind the broccolis.”
“Good. Want more?” I dished a second helping onto his plate, happy to see him eating well.
When we finished, he helped clean up, which wasn’t much more than loading our dishes into the dishwasher, then we went back upstairs.
I started the tub, letting it warm up, then turned and helped Gilly get undressed. He was only wearing a T-shirt and his boxers, so it didn’t take much. Then into the tub my frowning boy went. “What’s wrong?”
“We didn’t add any toys for the tubby in your shoppy cart.” He lifted his hands up in an overexaggerated pouty shrug.
I ruffled his hair. “Because I already have some. Hold on.” I pulled a box out of the linen closet.
There was a bag of ABC letters that would stick to the wall, a couple of duckies—no bathtime was complete without duckies—five little stackable boats, but the best thing in there was the Ellie the Elephant floating toy.
There were also a couple of her friends that I’d picked up when I bought his book.
He nearly jumped out of the tub when he saw them. “Hey, hey. Sit back down. No slipping.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” He sat back down in the tub and grabbed her. “You got me Ellie.”
“Of course. You said she’s your favorite.” With how he only wanted that one particular book read all the time, there wasn’t a doubt how much the fictional friend meant to him.
“And I also started recording the cartoon episodes, so you can watch them any time.”
“Like in the morning?”
“Yep.”
He splashed Ellie up and down and made her and her friends ride on the stackable boats.
I sat beside the tub watching him play, enjoying it just as much as my boy was.
“I like your tubby-tub, Daddy. It’s deep.
” The water came up to the bottom of his ribs.
I imagined a regular tub barely covered his waist. “I need to wash up. Can you get me that Midnight-something-or-other body wash, please?”
He didn’t remember the whole name of it, but neither did I, although it was the one in the shower we used.
I didn’t take a lot of baths, and when I did, I went from tub to shower to wash off after soaking, which meant I didn’t have a reason to keep soap in or around the tub.
That may have to change now. “I certainly will.” It was a favorite of mine that I bought from Bath and Body Works.
It smelled fruity, flowery, with a hint of coffee, and I loved it when he smelled the same.
Along with the body wash, I brought the shampoo. I soaped him up head to toe, focusing on his cock and balls last. He squirmed as I wiggled my fingers over him then rinsed him off.
“Um…Daddy? Can I get a shower?”
“I guess, but you’re all clean.”
He stood with a huff. “Not all clean…”
It took me a minute to understand he wanted private time to clean himself because he wanted adult sexy time later.
I couldn’t argue with that. “Yes. Of course. Let me help you out.” Unable to let go of the Daddy in me, I walked him to the shower and adjusted the temperature for him.
When he was ready, I gave him a nod, a small smile, and left him to it.
Part of me wanted to stay and help, even with that, but he obviously preferred to do it himself.
Instead, I pulled the comforter to the end of the bed, lit a candle on the dresser, and put the lube and a condom where they would be within reach. He still wasn’t out, so I took off my clothes and dropped them in the hamper before climbing into bed. “Gilly? You okay in there?”
“Yeah… Just a sec…”
“Take your time.” I really wanted to tell him to hurry up but wouldn’t do that to him. This moment was important to both of us. We’d played around a little, but this would be the first time we made love.
I stroked my cock a few times, getting it nice and hard.
Finally, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Hi.”
“Hi back.” I patted the mattress beside me. “Come on over.”
My shy boy walked over and slid in next to me.