Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
CALVIN
“Are fucking kidding me?”
“Good morning.”
This moment of reckoning was inevitable, but I had hoped it wouldn’t happen until a little later. This could have been put off for another month or two. But since it was happening now, I’d need another cup of coffee.
“What the fuck is this about?” Jamie, my best friend and head of security, slapped his phone on my desk.
The post showed Micah and I holding hands and walking into the country club last night. Micah wasn’t identified, but it was captioned as Calvin Rutledge and an unnamed companion . The caption smarted a little. I wasn’t a senile old man out for my afternoon walk with a caretaker.
“It’s Micah and me.”
Jamie would be the quintessential Pacific Northwest hipster if hipsters were still a thing. Between his beanie, waffle-knit shirt, and flannel, it would be hard to peg him as a guy who could crack codes and skulls with equally good results.
“Who is Micah?” Jamie bit out through clenched teeth while he white-knuckled his cup of coffee. When he saw me eyeing it, he took a deliberate sip. Fucking asshole.
“My boyfriend.”
“I saw you a fucking week ago, and you weren’t dating anyone. When the hell did you decide you were gay?” Jamie seethed in his chair, and the foot he’d crossed over one knee shook with impatience. “I leave for the conference, and you find yourself a companion . Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m not sure I’m gay. It feels like bi or pan makes more sense.” I ignored Jamie’s rolled eyes. His anger was only out of concern, and as pissed as he was about this, it was only because I hadn’t told him.
We’d grown up together, splitting when I went to college and he joined the military. When he resigned his warrant commission, I immediately offered him a job heading up our cybersecurity. We’d been separated for years, but he remained my best friend, and now he was hurt.
“I need you to listen to the entire story,” I paused when he started to object, “without interrupting me.”
Jamie slumped in his chair and waved a hand in my general direction with his middle finger extended.
I laid out the entire thing, minus the Daddy part, to him. That explanation would have to wait for another day.
“Have you had a head injury recently? Car accident? Nix push you down the stairs?”
My answer was silence.
“Did it occur to you he could be lying?”
His question was a reasonable one. It pissed me off because, in the recesses of my mind, I’d wondered the same. Could someone have survived his life to come out on the other side with so much sweetness? If the file Levi got for me was true, then the answer was yes.
“Yeah, that’s why I hired Levi…”
“Who the fuck is Levi? You got another gay boy at home?”
“No, Levi is the attorney I hired to draw up an agreement between Micah and me to protect his interests, so he won’t worry he’ll end up back on the streets if something happens to me. Or to us.”
“Yeah, I don’t even know what to say.”
“Nothing because it’s already done?”
His expression said eat shit and was annoyingly serene in response. This surprise reveal of my sexuality was going almost exactly as I expected it to go.
“May I continue?” Jamie rolled his eyes but kept quiet. “As I was saying, I hired Levi to force the handover of his file from CPS. Micah wasn’t able to find a proper job because CPS had his documents. He’d tried to access them several times, but the requests went into a black hole without a caseworker. It was why his college funding got fucked up too.”
Pissed as he was, Jamie was listening. “What did he find out?”
“CPS can find shit when they have an incentive.”
“Anything else?”
“They handed over the documents to Levi and acknowledged Micah’s requests hadn’t been followed up on.” Jamie appeared somewhat satisfied, and we both stared at each other.
Jamie broke first. “Did they include his case history?”
“Only a summary. Levi said it confirmed his parents passed away, and it had a timetable of his foster care placements along with the adjudicated reason for care, but not the details.”
“What were the reasons?”
“When his parents died, it was a dependent child, and then with his brother, it was neglect. Micah carries around this backpack that looks like it’s been through a war because that war has been his life. He’s not faking shit.”
“Well, now I feel like shit.” Jamie inhaled a deep breath before he continued, “Growing up like that is hard on people. They are so used to living in survival mode that sometimes they don’t recognize when fighting isn’t required.”
“What are you trying not to say?”
“I’m just saying be careful.”
“Did you see the picture? He’s fucking tiny.”
“I don’t think he’s going to beat you up.” Jamie snickered. “Although I would pay to see him kick your ass.” My only response was my middle finger. “But I do think you should be cautious.” I nodded. “You’re gonna ignore me, aren’t you?” I nodded again. “Fuck me.”
“Meh. You’re not my type with those toppy vibes.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I came around my desk, ignoring his protests when I grabbed the coffee out of his hand. “C’mon, you can give me the birds and the bees of gay sex over breakfast,” I said as I headed out the door.
“Use lube. Prep matters,” Jamie said with a smirk.
“Very helpful. Thank you for your thoughts on the matter.”
“Sure thing, Daddy.” I didn’t respond to his barb. “Christ on a cracker, you’re joking. What the fuck, man? You’ve been in the alphabet mafia for like half a day.”
The documents Levi had delivered this morning burned a hole in my pocket, or at least my laptop case, and my stomach churned at the thought of handing them over. I found Micah in his favorite spot in the library. Each day I’d come home from work this week, he’d been in there devouring the books we’d picked up that first weekend. Today, he was pouring over a newspaper and scribbling notes in one of the composition notebooks he’d bought at the bookstore.
Micah was so engrossed in his writing that he didn’t realize I was there until I tilted his head back to kiss him. Instead of returning my kiss, Micah pulled away before he jumped up and scrambled to hide his newspaper and writing. Yeah, because that shit wasn’t suspicious.
“What’s that, little one?”
“Nothing. It’s dumb.”
No. That wasn’t how this worked.
“Pardon?”
“It’s nothing, Daddy. It’s just some silly notes.” Micah looked anywhere except directly at me.
“Then show me,” I demanded.
Fucking Jamie had put all sorts of ideas in my head, but I refused to jump to conclusions. My bigger annoyance was him calling whatever he’d been doing dumb.
Since we’d met, I’d been researching the type of relationship we’d fallen into, and I wasn’t interested in brats. Call me lazy, but I wanted a soft place to land when I came home. Micah’s indecision played over his features, but he’d gotten as far as clutching his notebook to his chest.
“Little one, I won’t repeat myself,” I warned.
His cheeks burned bright red. Micah looked mortified when he handed me the notebook and newspaper. The paper was dated on the day we’d met and was the financial section of the New York Times . The notebook had a skeleton of an amortization table, notes about specific funds and stocks, and potential research inquiries.
This was going to be a more in-depth conversation than I had expected.
I moved to the chair he’d jumped out of and hauled Micah onto my lap. Once seated, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. With a groan, I framed his face in my hands and drew his mouth to mine. I dropped soft kisses on his mouth, but when his lips parted, I moved away and left a trail of nibbles along his jawline. He angled his chin away to give me more access.
His skin was smooth and smelled of apple-scented body wash. He’d already put on a few pounds, which helped erase his gauntness from when we first met. My cock stirred in my slacks and reminded me I’d worked late every damn night this week. By the time I’d gotten home, Micah had been in bed. But not my bed.
The promise I made to myself that I wouldn’t touch him again until I’d given him his documents haunted my thoughts and my jerk-off sessions. Since I had no intentions of letting him go anywhere, my noble bullshit only meant I’d had too many cold showers.
“Tell me what this is about.” This wasn’t a negotiation, and Micah needed to understand that.
“It’s this dumb thing I do…”
“Absolutely not,” I interrupted. “You’re not going to talk shit about yourself.”
“Well, it is,” he sassed back.
Nope, we were going to nip this right now. “Where’s Nix?”
“He left about an hour ago and said to tell you he was too busy to make dinner, so he made a reservation for dinner at Wild Fern.”
“Did he say what time?”
“He said he’d make it for eight in case you were delayed,” Micah answered. His bewildered tone was justified, but he needed to understand how this would work—right here, right now.
“We have time. Let’s go.”
I lifted Micah off my lap and took his hand instead. I pulled him up the stairs and down the hall until we reached my closed bedroom door. I turned the nob and gestured for Micah to enter. He stepped across the threshold and into my space.
Unless he snuck in when I wasn’t aware, this was his first time in my bedroom. I gave him a few minutes to look around and settle himself. He ran his fingers over the polished sleigh bed frame before touching the down duvet and cover reverently. My room was decorated in dusky blues and grays, which matched the dark waters of the South Sound you could see from the window. Micah walked over to the glass-enclosed sitting room with a writing desk and an unobstructed view of the channel. A telescope was set up in the corner.
“Do you like watching the stars?”
“I do.” After his slight nod to acknowledge my answer, I asked him, “Do you know why I brought you up here?”
“No,” Micah answered in a barely audible voice.
“Try again.” My voice brooked no disagreement.
“No, Daddy.”
“Did you sass me downstairs?”
Micah dropped his head and nodded dejectedly.
“I brought you up here to remind you.”
“Remind me of what?”
“How fucking important you are.”
I stepped closer to Micah and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Micah responded by circling my waist with his arms. When I ran my hands over his back, his ribs were still protruding but less significantly than when he arrived. “You say…inflation and everything stops, all right? Tell me the safeword.”
“Inflation.”
“And what happens if you say it?”
“Everything stops.”
My mouth swooped down to capture his in a filthy kiss that sent me flying. Micah wasn’t playing coy today and allowed me immediate access. My tongue stroked against his while his tentative responses grew bolder with each pass. The feel of his body pressed against mine sent zings of electricity through me. It was both magical and entirely new. I wasn’t sure whether it was because he was a man or because he was Micah, but the flat planes of his body pressed against me sent me flying high.
I tore my mouth away when my lungs burned and looked down at him. His hooded eyes were already dilated and his breathing was harsh. It wasn’t nearly enough. I needed him wrecked. Micah’s disappointed sigh forced me to smother my chuckle. It was cute, but I doubted he’d appreciate me laughing at the situation.
I quickly toed off my shoes and socks, then hoisted him up so he could wrap himself around me. With him properly attached, I backed up and sat on the bed so Micah ended up on my lap. Micah’s eyes went from hooded to wide in a blink when he felt the full force of my erection against his ass. Lust shone in his eyes, and he clearly wanted this as much, maybe more, than I did.
Micah fought like hell to make something of himself against the seemingly insurmountable obstacles of a shitty family and bureaucratic indifference. If I could turn off Micah’s brain so he could simply exist for the sensations that felt so good without worrying about how he’d survive, I’d do it. Pride surged from knowing I could provide a moment of ecstasy for this sweet boy.
My hands found their way to the line of buttons on his shirt. While our mouths were fused, I worked to open them and shove the Oxford off his shoulders. The flat expanse of his chest was still utterly unfamiliar but so fucking welcome. His already tight nipples were tiny nubs surrounded by dark pink that tempted the hell out of me. The light, almost imperceptible, trail of hair across his flat stomach teased me where it might lead. I couldn’t get his pants off from this angle, and that simply didn’t work for me. I flipped him on his back and knelt between his legs, making short work of undoing the clasp of his pants and pulling down his zipper.
Micah’s lust was apparent, and I was here for it. “Baby, you doing all right?”
He sucked in a few breaths before he found his voice enough to croak, “I’m good, Daddy. So good.”
Perfect.
I cupped his tiny dick, and it jerked under my palm. Micah’s deep moan coursed through me before centering on my cock, which strained painfully against my zipper. I ignored it. Micah needed to learn this lesson, and my own relief could wait. His moan when I squeezed his peen was my clue to keep going. When I moved back from between his legs, Micah grabbed my arms, and a keening sound escaped him.
“Daddy, please don’t go. Please.”
“Baby, you beg so nice, but I’m not going anywhere. If I want these pants off you, you have to let me move. There’s no way I’d leave you like this. What kind of Daddy would I be if I tortured my beautiful boy?”
Micah mewled his response.
“I’ve got you.” At my reassurance, Micah loosened his hold and allowed me to remove his slacks and briefs. Once stripped, I made my way back between his splayed legs.
It finally hit Micah that he was fully displayed on the bed. My eyes raked over him and landed on the small dick jutting from the curls at the juncture of his thighs. When Micah realized where my gaze lingered, he moved, almost reflexively, to cover himself.
“Don’t you dare,” I growled.
Micah moved his hands away from his junk. I captured them, raised them over his head, and pressed his hands into the duvet cover. “Don’t move your hands. Am I clear?”
Micah’s Adam’s apple bobbed while he nodded furiously. He was fully stretched out before me, with nothing hidden from my view.
He was fucking beautiful.
What I’d intended to be a lesson for Micah had become torture for me. My cock steadily leaked sticky precum, and I wanted to fuck this man more than I wanted to breathe. I wanted to rut with him like an animal so I could see him filthy and debauched and sated.
With a gentle touch, I traced a path from the inside of his knees up his thighs and across the crease of his hips. The one place I was careful to avoid was his beautifully miniature dick, shiny with beaded precum. If a penis could be regarded as cute, this one was. The dark pink with the angry red head begged to be sucked. And god help me, I wanted to claim it.
“I’m going to claim this sweet little peen for myself.”
Micah sucked in air between his teeth at my words. I lightly traced him from root to tip with a pause to taste the salty stickiness at the head. Micah frantically nodded his head in agreement, softly moaning. His previous attempts to hide himself were forgotten, and his body begged for contact and relief.
“Whose little peen is this?” I’d made my way up from the juncture of his thighs, across his stomach, to find the sweet nubs of nipples. I plucked and pinched them until Micah arched off the bed with a ragged moan.
“Yours…yours…yours.”
“That’s right, boy.”
I leaned down and laved his now puffy nipples, first one, then the other. My fingers retraced their path back down his body. I smoothed my hands down his legs and then pulled them up so his feet were firmly planted on the mattress, and I had a better view of every part of him, including his pink pucker. When Micah looked like he might try to move his hands down, a warning growl stopped him. “Uh-uh, you’re not gonna hide from me.”
“I won’t, Daddy. I won’t.”
Micah was almost sobbing, but I wasn’t done with him yet. I remained between his knees and let my fingers continue their meandering. His entire body shuddered when I tugged on his small balls. I traced the sac, and his soft whimpers were wanton.
When I moved my fingers across his taint and to the sweet, hidden rosebud, he was reduced to whimpers. Micah’s dick flushed a deeper color, and it was far too tempting of a sight. I leaned forward and took the entire organ into my mouth for a quick suck. Micah surged forward at the touch, but I immediately moved my hands to his hips to keep him anchored to the bed.
“No, no, baby. You stay put like a good boy.” Micah only whimpered. “You’re like a toy.” My tongue swirled around the head of his dick. “It’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” His guttural moan went straight to my cock. “I think I want more though.” I leaned back over for another quick suck, but with my hands holding him down, he wasn’t able to thrust forward for any friction. “Can I have more, little one?”
“Yes…yes…anything,” he panted.
“But I haven’t told you what I want.” My thumbs found the hollows of his hips and slowly rubbed circles on his skin. Micah’s flushed skin was hot and sweaty. I needed to swallow that salty liquid. “I want more than your little dick. Do you know what I want?”
“Anything you want. Daddy, please…need to come. Ooh god, I need to come,” he sobbed. Good .
“Can you handle a little more for me, baby?” Without waiting for an answer, I sucked the mushroom head of his dick into my mouth before popping it out again. “I want more than your peen to belong me.”
“Anything…anything.” Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. Better.
I raised his hips and nuzzled my nose along the crease of his thigh before moving down his taint. I licked and sucked at the musky skin. It was different from a woman’s, but given how my cock was one stiff breeze away from coming without being touched, I liked it just fine. I flattened my tongue against his pucker.
“Daaaaddddyyyyy,” he keened his need for release when I softly tapped his hole.
“Anything…anything, Daddy.”
I pretended to think about his dilemma. “Can you show Daddy how good you suck cock?”
Rather than answer, Micah opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. As close as I was to exploding, I wasted no time stepping back, pulling my belt from the loops, undoing my pants, and tossing them aside. “Baby, on your knees.”
Micah scrambled to his knees at the foot of the bed and sat back on his heels. I stretched out on the bed with my back to the pillows and my legs open. Micah was locked in on my cock. I spit on my hand and grasped myself for a few slow tugs. Joke was on me because my cock was only a few strokes away from losing control, and I had to grip the base instead.
Micah’s eyes darkened with lust, and he licked his lips in anticipation. “You want this cock, little one?” Micah nodded slowly. “You have to ask nicely when you want something.”
Micah knee-walked until he kneeled between my legs without touching me. He gripped his thighs until white indentions were left on his already pale skin. “Daddy, may I suck your cock, please? I want you to feel good too.”
I swiped a finger across the head of my cock and smeared the sticky precum across his lips. He licked his lips to chase the traces of me. I made another swipe, but this time, I put my finger in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the digit before sucking it.
“Show Daddy what you can do with that talented tongue of yours.”
Micah fell on me like a starving man and gobbled my dick. He alternated between sucking and swirling his tongue around my shaft and head. His small hands grasped my legs before moving to cup my balls while he sucked me down his throat.
“Look at me, little one.” Micah’s eyes raised, but his rhythm never faltered. “I will give you Daddy’s cum, but that means you belong to me. Your tiny peen is already mine, but if I give you my cum, then the rest of you is mine too.”
Micah’s eyes softened to pure bliss and made me feel like a fucking god. He hummed his response and redoubled his efforts to finish me.
My hands gripped Micah’s hair, and I thrust hard into his mouth. He choked at the sudden force but didn’t slow down his efforts. Never in my life had someone tried to suck my soul through my dick, but Micah was making a valiant effort.
My release barreled through me and exploded down Micah’s throat. I curled around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. If I hadn’t been lying down, I might have collapsed. Micah reflexively swallowed every drop of cum my cock spurted but seemed to realize the exact moment to pull off before it became painful.
Micah, good boy that he was, sat back to let me catch my breath, but I needed to feel his skin against mine. I hauled him up and slammed our mouths together. Our teeth clashed and our tongues battled. His package leaked on my stomach, leaving a sticky pool between us. I wrenched my mouth away when my lungs burned, but I needed more of him.
“You ready to come, baby?”
Micah frantically nodded while tears leaked down his cheeks. With dilated pupils, red nipples, and tear trails down his cheeks, my boy was fucking wrecked. And he’d never been more beautiful. Or wanton. “Tell me you’re not dumb.”
“Daaaaaaaddy, ppppplease.”
“Oh, sweet boy,” I said as I leaned back before I circled the base of his cock with my fingers to stave off any release. “If you belong to me, then I decide, don’t I?” I crooned at him. “You want to come, then let me hear it.”
“I’m n-n-ot”—Micah paused when a shudder ran through his body—“dumb.”
“And I’m smart.” I stared into his eyes with every bit of resolve I could muster. “Let me hear you say it.”
“And I’m smart.” Micah’s hips thrust forward, but I wasn’t quite finished with him.
“And sexy.”
“And…and s-s-sexy,” he gasped.
“Because I’m amazing.”
“Daddy, nooo.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Because I’m amazing.”
It was enough.
Because Micah was so small, moving him was like arranging a rag doll. I pulled him to my shoulders and slipped his dick into my mouth. Micah’s keening cry sounded like music, reminding me this gorgeous, obedient boy belonged to me. With the first pull, Micah’s orgasm poured down my throat. I swallowed him like he had me, and his shuddering, guttural moan was my reward.
When the last bit of his cum pulsed into my mouth, I lowered him until I could take his mouth again. Unlike our early kiss, this one was languid. We savored the taste of each other and ourselves.
When we broke apart, I peppered his face with kisses and whispers of how beautiful, talented, and sexy he was. Between kisses, I reminded him that his little peen was not only fucking adorable but my favorite. At that pronouncement, Micah buried his face in the crook of my neck while his body blanketed mine. I couldn’t get enough of him, and my hands mapped the smooth lines of his body.
I was in fucking heaven.