Chapter 7 CASPIAN
I never expected the connection we’d have.
He liked cookie dough ice cream, and that was my favorite.
It wasn’t the only thing that told me we belonged together, but it was a start.
It was one day, and it was one date, and then the roommates were coming home, and he wanted to leave before they got here—something about not wanting to make a scene, and I could feel that.
But we’d cuddled, kissed, and it was perfect.
Tobias and Keaton arrived, stomping up the stairs and giggling. They thought Rick—a.k.a. Daddy—was going to be here, but he wasn’t. In fact, he was right about leaving when he did.
“Oh my god,” Toby said when he saw me, sprawled out on a beanbag in a crop top and hot pants—my body temp was way up after cuddles. “You had sex.”
“Not in the lounge,” Keaton said, coming in behind.
“No, jeez, not in here,” I said.
“So, you did!” Toby said, bumping hips with Keaton. “You owe me ten bucks.”
“You bet on it?” I asked, putting the picture book down. Struggling to get off the beanbag, as usual, I landed with a crash on my knees. “What was the bet?”
“I didn’t think you’d fuck,” Keaton said.
“I knew you would.” Toby snort-laughed. “It’s what I’d do.”
“Take it you cleaned your room, then,” Keaton nagged.
I was freshly played with and laid, so whatever they had to say was going right over my head. “We had dinner together, and then we had—fun.” I giggled. “So, where did you two go?” Keaton was now glaring at Toby, as if they weren’t going to tell me. “Oh my god. Tell me.”
“We went skating,” Toby said.
Keaton whacked his arm.
“You bitches, I love ice skating,” I said, pouting at them. It wasn’t that serious, but we were playful like that. “Did you see any hot skaters?”
“The sharks were just finished training,” Keaton said. “So we got a glimpse of them. Plus, they’ve just recruited some guy who was in the NHL.”
“Yeah, Reid Slayton,” Toby said. “He’s hot. Did you see those players making eyes at him?”
“Not everyone is gay,” Keaton said.
He laughed. “Everyone has a little gay in them. It’s called bisexuality.”
“And you’d go with a girl?” I asked, looking him up and down as he was hand on hip with it popped out all sassy.
“I’d marry one,” Toby said. “But not sexually. Romantically, I’d date a woman, but in the end it’s a Daddy I need. So yeah, I’m probably ninety percent need a man, ten percent could go for the other side.”
“I forgive you for skating without me,” I told them. “At least it wasn’t paint and sip.” That was our favorite thing to do together as a public platonic trio.
We were all very gay, and very much looking for Daddies, but he was right.
I would date a woman romantically, but as a best friend.
I couldn’t imagine sleeping with a woman, unless sharing a bed platonically counted.
I wanted to keep pushing the convo and keep it away from me and Daddy Rick—but they weren’t having that.
I told them almost everything before we had to be in bed. Daddy messaged me, reminding me to brush my teeth and put the teddy in the laundry. It gave me butterflies. I felt like I was glowing—or like I’d applied too much highlight to my temple area.
* * *
I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to be in bed, playing with my hard cock, thinking about Daddy’s hands on me, and the way he’d managed to find all the parts of my body that tickled and tingled. I needed his big hands, just to have, to hold, and to control my every move.
It wasn’t until he messaged me a good morning and another reminder to shower, brush my teeth, and apply cute makeup that I actually got out of bed—and it was still earlier than both Keaton and Toby.
I rolled right out of bed and into following Daddy’s instructions.
I made sure to snap pictures of each one, obscuring the naughty parts in the shower with a hand for the first picture, and it wasn’t the first time I’d needed to use the five-second timer function.
After getting ready, I headed down to the bakery to begin my day. I hadn’t checked the replies to my messages, since the bakery was my focus zone. Toby was just getting up when I was wrapping my head in a pink bandana—since my hair was still a little wet, and it matched the highlight-blush combo.
A very good boy. Well-behaved. I wonder what other instructions you’ll follow? Daddy replied with an attached photo of him—a selfie in his firefighter T-shirt that clung to his muscles, his gorgeous face making eye contact with the camera and now with me. It turned something exciting in my belly.
Thank you, Daddy. I just wanted to make you proud.
One more thing. Don’t set the alarm today. I’ll be over at lunch. These guys here keep asking me about those cakes.
I squealed aloud. With nobody around to hear, I felt free to be even louder—but not too loud.
This was the happiest I’d been in years.
Actually, getting my first job in the restaurant and working up to being a dessert chef was the last time, followed by Keaton asking if I wanted to go into business with him and Toby—an absolute definite yes.
It came with the apartment, which was somewhat cramped, but it was ours.
And now I needed something that was mine. Daddy Rick.
I was already in flow state when the others came down into the kitchen.
They were still interrogating me with questions about last night and how I was feeling, and they even called him my boyfriend—but how much of a boyfriend could he be after one date?
Even if I was calling him Daddy, that was play stuff, but a boyfriend was for real.
“We’re not boyfriends,” I said, looking at the timer for the croissants.
“Not yet,” Toby teased. “When you move out, we’re turning your room into a closet.”
“I never said that,” Keaton grumbled, grabbing an apron. “I just said, if you moved out, your room would be a nice storage closet.”
I pouted. “I’m never leaving you guys. Who else is going to teddy puddle pile with me on the beanbags?”
“Your new boyfriend,” Toby snickered.
“Daddy,” Keaton added.
“Well, we’ll see when he comes over for cupcakes at noon,” I told them.
They giggled. This wasn’t the first time this had happened.
The last time it was Toby, and I was involved with the teasing, so I couldn’t really take much offense to them doing it back to me.
And eventually, it would be Keaton’s turn—if he could find someone to put up with how highly strung he was.
He pulled the strings of the apron around to his front and sucked in deep before tying a knot in place—that’s how strung he was.
I thought I’d answered all their questions last night, but the question came about how big his dick was. Right from Toby’s lips to Keaton’s ears.
“Guys, what if a customer comes in?” I grumbled, tapping a filled tray of cupcakes on the counter to release any bubbles. “You know if Oliver came in, he’d use it to run us out of business, talking about dicks and stuff.”
“Well, we’re empty right now,” Keaton said, and as he looked back, the doorbell dinged and in walked officer Shane, ready for his mid-morning coffee and croissant—or bear claw.
“Morning,” he hollered through the store. “I promise I didn’t go to Ollie’s first.” That meant he’d gone there first.
Ollie’s, the coffee shop run by Oliver Newson was our direct competitor.
We didn’t offer seating or anything, we were just a bakery that also sold coffee.
It was Keaton’s idea, something about good business.
And he was right, a lot of customers ordered their fancy coffees, which Keaton had taken a course to learn, and ordered a cake—or a bake.
It made me glad not to be on the cash register, but since the kitchen was close, we couldn’t escape working on it.
We hollered right back to him as Keaton sorted his order.
Toby continued to push the question, and then rolled out some royal icing, measuring the length of it and asking me when to stop.
I giggled, playing along, but I wasn’t going to be honest about it.
The last thing I wanted was him trying to take my Daddy—that would obviously never happen, I was the cutest. Giggle.
I sent Daddy Rick pictures throughout the day of things I was doing, alongside all the cakes and pastries.
He kept telling me how good I was, and sending me pictures of what he was doing—the firetruck, and then a visit to the local school for a presentation about fire exits.
He did a lot. I was surprised. I don’t think I’d ever really asked about his work—my brain just assumed, firemen answered calls, and most of them were from me.
The lunch rush arrived with Maggie hanging around the counter, gossiping about Ollie’s and how the book club she was in was awful.
It was held at local community center, where we went for paint and sip—switching out our apple juice boxes for adult juice boxes, and our paper and pens for canvas and watercolors—but still repping our onesies.
People in town spilled some of their biggest secrets to us.
I think being outwardly gay and older women feeling comfortable with us had that effect, and personally, I loved it.
Some of the women were friends with our moms too.
“So then she told me, ‘No Maggie, you’ve had enough wine,’ and I told her, ‘I want to read a horror. I’m sick of all these sweet mysteries, or whatever they’re called,’” she said before getting blue frosting on her nose and laughing it off. “Anyway, I heard the Slayton kid, Reid is one of you.”
She had all our attention now. We loved the Sharks, they were an attractive, very rough around the edges hockey team.
I didn’t know anything about hockey, other than they would bash people against the rink, and it always looked like they were gonna bang each other.
Which is why I was annoyed at those two for going to the rink without me.
I loved watching them train in their training kits—or topless, whichever came first.
“So, his mom’s part of the book club, and she loves a red wine,” she said.
“She said he’s gay and didn’t get the endorsements and stuff.
Or that’s the rumor. But apparently, he’s living on one of the family rentals and playing for the Sharks now.
I bet their first game of the season will be explosive.
” She chuckled. “Oh, I hate violence, but daaamn, those guys.”
The door opened and in walked Daddy Rick, his fireman trousers and tight navy-blue T-shirt showing off that body I hadn’t mapped out as well as I’d wanted. “Hi,” I almost screamed, racing out from behind the counter.
“Oh, is there a fire?” Maggie asked, glancing at him entering.
He looked around, then back at me. “No, just here to collect my order.”
“Right, your order,” I said. “It’s actually just through here.”
We went down the hallway near the apartment door entry and made out, and we didn’t come up for air until the bell on the door rang again. He placed his big manly finger to my mouth, hushing me.
“She’s gone,” Toby called out.
“I do need my order,” Daddy said.
“And here I thought you just came to kiss me.”
He kissed me again, then kissed my forehead, mostly getting the bandana. “That was part of the reason,” he said. “I also wanted to know your policy on coming over to mine?”
“Two dates in two nights?”
“We can do tonight,” he said.
“Oh, I thought you were—” Heat rushed into my face, and not just because Toby and Keaton were watching.
He must’ve felt it because his hand touched my cheek seconds later. “It was going to be my next question,” he said. “But I was going to ask about spending the night.”
I nodded; it was subtle. “I could,” I said. “I wake up early, but—”
“I also wake up early,” he said. “I was speaking to Janey; she’s the engineer on the rig.
She told me I should be upfront, honest, and tell you my intentions, which seems like something I should—as a Daddy—do for someone as cute and adorable as you.
I don’t want any other man in town walking in here and snatching you up. ”
Throwing my arms around him, I pulled him into as much of a bear hug as I could, inhaling his musky scent and letting out a moan, which might’ve resulted in a little spit leaking out from my tongue. “I wanna stay over,” I said. “I’ll have to bring a lot of stuff.”
“You have all day to get ready, and—hopefully not be too distracted from work,” he said.
I was already distracted by him, so adding this into the mix tipped the scales into a full-blown frenzy of thoughts. “I’m ready to see your apartment. I remember you saying how awful it was.”
“Well,” he whispered, tilting his head. “It’ll be better once you’re in there.”
If I hadn’t been holding myself up around his waist, I would’ve melted to my knees and let him sip me up with a straw so I could live inside him—all warm. My brain was clearly frazzled with excitement. “It’s a date,” I said.
Once he’d gotten his cupcakes, he blew me a kiss from the door. “I’ll see you tonight,” he called back. For a second, as I stood at the counter, I could’ve fainted, and I did lean slightly into Keaton who nudged me back to my feet.
“I’m staying over at his,” I revealed to them.
“Your room is a closet,” Toby said.
“It’s only their second date,” Keaton said. “But if you do move out, it’ll be a closet.”
“I’m not moving out,” I said, and was saved by the timer. Time to remove more cupcakes before they burned—I didn’t want Daddy Rick back here before it was time.
The guys were rightfully annoyed. We had our little time together in the evening, and being gone meant they had to play together.
And in my world, that was awful because they didn’t do the voices of the picture book stories like I did.
For some reason, they’d made it feel like I was going far away, when in reality I was probably only going a couple of blocks away.