16. Henry
Henry
“All okay?” I ask, noting that Bodie’s teeth appear to be chattering faster than a speeding sports car.
“Yeah, just cold,” Bodie replies, my jacket evidently not doing enough to keep his body warm after the impromptu surf session. “I’ll be fine.”
I can tell that the boy is trying to put a brave face on things.
Bodie’s got guts, I’ll give him that.
Surfing in nothing but his briefs is quite the choice given the weather. But the last thing either one of us need right now is for Bodie to get so cold that he goes into shock or comes down with a nasty cold…
“Here, let’s move quicker,” I say, stopping and squatting down. “Climb on my back. You can piggyback on me the rest of the way, I’ll carry the board.”
Bodie pauses for a moment and I can sense that he’s weighing up his options.
“Come on, the sooner we get you all warm and dry the better,” I say, keeping things light.
“I guess,” Bodie says, a hint of a smile on his face as his teeth continue to chatter.
Before I know it, I’m walking with one cold Little on my back and a surfboard under my arm. Bodie’s light, and the board is more cumbersome than heavy, and before I know it we’re back in the safehouse…
“Thanks, D…” Bodie says, cutting himself off before he utters the D-word again.
“No probs,” I reply, not making a big thing of it. “Now, let’s get you some towels…”
I quickly raid the airing cupboard in the bathroom for towels but am dismayed to see that there’s only a couple of very small and thin towels in there.
This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all .
The boy needs to be warm. And we haven’t got time to waste…
“Okay, change of plan…” I say, returning to the living area to find Bodie out of my jacket and trembling in his underwear. “We’re going to have to do this the old school way.”
“P-p-p-p-please, whatever works,” Bodie says, his shivering now looking like it might get out of control. “I’m c-c-c-c-c-cold.”
“I’m going to strip down to my briefs,” I say, trying my best to sound as relaxed as I can. “You’re going to strip out of your underwear. We’re going to go body to body.”
“Seriously?” Bodie exclaims. “I mean, yeah, sure, if that’ll work.”
“I’ve done it before,” I reply. And I’m not lying either.
I know from my own experiences as a Guard that body to body contact is the best course of action in a situation like this—even if there is some obvious awkwardness about the whole thing.
“Let’s just agree to close our eyes and be professional about it. ”
“Got it,” Bodie says, doing his best to seem as casual as he can in the circumstances.
“Yup, okay, let’s do this,” I say, trying to act as professional as I can despite the fact that I’m now moments away from what I know is going to feel pretty damn intense.
Averting my eyes from Bodie as much as I can as he removes his wet briefs, I strip down to my briefs and wrap my arms around his small but athletic body.
Think calm thoughts.
Do not think about the boy.
Do not think about…
“You’ll heat up sooner than you think,” I say, reassuring Bodie as I feel his body tremble next to mine.
“I know,” Bodie replies, the feel of cold, smooth chest pressed up against my big, sturdy bare chest already driving me crazy. “I’ve actually done this before. A surf comp a couple of years ago. Me and my friend. Except, my buddy wasn’t built like you, so…”
I look down and see Bodie staring up at me, his eyes full of lust. There’s no mistaking it. And as I hold him tight, I feel Bodie’s naked cock grind up against me, ever so subtly.
“Is it okay if I warm myself like this?” Bodie asks, grinding his crotch against my leg once more, except this time his hand reaches over the front of my briefs and squeezes on my rapidly hardening cock.
I nod.
This isn’t the time for words.
I know it’s crazy, and I know it’s totally against Guard protocol—but this is different, this isn’t an official mission. Right now, all bets are off and we’re just two people trying to stay warm.
Slowly but surely, Bodie grinds up against me, his pupils dilating as he finds his sweet spot, his rapidly hardening wet cock rubbing up against my thick, powerful leg.
“Daddy, I want to go inside,” Bodie says, his hand hovering over the top of my briefs, waiting for a signal from me to go further.
“Go inside, boy,” I reply, letting out a grunt of pleasure as Bodie duly slides his hand inside my briefs and immediately sets to work on squeezing, pumping, and working my stiff cock.
The intensity between us is like nothing I’ve experienced before.
I mean, I genuinely wasn’t expecting this to happen when I made the offer to keep the boy warm—but, hey, maybe I’m just kidding myself.
The heat between Bodie and me is something real, undeniably so.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I growl, Bodie’s hand now sliding up and down my shaft, bringing me close to release. “Suck it. Drop to your knees and suck it until I cum, boy. That’s Daddy’s Orders.”
Bodie gasps and does exactly as he’s told.
Within seconds, the boy is squatting down and sucking on my dick, his wet hands alternating between pulling on my balls and pleasuring himself.
And then it happens…
The pair of us climax together, as one—my hot cum shoots deep into Bodie’s mouth as his legs tremble and his crotch bucks forward and backward, his cock shooting its own load hard and fast.
“OMG, OMG,” Bodie says, barely able to hold his squat position as his thighs twitch and wobble and his butt cheeks clench.
“Here, allow me,” I say, breathless as my wet cock bounces and bobs, still hard but drained of its seed. “Let’s go to the bedroom and get under those covers.”
And this time, there’s no need to ask whether Bodie wants a ride on my back.
I simply crouch down and sling the boy over my shoulder, the pair of us on our way to the bedroom with no delay. I can feel his still hard cock pressing up against my body, the final drips of his seed sliding down my chest as we walk.
Damn .
What just happened was all kinds of hot.
But I know that once the pair of us are all warmed up, we’ve got some talking to do…
The safehouse bedroom is dim, the only light a faint silver glow from the moon sneaking through the cracked blinds.
Bodie’s curled against me, his breathing soft, his naked body warm under the thin sheets. My arm is around him, his head tucked into my chest, and for a moment, it’s just us—no Vince, no threats, no Night Ops ghosts.
His scent fills my lungs, and my Daddy side hums, content in a way I haven’t felt in years. What just happened between us out there in the living room, was raw, electric, and way beyond anything I expected when I offered to warm him up.
Damn, it was so hot.
Bodie’s touch, his lips, the way he called me Daddy… it’s got me rattled, and I’m not sure I can go back to keeping him at arm’s length. That ship might just have sailed.
But reality’s a sonofagun , and it’s creeping in, heavy as the ocean outside.
That climax, his grinding against me, my release in his mouth—it wasn’t just heat. It was a line crossed, one that complicates everything .
Bodie’s not just a civilian I’m protecting…
He’s under my skin, and I need to know what this means for him, for us.
My Guard training screams to lock it down, to focus on the mission, but my Daddy side wants to claim him, to set rules that make him mine while keeping him safe. I can’t let this spiral without talking it through, no matter how much I want to stay in this bed forever…
Bodie stirs, his lashes fluttering as he wakes, his blue eyes meeting mine in the half-light. He freezes, like a deer caught in headlights, and I can see the panic flicker across his face. He’s thinking about what we did, about Vince, about trusting me and how it might burn him.
Unless I’m mistaken, his walls are going up, fast, but I’m not about to let him shut me out…
“Hey, boy,” I say, my voice low, steady, keeping my arm loose around him so he doesn’t feel trapped. “We need to talk about what happened. About us.”
Bodie tenses, his breath hitching, and he pulls the sheet tighter around him, like it’s armor.
“Talk?” Bodie asks, his voice small, edged with fear. “What’s there to talk about? It… it just happened, right? No big deal.”
But Bodie’s eyes dart away, and I know he’s lying, trying to dodge the vulnerability. His Little side’s peeking out, scared of being hurt again, and it twists something in my chest.
I shift, propping myself on one elbow, giving him space but keeping my gaze locked on his.
“It’s a big deal, Bodie,” I say, firm but gentle, my Daddy mode kicking in.
“What we did—it wasn’t just nothing. You felt it, I felt it.
And I’m not gonna pretend it didn’t happen or let you run from it.
But I need you to know something.” I pause, making sure he’s listening.
“I’ll never push you into anything you don’t want.
Consent’s everything, always . I care about you, and I’ll never hurt you. Not ever. You’re safe with me.”
Bodie’s eyes widen, searching mine, and I see the fear soften, just a bit. He swallows, his fingers twisting the sheet, but he doesn’t pull away.
“You… mean that?” Bodie whispers, his voice wobbly, like he’s testing the water. “You’re not gonna… I don’t know, turn out like Vince? All sweet until you’re not?”
The mention of Vince makes my jaw tighten, but I keep my voice steady.
“I’m not him, Little One,” I say. “I’m a Daddy, not a snake.
I set rules, I protect, I care. What we did out there—you wanted it, I wanted it, and I’ll always make sure you’re okay with where we go next.
You’ve got my word.” I reach out, brushing a strand of his messy hair behind his ear, my touch light.
“You don’t have to be scared with me. Well, not like that anyway. ”
Bodie’s cheeks flush, and he bites his lip, his walls cracking as he leans into my touch, just a fraction.
“Okay,” Bodie says, his voice soft but stronger. “I… I believe you. It’s just… hard, you know? Trusting again. But you’re different. I can feel it.”
Our eyes meet, steady now, and the trust there hits me like a wave, warm and heavy.
I nod, my chest loosening.
“Good boy,” I say, the words slipping out, and his blush deepens, his Little side glowing. But I need to build on this, to show him more of me, to keep that trust growing. “You deserve to know who I am, Bodie. Not just the Daddy stuff, but the rest. What I do, why I’m here...”
He tilts his head, curious, sitting up a bit, the sheet slipping to show his freckled shoulder.
“You mean the Guard thing?” Bodie says, his voice cautious but intrigued. “I figured you were, like, some kind of badass soldier or something. But it’s more than that, isn’t it?”
I chuckle, the sound rough but warm.
“Yeah, you could say that,” I answer, figuring that at some point I’m going to need to reveal a whole lot more to the boy.
I sit up, leaning against the headboard, my hands resting on my thighs.
“The Night Ops… well, it’s a black ops outfit, like you guessed,” I say.
“We’re not military, not exactly. Private contractors, the kind governments and rich folks call when they need something done quiet and clean.
Extractions, intel, taking down bad guys who don’t play by rules.
We go where the law can’t or won’t. It’s dangerous, messy, and sometimes it’s a moral gray zone.
But it’s what I’m built for. It’s who I am. ”
Bodie’s eyes widen, but there’s no fear, just fascination.
“Whoa,” Bodie says, pulling his knees up, hugging them. “I mean, I knew it was something intense, but… black ops? Like, spy movie stuff? I didn’t realize it was that hardcore.” He pauses, his brow furrowing. “Doesn’t it… I don’t know, weigh on you? All that danger?”
His question cuts deep, and I think of Hicks, the jungle, the scars I carry.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice quieter. “It does. But, like I said, it’s who I am. Protecting people, fixing what’s broken—it’s what keeps me going. Like protecting you.” I meet his gaze, letting him see the truth. “I’m telling you this because I want you to know me, Bodie. The real me. No secrets.”
Bodie nods, his expression softening, and I can see he gets it, appreciates the honesty.
“Thanks, Henry,” Bodie says, his voice warm. “For telling me, I mean. It’s… a lot , but it makes sense. You’re like this big, grumpy hero, aren’t you?”
The boy grins, a playful spark in his eyes, and my chest lightens.
“Grumpy, huh ?” I say, raising an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at my lips. “Careful, Little One, or this grumpy Daddy’s gonna make you regret that.”
I lean closer, mock-stern, and he giggles, the sound bright and unguarded, cutting through the heavy moment like sunlight.
“Promises, promises,” Bodie teases, sticking out his tongue, his Little side dancing. But then his stomach growls, loud enough to make us both laugh, and I seize the chance to keep things light.
“Alright, that’s it,” I say, clapping my hands, swinging my legs off the bed. “Enough deep talk for now. Time to eat. A Daddy who goes hungry turns into a real grumpy Daddy, and you don’t want that.”
I point at him, mock-serious, and he laughs again, his whole face lighting up.
“Oh no, not a grumpy Daddy!” Bodie says, clutching the sheet dramatically, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Better feed you quick, then. What’s on the menu, Bossypants?”
I stand, pulling on my jeans, grinning.
“Whatever we’ve got in that bag from the store,” I say, realizing that it won’t exactly be the best meal ever. “Sandwiches, jerky, your precious gummies. But you’re helping, so move that cute butt.”
I toss him my t-shirt from the floor, and he catches it, giggling as he slips it on, the fabric swallowing his petite frame.
We head to the kitchen, his barefoot steps light behind me, and for a moment, it’s easy—his sass, my rules, the shared laughter.
I grab the bag, pulling out sandwiches and his grape soda, while he hops onto the counter, swinging his legs, Billy and Poot tucked under his arm.
The weight of the situation is still there, how could it not be?
But right now, it’s just us… a Daddy and his Little, stealing a slice of normal.
As we eat, him teasing me about my “old man” taste in jerky, I feel it—the balance shifting, the trust growing.
Bodie’s not just a mission, not anymore.
And maybe, just maybe, I’m not just a shadow to him either…