Chapter 6 Sebastian
SEBASTIAN
After dinner, the drive back to my apartment went by way too fast. Brandon kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on my thigh with his thumb tracing lazy circles that made it impossible to think about anything except how much I didn't want the night to end.
Dinner was perfect. The food was amazing, the conversation flowed easily, and every time Brandon looked at me with those intense eyes, I felt like I was the only person in the world who mattered.
He ordered for me without making me feel like a burden and wasn’t afraid to hold my hand across the table like it was the most natural thing in the world. And when I'd gotten a bit of Alfredo sauce on my chin, he reached over with his napkin and wiped it off with a tender smile on his face.
It was the best date I'd ever been on.
When we pulled up in front of my apartment, I unbuckled my seatbelt but didn't get out. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay right there in his truck with Brandon's hand on me and the smell of his cologne filling my lungs.
"Thanks for tonight." I turned to look at him and found him already watching me. "I had a really good time."
"Me too." His voice was low and just rough enough to send a shiver down my spine. "Can I walk you to your door?"
"If you want to." I bit my lip and tried not to sound too eager.
He squeezed my thigh and then pulled his hand back. "I always want to make sure you get home safely."
We got out of the truck and walked up the stairs to my apartment. My hands were shaking as I fumbled with my keys, hyperaware of Brandon standing just behind me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body and smell that woodsy scent I was already addicted to.
I managed to get the key in the lock, but before I turned it, I pressed my back against the door and looked at Brandon.
He was standing closer than I expected, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to look up at him.
His eyes were dark and intense with something needy in them that made my stomach flip.
"Sebastian." He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, letting his fingers linger against my cheek.
"I've been wanting to do something all night. "
My breath caught in my throat. "Then do it."
He leaned in slowly, giving me plenty of time to pull away if I wanted to.
I closed the distance until his lips brushed against mine.
The kiss was soft and tentative at first. Just a gentle press that made my knees go weak.
And then Brandon tilted his head and kissed me properly as his hand slid to the back of my neck to hold me in place and his tongue slipped between my lips.
I made a small sound as I reached up to grab his shirt and pull him closer. He tasted like the mint he'd popped in his mouth after dinner. Yummy. His other hand came to rest on my hip, and his thumb slipped under the hem of my sweater to touch bare skin.
The kiss was perfect.
Slow and deep and full of so many promises. My head was spinning and my heart raced as every nerve ending in my body lit up like a Christmas tree.
When we finally separated, we were both breathing hard but neither of us pulled away.
Brandon rested his forehead against mine and let out a shaky laugh. "Fuck." His voice was rough and low. "I've been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you in the dentist's office."
I laughed and shook my head. "Really? Even when I was being all weird and talking about dinosaurs?"
"Especially then." He kissed me again, quick and sweet this time. "You're adorable when you talk about dinosaurs."
I buried my face in his neck and groaned. "You're too nice to be real."
"I’m real." He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. "And I want you to know you can be real with me too. Always."
We stood there for a long moment, just holding each other on my doorstep.
Eventually, Brandon sighed and looked down at me with soft eyes. "You should get inside. It's getting late."
"Yeah." I didn't move. "I should."
He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Text me when you get inside so I know you’re good."
"It's literally right here." I gestured to the door behind me and laughed. "You can watch me walk in."
"Humor me." He stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets like he didn't trust himself not to reach for me again.
"Okay." I opened my door, then looked back at him over my shoulder. "Good night, Brandon."
"Good night, sweetheart." The way he said it made me want to jump into his arms, but I held back. "Sweet dreams."
I went inside and closed the door behind me. Leaning back against it, I let out a long breath as my heart rate slowly went back to normal. My lips were still tingling from his kiss, and my whole body felt like it was buzzing with energy.
I pulled out my phone and sent him a quick text. Survived the front door. Thanks for an amazing night.
His response came almost immediately. Sleep well, baby boy. I'll talk to you tomorrow unless you need me sooner.
I definitely needed him sooner, especially if he called me baby boy again. Hugging my phone to my chest, I grinned like an idiot.
Brandon kissed me, and it was even better than I'd imagined it would be.
I floated through my bedtime routine in a daze, brushing my teeth and changing into pajamas without really paying attention to what I was doing. My mind was too busy replaying the kiss over and over again.
When I finally crawled into bed, I pulled up our text thread and read through all our messages from the past few days. Every flirty comment and sweet compliment was just further proof that Brandon might actually like me as much as I liked him.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face and dreamed about brown eyes and strong hands and the taste of mint on Brandon's lips.
The next morning, I woke up to someone knocking on my door. I squinted at my phone and saw that it was barely nine in the morning. Who the hell was at my door so early on a Saturday?
I rolled out of bed and shuffled to the door, still half asleep. Through the peephole, I saw a delivery guy holding a massive bouquet of balloons and a gift basket. A present!
When I opened the door, the delivery guy smiled at me. "Sebastian Jorgensen?"
"That's me." I rubbed my eyes and tried to wake up enough to pay attention to what he was saying.
"Sign here, please." He handed me an electronic signature pad, and I scribbled my name. "Have a great day."
I took the basket and balloons and carried them inside. The basket was filled with a huge teddy bear and a box of fancy chocolates. Tied to it was a mylar balloon that said "Miss You" in big letters.
There was a small card tucked into the basket, so I pulled it out with shaking hands. In neat handwriting, it said, "For Daddy’s good boy."
My heart started pounding in my chest as a huge grin spread across my face. Brandon not only sent me a present but he called himself Daddy and me a good boy.
I could hardly catch my breath as I grabbed my phone and texted him. I just got the best surprise of my life.
His response came a few seconds later. Yeah? What's your best surprise?
I bit my lip and considered my response. An awesome present from a secret Daddy.
The dots appeared almost immediately. Secret Daddy, huh? Are you sure he's a good guy? Maybe he's some weirdo who wants to harvest your organs after sweetening you up with chocolates.
I giggled and flopped back on my couch, hugging the teddy bear to my chest. If he's as sexy as the man who took me to dinner last night, he can harvest my organ all day long.
My phone started ringing before I could send another text. I answered it with a breathless laugh. "Hi."
"Good morning, sweetheart." Brandon's voice was warm and a little amused. "I take it you got my delivery?"
"I did." I squeezed the bear tighter. "Thank you. It's perfect."
"I'm glad you like it." There was a pause, and then he added, "I couldn't stop thinking about you after I dropped you off last night. Wanted to make sure you knew I was thinking about you this morning too."
My heart did a little flip. "I’ve been thinking about you too."
"Yeah? What were you thinking about?" His voice dropped lower, and I could hear the smile in it.
"That kiss." I bit my lip and felt my face heat up from saying it out loud. "It was so good, I felt it everywhere."
"Me too." He let out a slow breath. "I wanted to do a lot more than just kiss you, if I'm being honest."
My stomach clenched as that heat moved south. "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah." His voice was rougher now. "But I didn't want to rush you. Wanted to make sure you’re comfortable with me before we get more physical."
"I'm comfortable with you." I palmed my fattening dick and tried to keep my voice steady. "Very comfortable."
"Good." There was a rustling sound, like he was moving around. "Can I ask you something, Sebastian?"
"Anything."
"Are you looking for a Daddy?" The question was direct and honest, which almost caught me off guard. Not playful or teasing but serious. "Like, for real. Not just joking around."
I swallowed hard and hugged the bear tighter. This was it. The moment where I had to be completely honest with him. "Yes. I am."
"And what does that look like for you?" His voice was gentle as we took the conversation in a completely unexpected direction. "What do you need from a Daddy?"
I took a deep breath and tried to put my feelings into words. "Someone who makes me feel safe and is willing to take care of me when I want to be Little. Without judging me or getting..." I trailed off, suddenly embarrassed by what I’d just admitted.
"Or what, baby boy?" His voice was so soft and encouraging that I felt safe answering honestly.
"Without getting frustrated when I need help making decisions or being big." The words came out in a rush. "I’m usually super responsible, but sometimes, I just want some like…you. I want you, Brandon."
There was a long pause, and I started to panic. Maybe I'd said too much too soon and already scared him off by being too needy.