11. Dexter
11
DEXTER
It wasn’t easy, but I was strong and limited the rest of our physical interaction to cleaning up Augie and myself, and then lying beside him in bed. We talked about his job at the barbershop and some of his favorite customers, and I told him about my work at the bakery.
My stories weren’t as interesting as his because I rarely interacted with the public. When the front got really busy, I was happy to step in and do my part, but most of the time, I was in the back, hidden away in my baking cave.
Before I started naming off ingredients as a way of boring Augie to sleep, his soft snores made it clear he was out.
I carefully slid out of his bed and arranged a large stuffed owl in his arms so he had something to cuddle against, and then I slipped out of his room to clean up the kitchen and let myself out.
We’d had a great night, and I felt good about the progress we made. The Daddy in me carried a bit of guilt for letting things move faster than they should have, but Augie was an adult and had needs like any other man.
As long as he was comfortable, I wasn’t going to deny him anything.
I couldn’t stop smiling as I drove home from Augie’s place. The night had been nothing short of perfect. We laughed, talked, and the sexual tension between us was unreal. And then there was the way Augie had looked at me when I put him to bed. It was a look of trust that I hadn’t realized I’d been desperate to see from him.
And fuck if those wanting eyes weren’t addictive.
I parked my car and practically floated into my house. Even though it was just as empty as ever, I finally had some hope that it wouldn’t be empty for long. After grabbing a beer, I slumped onto the couch and replayed every moment of the night in my head.
Augie was a beam of sunshine I never could've anticipated shining down on me. He was everything I thought I wanted in a partner, and his vulnerabilities made me even more committed to taking care of him. Suddenly, learning every food he liked and didn’t like became my highest priority. The chef in me wanted to feed him but only foods that would bring him joy. I never wanted mealtime to be stressful for him.
Not only was he sweet, but Augie looked at me as if I could solve all his problems with a single touch. It was both inspiring and loaded with responsibility.
I drained the last of my beer and barely resisted the urge to text that I was thinking of him. Tonight was a success, in more ways than one. Not only had I made a connection with the most amazing boy I'd met in a long time, but we also started to explore each other in a more physical way.
The image of a blushing Augie as he asked me to touch him sent a shiver of arousal down my spine. He was shy and quiet most of the time, but he was finding his voice with me, and I fucking loved that.
Soon, he’d be able to tell me exactly what he wanted, and I’d be there for it. Ready to truly meet his needs in every way he allowed.
I woke up in my king-sized bed alone, but the memory of Augie's sweet face and whimpered words still lingered in my mind. Last night, our physical chemistry proved to be off the charts. Which made it even harder for me to be patient as our emotional connection developed.
After making sure it wasn’t too early, I reached for my phone and sent a quick text to my boy. Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?
Amazing . His first response was quick, but the writing bubbles immediately popped up. Everything was better than I thought possible. Thank you.
Agreed. I found a meme of a dancing calzone holding a pepperoni stick and sent it to him. And the food was good too.
Augie responded with a laughing owl gif that I immediately hearted.
For the rest of the day, we exchanged cute messages and silly memes. I sent him a picture of my lunch—a big salad and steak fries—and asked for his approval.
He responded with a barrage of questions. What is the dressing on the salad? Is there any seasoning on the fries? Is that sweet tea or unsweetened in the background?
I couldn't help but chuckle at his playful conversation. Caesar dressing, a mix of dry seasonings, and sweet tea. Sometimes I get unsweetened and add stevia, but today I decided to indulge in all the sugar. Would you eat any of this?
No dressing on salads, but I love seasoned steak fries and…definitely sweet tea. 8/10 for your lunch choice today.
Eight out of ten felt like a win, and that put a huge smile on my face as I ate at my desk. Thanks for sharing your preferences.
For the rest of the day, we continued our flirtatious banter, sending each other random pictures and memes. Even while I was working, I kept checking my phone to see if any new messages had come in. It had been a long time since I had this much fun texting someone, and I knew it was 100% because of the sweet boy I was talking to.