2. HARRISON #2
Not only was Harrison predictably unimpressed with the club, but as he had predicted Chris had already vanished into the night. The last Harrison had seen of Chris was when an admittedly very cute boy in electric-blue hotpants approached him with a shiny red paddle.
Good for Chris.
I hope he tans that boy’s ass good and proper…
Harrison took his drinks from the bartender and immediately made his way out of the main club room and toward the outside area. Harrison figured he would give Chris the time it took him to finish the two beers before he headed back to his hotel room.
Although knowing Chris like he did, Harrison was betting that he wouldn’t see Chris again for the rest of the night. Still, if that meant that Harrison could head home relatively early then he wasn’t going to complain too much.
As Harrison took a seat on the large bench, he found himself thinking about work. But not his novel. Instead, Harrison was thinking about the lectures he was scheduled to give that next week at university.
Teaching was something that Harrison had never imagined he would have enjoyed anywhere near as much as he did. And to be doing it back on his old stomping ground of Princeford University was an added bonus.
Princeford U was one of the most prestigious schools in the country and had a truly impressive reputation internationally.
Harrison had worked his ass off to get in there as a student, and to return as a celebrated author and teach there was something that made him feel proud even on his lowest days where he felt like he couldn’t get a single word out onto his computer screen.
There was something very satisfying about passing on his love for literature onto his students. Some of the students had a lot of talent when it came to their own writing too, and Harrison enjoyed the process of guiding them, helping them to avoid the pitfalls that many young writers fell into.
Maybe it’s the Daddy in me.
Well, if I can’t have a boy at least I have my students…
But as satisfying as it was to offer his help and life experience to students, it wasn’t the same as having a Little to call his own.
Harrison knew that, and it was a feeling that just wouldn’t go away.
No matter how deep Harrison tried to bury his feelings on the subject, he knew that somewhere inside him there was a desire to administer discipline in a way that only a Daddy could.
Harrison quickly finished off the first beer. It was a nice German lager that he’d had many a time before. But as he was about to sink the second beer, Harrison’s eyes fell upon something, or rather someone, very new indeed…
Who the hell is that?
He’s cute as hell, but he looks sad.
That’s a boy in need of some wise words…
Harrison got up from the bench and walked across the outdoor area toward the boy.
The closer Harrison got, the cuter the boy became.
He was young and had the kind of perfect complexion and razor-sharp cheekbones that a catwalk model would die for.
But more than that, the boy had a body that clearly knew its way around a gym.
He, whoever he was, may have been a classically petite Little, but there was definitely a lot of fitness in him too.
‘You okay, boy?’ Harrison said, towering over the downcast Little. ‘You look like you could do with some cheering up?’
‘I feel crappy,’ the boy said.
‘And do you have a name?’ Harrison said, a firm tone in his voice. ‘I’m Harrison.’
‘Um, yeah, my name’s Sammy,’ Sammy said, looking up at Harrison with his sparkly blue eyes. ‘I haven’t seen you here before.’
‘Clubs aren’t always my thing,’ Harrison said, sitting next to Sammy and placing his big hand on Sammy’s slender shoulder.
‘I think we both need to get out of here. How about I take you back to my suite and tuck you in for a good night’s sleep?
No strings attached. Just a bedtime story and a sound night of sleep. ’
Harrison could see that Sammy was thinking it over.
There was something about Sammy that seemed different to the other Littles in the club.
Everyone else seemed like they didn’t have care in the world.
But Sammy had something on his mind. Something that was stopping him from enjoying himself to the best of his ability.
Harrison didn’t like to see that in anyone, but especially not in as sweet and sexy a boy as Sammy.
‘I think I’d like that a lot,’ Sammy said. ‘But one question.’
‘Ask away,’ Harrison replied, intrigued by what Sammy might want.
‘Can I bring my stuffie?’ Sammy said, pointing to the purple bear poking out the top of his backpack. ‘I can’t sleep unless Zozo is with me.’
‘Of course you can. I’m a Daddy, I know how important stuffies are to their boys,’ Harrison said.
Sammy’s face filled with the brightest smile Harrison had seen all night. It was a lovely sight. It was also the first time in as long as he could remember that Harrison had felt that connection he craved with a boy…
Calm down.
This isn’t about me.
This is about helping the boy…
‘Great. On your feet then,’ Harrison said, the firmness in his voice clearly noted by Sammy who immediately rose to his feet. ‘It’s time to put your butt to bed. And I don’t expect any sass about it either. You need a good night’s sleep and I’m going to ensure you get one too…’
With that, Harrison escorted Sammy out of The Cuddle Corner.
It was time to go back to the hotel and show this boy exactly what an experienced Daddy could do to help him get a good night’s rest and recuperation.
And in the morning? Well, who knew what might happen…