6. HARRISON
HARRISON
The drive out of the city and upstate was a joy. Harrison could tell that Sammy was still suffering from burnout, so was happy enough to see Sammy drifting in and out of sleep during the journey.
But when Sammy was awake, the conversation flowed as smooth as hot butter off a knife. Harrison couldn’t believe just how much him and Sammy had in common. Yes, they were very much polar opposites in many ways but there was a clear and undeniable common thread between them.
As Sammy talked about his all-consuming passion for food, Harrison thought back to his own childhood where he would spend hour after hour working on his own stories.
Harrison hadn’t had much growing up, and money was tight in the Hawk household.
But one thing Harrison’s parents always made sure of was that Harrison and his brothers had enough paper, pens, and books.
Reading and writing was such a big passion in their home that it was no wonder that out of the three brothers, one was a book reviewer, one a screenwriter, and of course… Harrison was an author.
Harrison couldn’t help but look back on those early years with a slight sense of regret.
Somewhere along the way, Harrison’s massive success as an author had seen him lose his spark.
The breakup with his former Little had been a huge blow, but it was more than that.
Something had been missing for a long while.
But speaking to Sammy and hearing just how enthusiastic he was for the art of making innovative, fun, and tasty food was enough to get Harrison thinking that his own passion for writing might come back one day in the not-too-distant future.
‘Kid, we’re nearly home,’ Harrison said, cringing at little at his choice of words. Yes, it was home to him – but as far as Sammy was concerned it was just somewhere he was staying. ‘I mean, home to me. You know what I mean.’
‘Mmmmm,’ Sammy said, his sleepy eyes opening as he stretched his arms up and out from his body. ‘How long was I asleep for that time?’
‘Only about forty-five minutes,’ Harrison said, chuckling and pleased that Sammy didn’t seem to have heard his misstep.
‘Something tells me that I might need to dig my old alarm clock out from storage. You’ll be getting enough sleep with me, but there’s no way I’m allowing you to spend all your time snoozing in bed! ’
Sammy smiled and picked up his half-full juice box and took a long sip on it.
‘Wow! Is this… your house?’ Sammy said, his eyes now fully open as Harrison turned off the tree-lined road and pulled up into his driveway. ‘It’s… big.’
Harrison looked at Sammy and saw that he was blushing.
‘Well, yes it certainly is big,’ Harrison chuckled. ‘But don’t be too impressed. It’s owned by the college. As a big draw for the university I get to stay there rent free. I’ve even tried to buy it from them a couple of times, but something’s always got in the way.’
‘I don’t care who owns it,’ Sammy giggled. ‘I can’t believe I get to stay here with you!’
Harrison put his hand on Sammy’s knee and smiled warmly. It felt good to see how enthusiastic and positive Sammy was being. They hadn’t even stepped foot inside the house yet, but Harrison could see that Sammy was already feeling more relaxed and tension-free than at any point since they had met.
All that was left now was getting Sammy inside and settled down.
‘Come on, I’ll give you the full tour,’ Harrison said, smiling as he watched Sammy running and jumping into a big pile of Fall leaves that had been swept up together. ‘Careful, you’ll have Mr. Saul from next door after you if you make too much of a mess!’
‘But I love it so much!’ Sammy squealed. ‘Tree lined streets, big comfy houses, gardens, I love it all! It’s like a dream!’
God damn, he’s cute.
He’s as sweet as pumpkin pie and probably twice as naughty.
I need to keep my urges under control…
‘Inside, now. That’s an order!’ Harrison said, putting on his gruffest voice.
With that, Sammy hopped to attention and followed Harrison in through the old oak door and inside the house.
‘Well, this is the entrance hall. Obviously,’ Harrison said, standing in the open plan area and proceeding to point Sammy in the direction of each room.
‘We’ve got the main living room, the rumpus room, the kitchen, my study.
Then upstairs we’ve got the usual bedroom and bathrooms. You’ll have your own bathroom and bedroom of course. ’
Sammy nodded along, but Harrison could see that Sammy’s attention span was struggling to keep up with all the information. Sammy had a look of pure Little delight on his face and it came as no surprise when Sammy took his stuffie Zozo out of his backpack…
‘Zozo! Look! This is our home for the next few weeks!’ Sammy squealed with joy. ‘Please can I go up and guess which my room is? Please? Pretty-pretty-pretty-super-cherry on top please?’
Harrison let out a big laugh that echoed around the entrance hall.
‘Of course you can,’ Harrison said. ‘The whole house is yours. Well, apart from my study. You don’t go in there unless it’s with me, got it?’
‘Got it!’ Sammy said, his slender body already half-way up the curved, hand-carved staircase. ‘Waah! This is soooo exciting!’
Harrison listened as he heard Sammy discover the guestroom.
With the sound of Sammy excitedly jumping up and down on his bed, Harrison thought it best to allow Sammy some time to get fully acquainted with his new surroundings.
As far as Harrison was concerned, it had been a long journey and after the mediocre coffee on the road, he was more than ready for some of his own specialty coffee.
* * *
Harrison sipped the last drops out of his second triple espresso. He was starting to feel hungry too but decided to wait for Sammy to come down before planning what to eat.
The kitchen looked nice and clean and tidy, just how Harrison had left it. The only difference being that the campus cleaning lady had stacked up Harrison’s mail on the large kitchen table.
‘Urgh. That can wait,’ Harrison said, not remotely interested in reading any of the mixture of junk, bills, and campus news that had landed on his mail mat in his absence.
Far more interesting to Harrison was the message that had just flashed up on his cell phone screen from his Daddy friend, Zane…
Yo! Mr. Hawk. Tell me what’s new. I NEED to hear more about this boy.
And before you say anything - yes I do need to know if you’ve got your hands on him yet.
I know you play your cards close to that damn chest of yours, but you need to open up and let me live vicariously through you! Still good for climbing tomorrow? Z.
Harrison smiled wryly. He loved and cherished his relationship with Zane. Zane was a retired race car driver who was the very definition of a risk taker – as the scar on his cheek from a high-speed crash testified.
The pair of them loved to push each other when they went rock climbing and given their similar age it was also a close-run thing as to who would come out on top.
Typically, Zane would win the speed climbing challenges whereas Harrison would more often than not triumph in the trickier technical climbs. Either way, they always had a good time together and even more so when they hit the bar afterward for some well-earned beers.
But this time, the beers might have to be put on ice…
Hey, Zane. Of course I’m still on for the climbing tomorrow.
I wouldn’t miss it for the world. But… I’m going to need to take a rain check on the beers afterward.
The boy is going to keep me busy, and you can make of that what you will.
Seriously though, I can’t wait for you two to meet.
He’s a good kid. Special even. Later my friend, C.
Harrison laughed as he imagined the look of sheer frustration on Zane’s face as he read the message. Zane loved to know exactly what was going on, so to receive such a tantalizing message would be driving him wild.
That being said, Harrison couldn’t deny that he was looking forward to meeting up with Zane tomorrow. Sammy would certainly be a hot topic of discussion, and Harrison wanted a fellow Daddy to talk to.
Harrison had felt attracted to Sammy in a kind of clothes-ripping, butt-spanking, all-out action kind of way from the first time he clapped eyes on Sammy in The Cuddle Corner. This attraction had only got hotter and more intense since then.
Even on the journey upstate, Harrison was looking over to a sleeping Sammy and imagining the kinds of things they could do together. Maybe it was the fact they were driving through the lush countryside, but Harrison’s mind soon became fixated on a particular kink of his… outdoor sex.
The very possibility of both him and Sammy being butt-naked in the wild, dense woods together had been enough to make Harrison’s dick rock-hard for a vast portion of the journey.
Harrison had even imagined all manner of scenarios playing out between him and Sammy. As much as he knew that this was about helping the boy out rather than anything romantic, Harrison’s mind had veered into the most erotic, full-on fantasies imaginable.
This was why Harrison knew that spending time with Zane would be beneficial. Without going into detail over the nature of his fantasies, Harrison would at least be able to run some things by Zane and try to work out the best way of keeping things professional between him and Sammy.
Well, that was Harrison’s plan anyhow. Harrison knew that Zane would almost certainly try to encourage him to get physical with Sammy – after all, as a former race car driver Zane was always very much one for living life in the fast lane.
Before Harrison could let his mind settle back into racy thoughts about Sammy, he was brought back into the real world by Sammy himself…
‘Wow, this kitchen is… a dream!’ Sammy said, walking into the kitchen with Zozo under his arm. ‘It’s triple the size of my kitchen. Maybe four times the size!’
‘Well, you’re certainly welcome to treat it as your own,’ Harrison said, smiling.
‘In fact, I insist you do. Starting tomorrow I want to see you trying out new recipes, cooking up a storm, and generally being as happy a boy as you deserve to be. There’s one rule though.
And this is a rule that cannot be broken. ’
‘W-w-what is it?’ Sammy said, sounding genuinely nervous.
‘The rule is… I must always have a sample to try!’ Harrison laughed, rocking back in his chair. ‘No sample, and there will be a punishment to follow.’
Sammy blushed, and Harrison felt a surge of power run through his body. This felt good. It felt seriously good in fact. Sammy looked adorable in his red hoodie and short baby-blue shorts.
The idea of unbuttoning Sammy’s shorts and pulling that peachy butt over his lap was making Harrison feel like every inch the Dom he had once been. Sammy seemed to want to submit to him, and Harrison was enjoying every moment of it.
‘I do have one thing to confess,’ Sammy said, a guilty look on his face. ‘well, kind of confess...’
‘Spit it out,’ Harrison said, his voice firm and commanding. ‘Let’s start how we mean to go along.’
‘Well… I kind of nearly went on social media,’ Sammy said, blurting his words out. ‘But I didn’t. I promise I didn’t! I just wanted to say that I thought about it. I hope that’s okay.’
Harrison took a moment to consider. It wasn’t great that Sammy felt so attached to social media, but on the other hand it was good that he’d managed to resist temptation. Even better was the fact that Sammy had the courage to admit it to Harrison…
‘Hmmm. I see,’ Harrison said. ‘Well done for telling me. That’s good. I’m proud of you for resisting temptation too. This might just work out even better than either of us could have hoped for.’
Sammy smiled and seemed delighted by Harrison’s approval.
Harrison stood up from the table and put his heavy hand on Sammy’s shoulder. It was dawning on Harrison that as beneficial as he could be for Sammy, the same might very much be true of the reverse too.
The only problem Harrison could foresee between them was successfully keeping a lid on their burgeoning heat…