Chapter 12
Duval
“He’s a natural, huh?” Bram asks from his spot beside me on the couch.
We dropped into these spots a few minutes ago when Edward decided to shed his big persona as well. The pair began playing together as Bram and I took on the role of observers.
I nod, answering him with, “Yeah, he really is.”
“That’s great. Edward has been talking about this since you called him. He’s very excited to have the chance to play with someone full time while on this trip. It was a bit last minute, and he usually doesn’t have anyone.”
“Do you two come here often?” I hold up my hand before he can reply. “That sounded terribly cheesy. I just meant that I don’t know where home is so I’m not sure how this works for you both.”
Bram chuckles. “This is home, though it’s not the primary one. We live in the city of Bellport.”
“No fucking way! That’s where we live too.”
“Really? That’s a wild coincidence then.” He strokes his jaw where I can see some stubble. “Anyway, this is one of my residences. I have to come out here for business a few times a year. I bring Edward with me since he loves the water and my mother’s restaurant. He told me you two met there.”
My jaw drops. “You can’t be serious. There’s no way she’s your mom. I met her granddaughter at the hotel yesterday. It’s like I’m getting the whole family introduction, just in separate places.”
“You kind of are. That would be my niece that you met. She’s a sweetheart. My sister runs things down at the marina, so you might even see her when we get back. It’s anyone’s guess since she usually prefers to be on the water.”
“So your family lives here, but you’re in Bellport? Is that right?”
He nods. “Yeah. They fell in love with the area on our first visit. It’s yet another reason I come so much. Video calls are great, but Mom’s cooking deserves an in-person visit.”
“That makes sense.”
“Tell me more about you. Do you have any siblings or anything? I can’t believe we’ve never run into each other.”
I lean back, my eyes sweeping over the two boys playing together across the room. Foster is clearly enjoying himself, which makes me feel like this was the right choice.
“I have a brother who plays professional baseball in Bellport. It’s just us two. Neither of us have kids, and our parents passed, unfortunately.”
As if he knows I’m talking about him, my brother’s ringtone echoes through the room. The boys turn my way, eyes wide as if the sound pulled them out of play.
“Sorry, boys,” I say as I swipe to answer. “Hey, brother.”
“Don’t you ‘hey, brother’ me, you little shit. I’ve been texting you for days with no answer.”
I shake my head and give Bram an amused look. He nods in understanding. Siblings are a handful and a half.
“Who are you looking at? And where are you? Did you decide to go on a cruise instead?” His face moves closer to the camera, as if he’s trying to zoom into the background.
“Chill. Geesh. I’m on a boat, yes, but not a cruise. We made friends on the trip, and they invited us out on their yacht.”
“Ugh! I hate that word. It makes me sound pretentious,” Bram groans.
“We?! We?! There’s a lot you aren’t telling me. I have to go get ready for a game, but I expect a full breakdown when you’re back.”
I nod at the camera. “Will do. Good luck. I know you’ll kill it.”
The tension leaves him as a smirk replaces his high energy from before. “Yeah, I will. I can’t wait to show these fuckers who’s boss.”
With that, he ends the call, throwing me back into the present with Bram, Edward, and Foster. They’re all watching me with varying degrees of amusement.
“He’s a mess and then some. Please ignore him,” I tell the group.
“Seems like he is something, alright.” Bram’s gaze doesn’t meet mine as he says it, and I wonder if maybe I misread him before.
Is he really only helping Edward as a friend instead of wanting more?
Could he possibly have interest in someone else instead?
It’s far too complicated for me to ponder over.
As I’m lost in thought, my little one shuffles over on hands and knees until he’s between my legs. He leans forward stretching to ease his upper body across my lap.
“Snack time?” he asks sweetly.
I turn to Bram, who nods in reply. “Sure thing, little one. Let’s go see what they have.”
Tugging him to stand, I move over to the kitchen area. There are containers across the countertop, along with various types of drinkware. I’ve already memorized my boy’s answers to the form, so I don’t hesitate to get a bottle, some juice to fill it with, and a pack of powdered donuts.
Maybe not the healthiest snack, but it will do today. We can always have some veggies and fruit later when we’ve made it back to the hotel.
Once I have it all ready, I take Foster’s hand to lead him to the couch. Bram is now on a chair near Edward, which leaves plenty of room for us to spread out. I sit first, then pull my boy down to lay across me.
He eats the donuts I hand feed him one by one, his gaze unfocused and his body relaxed.
When that’s all gone, I bring the bottle to his lips.
Just like he has with everything else, he takes to it naturally.
Each heavy suck of the nipple has my cock aching beneath him.
I know he feels it too, because he wiggles a bit as he drinks, his gaze never meeting mine.
I hold the bottle for him until he finishes. “Better now, little one?”
He nods instead of answering.
“You want to go back to play?”
He shakes his head as wrinkles form between his brows.
I think through what might be stopping him and that’s when it hits me. “Do you need to potty?”
His response comes a little slower this time, in the form of a cautious nod.
Smiling, I tell him, “Then let’s get that taken care of. Once you’ve pottied, we’ll put a diaper on you so you can keep playing without worrying.”
Bram leaves his seat to approach us. “I’ll show you to your room where the clothes and supplies Edward requested are. He'll change too while you’re gone.”
He leads us to a room a few doors down from where we were. As soon as he’s gone, I usher my boy into the attached bathroom.
“Do you need Daddy to help you?” I ask gently. “I don’t mind.”
His nod comes quickly, as though he doesn’t even question this.
I tug his jeans open, then ease his cock free. With one hand loosely wrapped around it, I aim towards the toilet.
“Let go, little one. Time to potty.”
The way he goes lax against me is addictive. I love how effortless it is for him to let go.
Once he’s done, I tuck him away again, then wash our hands together at the sink. “Time to get changed,” I say as we move back into the bedroom.
There’s a walk-in closet off to the side. It’s where Bram said I’d find what I need.
Sure enough, it’s stocked full of everything I might want. I grab the diaper bucket, which has not only the diaper itself but the creams and powders I’ll need. Then I move to look at the outfits.
This is a harder task. My boy really enjoyed the pink, frilly swimsuit from the party. But I’m not sure if it’s what he’ll want today.
I shuffle through fabric until I reach one I hope he’ll like. The onesie may not be as bright and pink, but it definitely has something he likes on it.
“Daddy has everything we need here, little one,” I say when I return to the main space. He looks over the items in my hands, a wide smile building with each new piece he spots.
After instructing him to lie back, I strip him until he’s naked. Then I go about securing him in the softest diaper known to man. At least, that’s what it feels like.
My boy lights up with every second that passes. By the time the taco covered onesie is zipped all the way up, he’s a giggling, adorable mess.
“Time to go play with our friends,” I tell him. Then I take his hand and lead him back down the boat and into the play area.
Hours pass as the boys play. Bram and I discuss our lives in Bellport and how we can make it so we can meet up more often. He offers to let us come to his home since he has a dedicated play space for when Edward visits.
I’m still not sure what those two are. Taking someone on vacation with you, buying them everything they want, and having a special room just for them feels very much like Daddy behavior. And yet, the pair only acts as friends in front of us.
It’s a mystery.
By the time evening rolls around and Paolo comes to tell us it’s time to depart, it’s been the perfect day.
Foster is reluctant about changing back into his big clothes, but Bram telling us to keep the supplies and taco onesie are enough to cheer his mood.
We pack it all into a bag before taking off to the mainland with promises to keep in touch with both men.