Chapter Five #2
Nicky nodded. “I have a craft room. I buy paper at the end of the season on sale. Or something catches my eye during the year. I like to wrap the presents so everyone has their own paper.” It was fun. Especially when he’d gone so long without having people to wrap gifts for.
Law highlighted that task in bright pink. “So that’s something that we should make a priority for you.”
“Okay,” Nicky agreed. Truthfully the entire list was a priority though.
“But here.” Law tapped the screen where Nicky had typed finish buying presents.
Nicky had ordered some things online but he still wanted to handpick special items for Liam and Jude.
And now Law. “Isn’t this something that you could do with Liam?
Make an afternoon out of it? That would make the task more fun as well and less like a chore. ”
“I…I would like that,” Nicky admitted. “It’s just—”
“You have too much to do,” Law said. He dragged his finger down a couple of rows. “This is something that I or Jude could do.”
Replace all the bedding in the guest rooms to the holiday sheets.
“The sheets are clean,” Nicky insisted. “But they’ve probably been on there for a couple of months?” Nicky wasn’t really sure. It wasn’t like he had a lot of guests. “But I do have holiday bedding for the beds.”
“And Jude and I can make sure it’s done before everyone arrives on Christmas Eve,” Law suggested.
It wasn’t a job that Nicky enjoyed. “Yeah, sure.”
They went slowly through the list. Mostly Law’s suggestion was assigning one of the tasks to someone else or splitting it up. It made perfect sense once Nicky accepted that he didn’t have to do everything on his own.
Finally, after twenty minutes of negotiating, they came to the last item that Nicky had added just a few hours ago.
“Isn’t your friend Freddie the new CEO of that beer company that you were working on the campaign for?” Law asked.
“Yeah,” Nicky replied.
“Wouldn’t it make sense to ask him to bring something? It is his livelihood and he probably knows more than any of us.”
And that was when Nicky realized that having a partner to talk things out with might take some time to get used to, but it was better than struggling on his own. He grinned over at Law. “Good point.”
Law marked that line in green.
The list was now color-coded with tasks assigned to the people of their small group. Everyone had at least one item to do, which wasn’t a lot but removed the pressure from him.
“I’ll send out a text to everyone later tonight with an explanation and what they contribute.” Law set the laptop on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch.
The release of the day’s stress nearly made him breathless.
“Now here is my second suggestion for the night,” Law said. “You’ve had a stressful day. Would you like to spend some time little tonight? With me?”
Nicky perked up. He’d love to be little! And with Law acting as his Daddy. He really wanted that too. But… “What about our date?”
“We can have a little date tonight,” Law said. “I still want to take you to dinner before Christmas Eve. I want to take you out and wine and dine you. To show you off. Let everyone see the smart, handsome, and wonderful man that I’m dating.”
“I’d like that too,” Nicky whispered. “But are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Law said with a smile. “This is us. Our relationship and we get to define it to fit our needs. There might be times when I need to stay inside and take care of my boy. Tonight it just happens to be what you need.”
It was what Nicky needed. Just maybe not yet. He pushed the urge to become little down as he climbed to his knees on the couch. Setting a hand on Law’s broad shoulder, he threw his leg over Law’s to staddle his lap.
Law’s brow rose but his hands came down on Nicky’s hips to grip him tight.
“Thank you,” Nicky told him sincerely.
“Anytime, boy,” Law replied.
Leaning forward, Nicky dropped his eyes to Law’s lips.
He’d take Law up to his nursery and they would spend time together in the most intimate of ways.
A Daddy and little relationship required trust, understanding, and was special.
At least to Nicky. It wasn’t common inside the BDSM community.
Nicky had met several men and women that identified as subs and even some of them didn’t understand Nicky’s need for regression.
For a long time, Nicky kept his needs a secret.
He’d been embarrassed that he wanted more than calling some older man Daddy during sex.
That was common. It was everything else that Nicky craved.
Not just the use of the honorific inside the club like calling someone sir or master.
Sure, Nicky wanted to call his man Daddy, but it wasn’t just a word to toss around. Not to him.
Having a Daddy meant that Nicky wasn’t alone in the world.
When his partner identified as a Daddy, it meant that they would look out for Nicky’s needs.
That Nicky would be a priority in his partner’s life.
He’d never been a priority as a child. His father hadn’t cared if Nicky ate, or went to school, or even if Nicky was at home at night.
It had been like he was the parent and Nicky’s father needed to be catered to.
“Are you going to stare at me, or kiss me?” Law asked with a chuckle.
Nicky blinked, realizing that he’d gotten lost in his thoughts. “I’m going to kiss you.”
“Good,” Law told him.
“And then I’m going to suck you off.”
Law made a strangled sound.
Nicky pushed his hips forward so that Law could feel Nicky’s erection. He’d been hard since Law had grabbed his laptop, taking control of the situation that Nicky had gotten overwhelmed with.
“Once I’ve had my treat, you’re going to take me to my nursery where I can be your baby,” Nicky finished.
Law’s big strong arms cupped Nicky’s ass, encouraging Nicky’s small rolling of his hips. “Whatever you want, baby.”
That’s right. Whatever he wanted. For a few minutes it was him in charge. Leaning closer, he brushed his lips over Law’s. Just a brush, gentle, soft. “Daddy,” he murmured.
Law moaned but Nicky was intent on what he wanted. He pushed his mouth harder against Law’s. This kiss was to show Law how much Nicky wanted him. The thoughts of a nearly forty-five-year man that were ready to give this man a real chance. The need that had been slowly building inside him.
Law spread his lips, allowing Nicky to thrust his tongue inside.
Nicky stroked Law’s tongue with his own. He could taste coffee on Law’s tongue and decided that he could use a pick-me-up and sucked on the appendage. On his ass, Law’s fingers twitched.
He kept humping against Law, releasing his own moan and they kissed and kissed.
Inside his thin sweats, his cock wept, releasing precome into Nicky’s underwear. He pulled back to pant in Law’s face. Sexy? Probably not.
Law opened his eyes. Need, desire, want reflected back at him.
Nicky grinned.
Ignoring his own need and his hard cock, Nicky dragged himself away from Law. He knelt on the carpet in front of the couch. Law had worn a long-sleeve dark green shirt and black trousers for their date. He was hot, sexy, and all Nicky’s.
Nicky licked his lips.
His fingers shook as he lifted them.
Law sat still, watching him with hooded eyes.
Very slowly Nicky started with the top button and undid each one until he was able to spread the shirt. He huffed, realizing that Law wore a white undershirt underneath.
“Something wrong, baby?” Law teased.
Nicky pushed the thin cotton up and under Law’s armpits.
There, that was better. Law’s wide chest was visible to Nicky’s greedy gaze. Smooth, tanned skin marked only with a black tattoo covering his left pec practically begged for Nicky’s lips. He ran his tongue over the dark ink before looking up at Law. “I know this tattoo.”
Law had to clear his throat before speaking and even when he did, his voice was rough. “Our unit’s insignia. We all have, had, the tattoo.”
Had. Because Law had lost a teammate too. Sam might have been Jude’s lover, boy, and partner, but Jude had cared for Sam as well.
Of course, Nicky knew all about Sam. Not only did Liam never keep secrets from Nicky but as Nicky had grown closer to Jude, very slowly Jude had shared stories about Sam with him as well.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Nicky said gently.
Law closed his eyes for a brief moment then nodded and peered down at him. “Thank you.”
Not wanting the moment to get away from him, Nicky gave the tattoo a small peck before he used his tongue to map out of the rest of Law’s torso. His chin bumped against Law’s hard shaft the lower he went.
He’d gained confidence as Law allowed Nicky to control this moment. His fingers no longer shook with nerves but anticipation instead. Nicky undid Law’s belt and opened the button of his slacks then lowered the zipper.
Law lifted up, which helped Nicky pull his pants and underwear down his legs.
His prize—treat, he’d called it earlier—stood proudly from the short, trimmed hair of Law’s crotch. Nicky wrapped his hand around Law’s cock and pumped.
Law hissed as his hips came up.
Such a pretty and thick cock.
Nicky’s mouth watered.
He jacked Law a few more times than leaned forward to collect the liquid escaping from the tip of Law’s shaft. Nicky hummed as the taste of his man exploded on his tongue.
Nicky wanted more! Needed more!
Diving down, he spread his lips around Law’s dick and slurped hard.
“Jesus, boy!” Law yelled.
That didn’t stop Nicky. He attacked Law’s cock like a man possessed. And maybe he was. All thoughts fled his brain and all he cared about was making Law give up more of that delicious fluid.
He pumped his fist from the base of Law’s shaft hitting his own chin while using his tongue to play with the head of Law’s cock.
Nicky was moving too fast.
This blowjob was sloppy as hell.
He didn’t care.
Law was muttering, mumbling, and groaning, which was all the encouragement that Nicky needed. He pushed himself harder, faster, making him take more of Law down his throat.