Chapter Twenty
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Jason
I pull onto the gravel track leading to Ben’s campground. A cloud of dust fills my rearview mirror, highlighted by my taillights.
When Ben showed me photos of where he’s been living, I had to admit it looked idyllic.
Peaceful. My protective instincts were still there, but they settled a little when I realized he was in such a serene area with a small man-made lake and towering pine trees.
It really was like he was camping. Or, as he claimed, glamping.
When his van comes into view, I murmur, “Come on, old girl, just hold it together for a bit longer. Ben needs you.”
I’ll have to do a search to find mechanics around here who can work on a vintage Volkswagen. I hope Ben sees this as a minor hiccup, not a total defeat. Hopefully, it’s just a loose wire. A simple fix.
A small figure with unruly blonde curls emerges from the van. Waving enthusiastically. Relief washes over me when I realize that he is okay.
Ben briskly walks towards my car, his backpack slung over one shoulder. “It turned so cold, so quickly. It felt like an eternity since I talked to you, and I thought you forgot about me,” his tone light and teasing.
“Never,” I tell him, leaning over and brushing my lips against his in a chaste kiss. A genuine smile spreads across my face when I pull back. He relaxes in the back of the seat and holds his hands up to the vent to warm them.
I reach over and grab his seat belt to buckle him in.
“Thanks, Daddy,” he quips.
I reverse the car and pull out of his lot.
“How was camp, son?” I tease back, aware he is not in littlespace.
“It was amazing,” Ben tells me, bouncing in his seat. He pauses, the wheels in his head clearly turning. “We built a fort, went canoeing, and I even saw a deer! But…” He pauses, a slight frown creasing his brow.
“But?” I prompt, my own gaze flicking to the cross traffic and the light. Thankfully, it’s still green.
“It got chilly in my cabin. The heater wasn’t working.” He shrugs. “I figured it’s probably no big deal. We’re going home now,” he states.
Home. The way he casually called my house home sends warmth through me that has nothing to do with the car's heater.
My heart does a little leap.
“Let me worry about your heater. I will find someone to take a look at it for you. We’ll have you toasty warm before you know it.”
He grins and leans his head on my shoulder.
“Thank you. You’re the best, Daddy.” This time, his tone is more sincere.
As we pull into my driveway, I say, “Alright, Mr. Adventurer, you’ve earned a proper pampering session. How about a warm bath?”
Ben’s eyes light up. “Really? With toys and bubbles?”
“Of course. And…if you’re interested, we can have some little/daddy time to help forget about the van for tonight.” I see a shift when Ben processes my suggestion, and he begins to slip further into a littlespace.
The scent of mixed berries begins to fill the air as the warm water fills the tub. Suds begin forming on the surface.
“Alright, kiddo, let’s get you out of these clothes so we can get you clean.” I sit on the closed toilet seat with Ben standing between my legs. He lifts his arms, and I pull his shirt over his head. I kiss his tummy.
“Daddy, that tickles,” Ben giggles.
His pants and underwear come off in one shot, his cock already hard and practically brushes my lips when he thrusts forward.
“Ben,” I warn. “This is about getting clean and helping you relax.” I remind him.
When we talked about our limits before, while he is in littlespace, he said that he doesn’t mind intimate touching, but he doesn’t want to have penetrative sex while in that headspace.
“But Daddy, it hurt. Hep pease.” He says it with puppy-dog eyes and his little voice.
“Alright, Flower, I’ll help you,” I tell him before opening my mouth and letting his cock slide across my tongue.
His flavor blossomed in my mouth, and we both moaned.
Ben sinks his fingers in my hair and jerks a few times when I swirl my tongue around, then flick the tip of my tongue in the little underside notch.
“Daddy,” he calls out just as the flavor of his cum hits my throat.
Ben thrusts a couple more times, and his knees give out.
My arm wraps around his waist and pulls him onto my lap, where he rests his head on my chest. My dick is throbbing behind my jeans, but tonight is not about me. I can take care of myself later.
“Tank you, Daddy.”
“You're welcome. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”
I help Ben into the warm water, and he giggles when the bubbles hit his chin. I reach under the sink and pull out a small net bag filled with princess bath toys, hoping my instincts were correct.
“Daddy, it’s a princess boat. And mermaids!” He exclaims and reaches out for them with grabby hands. “Can I have? Pease?”
“Since you asked so nicely…yes.”
I hand him the bag of toys, and his smile grows wider as he pulls out the mermaid. He has her swimming underwater and through a bubble cave.
I sit on the edge of the tub, a towel draped over my lap, just watching him. The tension that had been etched around my shoulders has completely melted away as Ben hums a tune from The Little Mermaid. His eyes start to close in a look of utter contentment.
I reach out, gently running a thumb over his damp forehead. He signs. The warmth of the moment is more than enough to chase away any lingering chill from earlier.
Drying Ben off after his digits started to prune, I offered him one of my sweatshirts. Slipping it on, the hem hits him mid-thigh, and I love seeing him in my clothes. I roll the sleeves.
“Jason?” Ben asks, grabbing my attention.
“Yeah?” My brows furrow since he is clearly not in littlespace.
It’s amazing how some littles can jump back and forth from that headspace.
Caleb is in littlespace a lot. Ben seems to be more on the opposite end.
Actually, if I were being honest with myself, I think Ben enjoys being a boy.
He enjoys littlespace because that’s where he feels safe and taken care of, but he doesn't always act so little. Not like Kai and Caleb. Even Grayson.
But…if there is anything I’ve learned during my time as a daddy, it’s that there is not a right or wrong way to be a little. It’s about filling a need and escaping to that headspace.
“Can we have some adult time now?” He asks. Shyly.
The air in my small home hums with a quiet, joyful electricity. It has been days since we got the news that both of our lab results came back negative. Relief washing over us in gentle waves. Now, here we are, the weight lifted.
I squeeze Ben’s hand in mine, my thumb tracing circles on his skin. His eyes hold a warm glow. "So," I begin, a little rough. "Are you ready for this?"
He nods, a smile unfurling across my face. "Yes.” His whisper cracks a little. “More than ready.” He leans closer, his forehead resting against mine.
He pulls back, his gaze direct and filled with a tender intensity. Brave. "And now…I feel like we can really explore things we’ve been holding back on."
My mind immediately goes to all the places I wouldn’t let it go before. To try the things with Ben I wanted to try. He said he has no limits except no penetration while in littlespace, not extreme pain, and no blood or scat. Those are my limits, too.
A silent understanding passes between us. "Explore," I echo, my voice now barely a whisper. "What do you mean, explore?" Hoping he will take the lead so I don’t scare him away with all the things I want to try.
Ben chuckles, a low, warm sound that vibrates through his chest. "You know what I mean. No more hesitations. No more 'what ifs.' Just…us. Completely." He pauses, his eyes searching mine. "No barriers, to start."
He means getting fucked raw, and my dick plumps at the thought of marking him on the inside to match the fainting bruises on his skin. I need to remedy that, too. I want my boy to be marked.
"No barriers," I repeat. It feels…right. More than right. It feels like a homecoming. A reclaiming of something that was always ours, but had been temporarily out of reach. "I like the sound of that."
Ben walks to the bed, pulling me with him. "Come here," he murmurs, his voice husky now. There’s a playful edge, but it’s laced with something deeper.
His movements unhurried.
The air is expectant.
Then, Ben is kissing me. It’s not hurried. It’s not tentative. It’s a kiss full of all the relief, all the hope, all the rediscovered freedom we’d been holding onto.
My hands, strong and familiar, cup his face. "This is what I’ve been waiting for, Ben," I whisper against his lips. "This feeling of pure, unadulterated…us."
I pull Ben closer, my hands grip his waist. My mouth finds the crook of his neck, and I refresh the fading mark that was left there a few nights ago.
“Oh, fuck. I love your marks on my body,” he tells me through heated breath.
“I love seeing them on you, too, my flower,” I tell him before my lips find a fresh spot to mark. His fingers dig into my scalp.
The world outside fades away. There’s only this moment, this overwhelming, beautiful certainty that whatever comes next, we will face it and embrace it, together.
“I need you, Jason. Now,” Ben demands with a sense of urgency.
I lean over to the nightstand and pull out the lube. When my fingertips brush a condom wrapper, I grin at the idea that I don’t need to mess with it.
Ben lies on his back and lifts his legs, holding his knees.
I feel his tight heat around my middle finger, and he groans. “I hate the prep,” Ben tells me.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I remind him why we do this before adding another finger. The prep doesn’t take long since we’ve been having sex regularly and he’s pretty stretched already. Maybe I can buy him a plug? Mmm, new kink unlocked. Seeing Ben with a plug would be my undoing.
When I crook my finger, he arches off the bed. “Please, Daddy, I need you. Now!”
I grab the lube with my free hand and drizzle it down my shaft. I add a little more to his hole before removing my fingers. He groans in protest.
“Hold on.” I chuckle at his urgent demand.
Tossing the lube to the side, I place his ankles on my shoulders and line up the head of my dick to his hole and press forward. The head of my cock slips into his warm, wet heat, and I moan as I breach the ring of muscle. Skin on skin. It’s….everything.
Ben reaches up and grabs hold of my waist, pulling me into him. My needy boy. I push forward and stop when his face winces. “Breathe, baby,” I remind him.
When he lets out the breath that he was holding, I push forward. Inch by agonizing inch before I bottom out, my balls slapping against his ass. I lean over and rub my stubble on his calf before biting down gently. Then harder. My teeth are leaving an imprint.
“Move. Please, move.” Ben writhes beneath me, and I comply.
I don’t take it slow, like usual. This time, I give my boy what he needs.
I pull out, leaving the head inside his heat before slamming back inside, all the way to the hilt.
Ben’s moan encourages me to continue as I assault his ass. Over, and over. And over.
Feeling him raw has me ready to explode.
“I-I’m not gonna…last.” Ben’s breathy words have me slowing down. “No, don’t stop. Own me. Take what you need.”
And I slam into him. Forceful. I feel the sweat drip down my back, and Ben’s hair is stuck to his forehead from sweat.
A few more thrusts, and I don’t have time to warn him before I’m spilling inside. Marking what is mine.
“Oh, damn,” Ben calls out before his hands grip my hips harder and white splashes on his stomach, coming hands free.
Releasing his legs, I lay next to him on the bed, holding him close.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask, concern lacing my voice.
He shakes his head. “That was,” he starts, trying to catch his breath, “everything.”
I brush the sweaty strands from his forehead and kiss his temple. “I agree.”
After a few minutes to float back to Earth, I roll off the bed and help him stand. “Come on, let’s hop in the shower, and then we can go to sleep.”
“‘Kay,” he mumbles, sounding half asleep.
Lying in bed, with Ben tucked under my arm, I feel a sense of lightness I didn’t know was possible.
He feels at home. A place where being with someone who truly sees you for who you are allows you to be your authentic self.
A place where you aren’t afraid of falling because they are there to catch you.
I look down at Ben’s sleeping face, a small smile permanently etched in his features.
Although things may be tough for him right now with the uncertainty of his van, I know we’ve got this.
Together.