6. Donavan
Chapter six
Donavan
The hardest fucking thing in the world to do was keep my ass in California when I wanted to be with Kay.
They were gearing up for the tour, and before long, I would see him again.
I only needed to be patient. Kay and I had flown back and forth while Bramble Punk was on a break, but Midnight Hunt finished recording their album and were solidly in planning mode.
Coleman was working with them to set up a long tour.
If this was going to be the last one, they wanted to do it right. But I wanted to see Kay.
I shot him a text.
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Can’t wait to see you. We need to organize play time .
We’d had a few sessions when he was here, and I showed him my playroom.
He said he’d started working on one after I left the last time.
He hoped to finish before the tour because after that, it would be Christmas before he was home again.
They were kicking off at Rocktoberfest this year and playing the west leg plus Denver before everyone headed to Florida for Christmas.
But I was devising a plan to get Kay out a little early and maybe doing a bit of daddy-hunting before then. I stared at my phone, waiting for him to reply. Instead of texting, he called.
“Hey, Donny. I miss you.”
Donny? That was new, but I didn’t hate it.
“Miss you too. What are you doing?”
He chuckled. “What are you wearing? Khakis? Mr. State Farm?”
I laughed at his stupid joke. “Stop trying to be funny. Black slacks and a dress shirt, if you must know.”
“I bet you look handsome. Take a pic for me.”
“Later. Now, what’s up?”
“Eh…working on my room and trying to keep busy. The album drops in three days, and I’m super nervous.”
“I heard it, Kay. It’s good.”
“Thanks. Still nervous.”
“Have you picked up your prescription yet?” He had made the choice to get the anxiety medication even though Pierce was the frontman now.
A lot of the responsibility still fell to Kay.
He was the de facto leader, with or without Pierce was behind the mic.
And he still had to perform. People were still going to cheer for him.
They wouldn’t simply forget him now that someone else was front and center.
“I did and got enough to last through Christmas. They said they’d only give me so much at one time, but I got them to fill it during the breaks. So, October to Christmas break. Then January to spring break, then that should get me through the final leg of the tour and back home.”
“Good.”
“I can take a little more or less as needed. I think it’s a good plan.”
“Me too. It sounds like you’re ready.”
“Mostly.”
I didn’t want to bring up his coming out to California early yet. I wanted to give him something else to relax him first. “Then let’s get back to what’re you wearing?”
He laughed. “T-shirt and shorts.”
“Mmm…you have nice legs. Why don’t you take your shorts off?”
“I like how you think, Mr. Sebert.” Neither of us was willing to go full-daddy, but he needed something more sometimes. If he felt better following my lead, I’d let him. For now.
“Well, then do it baby-boy.”
I heard him shuffling around a bit before he spoke again. “No shorts. No underwears.” And there was the little peeking out.
“Are you in your playroom?”
“Yes. On the floor. It has nice carpet, but I don’t have a bed or furnitures yet.”
“Go get a towel then. I don’t want you to mess up the carpet.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Sebert.” I heard his feet stomping away on the floor, then back again. “I’m sitting on my towel.”
“Are you hard?”
“A little.”
“Play with yourself. Tugg on your balls like I do.”
“Ngh…Mmm…feels good.”
Once again, I wished for more between us than was possible.
He needed one. Maybe because of how his performance on stage affected him, or things that happened in his life, or simply that he had only recently truly embraced his little side, but he needed more than I had inside me to give.
He needed—we both needed good daddies. “Good, boy. Now stroke your cock. Make yourself feel good. If I were with you, I’d lick my palm and squeeze tight, then stroke up and down.
Do that, Kay.” I could tell him what to do, but I wanted someone to tell me what to do.
It was selfish and not, at the same time.
I didn’t like it, but I wanted Kay to be happy. Or at least temporarily satisfied.
“I-I’m doing…that.” He started panting.
“Are you picturing me with you?”
“Y-Yes. Your lips on my cock. You give the best blowies.”
I laughed at the term he used. “I would totally blow you if I were there.”
“Wish you were here.”
“Me too.” I pictured him sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out while he jacked off. “I want you to make yourself come. Can you do that?”
“Mm…need more lotions.”
“Get it. Hurry.”
I heard his feet again. “This is better. Mmmm…gonna come fast.”
“I hope so. Lean forward and point it at the towel so you don’t make a mess.”
“Mmm…Donny…” He grunted. “I came so hard.”
“Good boy. I want you to clean up and go take a nap. I’m working on a surprise for you, okay?”
“I like surprises.”
“Me too. Now go.”
“Love you, Donny.” The nick-name was already growing on me.
“Love you too.” We hung up, but now I was the one sitting here with a hard-on.