Chapter 15 #2
Kalen’s ass was two plump peach pillows with fuzz growing on them.
I spread them wide and found his tight little hole, ready and waiting.
He was clenching, making it appear a little tighter than last time.
I stuck a finger in his mouth, like a fishhook, forcing him to slobber his mouth lube on it. “Good boy.”
“Pweese,” he begged as I pulled my finger from his mouth and slowly inserted it inside him. “Uhh.”
I liked the teasing, but I didn’t know if I was just teasing myself.
One finger, knuckle deep, his breathy moans echoing off the head of the bed frame.
I went in with a second finger, hooked, and played with his prostate I knew if I did it too much, or too hard, he’d make a mess all over the new bedding.
My clothes were far too constricting. I pulled away, off the bed, and undressed for him, while finishing off the job I’d started by removing his trousers and briefs.
He rolled onto his back and lay there with a hand over his hard cock and another cupping his balls, with his fingers going down to cover his taint.
“You think you can hide all that from Daddy?” I asked, pulling the boxers down, my cock caught in the fabric.
I teased it further until it sprung back with a nice wet thwip.
A precum dot stretched out from my tip. I wiped it with my thumb and gestured for him to come closer.
Kalen approached on his knees and I stuck my thumb in his mouth for him to suck clean. “Look at how obedient you are, baby.”
“’Cause I’m a good boy, Daddy,” he said, looking up at me with those big glossy eyes and a pout that had my cock wishing to penetrate him.
I stared at him, and the longer I stared, the more I could see him wonder and worry about what was going on in my mind.
The weight of affection I had for him was crushing, crushing in a way that made me want to explode into a hundred different versions of me, each one smaller than the last until I could cover his entire body with mine, to feel him everywhere all at once.
“I love you.” The words came out in a whisper I wasn’t completely sober, and my thoughts were coaxed out through my lips with the lubrication of alcohol. There was no thinking this time, they were just straight up and out of me.
Kalen begged for me once more, and he didn’t have to beg again. He’d get everything he ever wanted, I’d make sure of that.
* * *
The rush of waking beside Kalen was still free flowing through my body.
I wanted to wake first, to treat him, to try my best to get him to consider staying here for longer than his vacation allowed.
I didn’t want to take away any of his autonomy by telling him to stay, even if I had kinda told him I wanted him to stay and to quit his job and—all the stuff that should’ve driven him away.
But Kalen was up before me. The space beside me in bed was empty.
I rolled out of bed, completely naked, my feet slapping against the ground as I ran through the loft apartment.
And there he was, sitting on the floor in front of the TV with his cartoons on quiet. He swayed, with his body mostly wrapped in the faux fur that usually draped itself over the sofa. He didn’t even look at me. His eyes were fixed on the paper in his lap and the pouch of crayons at his feet.
“Hey,” I said. “When did you get up?”
Kalen turned around with the biggest smile on his face. “I’ve been thinking,” he whispered as his eyes traveled down my body, seeing how I’d run from the bedroom completely naked with my dick swinging. He giggled.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” I said, sitting on the cold leather sofa. “What have you been thinking about?”
The crayons and papers in his lap dropped as he stood. He was in his underwear, flashing me for a second as he regathered the blanket around himself and sat on the sofa. “Yeah,” he said. “I don’t think I can go back.”
“You should,” I said. “I’m not going to force you to leave. I know it’s not my place to do that. I was just being selfish.”
He shrugged. “But I’ve actually been thinking,” he said, covering my lap with the ends of the blanket. I hadn’t realized it was a distraction. “And I think I don’t want to live in conflict with myself, or with you.”
“You don’t have to,” I said, trying my best not to push him in that direction now.
“I spoke to Isaiah yesterday,” he said. “Apparently, he’s—he’s also like me, and he’s going to be working at the LGBTQ plus center.”
I snickered. “Adorable.”
“Take me seriously,” he said, throwing his hand inside the blanket at me, playfully hitting me with the fur.
“I have savings, I can sell my apartment, and I can quit. I’ve worked my mandatory contract, and in reality, I don’t think it was ever the job for me.
I just felt like—like I was playing pretend as an FBI agent.
I was never actually much of a field agent anyway, mostly an analyst.”
“Baby,” I said, tucking a hand under his chin and holding his gaze.
“For this to work, I can’t tell you what to do, and you can’t do this for me.
” I shook my head, as if my body was betraying me, knowing it wanted to tell Kalen what to do.
“You have to make this decision yourself, otherwise I’d be the one who made you, and as much as I love what we’re making with each other.
I don’t want you to make any decisions you might think are wrong in the future. ”
Kalen’s adorable smile remained through it all. “How will we ever know if anything is a good or bad decision if we don’t make it?”
“All I’m saying is, I want you to stay, I want you to be here, but I’m not going to demand you quit your job, or do anything you don’t want to,” I said. “Regardless of my reputation or the handcuffs in that room. Which I’m thinking I could transform into a play den for you.”
“What?”
“But that’s not to sway you.”
He giggled. “I’m already swayed,” he said. “And I wanted to tell you before I did it. But I’m quitting, and I’m going to work at the LGBTQ plus center and be close enough to take care of my mom and also explore this with you.”
I leaned in, unbothered by his morning breath, and I kissed him. “You know,” I whispered in my deep morning voice. “This could’ve all gone a lot differently.”
He shook his head. “I think you wanted this from the start.”
And truth be told, he wasn’t wrong. If he hadn’t come stinking of the Feds, I might’ve taken him over my desk, but maybe it would’ve all ended there, or maybe he would’ve called me Daddy then, and I would’ve had the same full-body shiver, like an electrical orgasm dancing across my skin.
“So, you’re quitting your job and going to work for a non-profit?”
His big eyes blinked. “Since I know what kind of business you’re in, I’m assuming that’s not all.”
I tapped my thumb on his nose. “That’s adult business, baby.”
“And I don’t expect you to feel like you have to stay with me forever because I quit my job. Because I’m not doing it for you,” he said, nodding his head to himself. “I’m doing it for me.”
“Good,” I said. “I already told you. The last thing I want is you doing this for me.” He pressed his head against my chest and cuddled close. This is how I should’ve woken up this morning, his head on my chest, my hand doing its best to stroke softly.
“Plus, I’m doing it for my mom,” he said.
I liked his reasoning. I’d do anything for my mom too.
And maybe eventually they could both be friends.
I think that would be fun, to have my mom take care of his mom, and me take care of him.
And as much as he was protesting about not taking any money, I didn’t care.
I’d do anything, and he wouldn’t have to take my money, that was between me and whatever doctor’s clinic he was taking her to.
“I love you,” he said in a soft whisper against my skin.
“I love you,” I said back, running my hand through his hair, and pulling his head back so I could kiss his forehead.
It was perfect. I wanted to wake up like this morning for the rest of my life.
I needed to, in fact, wake up this way. There was nothing greater than the joy inside my stomach, than the sweetness of his love as he squeezed his body against mine, and I didn’t want it to stop.
I didn’t want to let him stop squeezing my body, or me for to stop squeezing his.
We wrestled a little on the sofa, our naked bodies entangled with the fur blanket. It was the start of the forever I saw myself having, really playing house, really finding someone who could be attracted to all the darker parts of who I was.
For the first time since my father’s death, I’d found my joy—besides the joy of his death.
The moment was perfect.
Kalen was perfect.