Chapter 20
NATHAN
Aiden scampered back on the bed away from me as I glared down at my boy and I wanted to be angry. Everything in me wanted to turn around and walk away and forget about him. To leave him and never think about him again because I knew it was what I should do.
Except that was a lie.
More than anything, I wanted to fall at his feet and chase away the sadness and banish his demons. But I was his demon, the cause of his sadness. So, maybe I should have just left him, but I was a selfish asshole.
Where do you think you’re going, boy?
But I didn’t trust myself to say anything at the moment, so I turned and went to his dresser.
Taking my time, I rustled through his drawers.
Behind me, there were several noises of protests coming from him, but I ignored them.
When I found what I was looking for, I turned back and marched over toward him.
I motioned with my free hand for him to stand. He cautiously stood, shaking in nothing but his flimsy towel.
With a sigh, I set down the clothes I picked out, except for the soft cotton boxers.
I looked up, raising an eyebrow. He flushed and raised first one foot and then the other, to allow me to put the underwear on him.
Before I pulled them up over his hips, I tugged off the towel, but I ignored his cock that had sprung to life and was begging for attention.
But that wasn’t what he needed at the moment, even if he begged to differ.
Truth be told, I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing either. But I knew he was freezing and I was supposed to take care of him. So, that meant I couldn’t let him stay in the towel any longer.
Once the boxers were in place, I gave him a soft kiss on one hip and then the other.
A slow smile spread across my lips, sure that the shiver that ran through his body wasn’t just because he was cold that time.
I reached behind him and grabbed the soft, fuzzy bottoms I’d pulled from the drawer. He hated to admit it, but he loved the feel of the fleece against his skin, the way it was soft and warm.
He made a choked humming noise that was half a question, but I ignored it.
When the pants were on, I smoothed my hands up and down his legs, rubbing the material against his skin. Aiden sighed and leaned against me, as though he were a balloon that lost all of his air. But that was okay. I’d hold him up if he needed me to.
Aiden looked up at me, sleepy and happy despite the fact he still was shivering without a shirt on. But I would remedy that. I quickly grabbed the soft flannel shirt and tugged it on. I buttoned it all the way up to his neck and the chuckle he let out made my heart soar.
It was a sound I wanted to hear from him for the rest of my life.
The only thing that mattered was keeping my boy happy. Not that it would be difficult to accomplish, but my life was…complicated. And I knew if he ever found out the mountain of secrets I kept from him, it would be over in a heartbeat.
Leaning down, I kissed his nose and the smile he gave me almost broke me.
He was so soft and open. A flash of fear shot through me at how I almost opened this sweet boy up all the way, had his insides on the outside as he showed me everything he was.
My thumb swept over his cheekbone as our eyes locked.
“Why do you suddenly look so serious, Daddy?” He bit his lip and averted his gaze, as though he were afraid he had done something wrong.
But then his gaze snagged on the outfit I’d dressed him in and he frowned. He looked up at me, confused. “I thought we were going to go out for dinner? Why am I dressed down like this if we’re going out?”
His pout was so fucking adorable that I couldn’t help but lean down and steal a kiss. I knew I shouldn’t have done it. There was still too much we needed to discuss.
Do we, though? He’s my little bird and I’m his Daddy. Can’t it just be that simple and we forget all the bullshit?
I swept him up in my arms and he gave a startled laugh. Grinning, I carried him out of the bedroom and down the hall until we got to the living room. Once we got there, I gently placed him on the couch and bundled him up in one of the fuzzy blankets on the back of the couch.
“We can still do that later if you want. But, for now, I can make you lunch. And then we can have an early dessert between meals.” I threw him a wink over my shoulder on the way to the kitchen and he blushed before looking down at his hands, pulling the blanket tighter around him.
“Umm… I’m not sure what all I have as far as groceries go. I need to go to the stores.”
Turning, I gave him a stern look and wagged a finger at him. “I noticed. But, you happen to be in luck, because I went to the store and picked up some essentials before I came over.”
His cheeks heated even more and he couldn’t meet my eyes.
Good.
I didn’t like embarrassing him, but it wasn’t acceptable that he didn’t take care of himself. Even if he was proving the point that he needed a Daddy.
“Not like I can do much good with cooking, anyway.”
Sighing, I shook my head. He had a point. He was a disaster in the kitchen. But there were a lot of things he could make himself to eat that didn’t involve almost burning his house down.
“Menace,” I muttered affectionately.
I got to work making some sandwiches. They weren’t anything fancy, just a couple BLTs and some fresh cut up fruit. But judging from the contents of his fridge, it was a gourmet meal for him.
The smile that spread across my face as I saw my boy all bundled up on the couch warmed my heart, but also made me…sad. He looked miserable and I never wanted him to be anything but happy and full of light.
He took his plate with a tentative smile and I couldn’t help but lean down and steal another kiss from him. Anything to ease the tension radiating from his body. “Relax, little bird. Daddy’s right here.”
I ran my finger down his cheek and my heart thudded against my ribs at the way he leaned into the touch.
His eyes were big and brimming with tears as he looked up at me.
“I missed you, Daddy.” He practically choked on the words as he shoved his plate to the cushion next to him and threw himself onto my lap.
My arms wrapped around him, and I leaned forward to put my own plate on the table. The food could wait, but Aiden couldn’t. He would always be the most important thing in my life.
It should have scared me, knowing someone else held so much power over me. Especially a cop. It could all come crashing down so easily. But none of that mattered. He was worth it.
He wiggled in my lap and my hands flexed against his hips.
His hands trailed up my arms until he reached my shoulders and the shy, almost tentative touch sent sparks through my system.
I wanted to claim him, ruin him, bury myself in him.
But I also wanted to make sure I gave him everything he needed, so I let him set the pace and sit in the driver’s seat for once.
“Take what you need, little bird. I’m yours.” My words were soft as I licked at the soft shell of his ear, eliciting the most delicious moan.
When his hips rocked forward, sliding his hard cock over my own aching erection, I let out a hiss. Before I even knew he was moving, his lips crashed against mine in a hungry kiss. It was full of teeth and tongue, and want and need. It was beautiful and glorious to see him unravel for me.
“Mine,” I growled as I bit his lower lip and tugged on it.
He continued to rut against me, chasing his pleasure, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move things past where we were.
“You want to come in Daddy’s lap, baby?”
Aiden couldn’t even get an answer out besides a low, keening whine. His face was utter perfection, mouth slack and eyes blown so wide they were black. His back arched as he moved against me.
My fingers squeezed bruises into his hips, marking him as mine.
He was beautiful.
Perfect.
Mine.
But I needed more. I tugged the front of his sweats and boxers down, and he hissed as the air cooled the overheated flesh of his aching dick. He humped the air, looking for the delicious friction to help bring him the release he needed. I wasn’t going to make it that easy for him, though.
I held him in place with one hand as I fished my own leaking cock out of the pants I’d changed into before I had come over to his place, and I wrapped my hand around both of us.
Aiden dug his fingers into the back of my neck as he let out a hiss, bucking his hips wildly as he fucked my fist.
A low groan tore from my chest at the way it felt to have him pressed against my needy dick, wrapped tight in my fist. I wished I had thought to grab some lube, but we were both leaking so much, it almost wasn’t necessary, there was almost no burn.
I had to stop myself from throwing my head back because I wanted to watch my boy fall apart in my lap. He was perfection personified as he took what he wanted from me. I’d let him take everything, if he wanted it. He could have it all.
“That’s it, little bird. Take what you need. Let Daddy make you feel good.”
My words sent a shiver through his body and he clung even tighter to me, his knees tightening against my sides. I’d live forever in that moment if I could, with him staring down at me like I was his everything. Because in that moment, I could pretend I’d earned that look.
I pulled his head down and my tongue plundered his mouth as my fist worked over our cocks, catching the pearls of pre-cum at the tips and smearing them down the sides. He groaned in my mouth, before pulling back and bucking wildly into my fist.
“Shit. Oh, God. Fuck, Daddy…”
My free hand trailed down his shoulder and pecs to his nipple and I tweaked it through his shirt.
I should have stripped him, but I’d been too wild and hadn’t been thinking straight with a horny Aiden in my lap.
I would have loved to tease that nub while I made him scream my name, while seeing the expanse of glistening, naked flesh on display for me.
“Come for me, little bird. Come for Daddy. Give it to me.”
He shouted as he rutted into my fist, shuddering as his release splashed onto both of our clothes that neither of us had bothered to shed before we had gotten started. Not that I cared. I’d carry his cum on my clothes with me forever.
I fell right behind him, my cum mixing with his as his mouth found mine, our tongues tangling together as he went limp above me.
I stroked us a few more times, and I smirked as Aiden let out a pitiful whine from being oversensitive.
After one final stroke, I took pity on him and let go, but I didn’t release him from the lazy kisses we were still trading.
“Hi,” he whispered, cheeks pink from exertion and a bit of embarrassment.
“Hello, yourself.” I chuckled as I leaned up and gave him another quick peck on the lips.
He snuggled in, obviously not ready to move and I wrapped my arms around him, willing to let him lie there for as long as he wanted.
“I really am sorry about the way I acted after we left my parents’ house,” he said with a sigh. “I just didn’t know what to think or do. Or what you would think.”
There were a lot of things I could have said, and wanted to say, but none of that really mattered.
“You would have known what I was thinking if you had talked to me, instead of shutting me out. But if you still want to know, I think your parents are great people and they love you and just want you to be happy. And that’s all I want too.”
Fuck. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. I really shouldn’t have.
Aiden looked up at me with tears in his eyes. “I’m really sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, baby. I know.” I squeezed him to me and kissed his hair. My hands ran up and down his back, rubbing soothing patterns all along his spine, or at least, I hoped they were.
“Come on. We need to get up. My dirty boy got us all filthy and now we need to wash up and clean our clothes or we’ll be all sticky.” I gave him a reprimanding look, but the chuckle he gave me let me know it didn’t hit its mark.
Instead, it hit somewhere deep inside my chest.