Chapter Seventeen #2
I opened some windows to air the place out because it smelled a bit musty after me not having been here for a few days.
I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would still be my home for because I knew in my heart that, despite everything, I wanted to live with Patrick.
In a lot of ways, it was soon but I’d spent some time on kink forums online where people implied that with dynamics like mine and Patrick’s, it wasn’t exactly uncommon for things like that to speed on ahead.
Most of my nesting stuff was at Patrick’s house now, so I had to settle for curling up on the sofa under my least favourite blanket, which didn’t help.
My mind was still ruminating over everything Abbie had said to me, so I fetched one of my sketch pads and a pen and spent some time working on a new comic about my mum.
She might be long gone, but maybe I could find a way to keep her around through my artwork.
It seemed like no time at all had passed when there was a knock on my front door, but I had outlined most of the comic and was getting to the details now, so it must have been a while.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Patrick said when I opened the front door. The new nickname since things had got more serious made me blush for some reason.
Patrick brushed a thumb under my eye and kissed me on the lips. “You okay?” He frowned like he could tell something was wrong.
“Something smells good?” I changed the subject.
“Brought you your usual in case you were hungry,” he said, handing over the bag. I peered inside and my stomach grumbled obnoxiously.
“Have you eaten anything today?” Patrick asked, following me into the living room.
“Um… no. I forgot.” I grabbed a piece of fried chicken from the box and snaffled it.
Patrick hummed. “I know I said we should put some of the D/s stuff on hold for a while, but I’m wondering if maybe you still need it? I don’t like the thought of you forgetting to eat all day.”
I swallowed my mouthful and felt my face heat a bit. “Sorry. I should be better at being an adult by now. You shouldn’t have to remind me to eat food.”
“Hey, no. Don’t put yourself down, this wasn’t about that. And it goes both ways. I like making sure you’ve eaten and been taken care of. It makes me feel like I’ve done something good and been helpful,” he reassured.
I nodded. “For some reason, when we weren’t actually together, I found it easier to accept? But now my brain tells me that expecting you to do those things for me will end up with me just being a burden.”
“Come here.” He tugged me onto his lap and wrapped an arm around me. “How about we make a new plan? We can both have a think about what we need and want both as Dom and sub but also as… partners—”
“You totally almost said boyfriends,” I interrupted, snickering.
Patrick rolled his eyes at me. “Oh, you planning to be a brat for this new stage of our lives?”
I laughed but shook my head. We both knew this was about as cheeky as I got with him.
“No, Sir.” I smiled. “A plan sounds good.”
I reached for the rest of my food and finished eating it while sitting on Patrick’s lap as he told me about his day at work.
Afterwards, he asked, “Are you ready to tell me why you didn’t want to come to the cafe today?”
I hummed. “I visited my mum’s grave for Omega Parents’ Day,” I explained. I told him about my conversation with Abbie and got a little tearful, but he wiped my face with his sleeve and listened.
“Can I look?” he asked when I’d told him about the locket.
I pulled it out from underneath my T-shirt, and he reached for it. Patrick opened it up to see inside.
“Wow. I forgot how beautiful she was. You look just like her,” Patrick said.
“You remember her?” I asked, shocked.
Patrick nodded. “When I was like fourteen or something maybe? I started working in the cafe on the weekends to help my dad. She and your mom both came in pretty regularly. I didn’t know her well but she was nice to me.
She always used to tell my dad that he better not be stealing any of my tips,” he laughed, and I stored the little anecdote away in my heart.
“Ugh. I just realised that she was pregnant back then… with you. I do not want to think about that,” Patrick groaned.
I laughed because we hadn’t talked about the age gap between us much. “I like that you’re older than me. I’ve never really been into alphas my own age, honestly. Plus, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, so it’s nice to date someone older who does.”
“Well, the joke’s on you because I’m old and clueless apparently.”
“Only sometimes.” I grinned at him.
“I’m just glad I left town while you were growing up. Makes it less weird.”
“Yeah. Me and Axel went through this really unfortunate skater-boy phase and you didn’t need to see that.” I chuckled.
“There’s pictures though, right?”
“None that you’ll ever see.”
I’d been fidgeting with Patrick’s hand while we talked, and I was fighting the urge to stick his thumb in my mouth, but my skin felt itchy and I couldn’t quite settle.
“What’s up?” Patrick asked, noticing me being weird.
I tapped his thumb with my fingertip.
“What’s wrong with my—Oh. You want it in your mouth, baby boy?”
I nodded a little shyly but was relieved I hadn’t had to ask out loud for it.
Patrick wrapped his arm a little more tightly around me and pushed his thumb between my lips so I could suck on it.
“I wanted to ask you about something, and with everything that’s happened, it’s completely fine for you to say this is too soon, okay?” Patrick said.
I nodded and butterflies swirled in my stomach because I had an inkling of what he was going to ask.
“Sometimes, I take suppressors and miss my rut, but I’ve skipped two now so I can’t do it again. I’d love to spend it with you but I don’t want you to feel any pressure to, either.”
I let Patrick’s thumb fall from my lips, but I kept a hold of his hand.
“I’ve never spent my rut with anyone before. I wasn’t sure how that even worked with two alphas? Like, I doubt I could take a knot.”
I wish I could, though.
I took Patrick’s thumb back into my mouth, feeling inadequate all of a sudden, and a bit down even though he’d asked me for the very thing I’d been wanting.
“So, I haven’t spent my rut with an alpha before. But I did a bit of research online, and I spoke to an alpha friend who’s married to an alpha to find out what the options were,” Patrick explained.
“You… did? You did that for me?”
“I did that for us, sweetheart.” He kissed the side of my head, and I felt overwhelmed.
“I assume when you spend your rut alone, you use a toy to knot into?” he asked like this was a perfectly normal conversation to be having. Patrick’s candour was still taking some getting used to.
I nodded and probably blushed like a tomato.
“Well, there are double toys we could use or we can speak to a doctor about getting a knotting tablet, if that’s what you wanted. I’m going to be honest, I’ve bottomed a handful of times and never for an alpha, and it really isn’t my thing so I don’t think that’s a good option for me.”
My head spun a little. Firstly, Patrick had bottomed? It was probably naive of me to think he hadn’t, but I was also weirdly relieved to hear he didn’t suddenly want me to top him because I was pretty certain that wasn’t my thing either. Secondly… “There’s a knotting tablet?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s only really become available in the last few years, but you take one tablet, and supposedly for three to four days, an alpha can safely take a knot. But you wouldn’t produce slick or anything so we’d still need to be careful to use plenty of lube. It’s an option if you want it?”
“I want,” I said without hesitation. “I’ve um… had, like… fantasies?”
Patrick rubbed a big hand over my hardening cock in my joggers. “Fantasised about taking a big alpha knot have you, baby boy?” His voice was suddenly low and gravelly, and I whimpered before putting his thumb back between my lips and sucking on it hard.
“Want some relief, little fox?”
I nodded and Patrick took his hand back from my mouth to reach into my underwear and pull me free before firmly stroking my length.
There was no slow build up, and I was closer to the edge than I realised.
I moaned and had a sudden need to kiss him.
His stubble rubbed against my freshly shaved skin from that morning, and his tongue writhed against my own as I bucked my hips and he kept up a determined pace on my cock.
“I’m gonna… gonna… I’m coming, Daddy,” I said, gasping and trembling in his lap as cum erupted from my cock and landed all over my black T-shirt. It took me a moment to catch my breath.
“You called me Daddy,” Patrick whispered.
I kissed him softly. “I missed you being Daddy,” I replied, resting my head against his sturdy shoulder.
I’d missed Daddy a lot.