Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Emmet
“I’ve never had hot dogs before.” Ty winces. “That’s not what I meant. I’ve never had hot dogs like this before. Obviously, I’ve had hot dogs.”
He’s such a sweet boy. A little chaotic, but I adore the way he rambles. I’m increasingly glad I bumped into him at Heathrow airport.
He looks something up on his phone and, with a horrified expression, says, “They cook the hot dogs in dirty water?”
“The myth is that the water’s never changed.”
“But that is just a myth, right?” He blinks slowly. “Right?”
I laugh. “Yes. The water the hot dogs are boiled in is seasoned with spices. That’s the only ‘dirty’ thing about it. Some carts sell grilled hot dogs, but dirty water dogs are the best kind. Trust me, you’ll love them.”
He squints at me incredulously, but doesn’t suggest we eat somewhere else.
A ticket hawker approaches us, selling tickets to a comedy show.
I don’t usually get accosted by hawkers, but Ty might as well have a neon sign over his head proclaiming he’s a tourist. The tickets are for a show I’ve been to before, so I know it’ll be funny.
Even so, I’m not going to risk buying tickets from this guy.
They might not be legit, which we wouldn’t know until we got to the show.
Instead, I go online and buy tickets directly from the venue, securing our entertainment for the rest of the evening.
Finally, we get to the front of the queue.
“Evening, Emmet. What can I get you?”
Ty gapes at me.
I shrug. “I told you this was my favorite hot dog cart.” I wink and then turn my attention to the elderly cart owner. “Two dogs with—” I cut myself off and glance at Ty. I have no idea what toppings he’ll like.
“One with all the trimmings and one with—?”
”Uh—" Ty stares at the options, wide-eyed. “What’s that?”
“Sauerkraut,” I reply.
He wrinkles his nose. “What is it?”
“Fermented raw white cabbage. It’s great on a dog.”
He wrinkles his nose even more. “Uh, ketchup and onions, please.” He mutters something under his breath. “Just ketchup. Thanks.”
I cock an eyebrow at him.
“I wanna get kissed tonight,” he mumbles.
The owner looks between us and laughs. “No onions or sauerkraut for either of you. Unless you don’t want to get kissed tonight?” he asks me with a wink.
“Oh, I do.”
He serves our hot dogs, woefully lacking any toppings except ketchup for Ty and mustard for me, and hands them to us wrapped in paper napkins.
We wander into Central Park, eating as we walk.
“This is great.” Ty stops in his tracks and squints at the hot dog. “I love having sausage in my mouth.” His face goes bright red. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”
I step close to him and whisper into his ear. “It’s good information to have.”
His face goes even redder.
“Enjoy that sausage now, and maybe you can enjoy a different kind later.”
“Maybe?”
“I don’t want to make too many assumptions about how tonight’s going to end.” I nuzzle just behind his ear—I want to do so much more—and then carry on walking and eating.
Ty catches up with me a moment later, taking a huge bite of his hot dog, as if to give me a taste of how good he is at giving head. It works. A shiver runs from the top of my spine to the tips of my toes.
“The park’s beautiful in the evening,” he says in an awe-struck tone. “I came here earlier with the guys, and it was gorgeous then, but it’s almost magical now.”
He’s right. It’s sunset, so the sky is a dramatic tapestry of colors and the lights lining the paths have just turned on. It’s quieter than during the day, although there’s still plenty of people about. Several people like us, out for an evening stroll, as well as joggers and dog walkers.
“You’re so lucky to live close enough to come here all the time.”
“I’m sure you have nice parks in the UK.”
“Oh, we do. Several. I guess Central Park is just iconic.”
I chuckle. “It sure is. Are you glad you got on that plane?”
He grins. “Yes. Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’d have got on without me.”
He stares at the remnants of his hot dog doubtfully. “No. I wouldn’t. I’d have run away and delayed the flight for everyone.”
I squeeze his hand. “Maybe, but that didn’t happen. And now you’re here.”
“With you.”
I smile. “With me.”
Briefly, he rests his head on my shoulder, then he straightens and polishes off the hot dog.
“You’ve got—” I motion to the corner of his mouth. “—Ketchup. Let me.” I use my napkin to dab the ketchup away. As I do, I imagine my cum at the corner of his mouth instead. “You’re a messy boy.” I ensure my tone is approving.
His cheeks become as pink as the streaks in the sky. “Do you like messy boys, Daddy?” he asks with an innocent flutter of his lashes.
“Yes.” I brush my fingertips over the spot I just cleaned and then run my thumb lightly over his lower lip. I’m aching to kiss him, but I won’t, not until I’m sure he’s desperate for it too. The wait is part of the fun. “We should go to the comedy club. We’ll take the subway.”
The show is in an intimate venue. We get one drink free with the ticket, but the assumption is that we’ll keep ordering drinks throughout the show.
“I’m not going to drink,” Ty says, staring into my eyes. His eyes are filled with lust, making my spine tingle.
“Sensible. I won’t either.”
We stick to soft drinks. The show is hilarious. Everyone in the audience laughs until we’re practically falling off our chairs. I laugh so hard my sides hurt.
By the time it ends, Ty is looking somewhat weary. Not that I can blame him. He hasn’t slept since the flight, and that was over twenty-four hours ago. Maybe inviting him back to my apartment isn’t a great idea, after all.
We step out onto the street. Judging from the baffled look on Ty’s face, it’s busier than he was expecting.
“New York never really sleeps,” I tell him. “But it looks like you need to. Where do your friends live? I’ll take you back there.”
He pouts, which is adorable. “I was hoping we’d go back to yours.”
“Are you awake enough?”
He sighs. “Probably not.” He stares at the sidewalk and shuffles his foot. “I’m sorry. I’ve had a great evening, and I really wanted to—you know…”
I do.
“But I’m just so tired.”
I cup his jaw and stroke his cheek. “It’s fine. I don’t mind. You know… You could still come back to my place. You could get some sleep, and we could pick up in the morning. If you want to?”
He perks up a little. “You don’t have work tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow’s Saturday.”
He smacks his forehead. “Right. I knew that. I’m blaming the jetlag. I’d forgotten what day it was.” His eyes widen, and he bounces on the balls of his feet. “That means it’s almost Pride.”
“It sure is.”
What has he brought to wear? I’m looking forward to finding out.
“We could go together,” I suggest. “Unless you were planning on going with your friends.”
“I’d like to go with you, Daddy.” He tilts his head, frowning a little.
“Is that too trusting? Am I too trusting? I mean, I’ve been home with guys I’ve met in clubs before, so this isn’t really any different to that.
Except I’m thousands of miles from home.
Although I have known you longer than any of those guys.
So, if you are a murderer, you’re playing a seriously long game. ”
I can’t help but laugh.
“You’re not a murderer, are you?”
“No. But then, if I were one, I’d still say ’no’, wouldn’t I?”
“Hmm, true. Oh, well, I think I’ll take my chances.” He smothers a yawn. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Shall I take you to your friends’ place?”
He tilts his head. “You really wouldn’t mind if I fell asleep on you tonight?”
“No.”
He rakes his teeth over his lower lip. “Then I’d like to go home with you, Daddy.”
“We’ll take the subway.” I take his hand and lead him toward the closest station.
“Could we go via a pharmacy?” he asks, sheepishly.
“Do you have a headache?” I often get one when I’m jetlagged. “I’ve got some Advil at home.”
“Uh, no. It’s just, if we’re gonna have fun in the morning, I’d want to…”
“Ah! Sure. There’s one near my apartment.”
A subway ride and pharmacy stop later, I let Ty into my apartment.
“Oh, this is nice,” he says, gazing around the bright white combined living space. It’s a lounge, dining area, and kitchen all in one.
“I love the decor. You’ve got great taste, Daddy.”
I hook my fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and pull him against me. “So do you.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders. “Obviously. I fancy you.” His gaze flicks between my eyes and my lips. From the way he’s trembling with need, I’m certain he wants me to kiss him.
“I’ve got a spare toothbrush,” I say in a husky whisper.
“I think you’re the only person in the universe who could make that sound sexy.”
“The bathroom’s through there.” I nod at one of the internal doors. “And the bedroom’s that way.” I nod at the other. “Why don’t you get ready for bed?”
“I’ve got nothing to wear.”
I brush my lips over his, not kissing him. Not yet. “You can borrow one of my t-shirts, if you like.” They’ll be a bit big on him, but that’s more comfortable for sleeping.
He hums as though debating my offer. “That’s very sweet of you, Daddy, but I like sleeping naked. Is that okay?”
“Very okay.”
He yawns. “I wish I weren’t so tired.”
“I don’t mind, honestly. What kind of Daddy would I be if I did? You need rest. As you said, we can pick up in the morning.” I let him go and nudge him toward the bathroom. “Get ready for bed, boy.”
He shivers. “Yes, Daddy.”
He slips into the bathroom and closes the door.
Smiling, I go to the bedroom to make sure I haven’t accidentally left any underwear on the floor or something.
I haven’t. It’s neat and tidy, with clean bedding.
I take off my jacket and tie, and undo my shirt buttons, making myself much more comfortable.
A few moments later, Ty joins me, completely naked. His face is pink from being washed. I run my approving gaze over his body. He does the same to me, the lust in his eyes deepening as he does so. I can’t deny that his stare makes me feel sexy.
“You’re wearing too much, Daddy.” He sighs.
“You want me to take my clothes off?”
“Mm. It would be nice to fall asleep next to a sexy, naked Daddy.”
I cross over to him, put my hands on his bare hips, and pull him so his chest is pressed to mine. “I’d like that too.” I put my fingertips under his chin and tilt it up. “You’re gorgeous. I’m looking forward to falling asleep with you.”
“And then we’ll have fun in the morning?”
“Lots of fun.”
He smiles brightly, lighting up the room.
I do what I’ve been dying to do since we met on the sidewalk outside the Empire State Building: I kiss him.
His lips are warm and supple. He parts them, allowing me to dip my tongue into his welcoming mouth.
I deepen the kiss, and he whimpers and moans in response.
We wrap our arms around each other, drawing into a tight embrace.
My cock hardens, and his erection presses against me.
If only he weren’t so tired. I’d love to take him right now. But he is, so I won’t.
“Get into bed, baby,” I order. “I’ll join you in a minute. We’ll get some sleep and pick this back up in the morning.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”
I let him go, and watch as he crawls into bed and snuggles beneath the comforter. The flashes of color in his dark hair remind me of the Northern Lights. His eyelids are already heavy, but he stares at me as I leave the room and head to the bathroom.
By the time I return, he’s asleep. Smiling, I get into bed beside him, kiss his forehead, turn out the light, and then draw him into my arms. He mumbles something before snuggling against me, his breath warm on my shoulder. He really is a sweet boy.