Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Emmet
“I should be showing you around New York,” I say sleepily.
I’m not sure how long we’ve been dozing, only that our time together is ticking away and my stomach is starting to grumble.
“You have.” Ty traces spirals on my arm. “Besides, I’m happy here, Daddy.”
“Breakfast?”
He chuckles. “I think it might be lunchtime.”
I check the time on my cell. He’s right. “Lunch?”
He hums in the affirmative.
“I’ll set some clean clothes out for you.” I kiss his forehead and attempt to get out of bed, but he catches my hand and threads his fingers through mine, staring at me intently.
“You want to choose clothes for me?”
Yes. “Would you rather rummage through my drawers?”
He shakes his head. “No one’s ever told me what to wear before.” He rolls his eyes. “Since I was about five, anyway.”
“Is it okay if I do? I want to take care of you.”
He hesitates before nodding.
Smiling, I leave him to doze while I shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, and select clothes for Ty.
Then, I make a simple lunch of grilled cheese and a salad.
I’m plating up when Ty wanders into the living area, wearing the clothes I chose for him.
Something stirs inside me. Excitement? Lust?
Maybe something in between. My clothes are a little too big for him, but that’s part of the charm.
“How do I look?” He twirls around.
“Gorgeous, baby.”
Grinning, he comes to me, allowing me to reward him with a kiss.
We sit at the tiny table to eat. It rarely gets used, because I usually sit on the couch when I’m home alone. It makes a nice change to be a touch more civilized.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask.
“Hmm, is going back to bed an option?”
I laugh and lean across to kiss him. “Don’t you want to see more of the city?”
He shrugs. “Yes, but I also want to see more of you, and I have so little time to do both.”
My heart sinks a bit. “When do you go back to the UK?”
“Tuesday.”
He’s not staying for long at all. For some reason, I’d assumed he’d stay for at least a week. This is more of a weekend break. It makes sense, as he’s here for tomorrow’s Pride march.
Panic flits into his eyes. “Assuming I can get on board.”
“You can do it.”
“Maybe.” He doesn’t sound convinced.
I put my hand over his. “Don’t worry about it, now. You’ve got two more days before you have to go home.”
His eyes light up. “And Pride!”
“Yes. You’ve got Pride to look forward to.” Has he brought something special to wear?
His cell rings. “I’d better get that.”
“Of course.”
He answers, grinning at whoever is on the other end. “It’s the guys. Uh, Rett, Zeke, and Micah.”
I raise my eyebrows. “All of them?”
“Yes!” He puts his phone on the table and puts it on speaker. “Emmet can hear you now.”
“Hi!” His friends speak in unison.
“I hope you’re taking care of Ty,” a guy with an American accent says.
“That’s Zeke,” Ty says.
“And I’m Micah.” He has a deeper, older voice and an impeccable English accent.
“Hi, I’m Rett.” Another English accent. Different, yet also posh. The best way to describe it is softly lilting, similar to Ty’s.
“We were wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner,” Micah says.
“Both of you,” Zeke adds. “You could stay over, and we could all go to Pride tomorrow.”
I make eye contact with Ty. I can tell by his expression that he wants to say yes, but his wide-eyed stare is a clear sign he’s deferring to me.
“That would be great,” I reply.
Zeke lets out a whoop. “I told you they’d say yes. Micah is a great cook.”
“Is there anything you don’t like?” Micah asks. “Any allergies?”
“I’m easy,” I say.
Ty smirks. “So am I.”
“We didn’t need to know that,” Rett says.
“Speak for yourself,” Zeke retorts.
“As you can tell, Zeke is a brat,” Micah says.
I can’t help but laugh.
“We’ll see you around five?” Micah adds.
“See you then,” I reply.
The line goes dead.
“Are you sure you’re okay with spending time with my friends?” Ty asks.
“Of course.”
“And staying over?”
“Yes. Unless you’d rather I didn’t?”
“I want you to.” He bites his lip and looks away.
“What is it, baby?”
“Am I being too clingy? We’ve only just met.”
I squeeze his hand. “As you said, we’ve got a lot of exploring to do and not much time.
” I’d heard vacation flings could be fast and furious, but I hadn’t believed it.
Now, I do. I want to spend as much time as possible with Ty, so if he’s being clingy, so am I.
“Why don’t we finish eating, and then we can get some sightseeing in before heading to your friends’ place?
” I lean closer so I can nuzzle his neck.
“And then we can explore each other more later.”
“I’d like that, Daddy.”
“Then we have a plan.”
During the afternoon, I show Ty some of my favorite places.
Some are tourist destinations, like Grand Central Station, but most aren’t, such as my favorite coffee shop and the best examples of graffiti.
We grab a bottle of wine on the way to Rett, Zeke, and Micah’s place, and arrive just before five.
I have instant house envy. I don’t need a house, but if I did, I’d want one like this, assuming I didn’t move out into the suburbs, anyway.
It’s a brownstone townhouse, not dissimilar to the building my apartment is in, except they own all of it.
Rett and Zeke answer the door, with the dog, Sandy, at their heels. I can tell it’s them, as they’re similar in age to one another and only look a few years older than Ty. I crouch down to give the dog some fuss.
“Come in,” Zeke says exuberantly.
“Daddy’s cooking,” Rett says, closing the door behind us.
I hand the bottle of wine to Zeke, who dashes off with it, while Rett leads us into the living room.
“You’ve got a gorgeous house,” I say.
“Thanks. It’s not cheap, but worth it.”
“I bet.”
“We have plenty of room for… Well, for the four of us.”
“And our toys,” Zeke says, joining us.
Rett goes a little red in the face.
“We have a playroom downstairs. Rett’s a little, and I’m a middle, so we have lots of toys. Daddy says dinner is nearly ready.”
“Have you had a good day?” Rett asks.
Ty nods and fills them in on our afternoon. He’s so animated, it’s adorable.
“I guess you spent the morning in bed,” Zeke says.
“Zeke!” Rett chastises.
“What? Am I wrong? Besides, we’re all kinky here. We can be open with each other.”
Ty blushes as he shakes his head. “You’re not wrong.”
“Dinner!” Micah calls.
We file through to the dining room. Micah has cooked a stew, which smells great.
We sit around the table, eating, drinking, and chatting.
I quickly find out that Micah is a portfolio manager, Rett is a PA—and apparently is very good at it—and Zeke is a photographer, with his own business.
He shows us several of the photos he’s taken, from holiday snapshots while he and Rett were traveling around the world, to family portraits, and more sensual stuff.
“I’d be happy to photograph the two of you,” he says with a wink.
“How did you all meet?” I ask.
“Via an app,” Rett replies.
“The Cuffd app,” Micah clarifies. “They were doing one of their Christmas promotions. I saw Zeke’s message, and the rest is history.”
“What was his message?” Ty asks.
“I asked for a Daddy with enough love in his heart for two boys,” Zeke says. “Rett and I were in love with each other, but we weren’t exactly compatible. Neither of us liked to top,” he adds, when Ty frowns in confusion.
“Liked to?” Ty echoes.
“Well… Thanks to Micah, Rett’s more into it now. As long as he’s in the middle.”
Rett has gone bright red.
“We spent an amazing week together over Christmas,” Micah says.
“We had so much fun, we didn’t want to leave. So we stayed,” Zeke says.
Ty’s eyes almost bug out of his head. “Just like that? After only a week?”
“It wasn’t that easy,” Rett says. “My visa was due to expire.”
“Which wouldn’t have been a problem, except I was offered a job here that I couldn’t refuse,” Micah says.
“But we got around it, and the rest is history,” Zeke says.
Ty pinches his eyes shut for a moment before staring at them. “Wait. You knew you wanted to be with Micah after just one week?”
I have to admit, I’m a little amazed too.
Zeke and Rett glance at each other, smiling. “Yes,” they say together.
“He was the perfect Daddy for us,” Zeke says.
“So perfect,” Rett echoes in a dreamy tone.
“When you know, you know,” Micah says.
“We’ve been together for five years,” Zeke says. “So we were obviously right.”
“But how could you be sure?” Ty asks. “Sure enough to move to another country.”
Rett shrugs. “I was already in love with Zeke, and falling in love with Micah was easy. He was kind and patient with us—”
“—And crazy sexy,” Zeke interjects.
“He took care of us and made us relax—”
“—We were so relaxed.” Zeke fans himself.
“Being with him felt right.”
“And still does,” Zeke concludes.
Micah gazes at his boys adoringly.
Ty pinches his bottom lip between his teeth and stares at me. I’d love to know what he’s thinking. My thoughts are running wild. These three men are obviously so happy together. I’d never imagined it was possible to fall in love so quickly, but they’re proof it’s possible.
We finish eating and then take dessert to the living room, where we watch a movie.
Afterward, Zeke yawns dramatically. “I’m so tired, Daddy. Will you take us to bed?” He winks at me and Ty.
“Gladly.” Micah stands, takes his boys’ hands, and pulls them off the sofa. “We’ll see you in the morning.”
“I’m looking forward to Pride,” Rett says.
“It’s going to be fun,” Zeke agrees.
And then they’re gone, leaving me and Ty alone, except for the dog.
“That was subtle,” I say.
Ty snuggles up to me. “I’m not sure Zeke is capable of being subtle.”
I chuckle. “No, probably not.” I hug him tightly, shifting him so we can kiss more easily.
“I’ve had a great day, Daddy.”
“It’s not over yet.”
He grins and kisses me softly. “No, it’s not. Did you have anything in mind?”
“I brought a blindfold and some restraints.”
He shivers. “You know the way to my heart, Daddy.”
I arch an eyebrow.
He widens his eyes. “I— I didn’t mean…. Maybe I did mean… I’m not sure what I meant… It’s just… I’ve never felt so comfortable with a guy before, let alone this quickly. Maybe it’s because you’re the Daddy I didn’t realize I needed, or just because you’re amazingly kind and patient, or—”
I silence him with a kiss. “We fit.” Which is my way of telling him I feel the same way. I’ve had plenty of hookups before, but nothing that felt as right as this.
He sighs happily. “We do. Like a lock and key. Wait. Is that romantic, or gross?”
“Romantic,” I assure him.
“That would make me the lock, right? And you’re the key.” He smirks. “Do you, uh, wanna tie me up and slip your key into my lock?”
“Gladly, baby.”
He kisses me and then rests his head on my shoulder. “I’m not going to want to leave on Tuesday. I’m being so clingy.”
“So am I.”
He lifts his head and gazes at me. “Will we keep in touch?”
“Yes.”
“You could visit me when you’re in the UK on business. If you want to. Or I could come to you. If you want, of course. You might not want to.”
“I do.” I pull him so he’s sat on my lap, straddling me. I wrap my arms around his lower back, dragging him closer, so his chest is pressed against mine and his ass is over my cock. “I would love to stay in touch and keep seeing you, baby.”
He widens his eyes. “You would? Really?”
“Yes.”
We kiss passionately, me stroking his lower back, him tangling his fingers through my hair, our tongues twining, our teeth clashing.
Sandy whines, making us break apart, laughing.
“We should take this to the guest room,” I say.
“After letting Sandy out to pee,” Ty agrees.
“You say the sexiest things.”
He laughs harder. “Let’s save the sexy talk until we’re alone.” He gazes into my eyes. “I’m glad I met you, Daddy.”
“I’m glad I met you too.”
The next morning, Ty disappears into the guest bathroom after making me promise not to peek.
My anticipation is high as I get ready. I put on a black t-shirt with a grungy Pride flag on the front, and my favorite jeans and sneakers.
Once I’m ready, I lounge on the guest bed until Ty finally appears from the bathroom.
My heart leaps. My breath catches. He is stunning.
He’s wearing a skin-tight, white crop top, covered in Pride symbols: flags, rainbows, hearts, peace symbols and more.
He’s also wearing jeans cut into shorts, and a pair of white sneakers with rainbows on them.
He’s put on makeup: a vibrant rainbow mask made from eyeshadow, with glitter accentuating his cheekbones, heavy mascara that makes his eyes pop, and shimmering red lipstick.
He stands with his hands clasped behind his back, swaying coquettishly as he flutters his lashes. “Do I look okay, Daddy?”
I stand, cross over to him, and put my hands on his hips. Even then, I’m not sure I can speak without tripping over my tongue. “You’re gorgeous, baby.”
“Not too much? I wanted to stand out, without overdoing it. I’ve overdone it, haven’t I?”
I kiss him. “No, baby. You’re perfect.”
He blushes and smiles. “You’re wearing lipstick now too.”
“Such a shame.”
He giggles and kisses my cheek. A glance in the mirror opposite shows me a lipstick print on my skin, and I don’t mind. I almost don’t want to join the others. Ty is far too kissable, huggable, and fuckable dressed like this.
“We should join the others,” I say, fighting down my urge to order him onto the bed. “It’s time for your first New York Pride march.”
“My first? I mean, yes, it is my first. But you make it sound like there will be more.”
I raise my eyebrows and thread my fingers through his. “Won’t there?”
He opens and closes his mouth, apparently lost for words for once.
Chuckling, I lead him toward the door. “Let’s go.”