7. SAMMY
SAMMY
The next few days were fun with a capital F.
Sammy was enjoying life around campus so much that he was almost tempted to start looking at application forms and grade point averages.
Well, not quite. The academic side was never really Sammy’s strong point, but it was certainly true that campus life suited him.
Whether it was taking long walks with Harrison or exploring on his own with only his backpack and Zozo for company, Sammy was truly enjoying the feeling of letting go of his relentless filming schedule.
In fact, Sammy couldn’t remember the last time he felt so happy. It was as if a giant weight had been removed from his shoulders.
There were cafes to try out, woodlands to explore, and Sammy was even noticing how many potential Littles there were on campus too.
He hadn’t plucked up the courage to approach anyone yet to see for sure, but it certainly felt like the kind of open-hearted place that would be welcoming for a Little.
Spending time with Harrison was wonderful. Sammy felt safe with Harrison, and loved the way that Harrison would guide him, offering good advice and probing questions when it came to Sammy’s plans for the future.
Harrison’s approach was different to Tucker’s approach, that was for sure.
It was becoming clearer and clearer to Sammy that Tucker was all about the here and now, pushing Sammy to do whatever would get results in the short term.
Harrison had a different philosophy, focusing on asking Sammy what he would want to be doing in six months, a year, or even further down the line.
But it wasn’t just Harrison’s friendly but firm guidance that Sammy appreciated. Sammy couldn’t help but notice just how admired and respected Harrison was by the students on campus. Even the students that Harrison didn’t teach seemed to hold him in high regard.
It was kind of awe inspiring for Sammy.
But nothing would top the moment when Sammy was walking across the main lawn between the college cloisters. The fall breeze was whistling around the open courtyard and the busy and bustling students were holding their books up close to their heavy, thick coats.
Suddenly, as Sammy and Harrison were in the middle of talking about a new recipe idea that had come to Sammy in the middle of the night, they were approached by an enthusiastic but nervous looking student…
‘Excuse me, sir,’ came the voice of a young man, perhaps a freshman or second-year student. ‘Mr. Hawk, please can you sign this?’
‘Why, of course,’ Harrison replied, not showing any emotion. ‘This is a first edition. Where did you pick this up?’
Harrison was signing a copy of his most famous novel, Grand Condor Hotel. It was in good condition, but Sammy could see some signs of aging on it. Either way, it felt incredible to watch the look of awe in the young student’s face as Harrison signed the copy.
‘You… kinda are the reason I write,’ the student said, clearly nervous. ‘But, whatever, thank you so much! I’m such a dork!’
Harrison shook his head.
‘You’re not a dork, you’re choosing your path, and I’m glad that my book inspired you,’ Harrison said, kindly minimizing the student’s embarrassment.
With that, the student left with the book and a huge smile on his face.
‘Wow, that was something else,’ Sammy said. ‘The students just love you!’
‘I don’t know about that, but I do think I’m pretty well respected,’ Harrison said. ‘I never thought I’d end up teaching, but that’s life. I’m comfortable with how things turned out.’
‘But what about a new book?’ Sammy said. ‘I know you’ve sold millions of copies of your other book. It’s crazy that you haven’t published anything in so long!’
Harrison shook his head and laughed.
‘Boy, life isn’t always that simple,’ Harrison said, placing his arm around Sammy’s shoulder.
‘Life is full of complexities. Writing a novel isn’t like posting an Instagram update!
But you don’t need to worry too much about stuff like that.
You’re here to unwind, rediscover your own passion.
Don’t you go concerning yourself with problems. Understood? ’
Sammy could tell from Harrison’s tone of voice that he wasn’t messing around. But Sammy also could see that Harrison felt a little bit sad about not having published a book in so long.
And after all that Harrison was doing for him, Sammy wanted to do a little something in return.
Harrison sounds… a little sad.
I need to cheer him up.
And I know how…
‘Pretty please can I have a hot chocolate?’ Sammy said, making his best puppy dog eyes. ‘It’s this fall breeze! Even in my coat I’m feeling a little chilly.’
Harrison growled, but he evidently felt like a hot drink himself.
‘Sure, kid,’ Harrison said. ‘I’ll allow it. You wait here while I queue up at the Tea Truck. I’m sure they’ll do a perfect hot chocolate to go alongside my English tea.’
This was perfect.
Sammy watched as Harrison strode over towards the Tea Truck and took his place in the queue. Harrison towered above the students, his physically imposing frame even putting some of the football jocks in the shade.
He’s so… sexy.
But this isn’t about that.
This is about doing something good in return for Harrison…
Despite knowing it was against the rules, the sight of Harrison being preoccupied by the queue for the hot drinks was too good to resist. Sammy had been itching to look at his cell phone all morning and if he was going to have a chance to do so, now was the window of opportunity.
Sammy leant up against a lamppost and turned his body slightly away from Harrison. This was perfect. With Harrison’s view of Sammy obscured, he snuck his phone out of his pocket and immediately made a beeline for TikTok, then Instagram and then YouTube.
Because Sammy had signed himself out of his accounts, he wasn’t inundated with messages or updates. This meant that he was simply presented with all the latest viral videos. Sammy felt very naughty as he looked at the phone – but there would be no consequences as long as Harrison didn’t spot him!
Sammy found himself scrolling like a maniac before long. It was like all of the social media he had missed over the last few days was suddenly being uploaded into his brain at a billion miles per hour.
Sammy almost felt dizzy with excitement. The fact that he knew he was doing something that was against Harrison’s rules was also probably part of the reason for why he felt so giddy.
‘Oh, shoot!’ Sammy said, glancing over toward the queue and seeing that Harrison was in the process of paying for the drinks. ‘Act subtle. Act innocent!’
With one swift move, Sammy put his phone back in his pocket and turned to face in the oncoming Harrison’s direction.
Phew. Got away with it.
I feel naughty, but…
What Harrison doesn’t know won’t hurt him!
* * *
The rest of the day was pretty relaxing.
Sammy and Harrison had gone back home to have some quiet time.
Harrison spent an hour in his study doing some reading and corresponding with an overseas author.
Sammy meanwhile opened up a new set of coloring pencils and quietly beavered away doing illustrations of some of his favorite meals being eaten by a series of cuddly bears.
Once Harrison was finished with his work, he changed into his rock-climbing clothes and headed out to meet with his friend Zane. Sammy couldn’t help but notice just how athletic Harrison looked. Out of his normal smart suit and trousers, Harrison looked every inch the professional athlete.
Long, strong legs? Yup.
Broad shoulders that looked like they could carry three Littles at once? You bet.
And the fact that Harrison was looking so fit and healthy in his mid-forties was just even hotter as far as Sammy was concerned. There was something highly arousing about seeing Harrison in his snug thermal t-shirt and short, looser-fit black shorts.
But as hot as Harrison had looked on his departure, he looked even better upon his return…
‘Harrison! You look… muddy?’ Sammy said, bursting out into laughter at the sight of Harrison’s mud splattered legs and face. ‘Did you make a boo-boo and fall off a rock and into a muddy puddle?’
‘Grrrr. No, I certainly did not,’ Harrison said, shaking his head in mock anger. ‘What I did do, was beat Zane at his own game and manage to make several incredibly tricky jumps.’
‘Well done!’ Sammy said, full of awe and admiration of this incredibly sexy, rugged man who was standing before him. ‘You could probably beat anyone at anything, if that’s what you wanted. You’re sooooo strong and big.’
Sammy felt himself blush. Had he gone too far? How would Harrison feel about him being a little bit on the flirty side?
Suddenly, Sammy didn’t know what to say or even where to look.
Harrison looked muddy, sweaty, and his biceps were looking extra-swollen from all the arm work he had done when he was out climbing.
‘Time for me to hop in the shower, boy,’ Harrison said, breaking the tension momentarily. ‘No peeking.’
Sammy gasped.
Is Harrison… flirting back?
OMG I don’t know if this is good, bad, or totally insanely great?
Gulp… this might get out of hand…
Sammy knew in that moment that there was something happening between him and Harrison that was about way more than just a social media detox.
Sammy sat at the kitchen table and listened to the shower go on. The very idea of Harrison being in the bathroom, naked and standing underneath a powerful jet of hot water was enough to make Sammy want to pull his shorts down and play with himself right there and then.
Sammy couldn’t remember the last time he had felt lust like this for a Daddy. Sammy knew that he connected with Harrison on a personal level, but the physical side of things was spiraling out of all control – and fast.
Sammy could feel his dick hardening in his briefs. It wasn’t a lazy, semi-erection either. Sammy was going fully hard, and it seemed like the harder he tried to not think about Harrison’s wet, most likely soapy naked body the more aroused Sammy got.
But suddenly, the sound of the shower came to an abrupt end.
‘Boy! Get here right this second!’ Harrison shouted, his voice full of genuine anger and frustration. ‘Ten… nine… eight… HERE! NOW!’
Sammy felt like he was in serious trouble, but he had no idea why or what for. Without thinking, Sammy sprung up from the kitchen table and knocked over his carton of new coloring pencils. With his coloring paper flying across the kitchen in his wake, Sammy ran toward the bathroom.
Sammy suspected that he was about to find out exactly what Harrison was angry about, but two things remained unclear – what did it have to do with Sammy, and what would the consequences for him be?