Chapter 5 #2
“Can we talk while lying in bed?” He asks.
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Lying on my back in bed with Chase’s head on my bare stomach, I comb my fingers through his curls while he plays with my belly hair. He kisses me right next to my belly button, then comments, “I love your body, daddy.” He runs his hand down my stomach before going back to playing with my hair.
“Thank you,” I say, “I love your curls.”
“I love when you compliment me,” he replies, “and say I’m a good boy. I don’t like being called a terrible boy.”
Snorting, I counter, “don’t be a terrible boy then.
” He grumbles something under his breath, and I choose to ignore it.
“So, we’ve already discussed some hard limits that you have, but I realized this morning I didn’t really talk about mine.
After that, I would like us to discuss some rules for us, then talk about how our relationship will work outside of my house, for example, at work.
Then we need to have a discussion about jealousy and possessiveness. ”
“Okay,” he says, letting out a big breath.
“First off, have any new limits come up for you? I know yesterday you said you wanted to try out cock slapping. Is that something you want to try again?” I ask.
“Yes,” he answers immediately, “I really liked it. I also really liked this morning. Most of the porn I’ve watched is rough, so I thought that’s how it was going to be, but I really loved how you were sweet, and we kissed the whole time. I think I prefer to have sex like this morning.”
“Okay,” I say, “any hard limits or soft limits you want to add right now, and you can add something at any time.”
“No,” he says, then kisses my stomach, “I liked everything we’ve done.”
“Good, but again, at any time you can tell me you don’t like something, and we won’t do it again.
” After he nods, I continue, “so, as you know, I’m trans,” he nods.
“I refer to my anatomy as my cock, my front hole, and my back hole or my hole. I don’t want any kind of penetration in my front hole and prefer not being touched around it.
Besides that, I prefer to be the top or do side stuff. But if you-”
“I prefer to be the bottom,” he interrupts, “I don’t ever need to be the top.”
“We’ll table that for now, since it might be something you want to explore later on.
” He shakes his head, then kisses my stomach before snuggling closer.
“My other hard nos are similar to yours. I don’t enjoy any kind of fluid play, and even though I do like impact play, I don’t like using anything besides my hand.
I do think in the near future we should have a more in depth look at our hard nos and soft limits in the form of a list, but I’m comfortable not doing that this weekend. Are you comfortable with that?”
“Yes, daddy,” he answers, drawing shapes in my stomach hair. It seems like he needs to always be moving in some way.
“Okay, now some rules moving forward, we’re going to have two sets of rules, one for home and one for work, but we’ll keep them simple.” Before I can continue, he lifts his head with a big smile.
“Home? Like, I’m going to move in with you, so this will be my home too?
” He asks, clearly hopeful and already planning.
“I live with my dad in this detached apartment on his property. He built it for me when I turned 16, so I had privacy, but there wouldn’t be a lot we would have to move.
Like all the furniture we’ll leave there, I’ll just need to pack my clothes and stuff. ”
“Chase,” I say softly.
He doesn’t seem to hear me as he continues, “we’ll have to take pictures of us, so we can add them to your photo wall.
We’ll also have to take some pictures with my dad too, then…
” He looks around my bedroom before pointing at an empty wall.
“I have these two pictures of these birds that we can put there. Then the others we’ll put in the living room, and I guess we’ll have to bring one shelf for all my birds. ”
“Birds?” I ask. Please tell me this boy doesn’t have live birds.
“They’re kinda like trinkets, like blown glass birds.” He rests his head back on my stomach, then rubs his hands up and down my sides. “You’ll see them when we pack up my stuff. They’re really pretty. Should we do it today?”
“We’re only on day two of our relationship, and you’re ready to move in?” I ask, lightly, fiddling with the tip of his ear.
“Yes,” he says simply.
I don’t want to touch that right now, so I’m going to leave it, mainly because I’m ready to move him in, and that’s not rational.
And I’m a rational person who makes lists and thinks about things for weeks before acting on them.
I don’t just let the boy, who has been making my life difficult for the last few weeks, change my opinion of him within a few hours.
I don’t have sex with someone before discussing limits, both theirs and mine, or even discussing test results.
Christ, I’ve never even considered being friends with someone from work, let alone being in a relationship, because I was worried about being perceived as unprofessional.
Suddenly, Chase’s face is above mine, and he’s lying on top of me with a big smile.
“I love you, daddy. I’m so glad you gave me a chance.
I’m going to make you so happy, just like you’re going to make me happy.
” He gives me a peck on the lips, then moves down my body, lying his head on my stomach and playing with my hair there. “Home rules?”
Sighing, I comb my fingers through his curls, then answer, “I think we start off simple and easy, then build from there as we discover what works best for us. Home rules will be cleaning up after yourself, y-”
“That’s boring,” he complains, “I thought the house rules would be like we have to be naked whenever we’re in the house, that whenever you want to cum, I drop everything, then I give you a blowjob, stuff like that.”
Shaking my head, “I was more thinking, you always clean up after yourself, you keep to a good sleep schedule, you don’t lie to me, and when you want or need something you ask. If something bothers you, or if something is too much, I expect you to tell me or say red.”
“And whenever we’re home, we both have to be naked, and whenever you want sex, you just take me. It’s called free use,” he says after giving my stomach a kiss. “Then when I want sex, I’ll ask because good boys ask their daddies for what they want, like your rule.”
“Okay, we’ll start there, then revisit next weekend to see what’s working and what isn’t.” I say, then speak firmly, “now work rules. Chase, my work, my job is very important to me. I think it would be best if-”
“No,” he shouts, scrambling up, then putting his face right above mine. “Please, daddy, don’t transfer me. I can be professional, and I spend most of my time in your office already, so no one will notice the difference.”
“Chase, darling, you’re not well known for being able to keep a secret,” I say. “Didn’t you say yesterday that everyone knows about your feelings for me? I remember a mention of a bet?”
He makes a grumbling noise, then puts all his weight on me as his forearms bracket my head. “Fine, I’m a blabbermouth.” A small laugh escapes me as he frowns. “But Mr. Rodriguez is dating Matthew, he’s his paralegal, that makes Mr. Rodriguez his boss, so why is it okay that he does it and not you?”
“Some people have different rules,” I explain, rubbing his sides.
“That’s not fair,” he says with a frown, before he smiles, “no one will take me.”
“What?” I ask.
He sits up, straddling my hips, then starts bouncing on my lap.
“Daddy, no one will take me. You’ll have to convince Mr. Rodriguez or Mr. Khan to take me on their team, and neither of them will.
Mr. Rodriguez may have hired me, but he told my dad point blank he would not have me on his team.
And Mr. Khan can’t take me because he has the most extra special clients, so it’s very important that everyone on his team is extremely detail oriented because he brings in the most money.
And I’m not quitting because I want to spend as much time as I can with you. ”
I don’t know what to say to any of that.
“I’ll have a meeting with Mr. Rodriguez and Mr. Khan on Monday to discuss the best approach to handling our relationship appropriately, but Chase, there won’t be any PDA at the office.
” He frowns, and it deepens as I go on. “No holding hands, no kissing, no cuddling, no physical contact of any kind while we’re working. ”
“We’ll see, daddy,” he says with a smile.
“No,” I argue, “we won’t see. Those are the rules, or even though you may be working on my team, you won’t be working in my team’s area.”
“What does that mean?” He asks.
“That means you’ll be working somewhere else, like the copier room at the desk you call the time out chair.
” I answer, watching a look of pure disappointment take over his face.
“Now about your-” I’m cut off by my phone ringing, picking it up without looking since it must be my brother, I then nudge him off me to stand.
Before I answer, I look at him, “we’ll finish our chat after my call. ”