Chapter 11
Henry
The idea that I would miss this opportunity to put my mouth on Drew was not even part of the equation.
I’d intended the kiss to be sweet and gentle, but the minute I tasted him, that plan went out the window.
All I wanted to do was allow him to consume me, or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, that was what I wanted.
When he immediately parted his lips and allowed my tongue entry into his mouth, I realized my desire was entirely mutual.
Our tongues tasted and explored each other until we were both panting with anticipation, but whatever came next didn’t have to happen that night.
It didn’t need to be worried about because all I wanted was to taste my boy.
There was something uniquely him, tinged with the sweetness of the ice cream.
The needy sounds he made in the back of his throat made me want to devour him.
My hand found its way to his face and cupped him gently, my thumb tracing the outline of his cheekbone and then down along his jaw.
When I did, he instinctively scooted himself closer.
The frustration of him still being too far away got to be too much for me, and I hauled him onto my lap.
His knees straddled me as our cocks pressed against each other through our pants. I’d never regretted clothing more.
“Henry, can I ask you a question?” Drew asked after he ended the kiss and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
I immediately loosened my hold on him, but kept my hands resting on his back. My cock was still hard, as was his, but whatever his question was, it wouldn’t be answered while I was trying to pin him down.
“Anytime,” I said softly.
Whatever the question was, it must’ve been important because Drew started and stopped several times.
Each time he almost got the words to come to the surface, they would disappear on him.
He closed his mouth and took a few more shuddering breaths while I waited for him to ask whatever it was that he needed to know.
My short nails scratched him lightly through his T-shirt.
I could feel the imprint of his spine and a little bit of his ribs along the edges.
Though he was doing better about eating meals, it clearly still wasn’t enough.
That was my screwup, and I would rectify it fucking immediately.
There was no goddamn way I was going to let Drew starve himself, especially after he’d candidly told me that getting down two meals had been a struggle.
“I don’t know how to ask it.”
“Whatever it is, I’m happy to answer it if I can.” I did a few more traces along his spine with the pads of my thumbs and then added, “I can’t think of anything you could ask me that I would be upset about.”
I don’t know if my confession made a difference or not, but he took a few more shuddering breaths and then said, without stopping to take a breath between the words, “Can I call you Daddy?”
“I can’t think of anything I’d want more,” I confessed, and then I captured his mouth in a long, deep kiss.
Our tongues played against each other while we both poured every bit of ourselves into the moment. My hands moved to his hips, and my thumbs landed on his thighs, pressing against them. I could feel his restrained cock pressing against my own.
Drew squirmed against my crotch a little bit, trying to find a position that would give him some relief, but we both knew there was only one thing that would provide that. However, what we could do on the couch with our clothes on wouldn’t be enough.
I gently moved Drew from my lap to the empty space beside me on the couch.
“Before I ask you a question, I want you to know there is no right or wrong answer. Whatever you want, that’s the right answer. Okay?” I asked.
“Okay.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I corrected him.
Drew gave me a brilliant smile that transformed his face. The remaining doubt and indecision melted away and happiness sparkled in his eyes.
After a beat, he answered, “Yes, Daddy.”
I gathered him close. He laid his head on my chest, and I felt a bone-deep satisfaction that I hadn’t known was possible.
“We can stay here just like this, or we can move to the other room. What you want is what I want.”
“Daddy, I want you.”
He didn’t need to ask me twice because I was damn sure going to give this man what he wanted. And if he called me Daddy while I did it? I might be the one in a puddle.
I pushed myself off the couch, reached for Drew’s hand, and led him upstairs to the back of the house where my bedroom was.
He remained quiet and followed behind me.
The quiet pride of his choice—an actual fucking choice—made my chest puff out, except it felt like such a moment that now it was weird.
And I knew he thought so too because a few soft giggles escaped him before they turned into straight-up laughter.
“Okay, now I just feel awkward,” I said with mock outrage.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” Drew gasped in what was supposed to, I think, sound like horror, but given how the chuckles erupted afterward, I had my doubts. He covered his mouth to try and stem them, but it wasn’t working.
Happy looked good on him.
“Care to share what’s so funny?”
“It’s just that it’s so weird,” he managed to get out because the giggles had given way to peals of laughter. “I don’t know anything about what I want except this one legit specific thing, and you’re like all ‘say no more,’ and here we are in your bedroom and…and…it’s just weird to me.”
“Well, shit, I don’t know what to say to that,” I answered with a smile.
“Maybe we should just stop talking?” he responded with a mischievous grin.
I didn’t know where this playful, adorable boy had been hiding, but seeing Drew so carefree was an unanticipated pleasure. I damn sure wanted more of it.
“Done. Any ideas on what we should do instead?” As we’d been talking, I’d moved us from the doorway into my actual bedroom, but I hadn’t realized how close to the bed we’d gotten.
“I’ve got a few, Daddy, and you have a starring role in all of them,” Drew said with a smirk before he launched himself at me.
We fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, but with our mouths pressed against each other, it didn’t matter. Drew arched his body toward mine, and I ground back against him. We both had on too many clothes, and I desperately wanted to feel his body and all of that warm skin pressed against mine.
“Umm, I forgot to mention it, but I’m more a catcher…I can pitch but, yeah…”
“We’re good, sweetheart. So good,” I answered while grinding myself against him.
Drew’s eyes rolled back before he rasped, “Like I was saying about ideas…”
This side of Drew was wholly unexpected and so different from what I’d seen from him.
I couldn’t help but feel myself pulled closer, like a sailor who would happily crash on the rocks if it meant a chance encounter with a merman.
Whatever it was, I knew that by the end of the evening, I would be well and truly addicted to this man. I had no intentions of saving myself.
“Best do my part then,” I interrupted
With careful hands, giving him all the time in the world to change his mind, I pulled Drew’s shirt off, and he lay back on the bed, put his hands under his head, and preened under my eyes. I loved it.
“You should because I’m wearing way too many clothes.”
I let myself explore the planes of his flat stomach and the light dusting of hair across it up to the slight swell of his chest. His nipples were tiny and pink and entirely too distracting. My thumbnails brushed across them, and they hardened into tight points.
Drew’s eyes remained closed, but the small smile and soft sighs were all the permission I needed to continue.
When my fingers trailed along his clavicle, he shuddered and arched his hips up so naturally that I did it again.
The other side garnered the same reaction, but this time, he added a soft moan.
His cock tented the fabric of his pants, and I had to agree with his earlier pronouncement: he was wearing too many clothes.
“I think you’re right, sweetheart. Let’s get these off you,” I said before easing his pants and underwear down along his hips.
My thumbs dipped into the valley of his hip bones, and it was hard to contain the frown that automatically appeared at the evidence of his self-neglect. “You’re beautiful,” I breathed.
“I’m glad you think so.”
“More than think. I know so.” Dammit, this boy was going to accept he was beautiful.
“Thank you…” Drew’s voice trailed off until I gave him a pointed look. “Daddy.”
“Much better,” I said before swooping down and capturing his mouth.
My body settled on top of his, and he wrapped his legs tightly around my waist. With my cock nestled against his, I was exactly where I wanted to be. I felt myself grow harder, but I wouldn’t rush him, even if I was creeping toward the edge of desperation.
When my lungs threatened to collapse, I reluctantly moved away from his mouth and explored the rest of his body.
I trailed kisses across his collarbone and down his chest. When he tried to reciprocate, I pushed him back gently.
I’d waited for this moment, and I wanted to savor it.
He squirmed a little when I nibbled on the side of his torso, but I also felt the smear of precum on me.
Smiling against his skin, my mouth kept exploring until I’d reached his cock.
A steady stream of precum was my reward, but I carefully encircled the base of his cock with my thumb and forefinger so he wouldn’t come too soon.
There was no damn way I’d be rushing this one.
Hell, I’d drag it out all night long, but I couldn’t because there was no damn way I’d last that long myself.
What I could do, though, was edge him long enough to make it worth his while.
While he writhed beneath me, I alternated between lapping and sucking the tip of his cock. When he begged for more, I sucked all of him into my mouth until the cycle started again.