Chapter 24 The Babysitters Game #3
Taylor let out a deep sigh. “I shouldn’t have left Jesse.
I tried telling myself that Jacob would never lay a hand on him because he never did with his own kids.
But I knew I was just lying to myself. I guess things changed when I left.
He started to try and take a hit at Jesse.
But the kid’s fucking strong. He probably never let Jacob get far.
But then a few weeks ago, I guess he threatened to send Jesse away to a bad kid’s camp or something.
Like one of the places where you get dropped off in the middle of nowhere for six months and told to survive.
Jesse packed a bag and ran away. He left his phone and his car because he was afraid Jacob would put trackers on them.
He started staying at a neighbor’s place.
The neighbor was always away on business trips but Jesse had a key because he was always asked to dog sit.
When I called the neighbor to ask about Jesse, she told me that he had been there for two weeks and she had only just now gotten home from a trip.
I asked her to make sure Jesse got to school and I had a new phone sent to him.
I sent him a credit card so he could get anything he needed, and I told him that when I went to Sacramento that he would be coming back with me. ”
“The day I fly in will be the day I turn twenty. And two days later will be the day Jesse turns eighteen. He’s already graduated from high school and has a full ride at Georgetown, so he’ll be staying here until he moves to DC in the beginning of August.”
“I can’t believe it, Taylor. That’s…so much.” Fletcher looked up at Taylor with tears in his eyes. Taylor just nodded before he pressed a kiss to Fletcher’s forehead.
“I’ve been in therapy since July. Gretchen insisted I went.
I’ve done a lot of talking about everything with Dr. Browne.
She thinks that a lot of my control issues stem from everything that happened.
” Taylor sniffled. “I have like this incessant need for control. It’s why I’m so adamant on having the respect of my teammates.
Because if they respected me, then they would never hurt me. Not like Jacob did.”
“And now that I,” Taylor’s heart clenched and his hand instinctively clung to his chest. He looked down at Fletcher with tears in his eyes.
“I’m so conflicted. I care so much about you, Fletcher.
You’re too important to me. If I allow myself to act on these feelings I have for you,” Taylor gulped.
“If I let myself love you the way that I think I could, then it could ruin everything I’ve worked for. ”
Fletcher leaned up and straddled Taylor’s lap. He grabbed Taylor’s head and pulled it to his chest. Taylor wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly. So tight that he knew he never wanted to let go.
“You mean the world to me,” Fletcher told him. “But I don’t ever want you to give anything up for me. If you think that we should stop—”
Taylor pulled his head back to look at Fletcher.
He reached up to wipe away a tear that had fallen from his eye.
“I can’t stop, Fletcher. I told you that I can’t ignore these feelings.
” He sighed. “I want you. So fucking much. I think that…maybe I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
Even hockey. I don’t know. But fuck. I want you to be mine. I need you to be mine, Fletch.”
Fletcher leaned down and kissed him. “I’m yours, Taylor. I’m so yours, baby.”
“It feels like I might die, sometimes.” Taylor told him. He croaked back a tear. “I don’t know how to do this. I honestly don’t know what the hell to do.”
“You don’t need to do anything, Taylor. We can figure it out as we go. Right now, we need to focus on your brother and—”
“Winning the cup next week,” Taylor joked to lighten the mood. He had enough of the sad talk for the night.
Fletcher smiled and nodded. “We’ll win that cup, baby. I’ll win it for you.”
Taylor slid his hands underneath Fletcher’s shirt and tickled him on his waist. “You mean I’ll win the cup for you?” He smirked.
“I’ll let you do anything you want if you fuck me and call me your good boy some more,” Fletcher told him as he pulled Taylor’s shirt off before removing his own.
Taylor felt his cock grow hard beneath his jeans as Fletcher kissed a trail of kisses down his chest. God, he loved it when Fletcher was blunt with him. Right to the chase.
“Is that what does it for you?” Taylor chuckled. Fletcher pressed a kiss to him through the jeans before nodding.
“I can’t help what makes my dick hard.” He pulled Taylor’s zipper down before tugging his jeans and briefs down to his ankles. He pulled them completely off Taylor and let them drop to the foot of the bed before he quickly took his own clothes off.
“What, no strip tease?” Taylor pouted. “I have lube and condoms in the top drawer behind you, sweet thing.”
Fletcher quickly retrieved them before climbing back on top of Taylor. “I think you should let me fuck your mouth,” Fletcher smirked. “Scoot down a little, babe.”
He scooted up the bed until he found the perfect angle to slide into Taylor’s mouth, resting his hands on the headboard. Taylor made a slurping noise as he took Fletcher in his mouth. “So good, Taylor,” Fletcher moaned.
Taylor reached over for the lube and poured some out onto his fingers before bringing them to Fletcher’s hole to get him read. Fletcher let out a whimper as the cold lube hit his rim.
He swirled his finger around until he slowly inserted his middle finger. Fletcher’s cock hit the back of his throat and Taylor let out a little hum.
“In and out, babe. I need your cock,” he told Taylor impatiently. God, Taylor nearly busted right then and there. He loved the way Fletcher was so needy for him. And entirely shameless about it. Zero shyness. He loved that Fletcher was so comfortable with him like this and such a good communicator.
Fletcher began thrusting a little harder as Taylor inserted another digit. “Is that okay?” He pulled back and asked Fletcher. He responded to clenching around Taylor’s fingers.
“I want you on top when you fuck me,” Fletcher told him.
Taylor could tell he was getting close, so he quickly removed his fingers from Fletcher’s hole and moved out of the way so Fletcher could lay down on his back.
He quickly slipped on a condom before grabbing onto Fletcher’s legs and putting them on his shoulders.
Fletcher reached down with lube on his fingers to give Taylor a few strokes.
“I’ll go slow,” Taylor promised him. He leaned down to kiss Fletcher before slowly sliding in.
Fletcher cried out as Taylor stretched open his tight hole.
Taylor loved the fact that he was the only person who had ever been inside of Fletcher.
He tried not to think about how many girls Fletcher had been inside of.
But that was all before. It didn’t matter now.
Still, Taylor felt admittedly a little jealous as the thought came to mind. He pushed himself all the way into Fletcher maybe a little harder than he should’ve, letting the jealousy get to him. He reached over to cup Fletcher’s cheek. “You okay, beautiful?” he asked him softly and apologetically.
Fletcher nodded, seemingly unable to form words as Taylor slowly moved in and out of him. Fletcher clenched around him and Taylor worried he would come at any second. “I’m going to speed it up a little. Is that okay?”
“Please fuck me, Taylor,” Fletcher whined. He grabbed Taylor’s hand and took his thumb into his mouth and began sucking on it.
“Holy shit,” Taylor breathed. “Such a good boy, Fletch. Keep sucking on that while I fuck you, sweetheart.” Taylor couldn’t even fathom the sight of it. Fletcher was just too perfect.
“Mmm,” Fletcher hummed around him. “You feel so good, baby. Your cock fills me right up.”
Taylor started to pick up the pace. “Does that feel good, sweetheart? You’re so fucking tight, Fletch.”
Fletcher looked at him with glossy eyes and nodded. “Keep moving, babe.”
“Stroke yourself,” Taylor told him softly. Fletcher immediately reached down with his free hand and began pumping himself. He looked down and watched as his own cock moved in his hand.
“Eyes on me, sweet boy,” Taylor cooed. “I wanna see you.” Fletcher looked up at Taylor and quickly leaned his head up for a kiss.
“Am I your sweet boy?” Fletcher asked with a smirk on his face. Taylor quickly sped up and thrust even harder. Fletcher let out a whimper as Taylor seemingly hit his spot. “Oh fuck, Taylor!” He wrapped his arms behind the back of Taylor’s neck and brought Taylor’s forehead down to rest on his.
“You’re my sweet boy,” Taylor answered roughly. He could feel his orgasm approach. “You’re such a good fucking boy, Fletch. My sweet, sweet boy. Perfect fucking golden boy.”
“Your golden boy, Taylor,” Fletcher sighed. He ran his hands through Taylor’s hair. Chills ran down Taylor’s spine as Fletcher tugged roughly on his hair. “I’m your boy,” he breathed. “No one else’s.”
“My boy,” Taylor repeated. “Fuck!” He grunted. He brushed Fletcher’s hair out of his face. Fletcher probably needed a hair cut but Taylor selfishly hoped he’d grow his hair out.
“Only yours, Taylor,” Fletcher said again, sounding a little frantic. “Your good boy.”
Taylor’s body shook as he filled up his condom inside of Fletcher.
Fletcher’s strokes slowed as he came on hot spurts on his chest. Taylor swiped a finger down and brought some of it to his mouth. Fletcher grabbed his face and kissed him. “Mine,” Taylor said softly.
“So fucking yours,” Fletcher smiled.
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