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“Jayme is going to be pissed. I can’t believe he challenged me to a battle.”
Michael rolled his eyes. No, Jackson wasn’t a little. Or even a middle. But was there like a teenage regression? Was that a thing? Because that was how Jackson acted when it was just the three of them.
If they were at the club or anyone else was around, Jackson played the clown. That wasn’t how he was with Michael and Daddy Finn though. It had been Jackson who’d brought Michael out of his shell and encouraged his exploration into being a little.
Serving Avery and Jace, Caleb and Grant, and Mitch and Byron had Michael so jealous. He’d watched each of those relationships start and grow. The care and love the Daddies had for their boys had been obvious even to an outsider. Michael had already been crushing on Master Finn but hadn’t thought he’d stood a chance.
Jackson would sit with him after Michael was done with his shift at the club and just talk to him. Jackson had noticed the looks that Michael had sent Finn’s way and had offered him advice.
Even though Jackson seemed close to his own friend group, Michael often wondered if any of them knew the real Jackson, the sweet and kind side of the man. He hoped so. Jackson didn’t like to talk about his past, but he had said a few things here and there that made Michael wonder how bad his childhood had been.
Jackson had never once mentioned his mother. While a few of his comments had mentioned his father, Michael didn’t know anything about either parent. Should he ask? Michael didn’t think so. Jackson would share if he wanted to, wouldn’t he?
Again, Jackson cheered. “Oh, Marco, you don’t want any of this,” Jackson said.
Finn chuckled. “You're not going to have any friends left to play with if you keep it up,” he warned.
Jackson grunted.
Guess Jackson wasn’t too worried about it.
Sitting back, Michael studied Jackson. No, Michael wouldn’t push Jackson, and it didn’t really matter if Michael knew all or about his past or not. Just like he’d been ignoring all the rumors about Jackson’s job.
That he was getting more curious about.
Jackson had gone out and bought a Harley on a whim. It would take Michael years to save up for something like that. He drove a twenty-year-old car, as a matter of fact.
“You okay, little bit?” Finn asked, leaning against Michael’s shoulder.
Michael loved his new nickname. That had to mean that Daddy Finn was truly becoming comfortable with his role in Michael’s life. Daddy Finn had told Michael so many times that he wasn’t a Daddy and was too old for Michael, but now it seemed like all those worries had disappeared.
Did Michael sometimes worry that it had been too easy? Yes, he did. Was he willing to question things? Nope. Not at all.
He rolled to his knees before he climbed up onto the couch and into Daddy Finn’s lap. He jostled Jackson’s shoulder, but Jackson didn’t take his eyes or fingers off the tablet.
“I good,” Michael answered Finn. He was great in fact. Being able to spend extended time in regression was a true gift.
Finn kissed Michael gently. Leaning into Daddy Finn’s muscular arms, Michael dug his fingers into his Daddy’s pecs. Finn pulled away, leaving Michael to release a dreamy smile.
Nothing bad could touch him when he was in his Daddy’s arms.
* * * * *
Finn
He tickled Michael’s sides, causing his little one to squirm and laugh. Kneeling next to his legs, Jackson chuckled as well. Finn finished changing Michael’s diaper before he pulled the soft lounge pants back up.
“Who’s hungry?” he asked.
“Me!” Michael waved his hand around.
“I could eat,” Jackson said.
Finn helped Michael slide off the tall bed before Finn tugged on the chain connected to his belt. The thin silver link to the leather restraints had been a brilliant idea. Every time that Finn tugged on the chain, Jackson would give a small smile. One he probably thought Finn didn’t notice. Finn noticed everything.
He’d also noticed that Jackson had stopped trying to get the restraints off his wrists. Finn would be taking the chain and cuffs with him when he left the cabin. He’d make sure to send his buddy some money and was certain that no one would mind he’d claimed them.
When they’d first started the plan and design for the cabin, it had been to just get away from the world. A small place for a little peace and quiet. The plans had grown until it had also become a place where they could take their partners for some time alone. Finn loved his club, but the privacy was what the three of them needed at the time. Finn had no doubt that Jackson would have fought him harder if he’d first attempted this at the club. Now Jackson could accept that he belonged to Finn. No question that things would get more complicated once they returned, but a few more days and Finn thought Jackson wouldn’t even realize how much he was submitting.
