“It’s not completely selfless either. If studying is easier, then you’ll have more time to spend with me.”
I snort. “Well, when you put it that way.”
“Good. It’s settled. You can get it set up when we get back this evening. Now, we probably need to get ready if we’re going to get to my parents’ house on time.”
“Oh, crap.” I jump up, careful to grab the box with my new tablet first.
“No need to panic. We have time. But I thought maybe we could use our time in the shower to help you relax a little.”
Well, my dick is certainly interested in that option, a fact I’m sure Matthias figures out real fast, considering how thin these pajama pants are. “That sounds nice.”
Matthias chuckles. “I’m glad, Firecracker. Come on.”
As I hustle past him, he gives my ass a playful swat. I can’t help the squeak that comes out of me. It’s surprisingly erotic. In all the research that I did after Matthias told me he’s a Daddy, I read a lot about spanking. Apparently, I’m ridiculously vanilla because the idea never crossed my mind before. Since then, I’ve done a little bit of… investigating. Mostly via porn. I know, it’s not a super reliable resource, but it’s not like you can look that kind of stuff up in the college library.
I’m curious, but I’m not sure how I ask for it.Oh, hey, can you pass the potatoes, and also how would you feel about spanking me lateris not good dinner conversation.
“Whatever’s going through that head of yours must be good.” Matthias catches up to me in the bathroom and wraps his arms around me.
“No idea what you’re talking about.” This is not Christmas morning on the way to meet the parents talk.
“Oh, really?” He slides his hands down and runs his palm over my erection. “Nothing?”
“Nope.” I’m willing to stick to that story. At least for now. Plus, I’m pretty sure I can distract him in the shower.
MATTHIAS
“Mom. Dad. We’re here,” I announce as we walk into the house. Frank keeps close behind me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear on him. I’ve told him several times that I’ll stay by his side for as long as he wants, but I’m not sure he believes me. I intend to prove it to him today; make sure he knows he’s my priority.
“We’re in the living room,” my mom calls back.
I grab Frank’s hand and lead him through the house until we find my family. As usual, there’s a few others in attendance. One of the partners at my dad’s firm and his wife, my uncle, Finn, and my parents’ next-door neighbor, Doris.
“Merry Christmas. I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Frank.” I give his hand a squeeze and turn back to the group. “Frank, this is my father, Leon, my uncle, Finn, and my mom, Edith. Over on the couch is our neighbor, Doris, my coworker, Stephen, and his wife, Alexis.” They each give him a little smile.
“Merry Christmas,” Frank says.
“Come, sit. We want to hear all about you.” My mom pats the spot on the couch next to her. Frank looks back at me for a second before taking the seat. “Now, Frank, tell me all about your life.”
“There’s not much to tell.” He picks at a non-existent piece of fuzz on his grey dress pants. I told him he didn’t need to wear anything special, but he insisted on dressing up. His forest green sweater is a little loose on his body, the opposite of what I’m used to seeing him in.
“Oh, I don’t believe that for a minute. What do you do for work?”
“Um… construction and landscaping.” Frank’s voice drips with embarrassment. I’d step in, but I know my mom well enough to know she has the situation under control. It’s one of her superpowers—making people feel seen and appreciated.
“I’ve always admired people who are good at working with their hands. It must be satisfying to see something you’re working on come together.”
Frank beams. “It is. I love seeing a place come to life, completely changed.”
“It’s nice when you like your work. Now, what else should I know about you?”
I nod at Frank, and he gives me a timid smile. Satisfied that he’ll be okay for a few moments, I head for the kitchen to put the pies in the fridge and grab a drink.
“He seems like a good guy.” My father leans against the doorframe, giving me one of his knowing looks.
“Frank’s the best. He’s got a lot of stuff going on, but he has a great attitude and keeps moving forward.” I don’t pretend to know what that’s like. I’ve worked hard my whole life, but things have been relatively easy.
“I think he’s good for you.”
