Baran shook his hand, feeling a bit more at ease. “It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Fletcher.”
They settled into the living room, and Darien took a deep breath before speaking. “Jonathan, I need your help. Baran is from Turkey. His father disowned him, and it’s not safe for him to go back. He wants to stay here and attend school, but he needs a student visa. The problem is, he has to be accepted first.”
Jonathan listened. “I understand. It sounds like a difficult situation. Baran, what are your academic interests?”
Baran hesitated, then replied, “I’m interested in teaching English.”
Jonathan nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “That’s great to hear. We have a strong English program at NYU. I’ll see what I can do to help you get accepted. The first step is to get your academic records and any necessary documents in order.”
Darien felt a wave of relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Jonathan. This means a lot to both of us.”
Jonathan reached over and gave Darien’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You know I’ve got your back, Darien. And, Baran, welcome to our community. We’ll do everything we can to support you.”
Baran’s face lit up with hope. “Thank you so much, Mr. Fletcher. I appreciate it more than words can express.”
They spent the rest of the visit discussing the steps needed to secure Baran’s acceptance and visa, and by the time they left, Darien felt confident they were on the right path. The support ofa friend and the warmth of a welcoming home made the future look a little brighter for Baran.
Chapter Eleven
Baran
After Daddy Darien andBaran left Jonathan’s home, they drove through the bustling city to the sound of traffic and honking horns.
“Where are we going?” Baran asked.
“It’s a surprise.” Daddy Darien patted his thigh.
“Keep going,” Baran said.
“Too dangerous driving in the city. But tonight, if you sleep with me, we can have some fun.”
“Yes, I want to sleep with you every night.”
“That’s music to my ears.” He pulled into a parking space, then leaned over and softly kissed Baran on the cheek, leaving the lingering scent of his cologne.
The kiss sent chills running throughout his body. While he enjoyed the kiss, Daddy Darien ran his hand up Baran’s leg and landed on his cock.
“Oh, that feels good. You tricked me.”
“You’d better watch out for me.” He opened his door, then went around the car and opened the door for Baran. It was the first time anyone had opened a door for him.
Baran couldn’t contain his excitement as Daddy Darien led him through the festive streets, their breath visible in the crisp winter air. The city was filled with holiday cheer, twinkling lights on every storefront and the sound of carolers were heard.
Daddy Darien had mentioned a surprise, and Baran’s curiosity was piqued. They arrived at a small, beautifully decorated train station. The sight that greeted Baran took his breath away: an old-fashioned red train, covered with garland and twinkling lights, stood waiting on the tracks. A sign overhead read, “Holiday Express Restaurant.”
“Daddy Darien, this is amazing! I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“I thought you’d like it. Let’s go aboard.”
They stepped onto the train, the warmth inside a stark contrast to the chilly evening. The interior was a cozy haven, with plush seats and tables set for a festive meal. The windows offered a view of the snowy landscape outside, adding to the enchanting atmosphere.
As they took their seats at a tiny table against the window, Baran noticed a jolly man in a red suit making his way through the car. “Is that…?”
“Santa!” Daddy Darien confirmed, laughing at Baran’s delight.
Santa stopped by their table, greeting them with a hearty “Ho, ho, ho!” and handed out small gifts. The pure magic of the evening filled Baran with warmth. His first Christmas experience and now he wished he had celebrated as a child.
Baran looked around the cozy train car, taking in the festive decorations and the soft hum of holiday music. The gentle swaying of the train added to the charm of the evening, making it feel like a scene from a holiday movie. A cheerful elf approached their table, carrying menus adorned with holiday motifs.
