“You have me for as long as you want.”
“How about forever?” I ask, my voice full of humor and hope.
“Forever sounds good. Now how about I start up another video and go grab you a snack? Surely my boy is hungry by now.”
“Can we have some more fruit?”
His smile grows wider. “Of course! Anything for my boy.”
As Daddy leaves to get the food and the video begins to play, I smile to myself. This really has been the most amazing day. Really, the most amazing week.
I stumbled into a great job, I'm surrounded by truly supportive people, and I gained a boyfriend who's also my Daddy. I don't know where the future is going to take me, but I'm pretty fucking excited about it.
Chapter Eight
Brett
That first day I got to spend with my boy was utter perfection. We spent the majority of it curled up on the couch together watching cat videos and cooking shows. When dinner time came around, we loaded up and went back to see Nellie, Janelle, and Luna for dinner. The three of them welcomed us with open arms.
Since Luna wasn’t in her kitten mindset, she even sat with my boy and spoke with him about being new to the kink lifestyle. He had lots of questions about pet play. No one judged him for his curiosity. In fact, they were overjoyed to tell their stories.
In the two weeks since then, we’ve spent time together every single day. It helps that we work together. The added convenience of being in close proximity half the week serves to build our bond.
But even when we’re not working, we manage to make time for one another. He mostly stays at my place, though he does welcome me into his apartment from time to time.
There’s only one thing we haven’t done yet, and I intend to rectify it immediately. For all the times my boy has asked me to fuck him, I’ve held back. Part of me didn’t want to rush him. Really, I think it boils down to the pressure I felt at ensuring he had the best experience for our first time together.
For Pete’s sake, I sucked his cock in a prop room that first time. I couldn’t let something like that happen again no matter how badly I wanted to take him any chance I could.
I sort of had performance anxiety about it all if I’m being honest. I’d built it all up to where I didn’t know if I could fully deliver.
It’s now or never though. I can’t have my boy thinking I don’t want him. It is very much the opposite of that.
I crave him.
I need him.
There is not a single decision I make not that doesn’t involve him in some way. He’s become an instrumental part of my life in that regard.
Knocking on his door, I take a deep breath as I wait for him to answer. My visit is somewhat of a surprise. The somewhat part being that I’m not supposed to be here for another hour.
“Daddy?” he asks as soon as he swings the door open. “You’re early! I’m not ready.”
Shaking my head, I hand him the flowers I grabbed on my way. “That’s not true. I think you’re more than ready.”
He frowns at my words. “What do you mean? I’m not even dressed yet.”
As he motions to his body, I finally get what he means. My boy is in nothing more than a towel and a t-shirt. His hair is still wet too.
“Did you just get out of the shower?” My question comes out damn near breathless.
All my planning, all my hard work, slides down the drain. Any patience I had disappears at his nod.
I shut the still open door behind me, latch it, and then swing him into my arms. My boy squeals as he wraps his arms tightly around my neck.
“What are you doing?!”
Words don’t come. I doubt they’d help much anyway.
