“I’d like to go with you, Daddy.” He tilts his head, frowning a little. “Is that too trusting? Am I too trusting? I mean, I’ve been home with guys I’ve met in clubs before, so this isn’t really any different to that. Except I’m thousands of miles from home.Although I have known you longer than any of those guys. So, if youarea murderer, you’re playing a seriously long game.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“You’re not a murderer, are you?”
“No. But then, if I were one, I’d still say ’no’, wouldn’t I?”
“Hmm, true. Oh, well, I think I’ll take my chances.” He smothers a yawn. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Shall I take you to your friends’ place?”
He tilts his head. “You really wouldn’t mind if I fell asleep on you tonight?”
“No.”
He rakes his teeth over his lower lip. “Then I’d like to go home with you, Daddy.”
“We’ll take the subway.” I take his hand and lead him toward the closest station.
“Could we go via a pharmacy?” he asks, sheepishly.
“Do you have a headache?” I often get one when I’m jetlagged. “I’ve got some Advil at home.”
“Uh, no. It’s just, if we’re gonna have fun in the morning, I’d want to…”
“Ah! Sure. There’s one near my apartment.”
A subway ride and pharmacy stop later, I let Ty into my apartment.
“Oh, this isnice,” he says, gazing around the bright white combined living space. It’s a lounge, dining area, and kitchen all in one.
“I love the decor. You’ve got great taste, Daddy.”
I hook my fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and pull him against me. “So do you.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders. “Obviously. I fancy you.” His gaze flicks between my eyes and my lips. From the way he’s trembling with need, I’m certain he wants me to kiss him.
“I’ve got a spare toothbrush,” I say in a husky whisper.
“I think you’re the only person in the universe who could make that sound sexy.”
“The bathroom’s through there.” I nod at one of the internal doors. “And the bedroom’s that way.” I nod at the other. “Why don’t you get ready for bed?”
“I’ve got nothing to wear.”
I brush my lips over his, not kissing him. Not yet. “You can borrow one of my t-shirts, if you like.” They’ll be a bit big on him, but that’s more comfortable for sleeping.
He hums as though debating my offer. “That’s very sweet of you, Daddy, but I like sleeping naked. Is that okay?”
“Very okay.”
He yawns. “I wish I weren’t so tired.”
“I don’t mind, honestly. What kind of Daddy would I be if I did? You need rest. As you said, we can pick up in the morning.” I let him go and nudge him toward the bathroom. “Get ready for bed, boy.”
He shivers. “Yes, Daddy.”
He slips into the bathroom and closes the door. Smiling, I go to the bedroom to make sure I haven’t accidentally left any underwear on the floor or something. I haven’t. It’s neat and tidy, with clean bedding. I take off my jacket and tie, and undo my shirt buttons, making myself much more comfortable.
