Page 6 of Milk Drunk

While looking for a cup in the kitchen, I found a bottle of Advil and grabbed it. He would thank me later. I filled a cup with water from a jug in the fridge and then headed back to check on him.

When I got back to the bathroom, the door was now fully open and Casey was standing at the sink. The water was running and his toothbrush was in his hand, but he wasn’t moving. At all. Poor boy. His eyes were barely open.

"Hey, bud." I turned off the water and covered the hand holding the toothbrush with mine. "Lemme help you with this."

He nodded and let me guide his hand as he brushed his teeth. His eyes closed during the process. He was so trusting and sweet.

After getting him cleaned up, I handed him two Advil and the water.

Casey swallowed both.

“Bed?”

He nodded sleepily.

I took his hand and led him to his bedroom. Thankfully, the apartment was small, so I didn't need to ask where his room was. The sweet boy was in no state to be giving directions. I was surprised he hadn't fallen asleep at the sink before I reached him, honestly.

I sat him on the edge of his bed then found a pair of pajamas in the second drawer. I wasn’t sure what he’d want, so I picked out a soft cotton set covered in cartoon clouds. They were absolutely adorable, and while they were Little coded, they could be Big, too. “What about these?”

He peeked in my direction and gave the hint of a nod. “Mmmm.”

Since he wasn’t making any effort to get changed, I helped him out of his club clothes and into the pjs. He was like dead weight as I shifted him from side to side, but he thanked me a few times for the help. And when I asked for consent each step of the way, he gave it. He was truly precious.

Once he was dressed, I pulled back the comforter and got him settled into his bed. I tucked him in and loved the way he snuggled into his pillow. “Is there anything else I can get for you, sweetheart?”

"More milk?" His voice was soft and his eyes were already closed again.

"Of course." There had been enough time for my supply to replenish from the evening, so I got on the bed beside him and leaned against the headboard at a slightly awkward angle.

He instantly curled into my side.

If he was mine, I would have pulled him onto my lap and dozed off with him. But he wasn’t, so I couldn't. Yet.

Once Casey was latched on, his whole body seemed to melt against me. It didn’t take long for the same steady pull I felt earlier to loosen the tension in my muscles too. I could have stayed in this position forever, but his breathing evened out quickly. The sweet boy fell fast asleep.

That was good. He needed it.

Not wanting to wake him, I stayed here until I was sure he was in a deep sleep and wouldn’t be bothered by my movement. But that was also an excuse because I wanted to watch him sleep forever. It made me feel things I hadn’t felt before. Who knew it was possible to get addicted to the sound of soft snores and contented sighs.

Eventually my conscience caught up with me and reminded me it was wrong to linger here when he didn’t ask me to.

Despite not wanting to do it, I eased out from under his arm and scooted off the bed. I left the water and Advil on his nightstand and then headed out. On my way out, I noticed a stack of his business cards next to his mail. I grabbed one and slid it into my pocket. I’d promised the staff at Primal that I’d get him home safely. He was home safely, but I wouldn’t be able to rest tomorrow until I knew he was feeling okay about everything that happened.

After I let myself out, I made sure the door locked behind me. He wasn’t my boy, but for the first time in a long time, it was easy to imagine what life might look like if he was.

4

CASEY

I woke up with my face smashed into my pillow, a headache I doubted Advil could touch, and my eyes so dry they hurt to open.

At first, the discomfort distracted me from my memories of how I got here. Then I remembered. Everything I did and said to Jason came back in a tidal wave of shame and regret as I pulled the blanket over my head and wished I could disappear.

Talk about embarrassing.

Did the sexiest milk Daddy at Primal drive my car home and put me into pajamas or had that been a dream? I inched the blanket down to check. Yep. Those were my jams.

I reached down and felt under them to discover my boxers were still on. I wasn’t sure if I should feel relieved or disappointed by that. Not that I wanted him to see me naked when I was half asleep, but if he had…maybe he wouldn’t have left me alone.