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“Really? Because you were pretty interested in my pants last night—”
“Daddy,” Craig says, sounding shocked, but turns to him for a hug, always eager to be embarrassed so long as he can cling to Sam and be reassured.
God, he’ll miss that. Sam holds him tightly and has a sudden urge to cry just at the thought of letting Craig go. Crying! That is definitely his boy’s influence. Sam clears his throat and forces himself to let Craig go. “Seriously, sweetheart. Do let me know if you want to change or need me to shut up about certain things.”
“What are you talking about?” Craig asks.
“Well, I think you’re just at the point where being damp isn’t going to be a nice reminder of what we’ve been up to but an annoyance. And you might not like thinking about what all we did together. I won’t… when this is over, I won’t remind you, you know? I’ll talk to you in the halls or in public as an equal and will do my best not to embarrass you.”
Fuck, it’s hard to say. Sam turns to the dishes and blinks back emotion, and that has never happened before.
“And I do have more absorbent submissive briefs on hand, if you want them,” Sam babbles, voice gruff.
“I—oh,” Craig says. “Thanks? But I haven’t hit that point yet. I don’t feel that way, but if you want me to change, I guess I could. You probably don’t want me getting all of your clothes dirty.”
“Laundry is the least of my concerns,” he says and forces himself to look back at Craig.
Craig’s shoulders are slumped, arms curled protectively around himself.
“Sweetheart,” he says and pulls Craig into his embrace.
Craig whimpers into his chest.
Sam is beyond relieved that he still has his submissive for a little longer. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I love that you’re leaking my come, and I’m so grateful that you’re still enjoying our time together. It’s going to change soon, and I wouldn’t be doing a good job if I didn’t at least mention it,” he says and kisses Craig on the cheek.
“What if it doesn’t? What if I don’t change my mind?”
“That isn’t how it works, Craig. When your cycle ends, the submissive urges will recede. You’ll see.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t even call you Daddy now?” Craig whispers.
“No, baby,” Sam says gently, wanting to reassure him. He wants to make sure they’re on the same page. And there is a very small part of him that’s clinging to the hope that maybe Craig won’t radically change in personality by the morning.
Maybe when Craig said that he’s always wanted a Daddy, and he’s always going to want to be knotted and claimed whether he’s in or out of cycle, he meant it. Craig’s history is just about weird enough that it’s possible. Isn’t it? He’s trying not to get his hopes up, but if there’s any chance that he could keep Craig, then he’s willing to fight for it.
At the very least, that means making it clear that he wants him.
“You should call me Daddy as long as you want to. As long as you feel it. You are going to be the one to pull away. I’m just waiting on you, waiting for you to decide you’ve had enough. You can have a Daddy for as long as you want.”
“And what if I don’t ever want to stop? I don’t want to go, Daddy. I don’t…. Where do I even go?”
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I want you so goddamned badly that I can hardly think about you leaving. But that’s no excuse not to tell you. Your service is done, sweetheart. You have the option—you can try to reenlist, or you can just leave the military with your retirement and start a new life for yourself. It’s your choice. You won’t have a ton of money, but it’s enough to live on if you’re fairly careful and you go somewhere that isn’t really expensive.”
He squeezes Craig’s arms, wanting to be reassuring. “Look, you are welcome to stay here with me for as long as you want. I swear to you that this is an open invitation. But you’ve been given a place to live. I could… I can show it to you tonight if you want?” Sam forces himself to offer. It’s the right thing to do.
“No, thank you,” Craig says and blinks rapidly. “I don’t want that.”
“Well. Good. Then you just stay here with me. Where I want you.” He laughs in relief. “Fuck, I’m so glad you’re mine for a little bit longer. Tomorrow we can go see.”
“Fine.” Craig kisses him, arms around his neck, and Sam wants to be distracted and groans at the effort it takes to pull back. But he needs to tell him everything. It just isn’t fair to Craig to keep him in the dark.
“All soldiers dealing with reentry into society are given an apartment on base for a year. You’ll meet with doctors and therapists, a reintegration specialist, and get job training. You’re not going to be abandoned. In a lot of ways, your life is just starting now. So, you can stay with me, but you don’t have to. You’re not trapped.”
“You could never make me feel trapped.”
“Let’s see how you feel tomorrow.”
“But it’s my choice. If I do want to stay with you, then I can?” Two perfect tears slide down Craig’s cheeks.
