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Carter: Is Jake a daddy? Like the kink?
Carter: Asking for a friend (you know the one)
Well… fuck.
There seems to be a mini-party happening when we get back to the safehouse, the survivors well on their way to getting drunk while dancing in the living room. Carter tosses his hands in the air and yells, “Travis!” when he sees my best friend. Travis's face lights up as he heads straight to the man he loves, Carter barreling at him until they’re colliding in a violently happy hug.
I look away, searching for my own boy. I find him by Nolan with a drink in one hand and a look of envy on his face as he watches the hugging couple. Bryce teases Carter. Nolan defends him, following the defense up with a drunken proposition to Maison. I pass Maison - standing baffled with his jaw dropped and his cheeks amusingly pink - and head to Casey, hoping he isn’t as wasted as the rest of them. I had hoped to have a valuable conversation with him tonight so we could figure out how to move forward with our budding relationship. That can’t happen if he’s steeped in alcohol.
“Hey,” Casey says the moment I’m close enough to hear over the blaring music. He steps into me, his free hand pressing against my chest. “You’re home.”
“Finally.” I put my hand over his. “How many of those drinks have you had?”
“I’ve just been nursing this one." He blushes before admitting, "I overheard Ace saying you were on your way back. I wanted to stay sober.”
I wish we’d already had our talk because I want more than anything to call him a good boy. Instead, I settle with, “I’m glad. I was hoping we could have that talk tonight.”
“I’d like that.” His eyes dart around. “But not here.”
“Definitely not here. Want to go for a walk?”
He smiles. “Sure.”
With a hand on the small of his back, I lead him through the room and out the door. It’s a matter of seconds before I feel a shiver run through him from the cool breeze. I shrug out of my jacket, draping it over his shoulders. He blushes beautifully as he mumbles a thank you and pulls it tighter around himself. The trees across the river are starting to change color around the edges. I smile, excited to enjoy my first of hopefully many autumns with him.
"I'm glad you're safe," he says after we've taken a few more steps.
"I made a promise, didn't I?"
He grins, but his gaze remains on the ground like he's nervous to look at me. "Yeah, you did. And you don't break those."
"No. I don't." I reach for his hand, slotting our fingers together. His feet stutter to a stop before he finally turns his pretty blue eyes on me. I squeeze his hand like a reward. "I missed you, little one."
"I missed you too. Like crazy."
"I want to talk about us, if you're ready?"
His cheeks flush again, but he doesn't look away. "I'm ready." And then, before I can start, he blurts, "Are you going to want me to call you daddy?"
Oh boy.
Well, here goes nothing.
"I want you to call me that if you think I deserve it. Being a daddy is something special to me. It's not just a kinky pet name I want tossed out during sex. It's much more than that."
He tilts his head, looking thoughtful. "Can you explain it to me? What it means to you?"
"I'd love to." I pull him over to the swing, getting us settled so he's halfway in my lap and all cuddled up against me. He sighs contentedly as I pull the jacket up where it was starting to slip off one of his shoulders. "Being a daddy means something different to everyone, depending on their wants and needs. On their dynamic. To me, being your daddy means this. Caring about you. Taking care of you. Removing the weight off your shoulders whenever I can. It means giving you what you need, and giving you what you want, and knowing when the two are different. It means saving you every day for the rest of your life. And it means letting you save me back."
He shifts so he can look at me, his blue eyes full of tears. "You’ve already been doing all that."
"I suppose I have." I cup his cheek, stroking it with my thumb. He shivers and shuffles closer. "It also means making you feel good. Kissing you and touching you and loving every inch of you. Filling you up with daddy's cock when you feel empty and aching. Leaving my cum inside you so you don't forget you're daddy's good little boy."
His next inhale is sharp, his pupils blown wide. He squirms and looks away. I know that if I reached down between his legs, I'd find him hard. Good. "Would you like all of that, Casey?"
"Yes," he says quickly. He nods too, emphasizing his enthusiasm. "Yes, please."
"You'd have to listen to me. You'd have to let me take care of you. If I'm your daddy, I'm not going to let you push me away. I'm not going to let you get away with not eating or taking care of yourself properly. I'll step in when you need me, whether you like it or not." I grip his chin gently, forcing him to look me in the eyes. "I can just be your boyfriend, Casey. If that's what you want. I can put the part of me that wants to be your daddy away and never bring him up again. But if you want me as your daddy instead, you need to know what you'll be getting."
