15. Chapter 15

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Will

M y mind kept up a list of all the amazing things Nathan did while I was at work. Such as how he’d made me freaking pancakes Monday morning. The best part was seeing Nathan in an apron, shirtless and in only lounge pants, he was extremely distracting. And the image of his bare feet and freckled muscles flexing as he served me breakfast and kissed my forehead was what I kept going back to at the stadium.

The sex and shower together had been heaven, but the simple pleasure of having Daddy take care of me with such gentle sweetness, like I was precious to him? That was the real treat.

Somehow, I found a man into being a Daddy as much as I wanted to be a boy. Something I’d only admitted in my deepest heart’s desire.

The football game passed by in a blur after my sleepover with Nathan. I was dead on my feet when I got home, but I made sure to call him and was rewarded with the hottest phone sex I’d ever had.

We fit together in more than our kinks, too. I’d learned we had similar taste in music and movies, not to mention sports. It felt like way too soon to be having hopes for the future, but I couldn’t help myself.

We’d only been able to text and have one short phone call since Tuesday, so by the time Saturday rolled around, I was jumping out of my skin to see Nathan again.

There was still a few hours to go until he was off work, so I’d cleaned my apartment and my ass. Daddy was staying over and I wanted to be prepared for anything!

While Nathan had never given any indication he didn’t like my body hair, I worried I wasn’t boyish enough. I’d briefly considered shaving, but I was hairy after years on T and didn’t know where to start. He had been telling me how hot he thought I was since we started talking, so I put the razor down after finishing my neck. Nathan was doing wonders for my self-esteem, and he wasn’t even in the room

By the time I got dinner out of the oven and on the table I’d set, my nerves were so on edge I almost jumped out of my skin when the doorbell rang.

Rushing to the door, I forgot I was wearing oven mitts and fumbled with the lock. I opened the door to find Daddy in one of his sexy suits, and I threw myself in his arms. “Hi, Daddy!”

“Hi, baby boy,” Daddy chuckled but he didn’t hold me tight. I leaned back to see the problem, and took in his overnight bag that was much fancier than mine. In his other hand he held flowers and a teddy bear.

“Oh,” I froze in place as my brian processed why he would have those things. No one had ever given me flowers before, not even when I was female-presenting. “Are those for me?”

“Happy early Christmas, sweetheart,” Nathan smiled at me and I melted. He was the most perfect Daddy in the world.

He handed me the bouquet, a mix of light peonies, dark anemones, and winter greenery. They weren’t just basic roses from the corner store. He must have hand picked it all, which was even more thoughtful considering I knew plants better than most.

“I love them, thank you,” I gushed, leaning in to receive his kiss on my lips.

“Can I come in now?” Nathan asked when we parted and I found him smiling at me again. We’d been standing in my doorway talking and kissing while there was a light drizzle outside.

“Oops, yes, come in,” I stepped back and took his overnight bag. Setting it on the couch, I led him toward the table in the corner. “I’ll get a vase for these.”

“Wait,” Nathan stopped me with a hand on my upper arm. He took the flowers from me and set them on the table beside the pot roast I’d made, replacing them with the teddy bear in my hands. In my excitement over the flowers, I almost missed the fact that Daddy had brought me the gift. “Teddy here has a special message for you.”

“He has a name?” I asked, holding the adorable bear up to admire his soft brown fur and red bow. On his arm there was a green notecard tied with a gold string, and the image gave me a deep sense of deja vu. “Did it come on the card?”

“You can name him whatever you’d like, sweetheart, but I’ve been calling him Teddy all week,” Nathan told me, reaching out to toy with the bear’s soft ear. He looked both excited and apprehensive, his pale forehead creasing but his smile never wavering under his beard. “You can read the note now.”

If Nathan had the bear all week, it meant he bought it days ago anticipating giving it to me, and my heart warmed as I opened the note. One side had familiar handwriting, cramped to fit on half of the inside. It was my note to Santa from Nathan’s store.

“You–” I started, but the unfamiliar writing on the opposite side caught my attention. In a blocky script, there was a new note.

Dear Santa,

Will has a Daddy to give him hugs, tuck him into bed, and to watch football games with. A Daddy who loves him exactly as he is. I’ve got this covered!

Daddy Nathan

P.S. I hope he wants to cuddle me as much as his new teddy bear when I ask him to be my boy.

Blinking when the words started to blur, I realized I’d started crying. He’d read my note and knew all along what I’d asked Santa for Christmas. Instead of being embarrassed, I felt joy in knowing he was taking care of me before we’d even started dating.

“Are those happy tears?” Nathan asked, running his thumb across my cheeks to dry them. I nodded but couldn’t speak yet. “Do you want to be my boy?”

Sniffling, I met his gaze. He looked hopeful at my expression, but waited patiently for me to gather my thoughts. Nathan wanted me to be his boy. No, not Nathan… “Yes, Daddy. I want to be your boy.”

Cupping my face in his hands, Nathan wiped away a few more tears. I clung to him with my free hand as he tilted my head back. “You’re perfect, baby boy. And I can’t wait to shower you with attention.”

A whimper broke free as Daddy leaned in to capture my lips with his. He started slow, and soft, but we quickly deepened the kiss. I let him take me over, body and mind, as he licked into my mouth and his tongue tangled with mine. I thrust my hips into his and realized we were dry-humping through our clothes. Nathan groaned and I felt his hardness against my hip.

“Dinner can keep,” I murmured against his lips, separating to take his hand in mine. Biting my swollen lower lip, I put myself out there to get what I wanted, since it worked with my note to Santa, “I’m hungry for you, Daddy.”

“Sweetheart, you can eat me all you like.” Nathan grabbed his bag from the couch on the way and followed me into the bedroom. “So long as I can feast on you.”

Daddy was going to learn I was insatiable when it came to him.