14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Archer

"Somebody's in a hurry."

"I've been waiting forever, Daddy."

"Oh really? And just how long have you been waiting?"

"Since the first time I saw you in the building. You looked all intense and grumpy. And oh so sexy."

"Well, that does sound like a long time, sweet boy. Maybe we need to take care of that." I cupped his face with my hands and looked into his eyes. I lowered my gaze to his mouth, and he darted out his tongue, running it along his lips. "Oh, sweet boy, you're killing me." I wrapped my fingers in his hair and brought his lips to mine. He opened for me with no hesitation.

He pressed his body tight against mine as he returned my kiss, but like Crispin, I'd been waiting for this for what felt like forever. I wanted more. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head.

"Damn, boy, you are beautiful."

He dipped his chin a little, but the smile on his lips told me he enjoyed the compliment. "Thank you, Daddy," he said softly.

I pulled him back for another kiss, and he slid his hand up underneath my shirt, and the feel of his warm hands against my skin was almost my undoing.

"Maybe we should take this to the bedroom," I suggested.

"Yeah, your bedroom. We should definitely take this to your bedroom." He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust and his lips swollen from my kisses. If it weren't for the fact that this was going to be our first time, I would've said screw the bed and taken him right there, but this was our first time, and he deserved something more than a frantic fuck on the couch. I stood up, taking him with me and carried him across the room to my bedroom.

As soon as we were inside, I let him slide to the floor, and neither of us wasted any time removing the rest of our clothing. I went to the bedside table and took out a condom and a bottle of lube, setting them there where I could reach them later. He was standing there where I'd left him, watching me. I reached out my hand and he took it, and I pulled him with me to the side of the bed.

He looked up at me, licking his lips nervously.

"What is it, sweet boy?" I hoped we weren't moving too fast for him, but I was willing to stop if we were.

"Can I taste you, Daddy?" he asked timidly.

"Is that what you want?"

He nodded his head yes. And who was I to deny my boy what he wanted? "If that's what you want to do, go ahead."

He didn't waste any time, gracefully dropping to his knees before reaching out, taking my cock, and bringing it to his lips. He swirled his tongue around the head and then took me into his mouth. I let out a moan as his hot, wet mouth surrounded me. His lips tightened around me as he slid down to the root and slowly began to bob up and down. The sight of this beautiful boy on his knees in front of me was breathtaking, and I knew if he continued, I wouldn't last long. After a minute, I reached down under his armpits and pulled him up. He let out an adorable little whimper.

"Sweet boy, your mouth is pure sin, but I want to be inside your body when I come."

"Yes, please," he gasped.

"Hop up on the bed for me," I said as I reached over and picked up the lube and condom from where I'd laid them earlier. He hurried to do as I said, and fuck, if this sexy boy laying on my bed naked in front of me wasn't the best thing I'd ever seen, I didn't know what was. I moved up on the bed to join him, positioning myself on my knees between his legs. I rolled on the condom and then opened the bottle, pouring some of the lube onto my hands. He spread his legs wider, giving me plenty of access.

I pressed one finger in, sliding it in and out of his hole, then added a second. I pumped in and out, twisting them around and stretching him as he moaned. Once I was sure he was ready, I got into position and slid into him slowly, letting out a long groan as his tight channel surrounded me. I stilled, giving him a chance to adjust. I stayed there until I felt his body relax around me.

"Please move, Daddy. Please."

"Don't you worry, baby boy. Daddy will give you what you need."

I began to thrust into him harder and deeper, as the sounds he made spurred me on. Even outside of bed, he was so expressive. When he did something, it was easy to see he gave his whole self over to the feeling, and he was no different in bed. I thought that sex with him would be amazing, but it was more than that. It was everything, and I didn't think I would last much longer.

"Touch yourself for me, baby. I want you to come with me."

He did as I said and reached down, wrapped his hand around his leaking cock, and began stroking in time with my thrusts.

"Yes, just like that," I told him as I slammed into him over and over.

He cried out as he came, shooting streams of cum all over his stomach. I gripped his hips, holding him in place as I thrust deep inside him one more time, throwing my head back as I came, filling the condom with my release.

I dropped to the bed beside him and pulled him into my arms. He let me hold him there for a minute, then rolled to the side. "I'm getting you messy."

I reached down, ran one finger across his stomach, and brought it to my mouth. "There are worse ways to be messy, but lay right there, and I'll go get you a wet towel. Then we'll get some sleep."

Crispin

Last night was wonderful. Archer was wonderful. Being his boy was wonderful. But most of all, waking up in the morning after our first sleepover and not feeling awkward and out of sorts was wonderful. He'd woken me with featherlight kisses across my jaw, showing me how much he still wanted me this morning. That he was happy I stayed the night. It seemed like that every time I turned around, he blew my mind.

"Do you have time for breakfast, sweet boy?" he asked as he came to stand next to me at the bathroom sink.

I met his gaze in the mirror, and I wondered if this was more a reminder that he expected me to eat three meals a day than him actually asking me to have breakfast. I wanted to eat with him. I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, but I didn't want to disrupt his normal morning routine, either.

"If you don't have time, you don't have to worry. I'm going to stop in at Bram's bakery before I head into the studio."

"I have plenty of time to share a meal with you."

"Good. I'd like that, Daddy," I said, feeling inordinately pleased that we'd get some more time together before facing our days.

"Good. Me, too."

I'd brought everything I needed for today when I came over last night. As I took off my toothbrush cover, he plucked his toothbrush out of the holder on the counter and picked up the toothpaste. He opened it and held it out, so I obediently held the toothbrush out and let him put on the paste. Then he spread it on his own. As we stared at each other in the mirror, both of us began brushing our teeth. I thought this might be the best thing ever. Okay, let's not get crazy. It wasn't better than the sex, but still. There was something so domestic about us getting out of bed together, showering together, and now doing the other normal morning things.

After he bent and spat out his toothpaste, I immediately spit out mine, and we grinned at each other. Archer's eyes sparkled, and it made me feel all tingly inside that he was obviously enjoying this as much as me.

As soon as we both finished getting ready, we headed down to the bakery. When Archer clasped his hand with mine, twining our fingers, I was pretty sure that I might have flown away if not for his firm grip on me. Man, I really wanted to start every day like this.

"What are you grinning about, sweet boy?" he asked.

"Nothing." He squeezed my hand, and I felt him peering down at me. I rolled my eyes at myself for thinking I could get anything by Archer before peeking up at him from under my eyelashes. "I was thinking how much I like being with you," I admitted, feeling like a total sap.

He bent down and kissed my forehead. "I like being with you, too. If you'd asked me before this morning, I'd have said there's nothing like a good night's sleep, but I'd have been wrong. There's nothing like waking up to your gorgeous face in the morning."

Swoon. He was killing me. How was this the brooding man I used to see around the building? Archer was nothing but a big ol' marshmallow inside.

When we walked into the bakery, the first person I saw was Elton. He was scribbling furiously in a notebook, and he looked energized. I stared hard, hoping he'd sense it. It must've worked because he looked up and saw me and started beckoning me over with his hand. At least, he did until he saw Archer on the other side of me. The small grin he'd been giving me blossomed into a big smile as he mouthed, "Sleepover?"

I bobbed my head once in confirmation, raised my shoulders toward my ears, and gave him a goofy smile. He put his hand over his mouth and giggled. Yep, this was me strolling into the bakery for breakfast after the best sleepover ever, and I hoped to have many, man y more morning afters with Archer.

I'd been letting Archer lead me through the other customers, so when he squeezed my hand, I looked up at him. "Yes?"

He tipped his head forward. "Bram wants to know if you want to try a new recipe he made?"

It was then I realized that we were at the front of the line, and Bram was smirking at Archer. "Um, sure."

Bram's gaze moved to me and softened. "You don't have a choice. When you came in and got the scone the other day, I was thinking about my breakfast selection. I always make sausage rolls for the mornings, but I thought someone like you might enjoy something a little lighter. You've inspired me. I went through some of my old recipes and decided to try out Lorraine quiche bites. If they do well, I'll add them to my normal menu."

"Oh, you don't have to do anything special on my account."

Bram shrugged. "It's actually a pretty good idea. I'm not sure why I didn't think of it before."

"What are they exactly?" Archer asked.

Bram pulled on a glove, bent down, and pulled something small off one of the trays behind the glass case. He handed what looked like a little mini pie over to Archer. "It has eggs, Swiss cheese, bacon, red onion, some other seasonings, and its shell is made of phyllo."

That sounded pretty awesome. Archer took a bite and nodded. "This is good."

He held it out to me, and I leaned in, taking a small bite. My eyes widened when the flavor hit my taste buds. "These are delicious." I wasn't usually much of an egg eater, but a couple of these would be perfect.

"I'm happy you like them. Would you care for another?"

Would I? Suddenly I was ravenous. Maybe Archer was onto something with the whole, if I ate, my body would eventually start reminding me we had a routine. "Actually, I'd like two for breakfast with my tea, and can I have another one of those lemon scones for later?"

"You've got it."

"Which tea flavor would you like this morning?"

"Surprise me."

Bram grinned. "What about you, Archer?"

Archer chuckled. "As tasty as that is, it would take five of them to fill me up. How about a couple of your sausage rolls with a large coffee, please."

Bram got our order together, and when he tried to wave off Archer's money, Daddy narrowed his eyes. Grudgingly, Bram took his payment, and then we made our way to a table and sat down across from each other to eat.

Archer caged one of my legs between his. "What's on your agenda for today?"

"Let's see. I have Restorative Yoga, Gentle Stress Relief Yoga with mini-Yoga Nidra Meditation, and a Chair Yoga session."

Archer whistled. "Busy day."

I swallowed the last bite of my mini quiche and took a sip of my tea. "I know, but it's one of my favorite days. These classes all have a pretty decent turnout. It's so much better when there's a bunch of people mingling their energy. It leaves me so rejuvenated."

He stared at me with fondness, and this time, I knew that was exactly what it was.

"You like me," I blurted.

He chuckled and stretched his arm across the table, opening his hand. I laid mine in it. "I most certainly do, sweet boy. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Nope," I said, popping the P. "In fact, I think it's like the best thing ever, Daddy."

He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it. "Thank you. That makes me happy."

We lingered, probably a little too long, staring into each other's eyes before Archer walked me over to the studio and kissed me goodbye at the door. Yeah, I could definitely get used to starting my day this way.