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Chapter Twenty-five

Darien

The snowstorm had left the city blanketed in ten inches of white, transforming every corner into a winter wonderland. Darien watched the men shuffle out of the shelter, bundled in mismatched coats and scarves. He had rented a bus for this trip—something to bring a little joy to their lives, a break from the usual. As Baran climbed into the window seat, Darien gave him a quick grin and sat beside him. The bus was already brimming with chatter, the men’s laughter warming the frosty evening air.

The idea of including Baran on Christmas Day with his parents had been on his mind for a while, and he had to bring it up. Taking a deep breath, he decided now was the time. “Hey, Baran,” Darien began, trying to sound casual. “How would you feel about visiting my parents in Wainscott on Christmas Day and spend the night?”

Baran looked up, a mixture of disbelief and uncertainty on his face. “Your parents? In Wainscott?”

Darien nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Yeah. I think it would be nice for you to meet them. They’re really looking forward to meeting you.”

Baran hesitated, looking out of the window, then at Darien. “I don’t know. What if they don’t like me? What if it’s awkward?”

Darien reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Baran’s. “I understand your concerns, but my parents are kind and open-minded. They had their own struggles when I came out, but they’ve come a long way. They’re eager to meet you.”

Baran looked into Darien’s eyes. “You really think they’ll accept me?”

“I do,” Darien said firmly. “They care about me, and they’ll see how much you mean to me. They’ll see the amazing person you are.”

Baran sighed, still looking uncertain. “I’ve done nothing like this before. Meeting someone’s parents is a big step.”

Darien squeezed his hand gently. “I know it is, and we’ll take it one step at a time. We don’t have to stay long if you’re uncomfortable. But I think it could be a fantastic experience for all of us.”

Baran thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Okay, I’ll try it. For you.”

Darien smiled, feeling a wave of relief and gratitude. “Thanks, Baran. This means a lot to me. We’ll make it a fun holiday together.”

As they continued to talk, Darien shared stories about his parents and their home in Connecticut. He described the cozy house decorated for Christmas, the warmth of the family gatherings, and the traditions they followed. Each story seemed to ease Baran’s anxiety a bit more, and by the end of their conversation, he was looking forward to the trip.

Darien felt a renewed sense of excitement. He knew introducing Baran to his parents was a significant step in their relationship, and he was determined to make it a positive and memorable experience for all of them.

As they approached Sunset Park in Brooklyn, Silas in the back started singing Jingle Bells. The others quickly joined in, some on key, others off, and the bus soon erupted into a full chorus of holiday songs. Silas grabbed an imaginary microphone and crooned dramatically, drawing roars of laughter. Hawk and Finley started clapping to keep rhythm, and by the time they pulled up to the park, even the most reserved of them were smiling. Darien sang along, but Baran didn’t seem to know the songs.

Darien stood back as the group spilled out of the bus, grabbing the new sleds from the bus’s baggage area. Baran lingered close by, his eyes bright with excitement Darien hadn’t seen in a few days. Together, they made their way to the hill, where the rest of the group had already started sliding down in pairs, trios, and the occasional chaotic tumble.

“Bet you can’t make it down without falling!” Hawk shouted at Darien, waving a sled above his head.

“You’re on,” Darien replied, smirking as he handed a sled to Baran. They lined up at the top of the hill, their breath visible in the crisp air. “Ready?”

Baran grinned. “I was born ready.”

With a push, they were off, the wind rushing against their faces as they raced downhill side by side. Baran let out a triumphant whoop when they hit the bottom at nearly the same time, and Darien couldn’t help but laugh. Behind them, others were shouting, teasing each other for wipeouts, and laughing so hard they could barely stand.

“Hey, what happened to you guys?” Darien asked.

“Hey, you guys had beginner’s luck,” Hawk said.

Darien and Baran made it back up the hill together. Darien kissed Baran, but in a way no one could tell. He was sneaky that way.

“Ready to race just me now?” Darien asked, a playful glint in his eye.

“Absolutely,” Baran replied, grinning.

They sped down the hillside. The thrill of the ride and the joy of the moment filled them with exhilaration. When they reached the bottom, they tumbled off their sleds together, laughing and brushing off the snow.

For an hour, the hill echoed with joy. Snowball fights broke out, and now and then, someone would feign defeat, flopping dramatically into the snow. By the time Darien called them back to load onto the bus, cheeks were red from the cold, but everyone’s spirits were higher than they’d been in weeks.

The bus ride to the Italian restaurant was quieter, the contented silence of exhaustion and happiness. At the restaurant, a long table was set up for the group. Darien and Baran moved along the table, handing out neatly wrapped presents—winter jackets, scarves, gloves, and hats—items Baran had purchased as his job.

When Hawk opened his gift and found a bright blue beanie to match his jacket, he immediately pulled it on. “Stylish, huh?” he teased, striking a ridiculous pose. Everyone at the table erupted into laughter.

By the end of the meal, as plates of pasta and breadsticks dwindled, Darien sat back and took it all in. Baran nudged him, offering a small smile. It wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, Darien knew, but tonight it was everything.

“Did you have fun with Charlotte today?” Darien asked.

“Yes, you gave her quite an extensive list for me. I have money now because my mother sent me some now.”

“I know you do. Save it for college.”

Once they arrived back at the shelter, Darien made sure everything was in order. Baran followed him as he checked all the rooms.

“Sometimes, the heaters get fussy, so I make sure no one is cold.”

Once Darien finished, they walked out to the car.

“You did a fantastic job with the gifts. I really like that we can work together until school starts.”

“I enjoy helping people.”

“You’re like your father. He is a huge donor in the city.”

“I never knew that about him.”

The snow fell in thick flakes, covering the windshield as they got into the car. The traffic was so thick; it was barely moving, cars inching forward like snails. The trip would take forever.

“I’m going to stop in a hotel and get us a room. I don’t have the patience to drive through this mess.”

“Really? That sounds like fun.”

“We can relax and watch a movie in bed.”

“Perfect.”

“Use my phone and send Charlotte a message that we won’t be coming home. Too much traffic.”

“Yes, she would be worried.” Baran sent her a message.

Darien turned off the main road, the engine purring as he cruised towards the hotel.

Chapter Twenty-six Baran

The thick snow fell, blanketing the city in a muted white stillness that made Baran feel both trapped and oddly cozy. Baran and Daddy Darien had been inching along in traffic for what felt like forever before Daddy Darien finally sighed with relief, turned the wheel, and pulled into the hotel.

The room they found themselves in was average size but warm, with soft golden lighting and a large window overlooking the street below. The view was mesmerizing—a tangle of holiday lights wrapped around lampposts, flickering through the curtain of falling snow. Cars sat idle beneath the layer of white, their drivers resigned to the storm’s whim.

After they removed their jackets and shoes, Baran stood at the window, watching the snowflakes tumble from the sky like they were trying to outdo each other in size and grace. Behind him, Daddy Darien had already flopped onto one bed, scrolling through his phone. Then he called room service and asked for two hot chocolates.

“It never ends,” Baran muttered, mostly to himself. He turned to see Daddy Darien raise an eyebrow.

“What doesn’t?”

“Christmas.” Baran waved vaguely at the window. “It goes on forever. Lights, snow, songs, movies—it’s like an entire season.”

Daddy Darien laughed and got off the bed. “It is an entire season. That’s kind of the point. People like dragging it out.”

Baran huffed, crossing his arms. “Not in Istanbul. The few people who celebrate Christmas only do one day. A good meal, maybe a little dancing. Then it’s done. This”—he gestured outside—“is too much.”

Daddy Darien grinned again, getting up to answer the door then dig into the paper bag room service had delivered. He handed Baran a cup of steaming hot chocolate. “I think it’s nice. Makes everything feel a little warmer, you know?”

Baran accepted the cup, though he still looked skeptical. “How does your family celebrate?”

Daddy Darien sat back on the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Oh, the usual stuff. My mom’s a Christmas fanatic. We spend the entire week leading up to it decorating, baking cookies, wrapping gifts. My dad insists on watching It’s a Wonderful Life every year. And my cousin Norah—” he paused, grinning, “—she’s the one who gets us all matching pajamas for Christmas Eve.”

Baran nearly choked on his hot chocolate. “Matching…pajamas?”

“Yup,” Daddy Darien said proudly. “And we wear them all day on Christmas. Even to breakfast.”

Baran shook his head, though a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “Ridiculous.”

“It’s fun.”

“Will your cousin Norah visit your parents this Christmas?”

“My parents took her in when my uncle and aunt were in a fatal car accident. She’s been with us since she was four. She’s more of a sister.”

“She was lucky to have a caring aunt and uncle.”

Daddy Darien corrected him. “We think we were the lucky ones. It’s fun. And you’ll love my mom’s cooking. She makes this roast that’s practically legendary in our neighborhood.”

For a moment, Baran was quiet, his gaze drifting back to the window. The snow was piling up, muting the world into a calm silence. “Sounds…different,” he admitted finally. “Good different.”

Daddy Darien smirked. “Soon, you’ll get to see it for yourself.”

Baran didn’t respond, but his eyes lingered on the snow, his fingers warming against the cup. The thought of Daddy Darien’s lively, chaotic Christmas wormed its way into his mind and stayed there, a flicker of warmth that he couldn’t quite brush away.

“I found a cute Christmas movie for us to watch in bed,” Daddy Darien said.

“I’ll be right there.” Baran exited into the bathroom and quickly washed. He used the sample toothbrush and mouthwash. Then he undressed, returned to the room, and set his clothes on the chair. He slipped under the covers beside Daddy Darien whose hand found Baran’s cock through his underwear.

“Someone needs attention,” Daddy Darien said.

“Yes, please.” Baran let his own hand explore, and discovered Daddy Darien was completely naked with a gigantic hard-on.

“Do you enjoy touching me?”

“Yes, Daddy Darien. I would like to feel you inside me.”

Daddy Darien already had the lube set on the nightstand with a condom and two bottles of water. He had also prepared some tissues. Baran thought he was too tired when he suggested a movie. Baran wondered if he carried lube in his pocket. He pulled something from the glovebox.

“Knock off the underwear.”

Baran pulled them down, then threw them onto the chair with his clothes.

Daddy Darien leaned close, his breath warm on his cheek, and kissed Baran softly. “I love spending all my time with you.”

“And I love being with you. I miss you so much when we’re doing separate things.”

“I get a good feeling inside when you’re around.”

Daddy Darien was the perfect man because he made Baran feel again. His cock even twitched when the man spoke to him. His gorgeous blue eyes and long eyelashes melted Baran’s heart.

The way Daddy Darien looked at him, full of admiration and affection, was exactly what Baran craved in a partner. Baran’s lust for Daddy Darien went beyond taking. It was deeper. His actions were infused with kindness and caring; he had a gentle touch, and his genuine smile seemed to heal those around him. His deep voice resonated with authority, and the way it slipped into that hot New York accent made Baran’s heart skip a beat. Daddy Darien’s cock pushed harder against Baran’s. Baran swayed between Daddy Darien’s legs, bumping and grinding against his crotch, and feeling his heated erection. Daddy Darien brushed his lips up against Baran’s open mouth.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” Daddy Darien said, finding his lips and pushing his tongue into Baran’s mouth. Their tongues danced together.

Daddy Darien put on his condom and lubed it. “I want you face down with a pillow so I can grind deeply inside you.”

Baran complied immediately, flipping over with the pillow under him so his ass was lifted high for Daddy Darien.

“Hang on to the headboard with your hands so you don’t bang your head.”

Baran reached for the headboard, inhaling a deep breath. Darien spread Baran’s cheeks apart, licking him at his entrance and teasing him with his tongue. He was rimming him; no one but Daddy Darien had ever done that to Baran. It felt so good.

“You taste good…You’re a dream come true. My dream since forever.” He continued licking Baran, sticking the tip of his tongue inside his hole, then jamming it at high-speed.

“Ahh.”

Baran went wild with desire for Daddy Darien. He loved being with him, feeling so safe at his side.

“Tell me how much you want my cock.”

“Fuck me. Please fuck me. I need to feel your cock in me,” Baran begged, needing the connection.

Daddy Darien reached for the lotion on the nightstand. He pinched the tube, allowing it to fill his hand, then he lubed Baran’s opening. He inserted one finger and stretched him, then another. He feathered his fingers over Baran’s ass and down the back of his thighs, sending chills throughout Baran’s body.

“That lotion is cold,” Baran said, shuddering.

“But you’re so damn hot, Baran.” He kissed Baran’s back, then slipped his tongue in and out of his mouth and drove Baran crazy.

“Please. Fuck me,” he panted.

Daddy Darien ignored him. He added a third finger and played more. Baran arched his ass up to meet his next fingering thrust. Daddy Darien seemed to enjoy toying with him until he decided when to fill him. He removed his fingers.

He cupped his hand beneath Baran’s bottom, tilted his hips, and began with a slow rhythm. Picking up his pace, he pounded hard, causing Baran’s body to jerk up and down. Darien hit his prostate repeatedly, then he tilted Baran so he could wrap his hand around Baran’s pulsating hard-on. Stroking Baran’s brick-hard cock at the same tempo, he pumped in and out. Baran trembled as he tightened his tunnel muscles around the steel dick. The warm semen in his balls tried to flow up out of him, and he couldn’t fight it as his body trembled. He tried desperately to hold back his climax, but suddenly his cum spilled out of him onto Daddy Darien’s hand.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Baran screamed.

Daddy Darien banged him so hard the headboard hit the wall and the pictures crashed to the floor, making a loud noise.

“Oh God, oh God, oh, feels so good.” Daddy Darien’s body strained with the force of his orgasm. Baran continued to milk him dry in his condom.

Daddy Darien handed Baran tissues to clean himself while he tied off the condom and wiped himself with a tissue. Baran felt a warmth in his heart as they prepared to settle in for the evening. The hotel room was quiet, the soft glow of the Christmas lights casting a cozy ambiance through the window. They decided to watch a Christmas movie before sleep, a perfect end to their festive day.

As Darien adjusted the pillows on the bed, Baran pulled their blanket over them. “Daddy Darien, I wanted to tell you something.” Baran took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his emotions. “I just wanted to say how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for me. You’ve given me so much—love, support, and a sense of belonging. I’ve never felt this way before.”

Daddy Darien’s eyes softened, and he reached out to take Baran’s hand. “Baran, you mean the world to me. I’m so glad you’re here with me. You’ve brought so much joy into my life. I love you.”

Baran felt tears of happiness welling up in his eyes. “I love you too, Daddy Darien. More than words can express.”

Daddy Darien gently squeezed Baran’s hand, his voice filled with affection. “Every moment with you feels like a gift. I can’t wait to spend many more Christmases together.”

Baran smiled through his tears, feeling a deep sense of peace and contentment. “Me too. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

As they snuggled together under the blanket, the movie Home Alone began, filling the room with another type of warmth. Baran leaned his head on Daddy Darien’s shoulder, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat. In that quiet, intimate moment, surrounded by the magic of the holiday season, Baran knew he had found a love that would last a lifetime.

With Daddy Darien by his side, he felt ready to face whatever the future held.

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