Chapter 4

After I helped Jamie dress for bed in his cute animal-print pajamas, I tucked him in beside Henry under the unicorn canopy. "Goodnight, sweet boy." With a quick press of my lips to his forehead, Jensen, Mitchell, and I left them to sleep.

"Scotch?" Jensen tipped the bottle at me.

A warm welcome from a nerve calmer was just what the doctor called for. "Yes, please."

The three of us relaxed, drinks in hand. The silence between us was almost comforting. Had I ever had friends who lived the lifestyle? Other couples outside of the club? Even with Jensen, we never met away from Cordes. Man, I'd really lived my life in a shell. This right here was what my life needed.

"Isn't it funny how quickly things changed? Take for instance Mitchell and I." Jensen kissed his partner, having somehow read my thoughts. "We'd been friends for decades and I'd been in love with him for equally as long. One day we wandered into Henry's bookstore and our lives were forever changed."

"Yeah." I stared at the glass and contemplated his story as the clear cubes swirled through the amber liquid. "That's a beautiful meet-cute, though."

"That it was, and it was also a time when our three hearts were in need. Tim, I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and when we second guess the chances we're given, we lose out." Jensen was wise beyond his years and watching as he and Mitchell gazed lovingly into each other's eyes, it hit me how badly I longed for the same. Not a poly relationship, per se, but a soul-deep love such as theirs and what they had for Henry. Anyone who saw the three of them together witnessed it.

"Understood. But what if…" I paused for longer than I'd intended but they didn't push me to finish. "But what if I fuck it up? Again?"

"Each relationship is different. Each boy is different. Hell, as Daddies we're different with each boy. We may claim to be the same and while we possess the same values, cares, and concerns, the boys are actually what molds and shapes us into their ideal Daddies. When that doesn't happen, in my opinion, it's because it wasn't the right Daddy-boy combo. Does that make any sense?" This was Mitchell's first time having a boy, but Jensen had lived the lifestyle for years and knew what he was talking about. I'd do well to listen.

"There's just something about Jamie that calls to me. I've never had that happen before. With each boy it's always been about playtime and really, what they could get from me, to be honest."

Jensen chuckled. "Yes, I've had a few greedy boys myself." Mitchell sat beside him, his feet on Jensen's lap as he mindlessly massaged them. "If it feels right, there's a reason and the way that boy looks at you says it all."

Whether or not I could do this was no longer a question. That sweet boy wanted me, and my heart was ready to try.

"Someone just had an a-ha moment."

I hadn't been aware Mitchell was paying attention as zoned out as he was.

"Something like that."

Idle hands and all that, mine needed to be busy so I finished up the dishes. Jensen and Mitchell were getting a bit heated and although I had no problem being a voyeur, this didn't feel like the time and place. "Hey, um, sorry to interrupt but if you guys could show me the guest room?" I hooked a thumb toward the hall.

"Absolutely. Time for us to shower and head the bed. The boys will likely be up early and begging for pancakes." Jensen helped Mitchell up. That foot massage must've really been something. "Follow me."

We stopped in front of the first door in the hall. "This is you," Mitchell patted my shoulder. "Sweet dreams, we'll see you in the morning."

"Huh, how about that?" I'd just crawled into bed and decided to check my emails when it hit me, I'd not done so all day. "Just goes to show my mind's been elsewhere." When I'd had enough of that I shut off the light and rolled over. A certain Little filled my mind as I tried to and failed to sleep.

I'd just started to doze off when the door to my room opened and quietly closed. The sound of bare feet padded across the tile floor. I didn't budge as the sheets were pulled back and a tiny body dipped the bed beside me. When my arms didn't move fast enough, Jamie put them where he wanted them—around his waist.

"Night, Daddy," Jamie whispered though he knew I was awake.

Thoroughly enjoying this moment, I pressed my lips to the top of his head. "Goodnight, Jamie. Sweet dreams." He snuggled in and was out. I dozed off to the sound of his soft snores but woke to giggles and his erection poking my thigh.

"Went to bed a sweet boy, woke a naughty one. Tsk, tsk. Whatever shall I do with you?"

More giggles, no words.

"Hmm, I see the tickle monster coming."

Tickle monster? Who are you and what have you done with Tim?

But Jamie's laughter was music to my ears, and I'd keep it going for as long as I could.

Or until he yelled, "Uncle! You're gonna make me tinkle, Daddy."

"Now, we can't have that. Sweet boy," I grabbed a handful of his very naked ass, "where are your clothes?"

More giggles. "They flew away!"

"You're making Daddy want to do naughty things to you."

"What if I want you to, Daddy?"

Dear God, this boy…

His hand slid through the opening on my boxers and gripped my cock. "See, Daddy. I wanna play grown-up things."

"Okay, but we have to make this quick. I smell bacon so everyone's up." Next time, I'd make sure we were at my house. I'd worship his body the way it deserved.

I slid out of my boxers, took his hand in mine, and wrapped them around both our cocks and stroked.

"Daddy, kiss me."

Tentatively, he pressed his lips to mine in the gentlest of touches, silently asking for permission. When his tongue slid along the seam and my lips parted without pause, I swear, my world as I'd once known it shifted on its axis. Internally, I chuckled at the unexpected twist and wondered hmm, aren't Daddies supposed to lead? But it appeared my silly Little had an impish streak. Jamie would be interesting to unwrap, that's for sure, but I looked very forward to peeling back each layer. Plus, denying this turn of events wasn't sexy as hell would be a lie.

While our tongues found their rhythm, learning a soon-to-be familiar dance, I stroked our cocks to the same beat. I couldn't wait to have Jamie all to myself, not that I wasn"t now, but we were in someone else"s home and couldn't be as free as we wished.

Jamie gasped as he drew back. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," he breathlessly chanted in his usual triple word set.

His cock throbbed in my hand and come spilled over and became the lubricant I needed. I stroked harder, faster. Jamie's gasps and pants fueled me, and it didn"t take much before my come mixed with his.

"Jesus." How could a simple frot be so mind blowing? "Jamie, give me a minute to catch my breath and I"ll clean us up."

"'K, Daddy."

Neither of us moved. Jamie twirled my chest hair through his fingers, on the brink of nodding off. But we had to get cleaned up and start the day.

I had so much to learn about this boy, but after this it was hard to contain my excitement. I was in it one hundred percent now and would do my best not to fuck it up. I grabbed my boxers and wiped us up then we both got dressed. When he snuck in last night he'd brought his backpack with him. Everything about this boy was adorable.

"Daddy, you need to meet Sloffers and Kiki." He pulled his two favorite stuffies from his backpack and held up the sloth and faced him toward me. "Sloffers, this is Daddy."

"Hello, Sloffers, it's nice to meet you."

"And Kiki, this Daddy." He held the koala in his other hand.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Kiki."

Jamie snuggled them. "They're my best friends."

"Well, it was very nice to meet both of you, but I must make sure that my boy gets fed before I send him home." Saying those words aloud saddened us and I regretted saying them. How soon was too soon to ask when I could next see him? And how was it the roles were reversed in this relationship?

Jensen, Mitchell, and Henry were in the kitchen finishing up their breakfast when we walked in. "Good morning, you two." Jensen winked and Henry giggled. "Let me grab your plates out of the oven. Please, take a seat."

"How do you take your coffee, Tim?" Mitchell asked, already grabbing a mug from the cupboard.

"Cream, please and thank you."

"And milk for your boy?"

Jamie's head bobbed beside me as he snacked on a sausage link.

"That would be a yes."

After we ate, I got Jamie cleaned up and we thanked them for a lovely night. It was so hard to say goodbye as I tucked him inside his car and watched him drive away.

"He's yours now. And you know as well as I do these relationships move quickly. Soon enough, you'll have him tucked in beside you every night." Jensen's voice nearly made me jump, but somehow, I had felt his presence before he spoke.

"Very true and it's still new. I probably shouldn't feel this way but it's like I started something that I didn't get to finish. Not sure if that makes any sense." Even to my ears that sounded crazy, but I couldn't help how I felt.

"It does. I'm sure you've got a lot to think about and sort out. Just don't wait too long. I get the impression that your boy is ready for a lot more than some would be. He hasn't had a Daddy for a while and even the last one I'd seen him with, it was only a couple times. He's unique, but he's perfectly suited for you."

"I hope so, but thank you. You and Mitchell both. It was an eye-opening weekend." Likely an unlocking of a heart one as well, but I kept that revelation to myself.

Jensen laughed. "We'll have you guys over again soon. Take care and drive safe."

The drive wasn't long, and I'd just pulled into the garage when my phone rang. "Is everything okay, Jamie?"

"No, Daddy, my car broke down and I don't know what to do."

Poor boy sounded on the verge of tears. "Not to worry, let me know where you are and I'll come to you."

Thankfully, he knew the location and was familiar with the area he was at which was about ten minutes away. Was it bad that I was happy to see him again when we'd only been apart for a few minutes? His distress didn't make me happy but seeing his face and knowing he was all right would.

When I got there, he was pacing outside of his little champagne-colored four-door sedan that had seen better days. Duct tape held the bumper in place and the passenger side mirror was missing. This car didn't scream safe to me. A conversation about vehicle safety would be had later.

"Sweetheart." I wrapped my arms around him. "What happened?"

"I don't know, Daddy. It started sputtering and then it stopped. Dead. Some nice people helped me push it into the parking lot so I wouldn't get hit."

"Well, I'm very thankful for them. Do you have towing on your car insurance?"

He stared down at the ground and rubbed the toe of his shoe against the rocks. "I don't have insurance. I can't afford it."

"Jamie, that's not good, nor is it safe. Is there anything in the car you need to grab before I take you home?" He nodded and reached in and grabbed his backpack. I noted the location so I could call a tow truck once we got him home. "Text me your address so I can use the GPS on my phone." He could probably direct us there just as easily, but I felt better having the address for future reference. Plus, I'd have it to give to the tow truck driver.

"No, Daddy, Grandma always took care of this stuff for me, but now she's gone."

He was so sad when he said that I didn't bother to pry. In time, he'd open up and I'd learn more about his family. Right now, the important thing was to get my boy taken care of.

As it turned out, we weren't far from where he lived. His apartment wasn't in the best area in Vegas, but I was sure he knew that. My pointing it out this soon in the game wasn't wise. We walked up a flight of stairs and he unlocked the door that opened into a small studio apartment. It was clean at least. He only had a couple of toys, but then again, there wasn't room for many more. A bed, dresser, small two-person dinette set and a kitchenette area. There was only one other door which I assumed led to the bathroom.

"I'll call the tow truck driver, and have it taken to the mechanic I use. If that works for you."

"Okay, Daddy, but do you know how long it's gonna take him to fix it? I have to work tomorrow." He nervously chewed his thumbnail.

I plucked it from his mouth. "That's not good for you. Let's get this sorted and then we'll tackle transportation next."

I could tell by looking around Jamie wasn't used to having much, but what he did have, he appreciated, because it was taken care of. I won't lie, it pained me, the simplicity of his life but at least he wasn't out on the streets or living in his car. He was safe and warm with a roof over his head. But he would be the kind of boy who appreciated any gift he was given.