7. Drake

Chapter seven

Drake

M y mind can't keep up with what's happening in front of me. My hard cock springs out of my pants, a drop of precum already at the tip. Ash uses his index finger to catch the pearly liquid before licking it off his skin.

I lift one leg, but Ash is already there, reading my damn mind and tugging the sweats off that leg, then the other. Once I'm naked in front of him, he looks up and bats his damn lashes. He's so beautiful, looking up at me pleadingly with his large brown eyes. Pleading for what? Not a damn clue, but in this moment, I'd give him the world.

"Ash," I murmur reverently. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want you, Drake."

I place my finger in front of his lips to shush him. I don't want him to call me Drake. To my shock, he sucks my finger into his mouth, giving it slow, hard pulls that almost make me spill right there. Holy shit, is that what he's going to do to my damn cock? No way will I last.

Ash closes his eyes, still sucking on my digit like a fucking lollipop. He moans, and the vibration travels across my skin. Hot damn, when did my best friend become so filthy? I've jerked off to Ash so many times. But every time, I was in control, on top, kissing him, going down on him and sucking him off. Not in my wildest imaginations did I ever imagine my innocent friend looking like a porn star from my dreams.

I groan when he gives my finger another strong suck. "Say it again."

He opens his eyes, already looking lust drunk and fucked out. It seems to take him a moment to catch up to my words. He removes his devious mouth away from my finger. "I want you, Drake."

"No," I growl. "Not Drake."

Ash blinks his large eyes up at me.

"Say it," I command.

He swallows hard, and I wonder if he even knows what I'm talking about.

I swipe some saliva away from the corner of his swollen lips. "You know what I want, baby boy. Say it."

"I–I want you, Daddy ," he whispers.

My cock bounces, and a smirk covers my lips. "Good boy."

I lean back against the cool tile island and spread my thighs wide. He leans forward and finally wraps his pretty lips around my length. We both moan.

If it's at all possible, the suction around my cock is even better than the way he sucked on my finger. Stronger. Yeah, there's no way I'm going to last.

He sucks my cock with a frenzy I've never experienced, slurping and bobbing his head up and down. My boy really fucking loves his treat.

I was wrong. He is nothing like a porn star. Ash is working my cock and trying to make me come faster than I ever have.

"Damn, Ash. Your mouth is heaven."

He slows his bobbing and pulls his lips off my length. Then I see it. "Are you stroking yourself while sucking me off?"

He nods eagerly. "You're so gorgeous, Daddy. I knew you had all these toned muscles, but naked like a feast before me? You're the hottest person I've ever seen."

His praise turns me on, telling me all this while continuing to stroke himself. He's fully clothed still, so eager to touch himself he didn't even pull his pants down. Just unzipped and pulled himself out of the opening.

The sight of him is too much. I grip my cock and jerk myself off.

Leaning back so he's sitting on his heels and kneeling before me, Ash tilts his face back and opens his mouth.

"Fuck, baby boy. I'm going to come all over that pretty little tongue."

As if waiting for his offering, he sticks his tongue out. That familiar tingling starts at the base of my balls as they pull up close to my body. I stroke faster, the sight of Ash like this too much to handle. I spill all over his face, his lips, and his tongue, painting him with white ropes of cum.

Ash jerks himself faster, moaning, with his eyes closed as I come on his face.

"That's it, boy. Come for me."

It only takes him a few more strokes before he's coming too.

Like a caveman needing to claim him, I don't even bother to wait till Ash is done with his orgasm. I yank him onto his feet and pull him into a filthy kiss. I wrap my hand around his and we stroke his cock together.

Our kiss is filled with need.

It's a desperate kiss. Frenzied. We're both needy, pressing in closer, despite just getting off. We kiss feverishly, like two friends who have been desperate for each other for years. Needing each other for years.

A beeping noise brings me back to reality. I finally pull away from his lips, placing a gentle kiss on his temple. "Wow. That was a lovely surprise. Let me put the cookies on top of the stove and go get us some water."

Ash smiles over at me with half-hooded eyes. "Okay."

The need to cuddle and take care of Ash is strong. I've never felt this need with anyone but him. All my previous hookups have been a mutual wham-bam kind of thing. But with Ash, it's different. I already care about him, and it's natural to need to take care of him. I know a lot of the articles mentioned aftercare and since that was the first time Ash and I got off together, I think it would be the perfect time to try it out.

After pulling the cookies out of the oven, I smile at the results. "Well, will you look at that? Apparently, I just needed you here as my good luck charm. This batch looks good."

"Smells good too."

I pad over to the fridge and pull out two bottles of water. When I turn around, Ash still looks dazed and very satisfied, but he also looks tired. Drained somehow. Then I remember the tears in his eyes. What happened? He better not have been bullied at work by his boss again.

"Come here." I hold my hand out to Ash and lace our fingers together. I tug him behind me, leading us to my bedroom. The urge to pick him up and carry him to my room is tempting, but I refrain. We needed to establish what this is, before I go literally sweeping him off his feet. Because if I can help it, this will not be a one-time thing for me.

We enter my room and Ash immediately tugs his pants off so he's standing there in his shirt and boxers before crawling under my covers. His sleepy yawn makes my lips twitch. "You sleepy, baby boy?"

"Sleepy."

So freaking cute.

"Why don't we cuddle and nap together? Then, when we wake up, I'll make us dinner and we can talk. I can show you your surprises after dinner."

Ash perks up, momentarily waking up. "Surprises."

I chuckle, meeting him on his side of the bed, and place a kiss on his lips. "Nap and food first. Lift your arms, love." I know how much Ash hates sleeping in his work shirts. They always seem to strangle him and tangle under his armpits.

His eyes widen, but he lifts his hands up high, wiggling his fingers. I pull his shirt off carefully. "Is this okay? I've always wanted to help you undress when you look this tired."

"You have?" His voice holds a hint of awe in it. "Won't other people think this is weird? Undressing an adult?"

"As long as you are okay with it, I don't care what others think. They aren't here and don't need to know. As for me, I just want to make you feel comfortable."

"Thank you, Da–Drake."

I ignore the slip. Now isn't the time to talk about whether I can be his Daddy or not, even though I'm dying to make everything between us official. But first, my boy needs some sleep.

Once he's only in his boxers, I lightly push him back so he lies down in my bed. I pull my black comforter and sheets over him, tucking him in. I mean, how could I not tuck him in when he's so sweet like this?

He giggles sleepily and wiggles in the bed as I walk over to the other side and climb under the silky material. Despite just tucking him in, I scoot to the middle of my bed and pull him to me. My perfect little spoon.

"Will you stay and nap with me? At least until I fall asleep. I, um, I kind of need the comfort right now."

Fuck, what the hell happened today? His sad tone pulls at my heartstrings. I place a kiss on his hair.

"Sleep, baby boy. I set my alarm for an hour and a half from now. That should give you plenty of time to rest and enough time for me to make dinner before it gets too late."

Ash is snoring the softest little snores before I can even finish my sentence. Whatever was troubling him earlier, I'll make it better. It's the last thought I have before falling asleep after him.

I wake up to the sound of giggling. Checking the clock, I note that it's only been an hour. "What are you smiling about over there, baby boy?" The endearment keeps slipping out, but Ash doesn't seem to mind. It's like we crossed some invisible line when he confessed to me he's a little.

"You bought me a rainbow rug! To color on," he says, sitting up in bed, wavy black hair sticking up in odd places, creamy brown skin on display.

I laugh, happy to see Ash looking refreshed. "Sure did. Do you like it?"

"It looked soft. Can we go feel it?" Ash's voice is a little higher in pitch, and there's a youthful look to his facial expressions. All wide-eyed and smiley.

"Sure, why don't you go check out the rug and I'll pick out an outfit for you to wear. Would you like that?"

"Yes!" Ash squeals, throwing the blankets off his body and dashing out of the bedroom faster than I thought possible.

Laughing, I get out of bed. I make my way to his room and walk over to the dresser where I pull out a cute Chibico graphic tee I've never seen and a pair of blue gym shorts. Ash is standing in the living room between the coffee table and sofa. He's wiggling his toes on top of the rainbow rug, clearly enjoying the softness.

When I was at the toy store earlier, I was surprised when Penny showed me to an area in the shop that had several rugs and play mats. There was even a cute mat that looked like a town map where a little could play with his cars on top of it. I wasn't sure if Ash would even like to play with cars, so I refrained from buying.

"I picked the softest one they had. What do you think?"

"I love it!" Ash smiles, but it falls away quickly when he spots the blue shirt in my hands. His brown eyes pop wide, and his hand travels up to his mouth. He nervously sticks his thumb in his mouth, which he sucks on for only a moment before he yanks it away. Ash has always tried to hide it, but I've known about his nervous thumb-sucking and nail-chewing for years. He straightens his shoulders, and like a mask falling into place, he somehow looks older. More serious. Guarded.

Damn it. I can't have any of that. I stride over to my oversized black plush sofa and sit down. I place the clothes next to me. Ash eyes his clothing like it's a grenade about to detonate.

"Ash, little one, will you come here, please?"

His brown gaze trails away from his shirt and over to my face. I pat my lap, indicating I want him to sit here. He seems to relax a little. Ash goes to climb onto my lap, but I reach for his ankle and place it on the other side of my thigh so he knows I want him to straddle me.

I tuck a strand of black hair behind his ear. "I want to be able to see your beautiful eyes and face when we talk."

He chews on his nail. "Are you mad at me?"

"What? Where on earth did you get that idea?"

He shrugs, dropping his gaze down to my chest. I hate how vulnerable he looks with me.

"I wanted to wait till dinner to have this conversation, but maybe we should have it now. We could always discuss fine details later."

Ash still looks nervous, so I lean forward and place a kiss on his lips. They are stiff and pursed together, and quite honestly feel weird when they aren't soft and pliant. "Relax, baby boy. This is a good thing, I promise. Remember what I said? I have several surprises for you after dinner."

Ash lights up under my words, and his shoulders completely drop all the tension. "Okay. What would you like to discuss?"

"First of all, thank you again for telling me you're a little. Before I start, are you big Ash or little Ash right now?" I rub the sides of his thighs in soothing motions trying to keep my voice friendly and calm. "There's no right or wrong answer here."

He bites his lip, giving me a shy smile. "Big."

I love that he always smiles. No matter what. He's my little ray of sunshine.

I kiss his lips again. "Thank you for telling me. I know this is all new to me, but I thought this would be a better discussion with big Ash. Everything that's suddenly unfolding between us seems right. It feels like something that's been in the making for years. Tell me you feel it too?"

If he doesn't, I'll back off. His friendship is more important to me. I can't lose him just because I'm in love with the man. If he doesn't want me like that, I'll have to deal with it.

"I do. I feel it."

My heart fucking soars. I can't help myself. I laugh, tugging him into a tight hug. "Oh, thank god. This makes me so happy, Ash. You make me happy."

He hugs me back. "You always make me happy, Drake."

"Will you tell me what you want?"

"What do you mean?"

I brush my fingers over his cheeks, feeling the soft skin. "We've always been inseparable. Best friends. And you will always be my best friend, but if we both feel this thing between us, I want to explore it."

He nods eagerly.

"I know yesterday was just the start, but did I do okay?" I ask, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "You know, when we were coloring, and I was looking after you?"

"Oh yes," he sighs, wiggling on my lap. "Yesterday was perfect. I want more of that. I want to color and play with you. I really liked what we did."

"I did too," I admit.

"And, well, I liked what we did earlier. And I also liked calling you Daddy. I wish you were my Daddy," he blurts.

His eyes pop wide. He looks shocked that he admitted it. I am too, but even more so, I'm thrilled.

"Good. I want to explore this Daddy/little kink with you. Would you be open to letting me be your Daddy?"

Ash gasps, squirming on my lap. "You mean it?"

"I do." Excitement bubbles through me. "This might feel like it's happening so fast, but I've read dozens of articles and watched several videos—hey, don't give me that look. Not porn, real informational videos that Jules sent me."

"Wait, Jules knows you want to be a Daddy?" Ash beams at me. "You told him?"

"He knows. I've been chatting with the guys in my roommates' chat. And all of them have been helping me. I even had lunch with Hudson and Rowan. They helped reassure me. I might not have known the term, but it almost feels like I've always been a Daddy."

Ash laughs and leans forward to kiss my cheek. "I can't believe you told everyone. Oh my gosh, this is real!" He laughs again. "Wanna hear something funny?"

I nod eagerly, his enthusiasm contagious. "Tell me."

"I actually discovered Daddy kink because of you."

"You did?" I arch a brow. "How?"

"Well, I guess this means I have to admit that I've kind of always been attracted to you and your dominance. Especially your nurturing side." He smiles, lost in thought. "I ended up chatting with an online friend. I told him about my crush on you, and how you were always here for me, and he said it sounded like you were my Daddy."

I chuckle and tickle his sides. "You had a crush on me?"

His cheeks turn an adorable shade of red. "Anyway, at first I was weirded out. A Daddy? Then he explained it to me, breaking it down in a way that helped me understandd exactly what I liked about being taken care of. And just like you, I did some research and everything just fell into place."

He squirms on my lap, still blushing, but looks me straight in the eyes. "In a way, you've always been my Daddy. I can't even imagine anyone but you."