12. STERLING

I prepared a surprise for Fallon. It took me navigating an app on my phone where someone would pick up an order and deliver it to me, and I had to do it alone without any help from Carla in translating certain words or phrases I wasn't familiar with. But it arrived, and I knew Fallon was going to love it.

All day, I tried to look out for him, but I knew from the booking log he had a massage and then nothing, which probably meant he was going to be on the beach, or playing with his teddies. I could've shirked my duties, but I also was willing to wait until I finished at midnight, even if it was a little late.

In the office, pretending to work on order forms and things I was required to do, I'd been looking at information on how to be a better Daddy to a little, or middle. I hadn't really engaged in conversation with him about it.

There were a couple key points, like rewards and punishments, but Fallon fell firmly in the rewards and positivity section. He didn't seem to have any bratty tendencies at all. It made it easier for me at least because I didn't know what type of punishments I'd be able to give out, like forcing him to write lines, or asking forbidding him from playing with himself.

Since the resort was an adults only resort, that meant we didn't have anything I could take for him to play with. I wished there were because it would've made my life easier as a reseller of teddies. I even thought about taking him another teddy from the stock. I'd seen the way he reacted to the first, but I didn't want to love bomb in that way, and people usually on bought one, two seemed excessive and suspicious.

Carla came into the office, shades on and sighing as she threw her bag on the chair in front of the desk. "I drank so much last night," she said, fixing the position of her sunglasses. "I woke up in a stranger's bed. And I was like, where the fuck am I?"

"Oh?"

"I got your texts so I'm alive, but I went home with a couple," she said. "Apparently, something about me says looking for a third, well, I am that third."

"Damn, Carla!" I snapped my fingers at her. "Look at you go."

"No, don't cheer me," she said. "Because we didn't even do anything. Apparently, I was too drunk for anything. So, they put me in a bed, because it was one of those house rentals. And they went off into another bedroom and fucked."

"You left that detail out of the texts."

She pushed her sunglasses down to look at me in the eye. "I didn't want any trace of evidence," she said. "But you, you got laid. I see you smile."

"I always smile," I said, forcing one on my face.

"No, no, that's your work smile," she said. "A real smile. A happy one. Look at you." She reached over and pinched my cheek. "But thank you for last night, I had a lot of fun."

That was a relief. I'd felt a little awful for leaving, but I knew she made friends easy, and it turns out, two friends, even if there wasn't a happy ending. "I'm actually going to see him again tonight once I clock off," I said.

Carla squealed. "Yes, this is what you needed, a little fling with a guest," she said. "I've done it before. You remember those rich people who bought everyone drinks that weekend a couple months back."

"No!"

"Yep. It was great. They even left me a tip when they left, but it felt icky so I split it with the housekeeping," she said. "Anyway, I'm here, let me get my face on, and I'll take over."

"I didn't manage to get through everything," I warned her. "But—"

She waved a hand at me. "It's ok. You know I love this stuff."

I'd been so distracted by the thought of Fallon wiggling under me that I'd barely got through anything. Maybe it was a sign I needed a vacation too, and in a way, seeing Fallon was a mini vacation.

Carla came around to my side of the desk, stumbling over the box in the white plastic bag on the ground. "Please don't leave stuff on the floor," she grumbled, grabbing at it. "What is it anyway?"

"No, no." I yanked it from her. "It's not for you. It's for him ."

"I already saw," she said, holding a hand to her face and laughing. "I think he'll love it, if that's something he's into."

"I hope he loves it," I said, covering the box in as much of the bag as possible. "I asked him if he had anything like it, and he said no, but not like he didn't want anything like it, so I think he will." I rambled on in a panic, now unsure if Fallon was going to accept the gift I had in this box for him.

"I'd love it if someone got it for me," she said, winking at me. "So, take from that what you will."

As Carla took over, I left to get ready to see Fallon. I took a quick shower before putting on clothes I knew I'd be out of quickly. A nice pair of shorts and a t-shirt, something I could go down to the villa in without drawing too much attention to myself. It was late anyway, not many people were up.

When I reached the villa, Fallon was waiting for me at the door, dressed in a blue onesie with rockets. "You said midnight," he whispered to me, looking at the bag in my hand.

I was five minutes late. "Did you think I wasn't going to show up?"

"I knew you would, but I didn't want people to see me standing at the door like I was waiting on someone to call on me at midnight," he said. "Even if that's what I was doing."

I took his hand and kissed it. "I'm sorry for being late. I have a surprise."

"Henry's got ear plugs in so we can be as loud as we want without waking him," he said. "Although, we are going snorkeling tomorrow early, so we might not be able to stay up late."

I kissed his hand again. "I also have work early, so let's go inside and I'll show you what I got you."

My hands didn't want to part from Fallon's body for even a second. I wanted to squeeze him in my arms and cuddle him tight, inhaling the smell of his hair and the lotion on his skin. He was exactly what Carla had insinuated, he was my vacation.

He couldn't wait to get into the bag and see what I'd got him.

I hadn't counted on them showing what was inside it, which made having it delivered strange because the driver who brought it to the resort almost handed it to the receptionist, and I didn't know if I could live it down if Zara had received it with the note that it was for me.

Fallon gasped and then ripped into the box. "Is this for real?"

It was a vibrating sex toy, there were several modes to it and could be used by both men and women. Specifically, I looked for something that could be used as a prostate massager. "I didn't know if it was something you'd like, but on the reviews, this one was rated best orgasm giver."

"Orgasm giver," he snorted, pulling the red toy out of the boy, it was shaped with nodes that were thick and small. He rubbed his hands up and down it. "I think this might be the best thing anyone has ever got me before."

"That can't be true," I said, stroking his face. I looked at the bed and his teddies weren't there. "Where are you friends?"

"I put them in bed over there because I knew you'd be coming," he said.

"I—I wanted to know more about you," I said. "Your teddies. The thing you like to do when you play." I rubbed my thumb at the side of his temple. "And maybe I could help you play."

His eyes grew wider. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

Fallon exploded with words, telling me all the things he liked about being a little. It was much more in depth than I realized. He didn't regress too young, in his words, but he regressed to a time where he could heal his inner child. I thought that was the most precious thing. And I was honored he allowed me to help him heal.

Before we got into any of the adult play, I was given a picture book with few words in it. I read to him and his teddies. We got through it all, and that's when Fallon pressed a finger to his lips, gesturing to be quiet. "I think they're asleep now," he said.

"Would you like me to put them in bed?"

"You have to be gentle."

I transported his teddies to the closet and covered them up just as he requested. I treated them as if they were real, hushing and cooing them as they laid on the pile of clothes and were covered by a t-shirt.

When I turned back, he'd got another activity. A small pile of crayons and some of the resort stationary paper that was in every room. "Drawing," he said. "I love to draw. I actually prefer to color, but my coloring pages are reserved for the flight home."

"What do you want to draw?"

He sucked his bottom lip in and held it with his teeth. "Umm."

"Maybe you can draw me?"

He hummed a little more, tilting his head as he stared. "And me!"

"Can I draw us as well?"

"I don't have lots of paper."

"But I can get you more," I told him. "I can get you so much more paper. In fact, I have a key to the closet where they have so many of them." I fished a hand into my shorts and grabbed my keyring. There were a lot of keys on it. If they didn't have pieces of paper taped to them, I wouldn't know what they were for.

Fallon was giddy, pulling the pad apart at the glued seam on top. "Ok," he said. "You have to draw both of us."

"I understand the assignment," I said. "But what if I just wanted to draw you?"

"Ok, you can just draw me if you really want to."

We each took up a section of the bed with the crayons between us. I didn't have any creative background at all. But I really put some effort into it and tried to get something that wasn't just a stick figure.

I draw him in his blue onesie with the rockets, trying to incorporate as much color into it as possible. It almost felt like I was up against a clock with the way Fallon was scribbling on the paper and grabbing another crayon.

On the paper, I added a couple extra details, both the teddies by his feet. I paused to look at it and wondered if I was the one regressing as it certainly looked like a kid had drawn it.

"Finished," he announced.

"Ok, don't judge me for this," I said.

"Don't judge me either."

"I'd never."

On the count of three, we revealed our art to each other.

The image Fallon handed over to me was so adorable. He'd got my mustache in there and even the little greys they hadn't caught at the salon. It was fine, it wasn't a sore topic, not yet anyway. I pointed to them.

"They shine in the light," he said. "Not all the time, but I think they're cute."

"I think you're cute."

He pulled the hood over his face, giggling to himself. "Thank you. I like your drawing of me. And you included my teddies as well."

Of course, it wasn't going to be him if I hadn't included his friends. "But do you love it?"

"So much!"

"How much?"

He let go of the hood covering his face. "This much!" He gestured, opening his arms wide.

In the space he'd opened, I took advantage of it and put myself in there, receiving his hug. I gave him a kiss and he rubbed his mouth on mine, probably receiving the tickles from my moustache. He then rubbed noses with me.

"I didn't think you'd come," he said.

"What? Why?"

"Because you're so busy, and I usually only see guys once before the think all of this is too intense for them."

I hugged him tighter. "If you ask me, I don't think it's intense enough."

"When we're back, I can—" he paused, freezing up.

Obviously, this wasn't something that could last beyond the vacation, but for him to verbalize that was a little bit of a cold shower realization. I kept hold of him in the embrace, not wanting for either of us to acknowledge the thought.

"Tell me," I said. "Hypothetically."

"I have more teddies," he said. "We have tea parties. And we read stories. And we color. And we also sleep in bed, all of us."

"I'd like that," I told him, kissing his cheek. "I'd like that a lot."

It felt strange to almost commit to something that wouldn't happen, but in that moment, it felt like it was all going to come true.