8. Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Casey

My sweet boy stared up at me, eyes wide, sweat beaded on his forehead. Painfully hard, there was no way I could wait and I slid my trunks down, his eyes widened and fell to my phallus. I preened under his curious scrutiny.

"Sorry, sweet boy, but that was so hot that Daddy needs to come." I watched him as he watched me while I jacked off. The act of Chase's intent gaze locked on my cock had me coming in a few short strokes.

Chase licked his lips, and I nearly asked if he'd like a taste but that may have pushed him over the edge he teetered upon. All of this was new to him and must be approached in stride and with the utmost of delicacy. I'd do my best to continue to stay at his pace but I wasn't gonna lie, it had become quite a challenge. This gorgeous, well-defined man was mine but virginal in every way.

"When can we do that again?"

I threw my head back and laughed. "Anytime you want. Just say the word and I'm yours."

Had I just said that? I hadn't bottomed since college, but I'd do it for Chase in a heartbeat. Maybe that's what he feared. Bottoming. It wasn't for everyone and was scary as hell the first time for sure. Some guys never bottomed, and I got that. There was nothing better than being buried inside a willing partner but for Chase, I'd be that person for him.

I gave him a few moments to collect his thoughts. He put his trunks back on while I rinsed off at the outdoor sink. Summer in Vegas quickly dried everything and dried come on my hands wasn't welcomed.

I glanced around the yard, proud of the outdoor space I'd created. It wasn't huge by any means but suited my needs. The pool was large enough for laps as Chase had just done and the outdoor barbeque area was utilized year-round. Ideal for small parties and a Daddy and his boy.

"Mind if Daddy sits with you?" He'd only said the word once and it was as he drifted off to sleep last night. It came naturally for me to use the moniker, even more so with Chase. Chase scooted over and I slid in beside him. As he had last night, he laid his head on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him.

"How are you feeling about what we just did?" Dialog was most important with this shy boy.

"Relaxed."

"Good answer and I'm glad you're already thinking about next time. There are many things we can do that don't involve penetrative sex, if that's what worries you." Best to just put it on out there.

His finger traced the light smattering of hair on my chest, the tender strokes were soothing.

"Yeah. I know but I'm not ready to, you know, receive. Is that the right word to use?"

"Yes, that's fine to use but you know you don't have to be the one who receives." He popped up and nearly clocked my chin .

"You would do that?"

"Chase," my hand cupped his face as I stared into his eyes. "I'd do just about anything for you."

His lips crashed into mine. The faintest whisper of Daddy graced my ears. I wasn't sure he meant to say it, but I wouldn't deny that it filled my heart. I'd tell him this weekend about how I felt and hope for the best. This boy owned me and for many that was dangerous territory, but not with Chase. He'd never take advantage of me nor ask for lavish things. Chase longed to be loved for who he was off stage, for the real boy who was tucked so tightly inside he screamed in pain to be released.

My heart would be contained no longer.

"What would you like to do today, sweet boy?" I knew he had a lot going on, but I wasn't ready to give him up just yet.

His shoulders moved as he shrugged. "This is nice but it's getting hot."

"True. Let's go inside." We picked up the towels and Chase followed me into the laundry room where we deposited them. "Shower?"

"Nah, I'll take one when I get home but I should check my phone." Chase wandered down the hall toward the bedroom while I decided to whip up something for lunch. He met me in the kitchen a few minutes later.

"Anything I can help with? "

"No, but thank you for asking. Sub sandwiches okay with you for lunch?" I hoped so, since I was halfway through making his already.

"Sounds perfect to me. Missed a couple of texts, one from the guards, but I told them I was still here. Of course, they already knew that since they have trackers on all our cars." Chase shook his head. "Privacy is a thing of the past."

"Not sure how I'd feel about that if it was me but given your career it makes sense." Hidden away in my house today, I'd forgotten about the outside world and preferred it that way. Tomorrow I'd be back to work, dodging questions about Chase. Once I hit the road with them my anonymity would be no more.

"Are you regretting hooking up with me?" Chase's question reminded me how perceptive the brilliant boy was.

"What? No, not at all and just for the record what we're doing, what we have isn't hooking up. It's so much more than that." I finished putting the sandwiches together and met him at the table. "I hope you know that, Chase. You mean a lot to me. This isn't some fling or crush for me."

"For me, either."

The day date with my boy was quickly sinking and after our beautiful morning I wasn't having that.

"What do you have going on tonight?"

"Got a new song I want to run by the guys. "

"Oh yeah? Can you tell me about it?" I was unsure what the rules or contracts they had in place were regarding sharing copywritten materials.

"I've been working on it for a while, but it finally came together." He pulled a notebook from his bag he'd brought. Hadn't seen him move it from the bedroom to the laundry room. "It's called ‘Disposable Humans.' Kinda notes from journals I kept over the years after Mom died. It was like my world stopped while everything around me continued, as though her life never mattered, like she was disposable."

My heart went out to Chase.

"I'll read the lyrics like a poem since there's no music or instruments to accompany singing."

"I love your voice. It requires nothing to back it up." I'd listen to him recite the phone book if he chose to. Way to show your true age, Casey. Phone books are a thing of the past and way before Chase's time.

His beautiful recital drew me in.

Is there a purpose to this life?

First we're born and then we die

With no impact to the world around us

Will anyone even know when we are gone?

Do we even matter?

Can they see our sadness? Hear our cries?

Do they laugh at our pain and feed from our sorrow?

How can they lord their power and be so evil?

We're all just disposable humans bred for their viewing pleasure

Put on display like a gameshow contestant

Make it brutal, make it bloody

Make it so they lose then cast them aside

Remember they're nothing more than disposable humans

Are you a survivor? I feel like I am

Love lost, love found, only to be taken again

Is there any real pleasure in this life?

Everything I'd ever cared about was taken from me

Bloodied and bruised, left to tend to my wounds

Until you came along

You gave me hope and filled me with happiness

You taught me how to love again

But as with everything our time was limited

And there I stood, lost and alone

We're all just disposable humans bred for their viewing pleasure

Put on display like a gameshow contestant

Make it brutal, make it bloody

Make it so they lose then cast them aside

Remember they're nothing more than disposable humans

A world filled with victims and survivors

We die and get buried with nothing but our memories

The ones of you and I are what I'll hold onto

Draw from them in the afterlif e

Disposable as we are my short time with you made this life more than worth it

"Jesus, Chase." While his perspective of our existence was dark, there was no way to deny it wasn't spot on. I couldn't imagine how much pain he'd endured since she passed. How utterly alone he had been. No wonder he'd become a regular at the Jordans' dinner table. My best friend and his family were truly amazing humans. I wish I would've been there more for Chase after his loss. Though the feelings I have for him now may not have come to fruition had it been as such.

What a frightening realization given how invested in our future I already was.

"Well, it's how I felt. Still feel sometimes, if I'm being honest." He shuffled around, tucking his notebook back into his bag.

In no way did I want him to feel as though I were judging him.

"I can't wait to hear you sing it."

"Really?" He perked up.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Really."

Far too soon I had to kiss my sweet boy goodbye, waving as he backed out of the garage. Our weekend together couldn't come soon enough, and I had many preparations to tend to. I'd make it one my boy would never forget.

During the remainder of the week, I devised a menu of fun foods and picked up prezzies to spoil my boy with. I was bound and determined to draw his little from its hiding place. By Friday I was exhausted but seeing Chase's car in the driveway when I got home perked me right up.

I opened the garage and pulled in and parked, and Chase followed me in. I loved seeing both our cars parked side by side.

Chase hopped out and kissed me. "Well hello to you, too. That's a fine greeting for Daddy." He giggled, his little simmering just beneath the surface. "Come inside."

He snagged his bag from the car and followed me inside.

"I emptied a couple of drawers for you and made room in the closet." Chase came to a halt in the laundry room and stared at me. "Did I say something wrong?"

"I-I'm not sure. You really made space for me?"

Had I shocked the poor boy to the point of terror?

"Yes, is that okay?"

Chase shook his head. "Thank you for thinking of me."

Off to a great start. Now, to slowly work in my other surprises.

"Make yourself at home and unpack. I'll meet you in the kitchen." I gathered the bag I'd put together for him last night on the way to the kitchen and sat it on the table, then got to work on dinner. Chase came out a few minutes later .

His eyes lit up when he spotted the Spiderman backpack. "What's that?"

"That's for you, sweet boy. Go ahead, open it while I get dinner started." I took a risk and went for a meal fit for littles. Dino nuggies, tots, applesauce. I'd see how well that was received. Even picked up a few dippy sauces. I wasn't quite sure the age of Chase's little since it had only popped out a couple of times, but this would be another piece to the puzzle. If he was a middle dinner may not go over well, but then again, it might. Either way I'd know when the timer went off.

He slid each item from the backpack. A new coloring book, a set of five cars, and a pair of adult-sized Spidey PJs.

"I always wanted these," he held the sleep short set up. "Asked Santa for them each year. How did you know?"

"Lucky guess. I'm glad you like them and now you have a place to store your toys." High-five, Daddy. Your instincts have remained sharp . "Would you like to color Daddy another picture while I fix dinner?"

"Yes. Where did you put the crayons?"

"If you go into the spare room you'll see where I set your things." I longed to use the words they're in your playroom , one day soon. Don't get too far ahead of yourself, Casey. This one will take time and nurturing .

Both things I excelled at.

Chase came out a few minutes later. I watched as he placed his Spidey figure on the table as he had last time to watch him color then sat a familiar bear in the chair beside him. Lucky . He brought the bear I gave him.

Life was great with Chase in it.

He took the blue and red crayons and held them up to his Spidey figurine to try and match. "What do you think? Spidey?"

I'd have recorded him if he'd allow me. I swore this was the cutest thing I'd ever witnessed.

He's almost there, Casey.

"This one? No. How about this one? Okay." He took the color they'd decided upon and got to work.

"Daddy?" Chase asked. I turned to face him, but he was wrapped up in coloring his picture just right.

"Yes, sweet boy."

"You always call me sweet boy, and I am. But I want a nickname just for me. Something special."

"You do, do you?"

"Yes. Can you make one for me?" His head popped up and his eyes met mine.

"How about my little songbird?"

Chase scrunched up his lips and closed one eye, then the other. "Little Songbird. I like it, Daddy." He hopped in place, clearly pleased with this decision.

"Then my little songbird it is. "

The final piece of my heart was now his. This precious little who not only trusted me enough to call me Daddy but to gift him with a special name meant just for him.

Allowing Chase time to finish his latest piece of art, I decided to whip up a batch of homemade mac ‘n cheese to add to our dining menu. Something we could reheat and munch on over the weekend as well. About the time everything finished up, Chase ran across the kitchen to me.

"Careful, Little Songbird. You don't want to slip and fall on the tile."

"'Kay, Daddy. Look, I finished your new picture." He handed it to me then made a kissy face. "Kiss, Daddy, kiss."

Resistance would be futile.

I was Daddy, finally.

We kissed then he stood beside me, grinning wide as I assessed his picture.

"Chase, it's magnificent. Would you like to decide where to hang it on the fridge?"

"Yes, please." He skipped over the fridge and picked a magnet. "You got new magnets, Daddy?"

"I did. Do you like them?" I'd super heroe'd out. I swore the lady at the store thought I'd lost my mind as I flipped through every set they had before choosing as I had. This house would soon be taken over by Spiderman and I was happy to step aside for the webbed hero .

He lined the new picture up with the old one and set them up as he wanted. "There, Daddy."

"Magnificent, Little Songbird. Wash your hands while Daddy plates up your dinner."

"Yummy! K, Daddy. I'm a good boy." He wandered down the hall. I heard the bathroom sink turn on then off a few seconds later.

Chase scooped up his stuff and put it in his new backpack then set it aside.

"Thank you for all my new stuff. I love it."

His little was slipping back behind the veil, but at least I saw him for a while. I guesstimated little Chase was around four-ish, maybe five age wise, but progress had been made for sure.

"You are very welcome, Little Songbird." Chase blushed but didn't correct me, so the nickname appeared to be fine to use whether he was big or little. "What was your favorite piece?"

He glanced at the backpack. "The PJs."

"Would you like to wear them tonight?"

"Yes, please."

"Such a polite boy. Daddy will wash them after dinner, so they don't chaff your bum."

He giggled. "Bum."

Okay, so maybe not totally big Chase. This had become a game of cat and mouse with little Chase, and I quite enjoyed it. Next on my ever-growing Daddy list was to buy Chase a divided plate and sippy cup. He may not use it, but we would see .

He dipped a dino nugget into each sauce and licked it off. I'd set out ranch, ketchup, mustard, and a bit of mild buffalo sauce and he seemed to enjoy them all.

"Dinosaurs are cool."

He licked the ranch then shoved the whole thing in his mouth. The reason why he licked the sauce off first was lost to me, but I enjoyed watching him.

Chase broke up a couple of nuggets and put them in the mac and cheese and then poured the buffalo sauce in and mixed it up.

"Oh, that's perfect." He dug in and shoveled in a spoonful.

"Careful so you don't choke." Chase nodded but kept eating.

Note to self, next time I make mac, add chicken and buffalo sauce. That actually sounded pretty good and would make a meal by itself.

Chase ate every piece on his plate. "Did you want seconds?"

"Are we having ice cream?"

Ah, desserts. Another mystery unlocked. "We are."

"Then no thank you. Thank you for dinner, it was yummy." Chase rose, rinsed his plate, and put it in the dishwasher. "Can we watch a movie tonight? Nothing scary, though. I do not like being scared. "

"And I don't like it when my boy is scared. Why don't you find something we can watch while I clean up and wash your PJs."

"Okay, Daddy." He kissed my cheek and scampered off to the living room.

Chase, whether big or little, was the most adorable man I had ever met.

"What did you find?" I handed him his bowl.

"Yay, sprinkles!" He took a bite. "Dunno. Nothing caught my eye."

He was occupied inhaling his ice cream, so I grabbed the remote and did a quick search.

"How about this?" The newest version of his favorite hero in cartoon format was on.

"Yes." His head bobbed and I counted down to the inevitable.

Three.

Two.

One.

"Owie, owie, owie!" Chase rubbed his forehead.

"Eating ice cream too fast is no fun. Slow it down, Songbird."

"Sorry, Daddy."

"No need to apologize. Are you okay now?"

"Yes."

And back to shoveling it in. Some lessons were learned the hard way. Repeatedly.