Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22

LUKE

Christmas Day

I wake to my favorite view in the world.

Timothy is sprawled out in my bed, eyes closed and face free of any worry. He’s peaceful this way. And so damn beautiful it hurts.

I rub my chest absently as I take him in.

His bare chest is on display, the covers clinging to his waist. I’d told him there was no reason to redress last night given how I intended to take him many, many times throughout the midnight hours. Sure enough, I kept my promise, ravishing my boy as often as possible.

Speaking of which — the tented sheets beg for my attention. I reach over, revealing his erection slowly so as not to wake him up.

My boy gave me full permission to have my way with him any time I wanted last night. The memory gives me chills just thinking about it.

“Daddy,” he says.

“Yes, honeybee?” I run my finger down his spine, my mouth watering as I think of how my cum drips from his hole right now.

He doesn’t answer me, which of course, gets my full attention. When I turn to look at his face, he’s blushing so intensely I just know he’s trying to gather the courage to say something sexual.

“You can, you know, use me if you like.”

I raise my brow. “Use you?”

“Yes. Like, when I’m sleeping and stuff. You could play even when I’m tired.” As if to show what he means, he yawns wide.

Trailing my hand back up his body, I stop at his neck. With a firm grip, I make sure his gaze is locked with mine.

“Are you giving me free reign? Free use of you, honeybee?”

He smiles softly, those precious eyes I love twinkling in delight. “I’m all yours.”

Knowing he’ll wake as I play with him is an intoxicating feeling. I want to let him rest, sure, but I can admit the idea of exploring him while he’s still asleep holds massive appeal for me. I don’t know that I’ll ever get enough.

I pull his leg wide to give me better access. He’s still sloppy from the last time we had sex, so I gather the mess enough to ease my way inside him. I stretch him slowly, taking my time to watch him for even the tiniest indication he’s waking up.

Other than a soft moan or shift of his hips, he remains still through my exploration. It’s not until I’m pushing my length inside him that he starts to come to.

The second I see he’s awake, I increase the speed and force of my thrusts. “Morning, honeybee. Don’t mind Daddy. I just needed inside this perfect hole.”

He hums happily. “Morning, Daddy.”

We don’t speak after that. Other than the sounds of our pleasure and our bodies coming together, the room is quiet. I fucking love it.

Minutes later, after he’s come all over his chest, and I’ve filled him again, he kisses me lazily while running his fingers through my hair. I hold him close, my cock still inside him like the greedy fucker I am.

“Hungry,” he grumbles against my chest.

I grin as I kiss his forehead. Easing out of him, I tug us both into the shower to clean up before we head downstairs.

When we finally get downstairs, he turns quickly in my arms and gasps. “Merry Christmas! I can’t believe I forgot!”

“It’s fine. I had you in my arms and on my cock. Best Christmas morning ever.”

He blushes at my words, then scampers off to the kitchen. By the time I make my way there, he’s sitting on the counter, legs swinging while he shovels cereal in his mouth.

I grab my own bowl, then lean beside him. We eat in silence, neither of us sated enough to come up with a topic.

My mind goes to his gift upstairs and how he’ll react to it. I’ve put a ton of thought into the space. Well, thoughts, time, and money. The last two are much less important.

I feel as if I have a good idea of who my boy is these days. The months we’ve spent together have shown me just what he does and doesn’t like. I’ve been able to put together a space that feels uniquely fitted to him. There’s no denying I have no intention of using it for anyone else.

As soon as he’s finished, my boy jumps off the counter and sprints away. His voice calls over his shoulder, “Stay there, Daddy!”

I chuckle while finishing my own food. While I wait, I clean our dishes so it’s one less worry. Knowing he’ll be upset if I move to the living room, I park myself against the counter to wait.

The next time he comes into view, he’s carrying a medium sized box with a bow on it. “Merry Christmas… again. Here’s your gift.”

He shoves the box my way, his gaze turning nervous. I sit it on the counter, careful with the contents since he appeared to handle it gently.

I’m not at all prepared for what I find beneath the fluffy tissue paper.

“Honeybee,” I whisper. “You —“

Tears fill my eyes as I take in the photo in the frame. While the image is familiar since it’s fairly recent, it’s the addition of the person beside me that has me ready to bawl my eyes out.

“Do you like it?” he asks shyly.

“Do I like it?! I love it. How did you…? When did you…? This is an amazing gift.”

I pull the frame out carefully, my eyes never leaving the image before me.

Timothy shifts to stand beside me. “It was pretty easy to coordinate. I found a guy, Malik, who has a photography studio locally. His website boasted about his photoshop skills. When I reached out, he was more than excited to help. I’m glad you like it, Daddy.”

The photo of my mom and me by the ice in the Bears arena is the perfect present. I’ve never thought to do something like this. Never could have fathomed it possible.

“There’s something else in there too,” he says shyly after a minute of staring at the image with me. “I didn’t want to presume, but I figured since it’s the thought that counts, then maybe you’d like it.”

I push aside the rest of the tissue paper to find what else he’s given me. This one gift is already more than I expected. He has no clue how utterly perfect it is. How can he top it?

The second I see the next image; I realize how foolish I was to underestimate my boy. Because he not only thought to gift me this, but he also made another version that includes him. So not only is my mom there with me for this next stage of life, but I’ve got the man I’m in love with by my side too.

“Oh honeybee.” I ease the frame to the counter, then sweep him into my arms. Kissing him with every ounce of emotion I’m feeling, I take his mouth in a torrent of need and promise.

I love you.

I love you.

I FUCKING LOVE YOU.

Unable to contain the words, I decide the best way to show him is to give him his gift in return. I can only hope I’m as spot on with him as he has been with me.

“Come with me. It’s time for your present,” I say as I lift him into my arms and set off for his playroom.

He giggles freely while I rush through the house. “Where’s the fire, Daddy?”

I nip at his jaw. “No fire. Just excited. Been working on this for months.”

“Months?”

Even with my focus on making it to the room, I feel his eyes on me. They’re assessing just how serious I am.

At the door to the room, I ease him to the ground. “Months, honeybee. Since our first visit to the specialty store, in fact.”

I don’t give him more than a second to process the timeline of events before opening the door. He gasps, then rushes inside.

“Oh my god!”

The awe in his tone soothes the worry I’d felt about this moment. I’d spent countless nights wondering if he’d even like the space or if he’d feel I was being too forward. Knowing I did good is just the icing on the cake of this deliciously sweet day.

“Do you like it?”

He whips his head around from where he’s taken up residence by the large bed in the corner. “Do I like it? Daddy, you built me a playroom. Like a full room. There’s…”

His hands wave around, like he’s trying to encapsulate everything he’s seeing. The largest piece in the room is the bed with custom side railings. I’ve also included a custom-built changing table that’s stocked with his favorite brand and style of diapers. There’s a mini fridge in one corner near the kitchenette for when he needs snacks. And the toys. Dear god, the toys.

I’ve included everything my boy has expressed interest in. Literally, everything.

“It’s too much. It’s… Daddy this is my dream. How did you steal my dreams?”

Moving over to him, I wrap myself around him until he’s still again. “I simply paid attention, honeybee. Everything you’ve ever shown an interest in, anything you’ve mentioned offhandedly as cute, wound up in here. I couldn’t convince you to stay with me if I didn’t have the perfect place for Little Timmy, now could I?”

“You want me to stay with you? Like move in?” His wide eyes have me grinning.

“Honeybee, you practically already do. When was the last time you stayed more than a single night at your place? And where are most of your clothes? If you really think about it, we’ve been living together for a while now.”

He sputters for a minute before nodding. “Ok, that’s fair. You have a point.”

It’s funny how he can easily switch his opinion when the facts are presented.

“Now then, would you like to play in your new room while Daddy finds the perfect place for my new pictures?”

My boy claps excitedly. “Yes, please.”

“Then let’s get you dressed first,” I tell him as I ease him in the direction of the changing table.

Laying him flat across the top, I ease down his pants and underwear to reveal his lower half. I make sure to liberally apply the lotion before putting one of his bow tie diapers on. When the snap is in place, I remove his shirt and replace it with a custom onesie from the collection the store got.

“Soft, Daddy,” he says once I have him all done up.

“Yes, honeybee. You only get the best of fabrics for playtime.”

I carry him over to the mat where most of the toys are. Easing him down, I make sure he looks me in the eye so he can follow my instructions.

“Daddy is going to go work on my project. You stay in here and play. I’ll have my monitor with me to keep an eye on you, so don’t go misbehaving.”

At his curious stare, I grab the small device from the top shelf and show it to him. The screen illuminates, showing off the room from the angle I have in the camera near the bed. I turned it to face the play space when I went to retrieve him.

“This lets me see you in the room when I need to be in a different part of the house. You’ll always have my eyes on you, honeybee. Ok?”

He nods quickly. “Ok, Daddy. Play now?”

“Yes, you can play.”

Without needing another yes from me, he dives into playtime. I watch for a minute, then set off to do as I told him I would. I need to find the perfect spot for my photos because I intend on showing off my boy’s kind heart and loving nature.

As I’m deciding on a spot, a series of texts come in through one of my group chats. I pull out my phone to see it’s the one with all the Daddies.

Bellamy: Merry Christmas D-men.

Aries: Ha-ha. Sports reference for the win.

Maddox: Really weird joke, but yeah, Merry Christmas.

Leon: What Madd said.

Bishop: You’re all idiots. Why are you not with your men?

Aries: Mine is in my arms. Don’t be mean, Bish.

Bishop: Don’t call me Bish or I’ll show you why they say I’m brutal.

Bellamy: No need for violence. This is supposed to be a holiday greeting, gentlemen.

Leon: The fact that you said gentlemen tells me far too much about how delusional you are.

I fire off my own text to them.

Luke: Merry Christmas and all that you heathens. My boy is happily playing in his new room. Thanks for all the advice. Your boys are more than welcome to come for a playdate after the new year.

They all reply in kind, thanking me for the offer and telling me they’ll let me know when they can come. Hopefully, we can get them all out here at once. I know my boy enjoys spending time with Finn and Atlas. I can only imagine if getting the chance to play with the others will make him happier.

What’s that saying? Oh yeah, the more the merrier.

How fitting.