10. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Stanley

“I have an idea for that room,” Jobe said one morning during breakfast.

I pretended I didn’t know which room he spoke of, but it wasn’t lost on me when he growled each time he passed the playroom.

“Which room, sweetheart?”

“That blasted playroom.”

“Blasted, huh?” I glanced up at him. “What do you plan to do with it?”

“Donate everything in it and make it a remote sewing room for when I’m here. I seem to be at my most creative when we’re together.”

It was difficult to school the smirk my face was insisting upon. In the end I managed, though only just.

Over the past few weeks, he’d silently moved a handful of his things in, and I pretended not to notice though secretly, I loved it. I’d already planned a playroom makeover as his big Christmas present. The contractors were lined up and ready to roll but I had to get Jobe out of here for a few days to make it happen in time.

“Hmm, that’s an idea. Hey, aren’t we tree shopping today?”

“Yes, and I almost forgot. Beck and I are Christmas shopping tomorrow.” Jobe slid off his chair and onto my lap. “Whatever will you do without me for a day, Daddy?”

He knew that word coming from him shot straight to my cock. I thrust up to remind him just what it did to me.

“Naughty Daddy.”

“Yes, but I’m your naughty Daddy. Sweet boy, may I ask why that room bothers you as it does?”

“Hmph.” A feeble protest from my now pouting boy. “’Cause it means someone else was here with my Daddy.”

“That sounds a bit possessive.” Which filled me with joy, though I’d never let him know that.

“Possession is nine-tenths of the law, though in this case it’s one hundred percent.” His fingers traced along the V line of the t-shirt I wore.

“Hmm. Don’t forget we have dinner with Beck and Crispin tonight.”

“How could I forget? Beck’s been texting me every thirty seconds. I better get home soon and deal with him.”

“Let me pack a bag. We can crash at your place for the next couple of nights in case Beck needs us.” Hoped that went over without a hitch.

“Good call.”

It wasn’t often we stayed at Jobe’s place as he seemed to prefer mine. I shot off a text to the contractor and let him know I’d already cleared the room and he was good to go. All the more reason to keep Jobe away from it and here. The contractor was the same one who’d done the other renovations and was familiar with the building’s construction protocol. Security had been given the all clear to let him and his team in. Three days tops he’d assured me to complete the minor rehab, though I hoped he’d be done in two.

On the way back to Jobe’s we stopped by the tree farm and selected a large one for my place and a smaller one for his, both would be delivered tomorrow. We’d ordered a ridiculous amount of decorations for both trees and houses which had already arrived.

“You’re home!” Beck screamed as we stepped inside Jobe’s apartment and scared the shit out of us.

“Jesus, Beck, give me the key back. Damn near had to use your CPR training on us.” Jobe held his hand out for the key which Beck ignored.

“But I’m sooo excited.” The boy wiggled in place. This one without a doubt was a little, the more I got to know him the clearer that became. “Sorry, Daddy Stanley.”

“It’s okay, little one, but might I suggest a change of clothes before we leave for dinner?” He was currently in the most adorable bunny one-piece footed PJs. “I take it you like bunnies.”

“Silly Daddy, I love bunnies!” he squealed. I’d forgotten how excitable littles were.

“I’m so sorry but I do believe the restaurant has a dress code. Maybe you could sneak a onesie on underneath your big boy clothes?”

“Ohhhh, good idea, Daddy Stanley. Jobe, will you help me get dressed. Pleassseeee?”

Jobe gave me the look what you’ve done glare, but I ignored him. “Go help him, Jobe, I’ll get things situated here.” If I wasn’t mistaken, my boy flipped me the bird on his way out. Hmm, I’d have to remember that for later when he wanted to come but got denied. My cock could use a little warming this evening.

While the boys were gone, I did a bit of online shopping for Christmas and included Beck in that. While Jobe had been honest with me and told me he and Beck used to hook up, I held no ill-will to either of them over it. Clearly they were not meant to be as a couple and were better off as best friends, and since I entered the picture they’d ended the sexual benefits part of their relationship.

My only fear was how Crispin would handle finding out what Beck did for a living. I hoped my dear friend wasn’t that shallow, but I also knew how that would look to some. I didn’t run in the millionaire circles, didn’t care for most of them, and this was one of those things we’d never agree upon. What one did with their body was their choice and if they chose to take off their clothes for fun or income then so be it. But my gut told me Beck would happily forego his current occupation in lieu of being a full-time boy for the right Daddy.

Oddly enough I’d never frequented Beck’s place of employment even though I’d been to most of the gay bars in town. I was thankful for that. Seeing this cute little in his birthday suit would feel all kinds of wrong. I preferred to see him as Little Beck, Jobe’s best friend.

“How did I not realize my bestie was a little?” Jobe plopped down on the couch beside me an hour or so later. “I nearly had to sedate him to get him dressed. That boy has far too much energy for me.”

“It does take a special Daddy for that job. Speaking of Beck, where is he?”

“Feeding his goldfish Goldie and leaving a light on for it.” Jobe rolled his eyes. “All these years. I kinda feel like a dick for never having realized this about him. I just used him for my own benefit and now I feel bad.”

“Awe, my Jobe is all growed up,” I teased. “Hopefully we’ve found him the perfect Daddy so he can have his happily ever after.”

“That would be wonderful because now I feel overly protective of him. Like the best friend I should’ve been all along.”

“Well, we’re staying here for a couple of nights and can keep an eye on him. You know you’re welcome to have him over to my place anytime you want.” I nearly said our place and spoiled his gifts.

“Really? You’d be okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, because, you know.”

“Because of your past? I’m not programmed like that. I trust you both and now that Beck knows we know his secret his little is out more. Have you not noticed that?” There was no way he hadn’t given what he just said.

“For sure. Thank you, Daddy, for trusting me.”

“I love you, Jobe. I have no reason not to trust you.”

“I love you, too.” He popped up and kissed me. “Gonna go freshen up, be right back.”

Seemed my boy got hit with his own burst of energy. I shook my head and did a bit internet browsing until Beck came bouncing in.

“Where’s Jobe?”

“Getting ready.”

“Ugh, we’re never gonna leave and Daddy Crispin is gonna get mad and I’ll never get my chance. Jobe takes forever,” he sighed.

“Little one, we have a bit of time. Besides, Crispin isn’t like that. If he had a mean bone in his body I would know, and I wouldn’t have suggested you meet him. I’d never let anyone hurt you and I hope you know that.”

His head bobbed up and down like an excited pup. “I do and thank you.” He gave me a big hug then skipped off down the hall toward Jobe’s room, returning with my boy a few minutes later.

“Okay, absolutely no—as in zero—sugar for Beck tonight. He’s already wound up,” Jobe complained, though it fell on deaf ears when I saw what he chose to wear tonight.

“Jobe, you’re absolutely stunning.” White slacks that cut just above his ankles with a matching white blazer and pink silk shirt beneath it. Heels on those gloriously long legs was nothing short of amazing and I couldn’t wait to peel every piece off him later.

He spun around and winked. “Guess what I’m wearing beneath it, Daddy?” The flirt sent my imagination places it need not visit right now.

“Let’s go. Please,” Beck pleaded as I finally broke eye contact with my boy and adjusted the massive erection he’d given me. “You can play hidey hole later.”

Well, that was like a splash of ice water to the crotch.

The car awaited us downstairs, and we pulled up to the restaurant valet right on time as Crispin emerged from the car in front of us. Hiring a car was the right choice, then Jobe and I could partake in a worry-free adult beverage, or two.

“Crispin, great to see you.” We embraced. “I’d like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Jobe, and his friend, Beck.”

“Jobe, I believe we’ve crossed paths a time or two.”

“Please tell me we didn’t do a scene together. No offense but it would make this night far too awkward.”

Crispin released a hearty chuckle. “No, I assure you we have not. I’m a bit fixated on,” his eyes darted to Beck. “Littles. But it’s wonderful to finally meet you.” They shook hands then Crispin held his out to Beck and kissed the top of Beck’s once it touched his. “Beck, I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Me, too,” Beck blushed and giggled, and Crispin’s face lit up.

“Gentlemen,” Crispin held onto Beck’s hand, “shall we step inside?”

“Welcome back, Mr. Grainger, we have your table ready. Please, follow me.” The hostess handed us menus after we were seated. “Your server tonight is Andre. He’ll be by shortly. Enjoy your meals.”

“Good evening, gentlemen. I’m your server tonight, Andre. Can I start you off with any appetizers or drinks from the bar?”

“Wine, my love?” I asked Jobe, knowing his answer already.

“Gods, yes, please.” I got the feeling Jobe was on edge about what would come from his filterless friend’s mouth tonight.

“I’ll have a bourbon, neat,” Crispin ordered. “Beck, would you want a drink?”

“Blech,” he stuck his tongue out. “I don’t drink alcohol, but I’ll have a soda if that’s okay?”

“That’s very okay, sweet boy.” Crispin was quite smitten with Beck already.

“So, Beck, how do you and Jobe know each other?”

“I live next door to him, and we used to play hidey hole before he found his Daddy.”