11. Leo

Chapter eleven

Leo

C all it a hunch, but I sensed Isaac would wake up and wonder what a man was doing in his arms. I wasn’t curvy and feminine, and he’s also said he hadn’t played at being a Daddy in years. I’d called men Daddy in bed, but never one who was experienced with the kink. My mind had gone to a different plane of pleasure, and I barely remembered him washing my body and getting me into his bed.

Even if he didn’t freak out, I was. Just a little bit.

Most men thought the title was hot in bed, but less so in a relationship. Isaac seemed on board for both. It scared me.

Either I’d made this amazing connection and we could pursue how it fit us, or he rejected me because I wasn’t what he wanted. The latter seemed more likely.

So instead of waking him up with a kiss goodbye where he might want to talk, I’d taken the easy way out. Dezi was easily entertained, and when she said she wanted her Daddy to make pancakes, I sent her to wake him up.

Call it cowardice or self-preservation, but I high-tailed my gay ass out the door as soon as I heard him reply to her. I composed a message before the elevator arrived, and made my way across the city in a daze. I really did have plans with my sister and brother, but not for a few hours.

Isaac didn’t reply until the bus was pulling up to my North Beach neighborhood, but I waited until I got off to read it. If I was going to be upset, I didn’t want to do it on a public bus.

Most of his words were thanking me, and I wasn’t sure if it was the response I wanted. Was I expecting him to tell me I was a good boy and should come back to stay the night again? He was a single dad, he didn’t want a relationship with a man he barely knew when he’d never done anything like that before.

“I’ve never kissed a man before, let alone…everything we did, ” he’d texted. Isaac had said something similar when we kissed, but he hadn’t hesitated in the moment.

No, the man had me coming on command and feeling like I’d been drugged.

Unlocking the gate to my sister’s house, I put in the code for our door and slipped inside. I could hear Nacho laughing to something playing on his tablet from his room, and I smelled breakfast. Following my nose down the hall, I found my sister in the kitchen at the back of her first floor unit.

“Hermano, you’ve returned!” Cam greeted me with a feline grin, wielding a spatula like a weapon. “I take it your walk of shame means last night went better than expected?”

Cam was my best friend, besides Nacho, and I’d told her about my silly crush on the straight dad. She wouldn’t let me off the hook after I’d raced to his place and stayed over the week before. It was all I could do to keep her from telling our parents when we’d visited.

“I, yeah. Better than just dinner,” I admitted, snagging a piece of bacon from the plate she was making, earning a smack on the back of my hand from the spatula. “Ow, I’m hungry.”

Cam waggled her eyebrows, “Worked up an appetite with Dezi’s Daddy?”

“Don’t call him that,” I groaned.

“No?” Something in my tone or facial expression must have clued her in, because her cat caught the canary grin widened. “Only you get to call him that? Or is it Papi?”

Turning to leave, I found a greasy spatula across my path. “Cam, I’m not talking about this with you.”

She frowned and crossed her arms when I leaned against the door frame, “Why not? You’re finally seeing someone and I don’t get to hear about it?”

“I’m not seeing Isaac,” I hedged.

“Why?” Dezi straightened, her face turning stony. “Did he reject you? Use you and then say he was straight? I’ll kill him.”

“Down, sis,” I chuckled at her fierce protective response. “He didn’t reject me, necessarily. He needs time to think.”

“Think about what? You’re a catch. College-educated, great with kids, handsome, sweet. He’d be lucky to have you in his life,” she insisted and went back to tending her bacon. “Judging by that hickey on your neck, he sampled the goods and left five stars.”

“What?” Slapping my hand to my neck, I couldn’t remember Isaac sucking a mark there. I recalled splashing water on my face and using a spare toothbrush at Isaac’s, and I hadn’t seen anything.

“Caught you,” Cam chuckled and I realized she was testing me.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed another piece of bacon when she was looking in the fridge for eggs. “I don’t have a hickey.”

“But the chances weren’t zero,” Cam teased. “So what does the man need to think about?”

“He is straight, like I thought. Or thought he was…” I nibbled on my lip, remembering how it felt to wake in his arms with Isaac’s thick cock half-hard against my ass.

“You will never know unless you ask,” Cam shrugged and poured the eggs she’d whisked with milk into the pan. Normally I made the meals, but Cam could cook as well as I did. I hadn’t been here, and she was fine. “So, did you ask?”

“Sure, I’ll just say, ‘Isaac, I know I was the first man you ever…kissed, but do you want to date me?’ as if it isn’t a big deal.” I amended from something dirtier and Cam raised a brow. She knew I wasn’t a virgin, but I was never getting into details with my sister. “That won’t scare him off.”

Cam dropped the subject as Nacho entered the room asking for breakfast. I would let Isaac have his space. If Isaac was interested in more, he would have to be the one to say so.

A week passed before I heard from Isaac again. I’d seen him in passing at school, but we only talked about Dezi. I missed him, if I was being honest.

Unfortunately, when he did message it wasn’t asking me to explore our connection. It looked more like a copy and paste from messaging others the same request, tweaked to be sent to me.

Isaac

Sorry I haven’t messaged, been a busy week. Would you like to join Dezi and me for Friendsgiving the Saturday after Thanksgiving? I’m making turkey and gravy, and friends of mine are bringing fixings and dessert. Your sister and Nacho are welcome to join!

Did I want to bring my sister and nephew to meet Isaac's friends over dinner? I wasn’t sure. They could be a good buffer, in case it was awkward for me to be around him. But it was bound to be awkward no matter what. I should say we have plans and put the man in the back of my mind where straight boy crushes belong.

“What has your face all messed up?” Cam asked, walking into the living room and kicking off her shoes before flopping down on the couch with her feet on my lap.

“Your face is messed up,” I countered, because you didn’t have to be mature with siblings. Instead of clarifying, I held the phone out for her to read.

“Your Daddy invited us to dinner? I’m in,” Cam nodded as if the decision was settled. She took my phone and started typing without my permission.

“What? No!” I tried to take my phone back, but she pushed me out of the way with her feet on my chest. Before I could get a hold of my phone, I heard the sound of a sent message. “What did you say?”

“Thank me later,” Cam said, standing to stretch. “Are you making dinner, or should we order delivery?”

Ignoring her, I looked at the message she sent and groaned. Fuck my life.