Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

C reatures of all types had taken over Grey’s dining room. Ringing the large table, one impressive orc led the quest he had painstakingly created for the entertainment of his friends. Grey knew more about magical creatures than he’d ever thought possible. To his delight, Mack had allowed him to help in plotting the adventure. They worked on the quest together.

“I’m never going to get those ears off Zoey,” Dr. Richards told him with a laugh.

“She makes a cute elf,” Benton observed.

“The cutest,” Dr. Richards agreed. “Her desire to be authentic caused havoc. My house is not set up for arrows to be shot down the hallway. Nor am I willing to set apples on my head for target practice.”

The other Daddies and Mommies laughed quietly, trying not to disturb the game play a few yards away.

“The growing wind wailed through the sheltering branches, sounding almost like laughter,” the dungeon master orc proclaimed as he sent a glowering look at the group in the kitchen.

“We better move into the family room, so we don’t disturb the forces of nature,” Dr. Richards suggested.

“Good idea,” Grey agreed. He picked up two of the hors d’oeuvre trays Onelia had left for the group and led them away.

“How is Mack doing?” Lazzaro asked.

“Tense. This game was a great distraction. His former friend John has contacted him a lot recently. I’ve asked Mack not to communicate with him. I suggested he block him, but Mack’s not ready for that,” Grey shared.

“You may wish to let him answer. I believe there’s been some changes in residents living at that address,” Lazzaro said with a meaningful look.

Grey understood immediately the subtle message from the seasoned detective. Joanie must have moved out of John’s house. It might be safe for Mackie to be in contact with his friend. Maybe.

The Littles were allowed to play a bit past their bedtimes since it was Saturday night. However, soon it was apparent the quest would have to continue another night as many tired Littles sat with their heads propped up on their hands. As they were bundled up and guided out of the house, Grey suspected many would be asleep before they reached the guard shack.

“Come on, Little boy. It’s time for you to be in bed.”

Yawning, Mackie didn’t even try to argue. He took Grey’s hand and stumbled down the hall next to him. “That was fun, Daddy. Can we do it again?”

“I think your friends would enjoy that. You were a very good dungeon master,” Grey complimented him, knowing Mackie had been quite nervous about leading the evening’s excursion—especially with a team of novice players.

“They really got into it. It was a good idea to video chat with everyone ahead of time to set up their characters. They really got into their creatures.”

“Says the handsome orc who led the action. I’m not sure you won’t still be green tomorrow at work,” Grey teased as he stopped by the bed to undress the most precious monster ever.

Mack looked concerned for a few seconds and then grinned. “I’ll just convince Armando to turn the lights down lower. No one will be able to tell.”

“That is a perfect plan, Mackie.”

“Daddy? Did you ever make love to an orc?”

“I can’t say that I have,” Grey admitted, liking where this conversation was going. He looked over Mack’s fit body as he revealed it. The younger man was adorable, to say the least, with only the parts of his body exposed by the costume being painted green. “Are you a good orc or an evil foe?”

“Maybe I’m good at being bad.” Mack flexed his arms low in front of him and roared menacingly.

“You are very scary, Mr. Orc. Maybe I don’t want to mess with you.”

Mack leaned close and whispered, “Remember, Daddy, it’s me. Mackie. I’m not really a bad guy.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Grey whispered back, completely enchanted. He started stripping off his clothes as he stepped out of his shoes.

When he was nude, Grey cleared his throat and declared, “Be gone with you, orc! I will flee into the shower and trust you will not follow me.”

Running, he dashed into the large walk-in shower and hid around the corner after arming himself with the handheld sprayer. Grey heard Mack’s feet thud on the tiled bathroom floor a few seconds later. He put his hand on the shower controls and waited.

A roar filled the shower area as a naked, half-green Mackie appeared at the entrance. Grey flipped the water on and aimed the sprayer at him. A shocked expression appeared on Mackie’s face before he grinned and collapsed to the floor whining, “I’m melting,” as the green makeup washed away.

“Witches melt in water, Mackie. Not orcs,” Grey reminded him with a grin.

“I’m melting because of you, Daddy,” Mack told him, scooting closer.

“Because of me?” Grey repeated, waiting to hear the punchline.

“I love you, Daddy,” Mack whispered, running his hands up Grey’s legs to wrap around his thighs.

Grey’s emotions roller-coastered from laughing to completely smitten. How had he thought he’d enjoyed life before this enchanting man had come into his world? Lowering himself to the floor, he wrapped his arms around Mack and tugged him close.

“I love you, Mackie. More than I ever dreamed was possible.”

Pressing his lips against the younger man’s, Grey tried to kiss him with all the emotion swelling inside him. Mack’s response made his heart skip a beat. This was the real thing.

Lifting his head, Grey said, “I’m not making love to you on the cold shower floor. Let’s get all this green off and I’ll show you how much I care for you.”

Mack nodded eagerly and jumped to his feet, holding out a hand for Grey’s. “You do look good green,” the sassy Little told him.

“You smeared me good, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.”

The two tenderly washed each other, rotating under the spray of the warm water. Each touch and caress led to another, swept along with kisses and hugs interspersed. When the last of the green makeup swirled down the drain, both men were beyond watching.

Grey grabbed a towel from the hook and gently wiped the moisture from Mack’s body before roughly drying himself. Wrapping his arms around Mackie, he walked him backward through the bathroom toward the large bed, kissing him every step of the way. When Mack turned to crawl onto the bed, Grey stopped him.

He yanked the comforter and top sheet downward and pushed Mack backward to sit down. Kneeling between his legs, Grey looked over his Little’s toned runner’s body and appreciated each inch of deliciousness before him. Grey wrapped his hands around Mack’s knees and stroked them along his thighs.

“You’re mine, Mack. I’m never letting you go.”

The shimmer of tears appeared in the younger man’s eyes, revealing the depth of his emotions. Grey knew how much he was feeling. Those feelings welled inside him too—love, desire, hope, friendship, excitement, and hunger. Leaning forward, Grey pressed his lips to Mack’s, increasing the heat of their exchange until each man breathed hard.

He kissed a path down Mack’s sensitive neck and over his shoulder, taking his time. There was no rush now. He planned to enjoy this and make sure Mack did as well.

Leaning back slightly, he drew a fingertip down the center of Mack’s chest. His Little leaned back to watch as Grey got closer to his burgeoning cock. “Breathe, Mackie,” Grey reminded him.

“Touch me, please.”

“Oh, I plan to touch all of you.”

Grey wrapped his fingers around the base of Mack’s thick cock and squeezed. “All of you.”

The younger man’s groan made Grey’s erection twitch in response. Grey took his time, pulling on his experience with what Mack enjoyed and craved. He leaned forward to wrap his lips around the soft head and lick the tip, enjoying the flavor of Mack’s essence as it welled from him. Humming his approval, he felt the younger man’s hands wrap around his shoulders for stability and tighten.

“You’re going to kill me,” Mack moaned.

“But you’re going to enjoy every minute of it.”

Changing tactics, Grey stood abruptly with his hands wrapped around the back of Mack’s thighs to flip him onto his back. He moved Mack further onto the bed, away from the edge, and climbed onto the mattress to loom over him. Grey slid his hard cock against Mack’s erection.

“I am going to fill you so full, Mackie. Can you take all of me?”

Mack nodded frantically as his hands swept over Grey’s body. He leaned forward to press kisses to his torso as he caressed and tasted him. There was no mistaking how much Mack wanted him.

Grey delayed for a few minutes, building the heat between them. When he couldn’t hold off any longer, he rose to his knees to reach for the lubricant in the bedside table. Mack’s gaze devoured him as he coated himself in the slippery mixture. Mack reached up to help him and stopped when Grey shook his head.

“No touching Daddy without permission, Mackie.”

“But…”

“No buts. Well, except for this one,” Grey teased, cupping Mack’s tight ass.

“Help Daddy, Mackie. Put your legs up on my shoulders,” he instructed, knowing that his Little wanted to contribute. Grey helped him move into position.

“Oh!” Mack moaned as Grey applied lubricant to Mack’s tight opening. “Please, Daddy. Now.”

Grey pressed his cock against that ring of muscle and pushed as Mack lifted himself to assist the process. Warmth enclosed him as he glided inside, testing his control. Mack always felt so incredible around him. Now knowing that his Little loved him added something more.

Trying to move slowly to make this last, Grey soon abandoned that idea. Neither of them could endure that type of torture. He plunged into Mack’s heat, feeling the other man’s stiff cock pressed urgently against his stomach. Grey poured more lubricant into his palm and wrapped his fingers around Mack’s erection.

Their movements were fast and frantic as their bodies crashed into each other. Grey loved seeing Mack’s expressive face, displaying his arousal and need as the room heated. The sheen of sweat on his body invited tastes and nibbles.

Hot fluid coated his fingers as Mack came with a shout. Grey continued to caress him as he sped up his thrusts. A short time later, he bellowed his pleasure into the room and collapsed to the bed, drawing Mack with him to the side to avoid crushing him. He loved the sound of their harsh breath easing as their bodies cooled down.

“I love you, Mackie.”

“I love you, Daddy,” Mack said and yawned widely. His exhaustion was undeniable now after that burst of exertion.

“Come here. Scooch up to the pillows.” Grey went to the bathroom to wash his hands and brought back a damp washcloth to wipe away all the lubricant from Mack’s body. After tossing the cloth into the laundry bin, Grey rejoined his Little and pulled him into his arms, tucking the covers around them both. He pressed a kiss to Mack’s temple and closed his eyes, knowing he’d have all the tomorrows to enjoy his Little’s company.