10. Rafa

Chapter 10

Rafa

‘Everything good?’ Kyle says to me as we watch Aaron leave The Fluffy Diaper. ‘The boy left in a hurry.’

‘Yeah, I think he needs a moment to himself,’ I reply. ‘I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. But this is a big deal for him. I mean, the whole relationship thing. He’s been hurt in the past.’

‘Haven’t we all,’ Kyle says, a knowing look in his eyes.

‘Yup,’ I reply, knowing the feeling of a relationship crashing and burning all too well. ‘But I’m not going to put any pressure on my baby boy. He can have as much time as he needs to work things out. And when he’s ready, I’ll be there for him.’

‘You’re a good guy,’ Kyle says. ‘But how will you cope without a butt to spank, or… ram your cock in?’

‘Come on man, take it easy,’ I laugh. ‘I’m not some sex-crazed monster. Okay, well maybe I am a little bit. But with Aaron, it’s different. It’s so much more than that. And that’s why I’m more than happy for him to move things at his pace.’

‘You’re a better man than me, brother,’ Kyle says, sipping on his Americano.

‘ Pffft , we already knew that!’ I laugh, appreciating Kyle’s generosity but also not wanting to miss a moment to razz him a little bit either.

‘So what’s the situation with Aaron’s business deal? That Debussy thing,’ Kyle says. ‘It sounds like when I’ve been waiting for a new contract from the network and it just keeps getting delayed. You can’t let these things rumble on for too long, that’s when people get doubts in their minds.’

I nod.

Kyle’s right.

The Frank Debussy deal is clearly playing on my boy’s mind, and I have a feeling that it contributed a big part of Aaron leaving early – and to his wanting to cool things down with me too.

‘Debussy hasn’t signed the final contract. It’s as simple as that,’ I say. ‘The boy needs to make his play. Take a riskier shot. Put Debussy under pressure.’

‘Easier said than done when you’re a boy,’ Kyle says. ‘That kind of move is easier for us, we need to remember that.’

‘For sure,’ reply. ‘But Aaron’s an older boy. He’s got a track record. He’s got experience of success. I know he can do it, he just needs to believe it himself.’

‘Hell yeah,’ Kyle says. ‘And you’re his Daddy. You need to help him see that. How? Well that’s for you to work out!’

‘Thanks, that’s a great help,’ I say, rolling my eyes.

But Kyle’s right.

My buddy might not have provided me any kind of solution, but when Kyle said that it’s up to me to figure it out, he was totally correct.

If I really am Aaron’s Forever Daddy, then I should be there to guide him through this. I may not be a businessman, but I’ve got experience of pressurized environments…

I’ve won the biggest tennis tournaments in the world.

I’ve played in front of celebrities and royalty.

I’ve been watched by tens of millions of people around the globe.

And now I need to apply my skillset to help my darling boy seal the deal that can take his career to the next level.

But Kyle might have another plan and it’s one that involves drinks…

‘Come on, bro,’ Kyle says, a look of mischief in his eyes. ‘Now your boy’s gone home and you’ve decided to give him some space… why don’t we hit Icepop Club and sink some cold ones?’

It’s tempting.

Very tempting.

‘Hell, why not?’ I say, Kyle barely waiting for me to finish my sentence before he’s arranging an Uber to take us across town. ‘But I’m not staying out late, right?’

‘Ha! We’ll see,’ Kyle replies. ‘We’ll see about that.’

The Icepop Club has always been more Kyle’s thing than mine.

Loud music, expensive cocktails, and boys who are ready to party with a capital P being very much the vibe.

And it’s no different today either…

‘Remember, I’m not staying out all night,’ I say, taking a shot of ice-cold vodka from Kyle. ‘Damn. That’s good though.’

‘I could drink this off a Russian boy’s body all night,’ Kyle says, already in the party mood as he scans the room. ‘Give me a minute and I’ll find an older Little in here to have some fun with.’

‘Speak for yourself, I’m taken,’ I reply. ‘I’ve only got eyes for one boy.’

‘I was speaking for myself!’ Kyle bellows. ‘But that doesn’t mean I don’t need a wingman…’

‘Nah, count me out ,’ I say, my voice firm. ‘I love you, man. But you’re going to need to fly solo. Aaron might want some time to cool off, but I’m not about to start flirting and drinking with some random bunch of boys at The Icepop Club.’

‘Fuck. Okay, okay… I get it,’ Kyle says. ‘Well in that case, let’s prop the bar up and hang out together.’

‘Sound great,’ I say, toasting my glass and getting ready for another shot of premium vodka.

We spend the next couple of hours talking about all the usual topics.

Sports – and who the new cute athletes on the scene are.

New cars – and which ones we’d most like to get down and dirty in.

Movies – and which hot and up and coming movie star is rumored to be a Daddy Dom.

Seeing a pattern? Every conversation somehow makes its way back to sex. Or sex adjacent at the very least.

It’s fun, but before too long I can see that Kyle really wants to go and flirt. I don’t blame him, if I was single I’d probably feel the same too.

But I’m not single.

I’ve got a boy who just happens to be taking some time to himself.

And the truth is that if I can’t be out on the town with Aaron, I’d probably rather go home and relax in the comfort of the penthouse.

Kyle understands – and to be honest he’s happy to see the back of me!

‘Get that Daddy Dom ass out of here,’ Kyle laughs. ‘One less Daddy in here makes my odds of striking it lucky with a tender boy even better…’

‘Hell yeah,’ I reply, my jacket on and my mind already back at home. ‘Have a great night. And we’ll catch up later, okay?’

But Kyle is already striding over toward a group of three younger Littles, each one in the kind of tight hotpants that leave little to the imagination. And here was me thinking that Kyle was after an older Little tonight…

Okay, okay, I’ll admit it…

I arrived back home and instead of heading straight to the shower and then bed, I put the TV on.

Call me a sucker for old school action movies but I love nothing more than crashing on the couch and watching a late-night screening of Rambo, Die Hard, or as it was tonight… Terminator 2.

I’ll be back?

Yeah, maybe – if I hadn’t fallen asleep less than fifteen minutes in!

Anyway… as I open my eyes and realize that a couple of hours have passed, my first instinct is to check my phone to see if I’ve heard anything from Aaron.

‘Damn it,’ I grumble, no contact from my baby boy since he left The Fluffy Diaper.

Feeling dehydrated from downing those vodkas and beers earlier, I get up and walk into my kitchen.

‘ Fuccccck , lights down,’ I say, the bright kitchen lights causing my sleepy eyes more pain than is necessary. ‘Thank you, Alexa…’

I open the refrigerator and take out a big glass bottle of Voss water.

It’s expensive but holy hell it’s the absolute most essential requirement after a few hours drinking in the kind of eardrum splitting environment like the Icepop Club.

I glug down half the bottle and then wander back toward the couch and pick up my phone.

‘Don’t do it,’ I say, the temptation being to fire Aaron a late-night message. ‘Don’t booty call the boy. I might want to be inside his space, but he wants to keep a space between us right now.’

Maybe I’m desperate for human contact.

Being alone isn’t something I love, especially when I think back to the long, lonely nights spent on the professional tennis circuit. I had to keep a super-tight regimen, and that often meant being back in my hotel suite and locked off from all socialization by 9PM each night.

I miss some aspects of my tennis career, I can’t deny that.

But I don’t miss those lonely nights.

Maybe I’ll give Kyle a message, see what’s up with him…

Rafa: My guy… you up?

Kyle: You could say that

Rafa: Say no more. Try not to rock his world too hard

Kyle: I’ll make no promises! Gotta go, a wet, naked boy just walked in from the shower and his dripping ass looks like it needs some serious attention…

Rafa: Peace out, brother. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do .

I put my phone down and let out a long sigh. I’m happy that Kyle is having his own late-night fuck-fest, but that doesn’t change how lonely I am.

I guess I’ll hear all the juicy details in the morning, but right now I think the only option left for me is to hit the hay and try to get some sleep.

And here’s the thing…

I might not have heard back from Aaron tonight, but we’ve got a training session booked in for tomorrow and I know how seriously he’s taking his fitness training.

Even if I don’t hear from my baby boy in the morning, by the time the scheduled workout comes around, we’ll have plenty of time to talk and see exactly what the situation is.

Aaron might not know what to do about us, or the Debussy deal – but I’m Rafa Soleil, and I’m the perfect Daddy for Aaron.

We’ll work it out together.

I just know we will.

Now, how about one more bottle of Voss before bed?

The last thing I want is to wake up with a hangover worse than the one that Kyle will no doubt have.