Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

Fuck me, but here goes nothing.

The sun beat down on the front door, making the wood burn hot against my knuckles as I knocked. I hitched the strap of my backpack higher over my shoulder and knocked again. The guy I was hoping to see answered the door, looking sleepy and… absolutely ridiculous.

"Mattie?" He rubbed the grit from his eyes.

"Hey Nicky, did I wake you?"

"Uh, no?" He stretched his arms behind his head, revealing a glimpse of the words on his cropped purple T-shirt— Daddy's Good Boy. He wore tiny purple shorts, and his feet were bare. "What are you doing here?"

"I, um, did you want to hang out? You know, if you don't have plans today."

His grin spread quicker than a rash on a hot day. "I don't got nothin' planned today. I'd love to hang out! "

"Great, maybe you should change first."

He looked down at his shirt, and then back up at me, and two bright spots appeared on his cheeks. "Let's pretend this isn't super awkward." I couldn't help but laugh. I mean, how could I not? "I'll be right back," he said, dashing off.

He left the door wide open, and I came inside, taking a seat on the sofa. Cass appeared, dressed in cargo shorts and a loose tank top. He grabbed his sunglasses and keys before he noticed me.

"Mattie, what are you doing here?"

"Waiting on Nicky. I figured we could maybe kick around town today, grab lunch or something."

"Really? That's great," he smiled, reaching for the door. "Keep an eye on my boy. Stay out of trouble." And then he was gone.

His boy? And Nicky with his Daddy's Good Boy shirt. It was straight out of one of those cheesy-ass porn movies I'd seen. What kind of kinky shit were they into?

When Nicky rejoined me, he didn't look much better, in my opinion. He'd combed his wild waves and washed his face clean, but his shirt wasn't much of an upgrade. This time, it was black with a giant seahorse on the front. The yellow bubble letters read ‘Seahorses are awesome. I am awesome. Therefore, I am a seahorse.' He wore tiny cut-off denim shorts and black Chucks .

"All ready!"

Fucking seriously? !

We drove around for a while, grabbed a couple of slushies from the gas station, made small talk, and fought over my radio. But the entire time, I was burning a hole through my tongue from keeping silent. I couldn't take it another second, I had to blurt that shit out.

"What's with the Daddy shit? And you being a good boy? Are you into that kinky shit?"

Nicky blushed again, something that was becoming a common trait of his when put on the spot, but then he shrugged, chewing on his bottom lip. "What if I am?"

"I don't get it," I said, shaking my head. "Why? What do you get out of that?"

"I don't know. It's pretty simple, really. I'm not good at being responsible and dealing with all that grown-up stuff. This way, I just get to be me, to focus on school and have fun, and my Daddy takes care of all the rest of that stuff."

As I chewed that over, he added, "People suck. Most people," he amended, shooting me a quick look. "I'd rather spend time with my books or in the water with the fish."

"I get that." People do suck . I thought of my long list.

"Also, when he calls me his good little boy, I get a boner. I can't help it," he giggled. "And when he rewards me? I love that shit."

"Rewards you with what? "

"I don't know, anything really. Ice cream, a new stuffed animal, lunch at the Shuckin' Shack. Orgasms," he added, giggling again.

What the hell was wrong with me? His giggling was actually growing on me. It was kind of cute, actually. "I guess I can see the upside to that. Being an adult sucks. It's stressful and disappointing."

"Maybe you should look for a guy who likes to be in charge and take care of all that stuff for you."

"Yeah, no. I don't like having people tell me what to do."

"That's ‘cause you're a total bad boy," Nicky smirked. "But if it was someone you liked, someone you really liked, maybe being told what to do wouldn't be so bad." He wiggled his eyebrows like he was implying some secret.

Everything he did, he did absurdly, and overdramatically. I guessed it was part of his charm.

"Do you know who's really good at taking charge and telling people what to do?"

I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to impart his secret.

"Sam."

I choked on my next breath. "Go figure. I hadn't noticed his bossiness."

"I'm telling you, he might be just what you need."

"Are you fucking high? I think you've ingested too much sugar from that Slurpee ." He laughed again, and I shook my head, smiling with him. "Sam is my uncle. "

"Step-uncle by marriage," Nicky corrected.

"Either way, it's fucking weird. Plus, he's twice my age."

"So what? So is Cass; it's no biggie. In fact, it's hot."

"You think?" I asked disbelievingly.

"You don't think so?"

"I don't know. I can't get past the fact that he's my uncle." I couldn't deny that he was hot, though. Smoking fucking hot. And his know-it-all, take-charge attitude sometimes turned me on, kind of . Not that I would admit that out loud. "So Cass is your Daddy and Sam is your… Uncle?"

"I'm telling you, I get boners. I can't help it." Nicky shrugged.

What a little fucking horny freak. I had a feeling he was right though, because I was starting to get a semi just thinking about it.

"So, is Sam…"

"Is Sam what?"

"You know," I gestured towards my body. "Underneath all that."

"Under his clothes?" Nicky cackled. "He's hot as fuck. And he's got a huge, fat dick."

"Get out," I challenged.

"No, I mean it."

"And what does your Daddy do when you're entertaining your uncle?"

"He watches," Nicky said, clapping his hands and stomping his feet on the floorboards. "And participates."

"Fuck." I rearranged my growing dick. "That might be hot."

"Might be? Getting turned on?" he asked, trailing his fingertip down my arm.

"No," I protested, shrugging him off. "What do you even do with two guys at once? You're a little fucking pipsqueak."

"We like to role-play," Nicky said matter-of-factly.

I choked again, pounding on my chest as I coughed. "Role-play what?"

"I don't know; everything. Anything. Whatever I can think of. Especially Sam. He's really good at playing along."

"Seriously?" I couldn't imagine the always-stern Sam having a playful side.

"Yup."

"I can't picture it."

"But you're trying to," he said knowingly.

I treated him to lunch at the Shuckin' Shack, his favorite place, and he insisted we sit out by the water so he could chuck bread balls to the seagulls. When our waitress approached us, he ordered conch fritters, a huge plate of curly fries, and a Long Island Iced Tea.

The waitress laughed. "Sorry kiddo, you're not twenty-one yet."

Nicky turned his huge puppy dog eyes on her. "What if I have an ID that says I am? "

"What if I called Cass and told him you were trying to pass off a fake ID?" she challenged.

"You wouldn't!"

"Maybe I would? Also, he informed me that, even when you are old enough to drink legally, that you're violently allergic to alcohol, and that I should never serve you without adult supervision."

"How dare he! I feel so betrayed. I might point out that if I were actually twenty-one, I wouldn't need adult supervision. I would be an adult," he finished wisely.

"Nice try, Nicky. How about I bring you a regular iced tea with extra lemon?" she suggested.

"Totally unsatisfactory," he pouted. I was laughing when he returned his attention to me. "Do not laugh! That was so underhanded and sneaky of him."

"He could say the same about you," I pointed out, grinning harder.

Nicky winked. "My Daddy swears I am a sweet and smart boy. But my Uncle Sam says that he is blind because I'm ‘ manipulatively clever .'"

"I think your uncle is right."

"And I think you shouldn't share your opinion," he said hotly.

When the waitress returned with his plain old boring iced tea, sans rum, and a basket of fries, he dug in happily, licking the grease from his fingers as he talked.

"You know what else I like about having a Daddy? I like to please him and be praised. It makes me feel… I don't know, a little high. Not that I know what it feels like to get high, but if I imagined what it was like, that's what I would feel."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He dropped his voice lower. "Do you know what else?"

I leaned in closer, dying to hear what he would reveal. "What?"

"I like to pretend it's my first time and that I need instructions."

"Your first time?" My voice hitched, and I coughed to clear my throat.

"Yeah, I like to chase the thrill of my first time. I pretend like I don't know what I'm doing and wait for my Daddy and Sam to give me instructions and walk me through it step-by-step."

Damn, that could be hot. I thought of it, thought of Nicky, on his knees, looking up at me with his big, trusting brown eyes, waiting for me to tell him in detail how to suck my dick. Fuck, it kicked in my pants. I wouldn't doubt there was a wet spot on my briefs.

"How about you? What do you like?" he asked, teasing his lips with a french fry.

"I don't know, to be honest. I've never been with a guy. Hell, I've never been with anyone."

"Really?" He reached out, wrapping his small hand around my biceps. "You look so… experienced," he purred.

"Are you flirting with me, little man?"

"Ha, no. But I saw you with a guy at the club in Barbados. It looked like you knew exactly what you were doing."

"I wish. I was just testing the waters, you know? Figuring out what I like."

He finished off his french fry and then picked up his glass, taking a long swig from the straw. "Do you know who could teach you?" I raised my brows. "Sam."

"Get the fuck out."

"No, I mean it. You should totally ask him to teach you."

"Nicky, I don't know what kind of kinky little world you live in, but in the real world, shit doesn't work like that. I can't just ask my uncle to teach me about sex. In fact, the only thing worse than having people tell me what to do is having people laugh at me. And if I asked him that, he would do both."

"Bet you he wouldn't," Nicky dared. "I bet you would enjoy being his brat, pushing his buttons, and making him work for it. Just like I get high on being submissive, I bet you would get off on fighting for that small measure of control from him."

"Fuck, where do you come up with this shit? You look, so…"

"I know. I look like a nerd. It's okay, you can say so. I am a nerd."

"Yeah, but a devious, kinky, hot little nerd."

Nicky giggled, bringing out my smile. "Just think about it," he insisted.

"Yeah, I'll think about it."

"So what's in your backpack?" he asked, eyeing the gray bag hooked on my chair.

"I don't know, stuff. My camera."

"You got a camera in there?"

"Yeah, I like to take pictures."

"Of what?"

"I don't know… of everything."

"Did you take any on the boat?"

"A few," I admitted.

"I'd love to see them." He popped a fritter into his mouth, chewing loudly. "Oh, you know what you should do? You should start a travel blog. You could feature your pictures and document your travels."

"That's… kind of…" brilliant , I thought, keeping that part to myself.

"Genius," he supplied. "I know. On our next trip, we'll get started. I'll help you. I'll be your silent partner."

Leaning back in my chair, I sighed, looking him over. Spending the day with Nicky wasn't so bad after all. He was a revelation, a breath of fresh air.

I guess I could even say we were friends now.