11. Saber

Chapter 11

Saber

The sexual tension between me and Frederick had been steadily growing. At least, I thought it was sexual. He’d been rocking a boner for days, and I couldn’t imagine how painful that must have been. I got hard fairly often too, but I was more skilled at discreetly taking care of it in the bathroom or by thinking unsexy thoughts.

Frederick didn’t seem to be as skilled, and based on his drunken confession at the restaurant, I had a feeling he was relying on porn at home to deal with his needs. That was the second best-case scenario, as far as I was concerned. The first option, my preference, would be a little more hands-on, or mouth-on as the case may be. But I needed to take baby steps.

Starting tonight.

When I gave him instructions, I was not only testing to see if he followed them but whether or not he liked following them.

And when he opened the door wearing a big-ass smile and a pair of plaid flannel jammies with fuzzy socks, I couldn’t contain the joy in my heart. He wanted this as much as I did. I just didn’t think he knew exactly what this was quite yet. But we’d get there. And wherever he fell on the kink spectrum, I could feel in my heart that Freddy was going to be my boy.

“You look great.” I stepped right up to his chest and gave him a one-armed hug while using my other to hold the pizza and breadsticks out of the way. “I’m so proud of you for obeying me.”

He blew out a breath and lowered his forehead to my shoulder. “You’re proud of me?”

“Of course I am. I asked you to do a few things for me and you did.” My hand cupped the back of his neck as I stepped away. “Thank you.”

“I wanted to make you happy.” He bit his lip and sucked in a shuddering breath. “But I didn’t know I could make you proud too. I don’t think anyone has ever been proud of me before.”

Fuck. That hit me in the gut. “Of course people have been proud of you, sweetheart. Your parents, for one.”

He shook his head. “No, they definitely weren’t. I was one of twelve. They mostly forgot about me, and since I didn’t get married and have babies right out of college, they lost interest. And pride has never been something I felt in myself or from others. Only you.”

I slid the pizza onto his side table and held him with both hands. “Always me. You’re kind and brilliant and dedicated, and I’ve been proud of you on several occasions. You deserve so much more than you’ve experienced, but I’m here now. I want to give you everything you need, and probably things you don’t know you need but I believe you need. Will you trust me to do that, Freddy?”

He swallowed as his head went up and down. “I trust you with my life, Saber. I don’t know what’s going on with me, and I’m afraid to do something that will upset you or make you go to your uncle, but I completely trust that you know what to do. And I’d like you to just do it. Please.”

I kissed his cheek and then again a hair closer to his lips. “Let’s get this straight, once and for all. Anything we explore privately is private. Completely separate from work. I promise I’ll never share anything with my uncle or anyone else without discussing it with you first. And if things go bad, I’ll leave without ever sharing our secrets. I’m here because I want to be. No coercion or pressure from you or anyone else. What about you, Freddy? Why are you here with me now?”

“Because I think I want you. I mean, I do want you, but I don’t know what that means. Please help me, Saber.”

Fuck, he was killing me. I wanted to tear him out of his clothes and take him right there in the hallway. But we had a long night ahead of us. And I had a bag of tricks to introduce him to, if he was ready. “May I kiss you, Freddy?”

“Please, yes. Show me how.”

I hadn’t been anyone’s first kiss in a decade, but it almost felt like it would be my first kiss too. Kissing had always been an obligatory action to get to sex. It was never anything beyond that because I’d never felt anything beyond that with anyone else. But with Freddy, there was nothing obligatory about it.

It was yearning in my belly to feel how soft his lips were on mine. It was a clawing need in my heart to connect with him.

“Just close your eyes and relax.” I closed my lips around his and pulled back very slowly. Freddy didn’t move at all as I did it again, this time dragging my tongue along his lower lip before pulling off.

Freddy opened his mouth, and when I came back toward him, his tongue poked out to meet mine in a tentative dance of soft breaths and gentle touches. His lips finally pressed fully to mine and his tongue swept inside my mouth. My grip on him tightened as I pulled him tighter against me and sucked his breath into my mouth. I wanted part of him inside of me, and I definitely wanted parts of me inside of him.

After a moment, we both pulled back to fill our lungs. I ran my fingers through Freddy’s hair and looked into his eyes, carefully watching his every expression. “You doing okay?”

“That was fun.” He smiled as his hand went down to his crotch. “And, um, arousing.”

I nodded and moved his hand to my belly, close to my cock without touching it. “For me too. Would you like to feel?”

His eyes went wide and jumped down to his hand. “Can I? I mean…is that okay?”

I kissed his forehead. “It’s okay with me. I give you full permission to touch and explore any part of my body and to ask any question that comes to mind. It’s just me and you here, sweet boy. No judgment. No pasts or parents or religion.”

Freddy nodded and then slowly moved his hand over my cock. As soon as he felt the length, he gasped and pulled his hand away. “It’s so big.”

I chuckled. “It’s so excited. You make it so big.”

“I do?” He looked up at me and then back down. “Can I touch it again?”

“Yep. Anytime. Like I said, full access.”

This time, he went straight for it, pressing the full length of his hand over my cock and molding over it. He pulled up to the tip and then finally blew out the air trapped in his lungs. “You can have full access to me too, but…I’m still figuring out what that means.”

“Don’t worry about it right now, baby.” I hugged him again and kissed the top of his head. “Daddy’s got you.”