Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

Micah

After reassuring my boy about how well we work together, I suggest we take off to go eat. The others agree they'll join us after a bit more sightseeing. I suspect they let us go because they know I need a few minutes to help my boy through his thoughts.

They've picked up on how skittish he can be and don't want to spook him.

I could only imagine how energized all the boys get once they're given carbs and sugar. They're likely to bounce off the walls of the train car.

Doyle alone was a character. Plus, I saw him miming info to a guy in the corner wearing all black and a scowl. He looked like he wanted to come over, but he didn't want anyone to know he wanted to.

Quite frankly, it's all confusing.

This trip is going completely different from how I expected it to. Mostly because I had no clue it would become one giant kinky vacation experience.

Though really, I'm happy Jett will have others to connect with. He's been all alone for a long time now, with only his mom to spend time with aside from work. And from the little bit of watching I've done over him since I first noticed him on the field, he doesn't interact with the team aside from work related things.

Maybe this trip will change that.

Since Finn and Raymond are boys, they'd be perfect local friends for him to spend time with. And if he didn't feel like leaving his place, they could come over or he could even reach out to Byron or Princess Aster or one of the other men we've yet to meet.

It's like the universe is dropping hints to us both that this is what we're meant to do. That we're with the person we're supposed to be with.

Why else would it all work out this way?

In the dining car, I get him seated at a table with plenty of leg room. Then I proceed to go over the menu while he watches the view again.

"Is there anything you won't eat?" I ask as I go over our limited options.

My boy shrugs. "Not particularly. During the season, I have premade meals to keep me in line. Going off track can slow me down."

"We don't want that," I mutter. "Though we do want you to enjoy your vacation. Surely, few extra carbs and some sugar won't hurt."

He doesn't reply, though I see the twitch of his lips to tell me he heard me and that he might find my teasing funny. There's more where that came from.

"How do you feel about cheese? Any intolerance there?"

"No. It's really good. Grilled cheese is a favorite of mine," he replies with a look of hunger in his gaze.

While I know the hunger is more for his stomach, I can't help the way my cock hardens at the visual. I can picture him giving me that same look as he waits for me to fuck him.

"Perfect! I know just what to order you then, sweet boy."

I take his menu, then lay it on top of mine as I wait for the waiter to arrive. It only takes a minute or two, then I'm explaining to them my special request.

"While I understand the grilled cheese is on a particular menu, my partner would truly love it today, if possible. He'd also like a side of macaroni and cheese topped with bacon. I'll have the patty melt with a side of fries."

The waiter doesn't blink at my request. He merely smiles, takes down the request, and walks away with our menus once he's done. It's as if he knows the type of people on the train today so he's not going to argue what is and isn't available to us.

"What's your favorite thing about trains?" I ask in the quiet that follows.

Jett startles, his eyes widening. "You want me to talk about trains?"

"Of course. You love them, right?"

He nods.

"Well, I like seeing you talk about things you love."

Biting his lip, he nods. "You're a good Daddy."

I feel the blush that rises from his praise. It's not that I need it, more so how freely he gave it.

My boy isn't one for throwing out things to blow smoke up my ass. He's not looking for anything in return, nor does he manipulate his words in any way.

"Thank you. It's easy to be a good Daddy when his boy is amazing. Now, stop trying to change the subject. Tell me about your love of trains."

With the extra push, he finally relents. My boy goes on and on about the train we're on. He tells me about the speed and how the conductor works. We discuss the history of the train itself, including the way trains have become somewhat obsolete in the wake of planes.

"It's sad to me. As kids, we think trains are the coolest things ever. Most kids get a train set at some point in their lives, or they play with one somewhere. Then as we get older and life gets busy, we move to the faster way to travel," I say after listening to him talk.

Our food has long since come and gone. Princess Aster's group has filled in the empty seats around us, though none of them interrupted the intense conversation between me and my boy.

He gives me a dejected look. "That's always been my thought. I understand people don't want to take two extra days to get somewhere when they can fly there in a few hours. But you don't get these types of views when traveling other ways. And you can't do everything you want on a plane like you can here. We have a bed!"

At his shout, a few of the boys around us snicker. Jett blushes, hiding his face in his hands as he groans.

"No need to be embarrassed. The other boys only heard a small part of it. You might've laughed too if you heard that out of context."

He peeks through his massive hands, then nods slowly. "You're right, Daddy."

"I am," I reply with a wide smile. "Plus, you are right. We do have a bed on this train. We have two of them."

Although I'd really love to snuggle with him in the one, I won't push him. This is all too new.

The way his shoulders drop at the mention of our separate beds gives me hope though. It makes me wonder if maybe he's wanting to be closer to me the longer we're together.

I understand proximity can build closeness faster. And while it was my original intent to keep us together, I also want to ensure he knows I'm not going to force him into anything. He's his own person, as am I.

Jett yawns when he goes to reply. I chuckle at the cute move, then tug on his hand. "Maybe a nap is overdue now. You've been working hard for the team all season."

"A nap?"

"Yeah, sweet boy. Just an hour or so. You'll feel better after."

He nods, then follows me once I tug him to stand up. As we move down the aisle, I can feel his large frame towering over me. It sends chills down my spine knowing how much he trusts me when really, he could call the shots if he wanted to.

Back in our room, I motion for him to get comfortable while I lay his bed out. He strips off his shirt and pants, leaving him standing in a small pair of soft blue boxer briefs.

They're so small there is no chance of me missing the outline of his cock.

Holy shit.

What a beautiful outline it is.

My mouth waters, and I have to force myself to focus on the task at hand.

Do not ogle your boy. Do not make him uncomfortable. Do not make this awkward.

As soon as I'm done, I lift the blanket and point to the bed. "Time to sleep."

He climbs in without question. When he rolls to face me, his thumb is already in his mouth, and his eyes are drooping.

I close the curtains to shut off the outside light, then I turn our room lights off completely. The soft glow that still seeps inside illuminates enough for me to reach the chair across from the bed. I ease onto the chair, careful not to jostle my boy as he drifts off to sleep.

"Daddy," he calls out, his eyes already closed.

"I'm right here."

Reaching out, I go to pat his hand. Instead of accepting the touch, he grabs hold of my hand. I don't have the heart to tug it free, which is how I end up holding his hand through his nap.

Watching him sleep is a gift I didn't expect to receive so soon in my courting of him. And truly, it only proves to me further how important he is to me.

Because it's obvious to see now — I'm falling in love with Jett Fawkes.