Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

Jett

"Time to wake up, sweet boy."

I feel hands rubbing softly over my hair and face. It feels really good.

"Come on. We can't sleep all day," the voice calls again.

Grumbling, I shove my face into the pillow. It smells amazing. It's not those generic linen scents most hotels have on their sheets.

This is deeper, richer somehow.

I inhale deeply, then sigh. Slipping my thumb from my mouth, I rub my face against the pillow to soak up the scent as much as possible.

Except… it starts moving.

It's then I hear laughter.

"Nice to know you enjoy cuddling, my boy, but we really do need to get up. I imagine we both need to use the restroom, and I did get a text from Princess Aster to say they were looking forward to more time with us soon."

My eyes flash open at his words. The first thing I realize is that I don't have a pillow in my arms.

It's Daddy.

I've managed to tug him on the bed with me, and now I'm wrapped around him. It would be funny if I weren't naked, and we weren't so new.

Ok, maybe it's still a little funny.

A giggle breaks free as I think of how we must look.

Daddy grins down at me, then massages the back of my neck. "I love that sound. You being happy is one of my favorite things."

I'm unsure how to respond to that. It's too nice to give a simple ‘thanks' to.

It's darker now than it was earlier when we boarded. I wonder if it's the weather or if maybe we overslept.

As if he can read my mind, Daddy tells me, "I let you sleep a bit longer than planned. When you tugged me to you, I fell asleep too, so my alarm didn't go off. Had Princess Aster not texted me, we might have slept through the night."

I stretch my arms above my head as I let out a deep groan.

"It was the best sleep I've had in ages," I admit.

That part isn't a lie.

Despite having the best bed money can buy, sound machines, essential oils, and all the massages possible from the team trainers, I still don't always get a full night of rest. But here in this small room, I fell into the deepest rest state possible simply because of this man and the way he's spoiled me.

Fear creeps in at what might happen after the journey ends. Will I have to go back to a life that seems a hell of a lot dimmer now? Or can I find a way to keep Daddy with me so I'm not so lonely anymore?

I'm hoping for the second option.

"That's good to hear, sweet boy."

Daddy climbs from the bed and holds out his hand. I take it eagerly, then scoot out of the bed as well. I'm not sure either of us thought the movement through because once I'm standing, there is absolutely nowhere for us to go.

The front of my body presses against Daddy's, and since I'm only in my underwear, I know he can feel every inch of me.

Including every inch of my growing erection.

I want to blame it on my nap. It would make sense to claim for me to be hard after getting such a good sleep. That's normal.

Except, deep down, I know that's not the case. While sexual attraction is a very rare thing for me, I can recognize when someone has my attention.

And you can bet that Daddy has it now.

The way he is taking care of me means I don't have to worry or overthink. My body recognizes him. It sees the comfort that this man brings.

So instead of ignoring the connection we feel, it's as if my body is in overdrive.

"I would love nothing more than to take care of that for you, but I have a feeling you're not really ready," Daddy says, his gaze looking pointedly at my underwear.

Gulping, I nod. "Not yet."

He doesn't press me for anything more, nor does he seem disappointed. If anything, I would suspect his smile shows how proud he is.

"Would you like to wear what you were wearing before, or do you want to change?"

I think of everything I packed. It makes no sense to put on a new outfit after a little nap. It's not as if I went exercising or anything. I didn't get sweaty.

Plus, I risk losing the scent of him on me if I put on new clothing. My laundry detergent is potent to combat the normal funk my workouts create.

I definitely don't want to lose Daddy's scent.

For a moment, I wish I was small enough to wear his shirt. Then I would definitely be in favor of changing clothes because I would want to wear what he's wearing instead.

Shaking my head, I point to the pile of clothing I took off. "Those are fine, Daddy."

He reaches down, grabbing up the material. When he looks from the shirt to me, he frowns. It takes me a minute to understand why.

He's not tall enough to reach me.

Before I can interrupt him or bend down, he spins us so that he's by the bed, and I'm by the door. Climbing onto the bed, he holds the shirt up.

"Problem solved," he says.

I smile really big, then step into the shirt. He pulls the fabric over my head as I slide my arms through their proper holes. Once it's adjusted, he jumps down and repeats the process of getting my lower half dressed. He then pushes me to sit as he slips on my tennis shoes and laces them up for me.

When I'm ready to go, he double checks himself and then leads us out of the room. I follow him, my mind hazy. How can I think of anything else right now besides the man holding my hand? He's completely changed my world in just a few hours.

What I thought would never happen now exists in reality. I want to be his boy fully. I want him to be my Daddy all the time, not just on this train.

And that is a scary thought.

Not because I think he'll say no, but because our schedules are so different. It's also troubling because I don't really know what I'm doing. Relationships aren't something I'm used to, nor have I wanted one before now.

But with Daddy, with Micah, it's all easy.

He makes it easy.

Those pesky emotions that I usually push away and ignore feel like a volcano just waiting to erupt inside of me. Most people think of destruction and mayhem when they think of volcanoes, however, I see them as beautiful. They are part of nature and the magma that flows from them completely changes the landscape of things.

Which is exactly what Daddy has done for my life since he showed up with a sign announcing he was my Secret Santa.

I can tell from the direction we're heading that we're going back to the observation car. I won't complain about getting another chance to take in the views. With the sun setting, it lends a completely different experience.

Also, there is no telling how far we've gone. Time has lost meaning since my nap.

All I know is I want to be around Daddy as much as possible while we enjoy this trip. Past that, I haven't given it much thought.

OK, so maybe that's a lie.

My dreams were filled with visions of Daddy and me together in the future. I thought of coming home from practice to find him there waiting. We would have time together to cuddle and he would feed me. I also envisioned him on the sidelines at the games, except he would be there cheering for me instead of his brother.

The thought of Monty brings me up short. Daddy turns to look at me and pauses after seeing the look on my face.

"What's wrong, sweet boy?"

"Monty," I say.

He chuckles. "Should I be worried that you're thinking about my brother when we're supposed to be spending time together?"

"He's my teammate. What is he going to think of all this?"

Daddy shrugs. "Hopefully, he's happy for us. As far as I know, you don't have any issues on the team. This shouldn't cause any. If anything, he would be thrilled to know that I'll be coming to more games, even if it's not just to see him play."

"Are you sure it won't be an issue?"

Daddy pulls me close, his arms wrapping around my waist. The move is possessive. I like it.

"Even if he did have a problem with it, he's not my father. He is my stepbrother, and at the end of the day, we don't see each other nearly enough for me to be affected by his opinion. I will respect him, but he will not have the final say in my love life."

Relief swells within me. I didn't know that I needed the reassurance.

In all honesty, I've been so caught up with the here and now that the future isn't on my mind as much. At least not when I'm awake.

Post-nap me clearly has big plans for post-trip time.

Not being at practice with the team is freeing. It's been ages since I've known what that feeling was like.

Plus, when I have free time, things have gone wrong. My schedule has been what keeps me going.

Which reminds me, I don't even have a schedule right now. The notion hits me like a ton of bricks. For the first time in my adult life, I'm not sticking to a schedule, and nothing horrific has happened.

If anything, it's been a rewarding experience. I got to have a Daddy for the first time, I'm on a train ride, which is my dream, and I'm really happy.

Maybe I don't need to be so rigid all the time. What if I can have a life this enjoyable all the time?

I'm so lost in my head, I don't realize Daddy has moved further down the train and into the observation car at first. Instead of the area that it was before, the space is now a Christmas Wonderland.

Music fills the car, the sounds of Christmas Carols familiar. Lights are strung up over the large windows. Tinsel is taped to the back of the chairs. And in one of the seats, someone has managed to prop up a tree.

"There you guys are! We wondered if you would ever wake up." Princess Aster bounds over to us excitedly.

Daddy squeezes my hand to reassure me that he's got my back. "I might have overslept a bit. I was the one who was supposed to have the alarm ready to wake us up, but the minute my eyes closed, I forgot everything. Sorry we're late."

A man who looks slightly familiar comes to stand beside Princess Aster. He is in an elf onesie, which I'm only eighty percent jealous of. The other twenty percent of me can appreciate the fact that I would probably look ridiculous in such an outfit.

"You're our new friend," the elf states as he holds out his hand. "I'm Ean. My Daddy is Rhett."

He points to a man in the back corner. His Daddy looks a little rough around the edges, but if he is partners with this cute button of a man, I doubt he's all that dangerous.

"Nice to meet you, Ean," Daddy says. "I'm Micah, and this is my boy, Jett. Your outfit is adorable. Did you have it custom-made? I think my boy would look amazing in something like that."

My eyes widen his suggestion. A big part of me loves the idea. It's the small, worrisome part struggling with the idea of who would see me while I wore such a thing.

"I had it made. I can get you the guy's number. Once he has measurements, it's perfect. My Daddy found it."

While Ean flags down his Daddy Rhett, my Daddy decides to lean closer to me. "I won't ever make you wear something out in public that you might feel uncomfortable in; however, I would like you to have some things for when we're alone that you can explore in. You will never know what you like and don't like if you don't give it a try. Be brave, sweet boy."

I don't know how to be brave like he says. Running down the opposing team or sacking a quarterback is easy. This is harder. This is me fully embracing who I am. It's not just wanting a Daddy in title, but it's being fully into the dynamic.

Princess Aster must pick up on the tension I'm feeling, because the next thing I know, he's tugging me free of Daddy's hold and leading me over to the tree. He hands me a star, then points to the top.

"None of us are tall enough to reach it without one of the Daddys' help, and we told them we could do it alone. Can you help us?" He bats his lashes at me.

I nod, taking the star and gently setting it atop the tree. Once I connect the plug into the other string of lights, the entire tree glows with multiple colors.

"We did it!"

"Hooray!"

"Take that, Daddy!"

A variety of cheers go up around us. I chuckle at a few of the more clever taunts, though I know it's all in jest. Around the room, Daddies smile indulgently at their boys. When I catch my Daddy's gaze, he's smiling at me too.

I feel a sense of belonging.

While I may not be the stereotypical tiny boy, I still bring something to the table. And really, it doesn't matter because Daddy calls me his sweet boy.

Inside, I'm as small as I wanna be.