Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

Micah

By the time we leave the hotel, the sky has turned dark. While the city was pretty during the daytime hours, the night offers a new atmosphere.

It's not home, yet it feels familiar.

We move through the streets with ease thanks to my boy's height. People part for us, their eyes wide as they try to figure out who Jett is.

The restaurant is only a few blocks away, hence why we choose to walk the path. Plus, it gives us time to be alone together without the hassle of finding another driver. I could tell it irked my boy earlier when I told him the tip, and everything was taken care of.

I can't say that I didn't feel disgruntled too. But the text I had from Bellamy literally instructed me to not spend a cent on it. I could spoil my boy all I wanted with the money I saved on the room and car costs.

Apparently, the prince of Bellport loved getting rewards on his credit cards, so he liked spoiling other people as well. Go figure.

Foley's Fish House, our dining selection, sits right on the water's edge. I ask the waitress for a table with a good view, to which she doesn't disappoint.

My boy immediately becomes captivated by the boats bobbing in the water. I watch him as he stares out, lost in the sway the water creates.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Can I take your — holy shit, you're Jett Fawkes!" The waiter loses his cool as he takes in my boy from head to toe.

Jett turns slowly, his shoulders stiffening with each inch he moves. "I am?"

Our waiter, whose nametag says Breezy, nods quickly. "You are. I'm a huge fan. I'm… I'm sorry. I should not have reacted that way. Just didn't expect to see you here."

Noticing my boy's discomfort at the situation, I step in. "Hey Breezy. I'm Micah. Jett's been traveling for a bit now and is kind of worn out. But if you can keep the vibes really chill tonight, I'm sure he can sign something for you once we've eaten."

My boy nods. "I can do that."

I have a feeling he's only agreeing to appease me. That and maybe he wants a reprieve from the fan interaction as well.

"Perfect! Awesome! I can do that." Breezy taps his pen on the pad he's holding. "What can I get you to drink? Any appetizers tonight?"

One glance at my sweet boy tells me he needs me to enter Daddy mode as discreetly as possible.

"We'll both have water. No lemons for Jett, please. We'll pass on the appetizer as well."

Breezy nods as he jots down the notes. "Alright. Cool. Look over the menu and let me know if you have any questions when I get back. I'm more than happy to help."

The young man spins on his heels and practically runs from the table. I have to stop myself from laughing at the excitement bubbling out of him.

"Is it always like that?" I ask.

Jett shakes his head. "Not always. Usually there's someone else around to draw the person's attention. Since I'm here without a team buffer, I guess it was inevitable."

I don't want him to get too in his head about Breezy's behavior, so I reach across the small table and grab his hands. Once I have his attention, I smile at him with all the care and devotion I feel when I think of him.

My sweet boy dips his head. Were his skin light enough to blush, I'm sure he'd be red as a tomato about now.

"I'd love to order for you. Is there anything you're in the mood for?"

His eyes lock with mine. "Not particularly. I'd prefer something lean like chicken or turkey. And maybe a fibrous veggie on the side, though nothing like broccoli."

"Do you have something against the tree shaped vegetable? I saw you eat it on the train without issue that first day."

He looks back out to the boats, then answers in a soft voice. "Broccoli makes you have gas. I don't want that to be an issue later."

Oh.

Ohhhhh.

I squeeze his fingers. "Sweet boy, are you trying to tell me you want something in particular when we're back in the hotel?"

His gaze remains on the water even as he nods. I want him to look at me. I need it.

Because if he's serious, this might be the shortest meal we've ever shared together.

"Look at me," I plead.

The second he turns my way, I see it. The need. The hunger. The worry of what I'll think.

"It's ok. I'm not going anywhere. If you want something else, you only have to tell me. I promise you, whatever it is won't push me away."

My words manage to bolster his nerve enough for him to lean forward. Just before he speaks, Breezy shows up with our waters.

We pull apart, the connection severed thanks to the zealous waiter. "Here we go," he says cheerfully. "Have you decided what you'll have tonight?"

I pop the menu open and scan it. Settling on the simplest options, I order us both fish plates with rice and green beans on the side. If my boy doesn't like his, we can order something else. I have no problem requesting a new meal if it means keeping him well fed.

Once Breezy takes off with our menus, the heat returns between us. My boy keeps his eyes set on mine, like he's looking for reassurance somehow.

"I promise," I tell him again.

He takes a deep breath, then tells me, "I want you inside me, Daddy."

It takes everything in me not to leap from my seat and drag my boy to the hotel. The lust that meets me in his gaze is potent. He's just as affected as I am.

Needing a reprieve, I change the subject. "Is there anything you'd like to do before our flight tomorrow?"

"No. I don't think I'll want to leave the bed in the morning," he replies.

My boy wants to be cheeky with me. I groan, then tilt my head back.

Think of uncomfortable thoughts, Micah. Don't let the desire get to you. Remain strong.

I'm going over the mottos in my head when Breezy returns. He gives me a curious look but doesn't call me out for the weird behavior. Instead, he sets the food down.

"Can I get you anything else?"

My immediate response is, "Some to go boxes and the check please."

Breezy blinks, then leaves to retrieve the items. There's no hiding the smile my sweet boy sports.

"Is something amusing?"

He shakes his head. "No, sir. I thought we were going to eat out?"

"We are," I tell him. "I just want everything ready so we can leave as soon as we're done."

As his face falls, I feel a bit of guilt over delaying what we both want. Reaching over our plates, I tip his chin up.

"You need to eat. I want you to have plenty of energy, sweet boy."

At my words, some of the sadness ebbs away. His features resolve into determination.

My cock swells at the expression. I want nothing more than to bend him over this table here and now. Instead, I grab my fork and eat. There will be time for the rest later.

By the time we eat, sign the items Breezy asks for, and get back to the hotel, I'm out of patience. We barely make it out of the elevator before I'm jumping into my boy's arms and raining kisses down his neck.

"Key, Daddy," he pants.

I yank the little plastic rectangle from my back pocket. "Here."

He gets the door open, then shuts and locks it behind us. The key gets tossed onto the entry table next.

Pulling back to examine him, I take in how sexy my boy is. My cock weeps inside my pants. I'm aching to be inside him.

I never would have imagined we'd progress this far when I first saw him standing on that football field. It was a crush. I wanted him to be mine. I wanted every part of him. I never thought it would come true.

He whimpers. "Daddy, need you."

I pull out of my thoughts to take in my boy. He's still holding me up, his grip on my thighs tight. My hands on his shoulders squeeze. "You are everything I've dreamed of. I'm going to take my time with you," I tell him.

He blinks up at me, as if all the words he meant to say can't come out. I tap his shoulder, motioning for him to put me down.

Once I'm standing, I reach for his jeans. I try to remain calm, but it's hard knowing what awaits me on the other side of the fabric.

I tug and pull and unzip until I have his lower half bare. I don't bother with trying to keep the clothes straight or making sure that the room isn't a mess. All I can think of is getting him on his back.

Because, yeah, I'm going to need to see my boy's face when I fuck him for the first time.

"Shirt off"

He whips the sweatshirt over his head, then waits for his next set of instructions.

"On the bed."

I point to the one not covered in suitcases. He rushes over, diving at the last minute. It's a sign of playfulness that is so rare, I give him a blinding smile in return for the action.

"Your turn now, Daddy," he says as he scoots up to prop himself on the pillows.

I take one slow, measured step his way as I raise my own shirt up. Moving at a torturously slow pace, I make sure he sees every inch of me as it's revealed.

Once the sweater hits the ground, I move to my belt. He bites his lip when I undo the fasten and unbuckle my slacks. His fists clench against the comforter as I unzip them. By the time I shove my underwear and pants down, he's got his knees pulled up and his body exposed to me.

I take in that hidden place unashamedly. There's no hesitation from him. No look of uncertainty. He wants this as much as I do.

Who am I to deny him any further?

I turn to my bag, opening the side where I had stashed protection for us. When I spin back with a packet of lube and a condom, he smiles brighter.

"Daddy will always keep you safe. Until such a time as you tell me you're ready, and we've both been checked out, this will be how it goes," I tell him.

In record time, I have myself sheathed and lubed up.

"Bend those knees back further for me, baby."

He does it in an instant, hooking his elbows underneath his legs and folding himself in a move that shows just how flexible he truly is. I'm enamored with every inch of him that's on display.

Gathering more lube, I set to work opening him up. It's a slow process since my boy hasn't bottomed in a long time. I have a feeling he might have explored on his own a time or two in the years since, given he barely makes a peep as I work. That or he's too turned on to care.

I'm aware this is a big step for him. I'm not going to rush him. Not even if I'm on the edge of coming just from prepping him.

As soon as he's ready, I line myself up. I revel in the contrast of our skin, how we are so opposite yet so perfectly aligned.

"Ready, baby?" I ask him.

He gives one sharp nod, his breaths coming heavier and heavier. As the first ring of muscle stretches to accommodate me, he loses the battle with his restraint, moaning loud and long.

It sends fire up my spine.

If he keeps that up, I'm going to come embarrassingly fast.

Shaking my head to get rid of the thought, I start counting by twos — a trick that is usually distracting enough for anything in life. I get to forty-six by the time I've buried myself completely.

My cock throbs in rhythm with the way his hole clenches around me. It's the greatest pleasure I've ever known. To be fully encased in this man is deeper than any experience. Physical, spiritual, mental. It's all nothing compared to this singular moment where he has given me all of him.

I want to shout from the rooftops that I love him. I want to brand myself on his chest so that any time he's out on the field, he can feel me and know I am with him as much as he is with me. I want there to not be any distance between us ever again. I can't imagine going home and not having him be a part of me.

And it's not just for the sex, it's for everything else, for how sweet he is when we're together and how he trusts me implicitly. It's the way that he looks to me for guidance when he is more than capable as a grown man to take care of himself.

The trust he gives me as his Daddy, as his caregiver, is everything.

"Are you ready for me to start moving?" I ask him.

"Please Daddy," he moans.

And with that single plea on his lips, I pull back and slam forward, marking him as mine. I try every pace and every amount of force I can think of, both soft and tender then hard and fast, to see what he enjoys.

My boy basks in it all, his body climbing higher and higher the more I press against the perfect place inside of him.

I hold back from coming for as long as I possibly can until I watch his eyes roll back and see his throbbing length coat his skin in his release. I follow him a moment later, my body pouring all my desire out.

My head falls forward.

I'm at a loss for words.

What can you possibly say after a life-altering moment? How do you come back from that? I don't even feel like I'm on an earthly plane.

"Daddy," he whispers, drawing my attention.

I look up to find him wide-eyed. "Yes, sweet boy?"

"I love you."

His words bring a grin to my features.

"I love you too. I was worried it would be too soon to say anything."

He winces when I pull out. I hop off the bed long enough to dispose of the condom. As soon as I'm back on the bed, I'm covering him in kisses. His forehead, his nose, his jaw, his chest. I don't miss a single spot.

My boy giggles through it, then pulls me up to where our faces are level.

"What's all that for?" he asks.

"I'm just so happy. I... This is the best day of my life."

He nods. "Best Christmas ever, Daddy?"

I smile back. "Yes, sweet boy. Best Christmas ever."