Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

Micah

My boy was exhausted his first night back home.

I got him bathed and in bed just in the nick of time. He passed out without any snuggling on my part or even a good-night kiss.

Since we had discussed over dinner if he wanted me to stay the night, I felt comfortable shutting his house down, setting the alarm code, which he scratched on a sticky note, and climbing into bed with him.

His bed was much bigger and more comfortable than the one we slept in together on the train. I had the best night of sleep of my life.

It's funny because I keep saying that and it's true. Every night with Jett gets better and better.

My boy wakes me up with kisses along my jaw. He's wrapped around me like I'm his favorite stuffed animal.

I laugh as I realize how entangled we truly are. His hard length presses against my hip. My matching erection is caught beneath the thigh he has thrown over me. He ruts against me slowly like he's testing the move out.

While it's none of my business how he identified before, I have a strong suspicion my boy was either demi or ace. It doesn't matter to me because I would have waited forever for him. We could have had a relationship built on cuddles and trains. I would have been fine.

But since we do have more, I can't resist reaching behind him and squeezing that plump bottom of his.

"What are you doing, sweet boy?" I ask him.

He whines as he presses his hips forward again. His face is buried in my neck where he always likes to be when he's acting shy.

Deciding it's time for me to take charge, I roll him over so that I'm on top of him.

"I need your words, sweet boy. Do you want Daddy to help you take care of this?"

He nods, then stops when I don't move. "Yes, Daddy," he says, his voice gravelly from lack of use.

"Do you want my mouth or my hands?"

Sunlight coming through the window tells me we've already slept in longer than I thought we would. I've got to get my boy off and quickly so I can feed him properly.

"Mouth," he whimpers.

There's no slow perusing this time. I don't dawdle.

Yanking his underwear down, I grip his length and begin to suck like my life depends on it. I let my mouth build up enough saliva that it runs down over my hand. Reaching down with my other hand, I play with his balls as I remain on my knees before him.

He shakes beneath me, pleasure stealing his ability to say anything. Not that I need his words. The sounds he makes are more than enough encouragement.

I'm not sure how long he's been turned on, but it only takes a couple of minutes for me to feel the strain in his muscles that tells me he's about to come. I pull back, using my hand to continue to stroke him. I want him to make a mess, one that I get to clean up with my mouth.

He cries out "Daddy" right as his release comes. My hand, his abs, and my beard become coated in the liquid.

I use my tongue to clean my hand first, then I wipe my chin off and lick that. Next, I trail over the residue on his cock before moving to his abdomen.

He's half soft now. I'm curious to see how quickly I can get him back to full mast.

Maybe we could try something new or see if he can hold out a bit longer.

His phone chimes with a text before I can act on any thoughts. He glances over at the nightstand, then pulls on his glasses.

I lean back on my heels as I watch him pull up his phone and go through the message. The glasses are a new thing. Apparently, my boy had been wearing contacts during his trip, but as we arrived back home, his eyes were irritated and dry. He switched to the glasses since he had become more comfortable with me.

The first time he slipped them on, I almost came in my pants.

I loved my boy before, but with the glasses, there's this sexy edge to him. It makes me want to ravish him all over again.

His frown stops me in my tracks.

"What's wrong, sweet boy?" I ask him.

"Something is wrong with practice. The defensive coach is messaging me since he knew my flight got in."

I growl, angry that they've interrupted this precious bubble we're in. He shakes his head and gives me a sad smile.

"It's not his fault, Daddy. I've made myself a bit indispensable. I should get up and go into practice today." His words are resolute, though his tone is reluctant.

"You still have two more days before you have to be back."

He shrugs. "While that's true, I'll only drive myself crazy thinking about what's going on if I don't go. Besides, I haven't had a proper workout in nearly a week. My body needs it."

I let my eyes roam over his naked form. "I'm not sure you need it, but I wouldn't complain about you keeping this physique a little while longer."

He giggles as he shakes his head. "It's time to get up, Daddy."

I hate that he has to go anywhere. At the same time, I'm thinking about my own business in the back of my mind. Has Danny behaved himself? Are there any new orders that need my immediate attention?

Pushing the thoughts down, I lead my boy to the shower. At least we can get another minute or two alone together before we have to go our separate ways.

We're both so distracted by our inner thoughts that we rush through the shower. I get dressed as my boy gets into his workout gear.

Next thing I know, we're going our separate ways without a plan to see each other again. It's just like when we got off the plane, and my boy panicked, only this time, he's so distracted by work stuff he hasn't noticed yet.

I do manage to give him a kiss before heading down his drive to the Uber waiting to take me home.

An hour after waking up in bed with the man I love, I'm back home and staring at my suitcase with a sense of overwhelming dread. I don't want to unpack. It feels too final. Like I'm shutting the door on this entire experience somehow.

Instead, I head to work to avoid it as long as possible.

Danny greets me with a pep in his step. "Hey, boss. How was your trip?"

When he waggles his eyebrows, I snort and shake my head. "I'm not giving you any dirty details. I will just say that me and my boyfriend had a grand time."

He claps and bounces on his toes. "That's wonderful! I'm so glad it worked out!"

"How were things here?"

"They were good. It's been steady. You taught me how to do everything, but I didn't expect you to be back for two more days."

I shrug. "Jett had to go to practice. I miss him already, but there was something going on he needed to handle."

He gives me an understanding nod. "That makes sense. The team is probably scrambling for the next game. Their opponents have a strong offensive line. Our defense needs to be tight."

I bob my head along with him to show my basic understanding.

Still, I already feel that itch under my skin that tells me I need my boy. That I have to see him soon.

An idea comes to mind.

"Hey, Danny, are the Bulldogs' practices closed?"

He gives me a slow smile. "They are, but I know for a fact that some of the boyfriends and spouses get access to the field during practice. In particular, Finn and Raymond both get to go."

"Perfect," I tell him as I whip out my phone.

The phone for the office rings. Danny has to leave me to go answer it. I ignore the looks he shoots me from the desk as I text the other Daddies in our group message Bellamy and Aries added me to. I could also reach out to Finn and Raymond, but I hold off. They might be too excited and spill the beans before I'm ready.

Bellamy answers right away.

Bellamy: We can get you in if you want. Jett will have to convince Coach that you get to stay. I don't see that being a problem.

Micah: Why not?

Bellamy: Because his focus is clearly split. He's been staring at his phone and the door all morning like he's waiting on something. I don't know if anyone else has noticed it, but Coach will definitely pick up on it once we're on the field.

I grin at the knowledge that he's thinking of me, sending a wave of affection through me.

Micah: How long until you're on the field? I want to get some stuff first.

Bellamy: A couple of hours? We're going over footage now, then we'll dress and head out there.

Micah: Perfect.

I close out my messages as a plan forms. I know exactly what I need to do for my boy.

It's amazing what knowing the right person can do for you.

I not only make it through the front gate easily despite the bundle in my arms, but I also get someone who escorts me to the seating area I need to be in. The lovely woman who appears to be sporting a nice little baby bump tells me her name is Cherise, and that she is happy to assist me. I tell her that all I need to do is find the players and have a seat.

When we reach the edge of the stadium seating, I see two familiar faces. Finn and Raymond sit there with bags of popcorn and giant bottles of water. I give Cherise a look, and she snorts.

"Their men are very adamant that they stay hydrated and fueled. I've offered them a chance to sit in the box, but they like to sneak kisses between plays when Coach isn't looking."

I nod in understanding. I can see how addictive that would become.

Maybe I can convince Jett to sneak a few too, though my boy is a bit of a rule follower. He's also a man of routine, so this entire plan might not be one of my best ideas.

Ignoring the doubt I feel, I make my way over to the pair. Cherise waves me off since her text messages are blowing up.

"Micah," Finn says, spotting me first.

Raymond whips his head to the side. "What are you doing here?"

I hold up the small basket. "I brought treats for my boy."

They share a look, then gaze out onto the field.

"It's Jett, right?" Finn whispers. "He's been off today. Not bad, but not himself."

I nod with a smile. "You would be correct. You are a very smart boy."

He preens at the compliment.

Raymond's brow dips, like he's thinking extra hard about something. "I think he misses you," he says.

I look out onto the field where the guys are huddled together. They either haven't spotted me yet, or they're ignoring me as they continue to work.

Jett's number is easy enough to find. He's talking to Aries, his arms waving around as he explains something in great detail.

I sit down beside Raymond and place the basket on the stadium seat beside me. "I've missed him too," I admit. "He's become so much a part of me after spending all our time together these last few days. I tried to go to work, tried to focus on things that needed to be done, but I was useless. When I found out that I could get in, I knew I had to come. Even if today's the only day, and my schedule goes haywire after this, at least I'm easing the ache being home has created."

Raymond nods at my words. "It's like when you have jet lag, and you're really tired, except you're missing your boy and there's no jet involved. Oh, but his name is Jett!"

This boy's giggle excitedly at the revelation of how his idea of being relatable turned into an ironic twist of words.

"He is my Jett, and I am a little Jett-lagged." I wink at them both, which keeps the giggles going. "I need to be here even if he doesn't notice me."

Finn shakes his head slowly. "I don't think you have to worry about the noticing part."

I turn back to the field only to spot a single figure running our way. The number gives him away, even though I can't see his name on the back. That and those eyes. They're determined and eager.

He rips his helmet off right before he gets to me, then pushes himself up over the rail on the side. He drops to his knees in front of me.

"Daddy," he breathes. "What are you doing here?"

I tap the basket beside me as I fight not to curl my hands in his jersey and tug him in for a kiss.

"I came to bring you a treat for later. I'm sure you can't have it now, but I thought you might like it. So you could think of me until we could be together again."

His smile is open and carefree. Like he doesn't have men yelling at his back demanding he get back on the field.

"He's gonna get a fine if he's not careful," Raymond whispers.

"Let them fine me," my boy says. "I'm okay as long as Daddy's here."

I shake my head as I tug for him to stand. "Sweet boy, you do not need to get in trouble on my account. I will be here for the rest of practice, and afterwards if you want. Danny has the entire boutique under control."

He looks at me, his demeanor calm, though I can feel the unease beneath the surface. "You promise you'll be here?"

"I promise," I tell him.

Then, without caring about anyone else or anything, I lean forward and press my lips to his. The kiss is a seal, a bond of my words.

No matter what happens, I will be here waiting for him when he finishes.

When we pull apart, I pat his chest and tell him, "Now go out there and show Daddy how it's done. Prove to them that a little time off doesn't hurt my boy."

That look of determination returns as he stands and slips his helmet on. In a flash, he's gone, running back across the field.

Raymond fans his face as Finn bounces in his seat.

"That was kind of hot," Finn says excitedly.

Raymond nods. "Yeah, I really wish my Daddy would come over too."

I laugh, then reach into my basket to grab the extra snacks I packed for the boys. Sure they've got popcorn, but does it beat chocolate covered pretzels? No, never.

They delight at the treat, then go about telling me different things regarding the team and the men we're watching play. The more I'm around football, the better I understand it. And I can admit that it's fascinating to know that my sweet boy, the man who trusts me so completely, plays such a grueling sport.

I think that's why he needs me. Because when everyone else depends on him to really come through on the field, I'm the one who will be there for him when he needs rest and solace from the demanding job.

By the time practice is over, I've got an invitation to dinner from one boy and the invitation to a New Year's party from the other.

"It's a mix of Daddies and family," he tells me. "It's mostly Daddies. You'll fit right in."

I thank him for the invite and tell him we'll be there so long as Jett agrees. The only other place I might go would be Monty's house if he threw a party, but I'm hoping he doesn't. My brother already has a reputation for being a bit of a jerk, and his parties only add to the playboy image he's crafted. I'd really love to see him happy and in a relationship soon.

I know it's just wishful thinking though. The person who could tame Monty's wild ways might not even exist.