Page 10 of His Last Chase

A work in progress. Something every human was from birth until death.

Just as he finished our food was delivered. The waitress did her best to get Chase’s attention, buthe ignored her and continued to stare at his phone, typing away. She sighed and left, then he handed my phone back and the screen was on the message he was working on.

Me: This is what makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like being hit on. I don’t like being the center of attention unless I’m on stage and to be honest, I don’t really care for that either, but I love what I do and have accepted that goes along with the job. I just want to be…me.

I added my reply to the bottom and hit send.

Me:And I want nothing more than to help you find and be that boy. Away from prying eyes and around others who understand who you really are. Will you let me be your Daddy, Chase?

Bold but brave. Too soon? Maybe, but in our lifestyle we knew what we wanted and went after it. Or at least that’s how I used to be.

Chase:I’d like to try but please be patient with me. This is all new to me.

Me: I am nothing if not patient, sweet boy.

His face lit up as he read my message, and I knew I’d tackled his initial worries.

Now to fire off that message David requested.

Me: Thank you, but that’s all the information I’m going to give.

David: Told you so. Be gentle, he’s not the persona he pretends to be.

That much I already knew.

Chapter Three

Chase

“You sent him to me, didn’t you?” I asked David when I ran into him in the kitchen a few days later, both of us jonesing for a morningcup of much needed fuel. I didn’t often drink it when not on the road, but between falling down chat wormholes and texting late with Casey, I was dragging ass today.

David added cream and sugar to his, taking his sweet ass time to respond. He leaned back against the counter and inhaled the life-giving elixir as he took a sip. “Let’s just say I saw two souls whose paths needed to cross in the right place and time.”

Tears rushed forth and I threw myself at him. Thankfully he saw it coming and set his cup down first. “Thank you, Daddy David.” Purposely, I let that slip. I’d come to realize how important that one word was to all Daddies after spending countless hours in lifestyle chat rooms. If it came out in little Chase’s voice, then so be it. Besides, David understood me better than I did.

“You’re welcome, Buddy.” He gave me a big hug. “You deserve to be happy, and Casey is a great Daddy. I’m happy for you both.”

Jordan came in and side eyed us. “Good morning, Chase.”

“Morning, Jordan.” I snagged a granola bar and my coffee and headed back up to my room. Right as I shut the door my phone rang.

“Good morning.” Hearing Casey’s voice first thing in the morning was a great way to start my day.

“Hello, sweet boy,” Casey replied. “Wanted to call so I could hearyour voice.”

We’d been texting every waking moment, and I loved it. How quickly I found happiness in something, or someone in this case, outside of music was awesome.

“Hey, how’s it going?”Way to play it cool, dork.This is Casey, not one of your bandmates.

“It’s going great. I have a couple of things to ask which were too much to type. First, Henry and Jamie’s Daddies said they’ve been hounding them to reach out to you and asked if they can have your number. I don’t give out anyone’s numbers without permission.”

Glad he mentioned that given we had to keep an eye on privacy more than most. “Yeah, that’s cool but explain to them that it’s super important they do not give it out to anyone.” The thought of that potential shit storm gave me hives.

“Understood. Second, not sure what your schedule looks like, but we’ve been invited to Jamie’s birthday party on Sunday. Do you want to go?”

“Let me check.” I switched the screen to the calendar and put Casey on speaker. Easton had every event, meeting, and practice keyed into it, so we knew where to be and when. He was transitioning our band to Jeremiah’s management which made sense since Jeremiah and Seltzer had shacked up, so he was already fully emersed into our band life.

“Yeah, I’m good. Do you, um, would you like to…” Why was this so hardto ask?

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