Page 2 of Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang Us, Daddy

He wraps his arms around my shoulders, burying his face in my neck. The way he’s angled, his erection jabs into my side, and I have to bite back the urge to tease him about it. He’s not in that place yet. Maybe one day we’ll be able to playfully goad each other, but we need to work on trust first.

His erection presses snugly against my hip again, and I figure his knees must be achy, because he keeps rocking back and forth. Giving him a quick kiss on the forehead, I pat his butt, motioning for him to let go. He doesn’t though. He just holds on tighter, like he’s scared I’ll disappear.

“Are you gonna miss me today?” he asks, sounding a little breathless.

“Of course I will.” I have to hold back a grunt when his morning wood slams into me again, even rougher this time. “Are you okay, buddy?”

Bennet snorts a laugh, and when I look up at him to ask what’s so funny, he’s shoving the blankets away and standing up. He’s got a tent in his pajamas as well, but unlike his other half, he shields it with his hands. Bennet makes his way to the closet, shoving down his pajamas until all he’s wearing is a pair of tight hot-pink briefs.

I can see why my son was smitten with Bennet. If I were gay or bisexual, I’d never take my eyes off the guy. As my son Tatum might say, the man has a bakery back there, and whoever lands him and Benji as romantic partners will be snacking endlessly.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been staring at Bennet, but my attention is pulled back to Benji when he cries out, “Nate!”

I stare at him, concerned. I’ve got my hand against his cheek, studying his expression, trying to figure out what’s wrong. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

Again, Bennet chuckles, but Benji is staring up at me with wide, fearful eyes. “I’m sorry,” he says, sounding panicked. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to?—”

That’s when I feel it. Warmth. Wetness. It’s seeping through his pajama bottoms, and the longer I stare into his eyes, the more worried he becomes. I should probably be more upset about the fact his semen is seeping out of the fabric, making my abdomen damp, but I’m not. It’s not like it’s the first time a man has accidentally ejaculated in my presence. In my profession, it comes with the territory.

The sound of Benji’s sniffle alongside the sight of tears forming rips my heart in two. He looks terrified. I cup his cheek, praying it will put him at ease.

“Hey, you’re okay. It’s fine, I promise.” I kiss his forehead again.

“I didn’t mean to?—”

I shake my head. “I said it’s fine, Benji. You’re not the first man in the world to accidentally spill over on me, and you sure as heck won’t be the last. Last week, I watched a patient ejaculate into his own mouth. I promise, there’s nothing you can do that I haven’t seen already. Now, I’m going to head downstairs and set the table for breakfast, then I’m getting dressed. You’ve got twenty minutes to get ready, then I’m coming up here and dragging your lazy bones downstairs.” I dart my eyes down at his crotch. “Go on. Get in the shower so you can clean yourself up.”

“You should probably shower, too,” he suggests, pointing at my side. Looking down, I spot the smallest hint of semen on my t-shirt. Not wanting to make him feel bad about it, I wink at him.

“Maybe I’ll wear it all day just to get under your skin.” I pause long enough to chew my cheek. “Well, I guess you would be the one getting under my skin, technically, but you know what I mean.”

His eyes widen, the pupils blown wide and wild. “You will?”

“For fuck’s sake,” Bennet groans.

“Language,” I scold him, but it just earns me a death glare. Patting Benji’s knee, I rise from the bed and head over to Bennet, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “I really wish you wouldn’t talk like that, buddy. You’re too pretty to be using ugly words.”

His cheeks darken. “You think I’m pretty?”

I nod. “You’re one of the most handsome men I’ve ever met, Bennet.” I pull him in for a hug, because I need him to believe me. His self-confidence isn’t very high after everything their ex-boyfriend put them through.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely,” I assure him. He’s smiling, but he can’t seem to maintain eye contact with me. That’s okay. As long as he’s present and takes the words to heart, it’s enough for me.

“You said, ‘one of.’ Who else are you talking about?”

I roll my eyes, because it’s a silly question and he already knows the answer. “You and Benji look like twins; who the heck do you think I’m talking about?”

He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. That’s okay too. He’ll open up to me when he’s ready. I just know it.

“Nate?” Benji calls out as I walk toward the bedroom door. I glance over my shoulder at him. “Will you?”

“Will I, what?”

He licks his lips, his eyes locked on my shirt. “Will you really wear me all day long?”

I was only joking when I said it earlier, but the look he’s giving me tells me he’s not in a joking mood. “You want meto wear your semen, son?” He bites his bottom lip, nodding nervously. For the life of me, I can’t think of a single reason why he’d even ask. It’s a strange request, but it’s not one I’m entirely opposed to. No, it’s not very hygienic, but that doesn’t bother me. When you guide couples through sexual awakenings for a living, you’re bound to get your hands dirty. “Tell me why,” I finally say.

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