Page 35 of Lost Boy

Byron knew that one of the reasons Mitch enjoyed the pacifier was because he liked not having to make conversation. That was fine with Byron. Hearing Mitch’s sweet sounds as he played was wonderful. It filled Byron with a sense of purpose. He could give Mitch what he needed.

“It’s time for dinner. Are you ready to eat?”

Mitch looked over and nodded.

“Good.” He waved Mitch over.

Mitch climbed to his knees then rose to his feet. He waddled over and it was adorable. As soon as Mitch reached him Byron reached around and grabbed a handful of his butt.

“I may become obsessed with this bottom,” he warned.

Mitch removed his pacifier. “It’s yours.” He shrugged. “Guess you can do whatever you want.”

Byron smirked. “Good answer.” He cupped Mitch’s face. “Do you feel better.”

“Yes,” Mitch answered immediately. “I don’t know how you knew just what I needed…”

“Because I know you.” Byron leaned down and kissed him. Deeply and thoroughly. Claiming his boy in another way.

Mitch clutched at his shirt, holding on to Byron, as their tongues dueled. Byron let Mitch lead for a few seconds, then took over, only to back off, and have Mitch press forward.

When they were close to getting too intimate Byron gentled the kiss before backing away.

“Ready for dinner?”

“Yes sir.” Mitch skipped ahead of him. When he saw the plate, silverware, and cup he laughed. “You are always surprising me!” He picked up the sippy cup running his finger over the painted cartoon characters.

“For that smile,” Byron said honestly. “I would do anything for that smile.”

Mitch smiled again although he blushed a little as well.

“Sit. We don’t want the food getting cold.”

Mitch plopped down and winced again.

Byron laughed. “It’ll take a little while to get used to but soon you’ll know to be careful with your bottom.”

“I’ll get used to it?” Mitch asked. As he picked up the plastic fork.

“Yep.” Byron picked up his own silverware and started to eat. Byron ignored Mitch’s furrowed brows. His boy would find out soon enough.

Byron gave Mitch time to eat before he broached the subject. “Do you want to talk about today?”

Mitch sighed. He shoved in the last bit of food before laying his fork on his empty plate.

“It hit me today that no matter what I do my father is not going to change,” Mitch said.

Byron covered Mitch’s hand with his own and squeezed.

“He got the client off but it was bullshit. He should be spending the rest of his life in jail. It doesn’t matter how much good I do there. My father is not a good man.”

Byron nodded.

“I haven’t wanted to leave because I know my father will be irate. He’d take it out on whatever firm I went to. That’s why I haven’t taken Greg up on his offer. I just don’t know what to do.”

Mitch squirmed around. There was something else.

“What boy? Tell me.”

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