Page 67 of Lost Boy

Mitch slipped his arms inside the sleeves.

“We’ll ride the bike up to the main house so we can leave for the club from there.”

Byron put his hand on Mitch’s lower back and urged him to the front door. Mitch knew what to do to safely climb on the back of the bike now. He held tight to Byron’s waist as Byron drove them back to the main house.

The trip didn’t take nearly enough time.

He fiddled with his paci as he waited for Byron next to the bike.

“Ready?” Byron held out his hand and Mitch gratefully clasped it.

Byron led Mitch up the steps of the house. The property was beautiful and so was the house. The large wraparound porch was perfect for lazy nights to listen to nature. Even though Mitch loved his condo he could see many more possibilities living out in the open. Like Byron’s house.

Where he’d be able to fully embrace his boy side and not worry about someone recognizing him.

He’d taken chances, more lately with Byron, and he was lucky that he hadn’t been caught.

It was so refreshing to know that he wasn’t going to run into anyone he knew for the next few days. He could fully embrace his boy and it didn’t matter if anyone judged him.

Mitch stopped walking.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Byron turned to him.

“I don’t want to waste this opportunity,” Mitch confessed.

Byron nodded. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to be your boy. All the time. Will you help me?”

“Baby, I’ll always help you.” Byron cupped his face.

“If I get nervous or overwhelmed I need you to push me,” Mitch said. “Don’t let me miss out please.”

“I won’t,” Byron promised. “Remember you always have your safe words but I’m in charge. Of everything. Of you. You are my boy and you’ll do as I say. I swear that I won’t put you into a position where you’ll be hurt or embarrassed.”

Mitch went with his gut instinct and hugged Byron tight. Once he felt more grounded he pulled back.

Byron looked him over be nodding. He picked up Mitch’s paci and held it up for him.

Mitch opened his mouth.

As soon as the nipple was against his tongue, he closed his lips. That was what he needed. He didn’t have to talk or make decisions. He could rely on Byron to take care of him.

Byron then gathered him close before picking him up.

He carried Mitch up the steps to the front door. Mitch expected to be put down but Byron just hiked him up high before kicking at the front door.

They didn’t have to wait long.

The door opened and Mitch turned his face slightly. A big mountain of a man stood in the entry smiling at them.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, we’re good. It’s good to see you,” Byron greeted. “This is my boy, Mitch.”

“Hello Mitch, I’m Cole, aren’t you a pretty little thing?”

Face flushing, Mitch turned his head back into Byron’s chest.

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