Page 10 of Lost Boy

Blushing Mitch opened his mouth and Byron slipped the nipple into his mouth. The pacifier, no paci, was the prettiest blue. Mitch loved it.

Then Byron was taking his hand and leading him out of the bathroom.

Mitch sucked on the paci. It was soothing. The suck, suck, suck as he followed behind Byron left him with nothing else he had to do. He sat on the bed when Byron led him to the mattress.

“Clothes?”

Mitch sucked and pointed to the bottom drawer.

Byron kissed the top of his head before he went to the dresser. He crouched down giving Mitch the best view of his wide shoulders and tight ass. Mitch hummed with appreciation.

Byron glanced over his shoulder and grinned. “I’m glad you approve boy.” He winked. “But first you need some time to just be a good boy.”

Mitch grunted. He could be a good boy and a horny boy.

Byron pulled open the bottom drawer and Mitch wanted to tense. He just didn’t have the energy. Not even Jace or Grant had seen his small collection of clothes. He wore a few cute shirts to the club but he did have lounge clothes he liked. He also had his undies and a few padded pull-ups. Mitch didn’t wear the pull-ups often enough. He wished he could wear them more but that just wasn’t practical.

Mitch laid over and rested his head on the corner of the bed. He kept his gaze on Byron as he sorted through the couple of outfits Mitch owned. Decision made Byron sat back on his heels before closed the drawer.

Not moving, Mitch just watched. He didn’t even care what Byron picked. As long as it was someone else making the decision.

Byron turned. “You tired boy?”

Mitch nodded. He was exhausted, down to his bones. It had been a hard two weeks. Every time he stepped into his office Mitch’s stomach would clench and he’d have to fight feeling nauseous.

He hated his job. He hated it so fucking much. He didn’t want to defend people that he knew was guilty. If it wasn’t for his father Mitch would never set foot inside his office again.

“Hey.” Byron carded his fingers through Mitch’s hair. “Let’s get you dressed.”

Mitch grunted. God, having a paci was awesome! He didn’t even have to talk.

“Up please.” Byron helped him sit up and then stand. He placed Mitch’s clothes on the bed before pulling on the hem of Mitch’s shirt.

Mitch allowed himself to be undressed just like the one time in the bathroom at Jace’s house. This time was so much better though. His condo was warm, he was in his own space, and felt safe. Especially with the sweet looks Byron was giving him.

Once he was naked Byron held up a pair of his pull-ups with blue teddy bears and blue trim. “Okay?”

Mitch lifted his foot.

“Guess that’s a yes,” Byron said chuckling.

It didn’t matter. Byron was dressing him, and Mitch got to relax. He felt all floaty and wonderful.

His pull-ups were on then his softest worn pajama bottoms. They had little white polar bears on the red background. He’d gotten them for Christmas one year from Jace. He’d worn and washed them so much they were almost see-through. Next came the red long sleeve shirt with a big polar bear and two babies. The shirt that matched his jammie pants.

“Adorable,” Byron said with another kiss, this time to his forehead.

Mitch leaned against Byron.

“Toys?” Byron asked.

Mitch nodded, although he wasn’t ready to move quite yet.

Byron slipped his arms around Mitch’s waist and held him. There was no pressure and Byron didn’t try to hurry him. He just held Mitch calmly as Mitch let the stress from the last few weeks go.

Feeling strong, cared for, and happy Mitch pulled back before taking Byron’s hand. He tugged Byron into the living room.

The modernly decorated condo was the one thing about this life that Mitch enjoyed. Well to a point. He’d love to have a house with a backyard to play in like Jace’s. Or a playroom like Caleb’s. But the view from the condo couldn’t be beat. The large windows of the living room that looked over the river.

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