Page 44 of In the Name of the Father

Malcolm held in a growl. Just the thought of Seth with someone else made his gut clench and he hugged his boy tighter. But they’d found each other, and somewhere wrapped up in all of that, was a synergy akin to destiny. Maybe he didn’t believe in a traditional God, but Malcolmdidbelieve that something divine had to have happened to bring him and Seth together.

They held each other in silence until Seth gradually went slack in his arms. Malcolm yawned, but couldn’t get his mind to calm down. Now that they’d taken such a huge step with Seth and didn’t have to hide his true feelings—he couldn’t wait to get started on their new life together.

But how?

Treading lightly in the beginning would still be valid. It wasn’t as if Malcolm had met Seth in a kink club or even that he was a curious newbie. This would be operating from ground zero.

As Malcolm pondered the various ways in which he could introduce Seth to their new dynamic without scaring him, he found himself bombarded with competing emotions.

Everett had begged him not to be an idiot about the way things had turned out, to not doom himself to being alone after he died. But what had he gone and done anyway? His behavior hadn’t been borne of defiance, or some misguided attempt at martyrdom. Instead, he’d naturally fallen into an extended state of mourning without noticing that he’d become enamored of it’s cool embrace.

Then there was the joy that Seth represented, the thrill of finding a new boy who so desperately needed his guidance and love. If Everett were to come to him in a dream, Malcolm already knew what his opinion would be if Malcolm fucked things up with Seth. If Malcolm turned his back on Seth and pushed him away out of a misguided sense of loyalty to Everett’s memory, Everett would kick his ass.

Malcolm smiled and let the happiness his relationship with Everett had given him be a balm to his wounded heart. He thanked whatever mysterious power there was lurking in the universe for the time he’d shared with Everett, then switched his thoughts to Seth. His boy needed Malcolm’s full attention now, needed to know that what they shared as Daddy and boy was meant only for him.

After running through several potential scenarios in his mind, he drifted off to the sounds of his boy’s light snores and the joy of cradling him in his arms while they slept.

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Seth awoke with a start and Malcolm’s arms tightened around him, Malcolm mumbling something in his sleep. Sweat had gathered where their skin met, and he thought about the shower the night before, about Malcolm’s remark regarding playing with him…

That was when he became aware of his morning hard-on, the way his heated flesh pulsed against Malcolm’s hip. Malcolm made a low groan then turned to face him, pulling Seth against his chest. Now his erection was pressed against Malcolm’s and he was instantly taken back to the night before, to the glorious moment on the couch when he’d shared his first orgasm with Malcolm.

With Daddy.

He nuzzled Daddy below his ear, breathing him in. Getting used to calling Malcolm Daddy from then on wouldn’t be too difficult—not when merely thinking about it made him shudder from the thrill. But it went beyond that, too. Having a Daddy meant he wouldn’t have to worry about what to do because Daddy would be there to guide him, to take on his stress. Having a Daddy meant comfort.

In some ways, it didn’t seem fair that he wouldn’t have to worry about life’s daily responsibilities the way Daddy would. However, it did made sense when Daddy had explained why it gave him satisfaction. Daddy’s reassurance was what Seth had needed to be secure that the roles they filled were beneficial for them both. And anyway, Daddy understood this way of life, had lived it with someone for many years and wanted to have it again.

With me.

Seth no longer believed he was hated by God. He believed he was blessed.

Daddy placed a kiss on Seth’s forehead. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

“Very. Thank you…Daddy.” He stroked the soft curls on Daddy’s chest. “How about you?”

Daddy gave him a gentle squeeze. “Better than I have in ages. However, now that I’m awake, I do believe it’s time to give my brave boy his first reward.”

Seth’s breath caught in his throat as Daddy rolled him onto his back. He covered Seth with his muscular frame, the weight of his body pressing Seth against the mattress. He sighed from how protected it made him feel. Daddy’s tongue snaked out and teased Seth’s ear as a small moan escaped his lips. As Daddy thrust against him, he nibbled and kissed his face and neck, driving him insane with want. Daddy raised his head and gazed down at him.

“You can come whenever you like.” He arched one eyebrow. “This time.”

“Wha…?”

Before Seth could ask what he meant, Daddy was licking and kissing his way down Seth’s body, stopping briefly to dip his tongue into Seth’s belly button as he moved lower. He gasped when Daddy’s hot breath wafted over his leaking tip. The next sound he made was more akin to a whimper as Daddy wrapped his lips around Seth’s aching erection.

Seth clutched the comforter with one hand then clasped Daddy’s shoulder with the other. He couldn’t keep still, his heels sliding against the sheets as he was driven mad with an onslaught of sensation and pleasure. His Daddy licked and tormented his shaft with a skilled tongue, finding the valley beneath his cockhead then flicking the sensitive spot until Seth’s whimpers turned to cries.

When Daddy sucked him deep into his throat then swallowed around the tip, Seth’s nuts abruptly tightened, and he let out an undignified yell. Seth was mortified that he hadn’t been able to prevent himself from coming in Daddy’s mouth. He tried to push Daddy off him even as he continued to shoot spurts of cum, but Daddy held him down by his hips.

Seth collapsed against the mattress, his breathing frantic and ragged. Then he became aware that his fingers were still digging into Daddy’s shoulder. He yanked his hand away in horror and Daddy gazed up at him. Instead of appearing irritated or upset the way Seth would have expected, Daddy’s expression was one of satisfaction. He buried his nose at the root of Seth’s softening erection and rumbled out a pleased hum.

Daddy lifted his head again and winked at Seth. “I enjoyed that quite a bit.”

Seth’s blinked repeatedly in confusion. The few times Andy had used his mouth, he’d pulled off then finished Seth with his hand. Daddy kept staring at him and he thought he should respond.

“Um, I did too. A lot.” Seth petted the shoulder he’d mauled. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

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