Page 31 of Wrecked for the Holidays

As I hoped, Jakob giggled, but it took a firm smack on his ass to get him moved off my lap. Once off, I ushered him out of the office and into the kitchen. Jakob’s entire self seemed infinitely more effervescent and bubbly. His giggles and butt shaking were adorable on their own, but with each movement, I knew he was closer and closer to reaching that state of contentment he deserved. We all deserved.

After he was installed at the kitchen table drawing with his new flair pens, I went to work on putting together something to eat. Given I wanted to keep Jakob in a little mindset, I went with easy finger foods properly chopped for a little. Our little charcuterie board included sliced bananas, strawberries, and halved grapes with yogurt dip and some sliced cheese, deli meat, and crackers.

“Oooh, Papa, yummy!” Jakob squirmed in the seat and clapped his hands in anticipation.

He radiated joy, and I was struck again at how beautiful happy looked on him. His eyes danced with mischief and just a little sass. His deep-blue eyes held more contentment than I’d seen from him before. This sweet boy was truly in his element, and it looked so damn good on him. When I laid theplatter in front of him to share, Jakob glanced up and held my gaze.

“Papa?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Thank you.”

With his upturned face, I had the perfect view of Jakob’s bow of a mouth. His pouty, pillowy-soft lips taunted me with the promise of his delicious taste. His wide eyes were hooded, and the vibe in the room went from sweet to sultry in a blink. “Thank me with a kiss,” I answered.

Jakob leaned up and pressed his lips to mine. His escaped sigh was a signal to deepen the kiss, and I immediately slid my hand to the back of Jakob’s head and plunged my tongue into his waiting, willing mouth. He eagerly parted his lips and gave me free access. As predicted, his mouth had the delicious taste that was all him. Our tongues stroked against each other in the lazy pattern all Saturday afternoons emulate.

The only thought left was I wanted him in my life. Needed him there. He may have slipped into my life like an octopus into a crevice, but I had no idea the magnitude of denial I’d forced upon myself until his arrival. His innocent response to the insistent probing of my tongue sent ribbons of desire through me. Unfortunately, those pangs of desire also tripped warning bells in the back of my mind, clanging loudly about slowing down even as my dick hardened at the thought of exploring more of Jakob. Much to my cock’s chagrin, this needed to stay about Jakob’s exploration of his little space. My dick had to wait.Fuck.

“Sweet boy, get to your snack.”

Jakob obediently finished eating each section before moving on to the next one. There were a few battles between the strawberries and the bananas, but ultimately, they both agreed on a compromise to get eaten. My plate had significantly less excitement but tasted equally as good.

“Papa, drink, please?” Jakob’s sweet voice was shy but clear.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to grab one.” I returned to the kitchen. “Which sippy cup?” In my hands, I held both for him to choose from. Each was covered in dinosaurs: on one, they were gardening, and on the other, they were at the beach.

“Silly! Dinosaurs would eat all the veggies, and there’d be none for us. I like the beach.”

Jakob returned to his food and happily dunked his fruit slices in the yogurt before popping them into his mouth. Jakob had previously mentioned preferring his apple juice cut with water so it wasn’t so sweet. I handed thecut drink over to him, and he guzzled it down quickly. When finished, his empty cup explained to the plate all they could do on a beach trip together.

Wait. Had Jakob ever been to the beach?

“Have you ever been to the beach?” My question caused Jakob’s face to fall, and I instantly regretted not keeping my damn mouth shut. My nosy questions could have waited or, hell, been left unasked.

“No,” Jakob said with a forlorn voice. “I not go.” But then he added brightly, “I saw a movie ’bout the beach.”

“Yeah? What did they do at the beach?”

“Papa, they did so much! They was monsters and got legs and they played and they learned to ride a bike and fished.” Jakob demonstrated all of it with his remaining snacks before plopping back onto his chair. “I wanna play on the beach too.”

“Sweetheart, it’s too cold to play on the beach in the winter. You’d turn into a popsicle and then what would we do with you?”

“You could eat me, Papa.” Jakob’s cheeky grin and sparkling eyes said he knew exactly what kind of joke he was making.

“Naughty boy, are you making dirty jokes to your Papa?”

Jakob gasped with faux shock and outrage, followed by an emphatic shake of his head. “Papa, I da bestest boy.” He ruined his proclamation by giggling madly. I could only shake my head in pretend consternation.

“The bestest boy needs to put his dishes in the sink so we can go do something fun.” Without hesitation, Jakob popped off the chair and deposited his empty plate in the sink. “Do you want more to drink?” With a shake of his head, Jakob danced around the kitchen in anticipation. “All right then, let’s go find something to get into.”

With a whoop, Jakob clutched my hand and dragged me into the family room. “Papa, I’ve been waitin’ and waitin’ and waitin’ to make my orna-orma-stuff for the Christmas tree. Can we do it? Please! They have glitter, and it’s blue and green and red and yellow and all the colors, and then it sparkles, and that makes me happy. Like super-duper gonna ’xplode happy.”

This was it. This was the precise outcome I’d wanted for Jakob—to be free and happy. He deserved to find that carefree place within himself that hadn’t been allowed. There was no question that Jakob, in his adult space, could handle his life even if his parents had tried to convince him otherwise. None of that mattered now, though, because this sweet boy was waiting for me to make ornaments withhim.

We settled ourselves at the coffee table and opened our packages. Our project mostly involved gluing paper strips across an open template and dousing them with glitter. Jakob was more skilled at combining colors. If they weren’t red and green, I had no clue what should go with what. But Jakob was not great at keeping the glitter contained to the project. He had it in his hair, on his clothes, and on the carpet.

As we worked, I noticed Jakob’s gaze strayed to the still-wrapped paci peeking out of the bags I’d dropped in the corner when we returned from lunch. Without a word, I rose from my position next to him to rinse it off for him. He was far too engrossed in his project to notice me. The tip of his tongue poking out the side of his mouth was adorable. Jakob did notice when I returned and gently probed his lips with the rubber tip.

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