Page 7 of Self Expression

LINCOLN

A squirt of ketchup hit the cardboard lid and spread in a puddle. “Do you think they’re too hot?” I waved a chicken tender as if cooling it before I dipped it in the red sea.

“Take a small bite, just in case.” He took a bite of his sandwich and immediately wiped a dot of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “I don’t want you to burn your tongue.”

“‘Kay.” I took another bite and felt some ketchup on my chin, but I didn’t wipe it. That wasn’t my responsibility at the moment. Also, it was a good test to see what Enzo did about it. “How’s yours?”

“So good.” He grinned and used his napkin to dab at my chin. “I forgot how much I liked these.”

The warm tenders and fries, Enzo’s kindness, and the possibilities that were ahead of us made me feel loose and happy as I continued to eat. Had I ever just sat with a Daddy and watched a cartoon? Maybe at the club, but never in my own space, where I felt completely safe and cared for.

By the time we finished with our late lunch, I was already thinking about asking Enzo to stay for a nap. My nap in the elevator was the best sleep I’d had in a long time, and if he let me fall asleep on his nipple again, that would be the cherry on top of a pretty amazing afternoon.

I took a long drag from the thermos and then capped it up, not wanting to risk spilling a single drop.

After licking the salt and grease from my fingers, I wiggled them toward Enzo. “All done!”

“Good boy.” He cleaned up our mess, gathering all the wrappers in the bag and taking it to the kitchen.

I burped, and my stomach gurgled, feeling heavy and floaty at the same time. “Thanks.”

Enzo gave me a wide grin and came back to my side. “What are we watching?”

“Beauty ’n Beast.” I rolled onto my side, then my back. It was the best way to move when I was full with a million pounds of lunch.

“Moving slower, huh?” Enzo pulled me up so my head was resting on his lap, and then he leaned back against the couch.

I wrapped my arm around his thigh like a pillow, and sighed as he combed his fingers through my hair. “So sloooooo…”

“Still wanna watch your movie or do you want a nap first?”

“Now.” The word spawned a yawn that I hoped Daddy didn’t see. I mean Enzo. He wasn’t Daddy. Yet. Maybe he never would be. “Pweeze.”

“Okay, sweet boy.” I felt the soft rumble in his chest as he grabbed the remote off the couch and pressed play.

The last thing I remembered was the touch of his fingers on my neck, and then I was asleep.

Enzo probably noticed I’d passed out, but he didn’t wake me up.

When I finally opened my eyes again, it was just in time to see Belle and the Beast in the ballroom. My favorite part.

He kept combing through my hair with his fingers, not saying anything about me missing part of the movie or that we’d be more comfortable in my bed. He just let me do what I needed and wanted to do.

I sighed and settled back in, nestling even closer to him just to get more of that warm and loved feeling. And yes, I knew love probably wasn’t what he felt for me, but I was already thinking it about him.

And then the pressure in my bladder hit me all of a sudden. One second, I was totally fine. The next, I really had to pee. Like, painfully bad. But I didn’t wanna get up. I was so comfy and the movie was getting to my favorite part. Besides, I could hold it for a long time.

As slowly as possible, I stealthy moved my hand from where it was resting on my knee down to my crotch so I could pinch the tip of my dick. It didn’t reduce the urge in my bladder or the discomfort I felt, but it gave me a sense of control. That, and bouncing. Bouncing made me feel like I could buy a little bit more time and maybe even make it to the end of the movie without Enzo noticing.

But my plan was quickly squashed because my pinching and squirming might not have been as stealthy as I thought. Enzo slid his hand from my hair to my hip and paused my bouncing as he hit pause. “Time for a potty break.”

“Nooo… It’s the best part!” My voice got whiny and urgent, like I could make him agree if I complained loud enough.

It didn’t matter that Enzo was already lifting me from our little nest and setting me on my feet. “The best part will be even better when your tummy isn’t hurting.”

My lower lip popped out, and I crossed my arms over my chest as we started walking toward the bathroom. “Fine.”

His hand went to my shoulder as he guided me forward. “Good boy.”

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