Page 35 of Lost Little Boy
“Why didn’t you come to my office and talk to me about this first?”Yeah, he’s pretty mad.
“Because I didn’t want to bother you with something so simple. If he works at the college, he had to undergo a background check, so he’s not a serial killer or anything, and if he can pay half the rent, then I can start paying you back for what you already spent.”
Wex stepped closer and took my hands, which were shaking. I prayed this wasn’t a situation that would get me a punishment. We hadn’t had any of those, but I could see where I’d fucked up badly.
“I appreciate that you want to pay me back, but I don’t want the money, sweet boy. I want you to hang onto your money so you can get the things you want and do things with friends. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy, but we’re restructuring my division, and I have to be involved. You know, you could always come and stay with me at my place if you want to spend time together. I’ll get you a key.”
Was it too fast for him to give me a key to his apartment? Could he come to my apartment too? I was trying to make it nicer so maybe he’d want to come over. Was I not doing it fast enough?
We were leaving at the end of the week to go to Pride Camp, which was why I wanted to get Aaron to move in so fast. I wanted him there while I was gone. I’d just bought the new television, and I didn’t want a neighbor to break in and take the few new things I’d been able to buy. Aaron said his boyfriend had taught him some self-defense moves that he’d teach me sometime, so I knew the place would be in good hands.
“So, new rule. We’ll discuss big decisions in our lives, okay? Your logic is strong that if Aaron works at the college, he’s undergone a background check, but I’m still going to have our legal folks check him out,” Wex said.
I sighed. It was a huge relief that he understood and wanted to be sure I was safe. It made me feel important to him.
“Agreed. You know, Daddy, you can come stay here with me, too.” I gently removed my hands from his and went to my backpack. I’d printed out a copy of the results to show him, so I retrieved it and held out the paper.
“What’s this?” Wex unfolded it, reading the results.
“This is wonderful!” He picked me up and swung me around, making me giggle like I did when he tickled me.
“I have to pick up my prescription of PrEP at the drugstore near the office tomorrow. The doctor mentioned it takes about three weeks to be fully protected, so we’ll need to use protection, but since I know for sure I’m negative,” I opened the drawer on the bedside table and produced a box of condoms, “I’m ready to do more if you are.”
Wex smirked. “Areyou, now?”
He slowly moved his hands under my shirt and began tickling me in the spots on my ribs that he knew would reduce me to a squirming laughing mess. “Stop, Daddy!”
Surprisingly, he did. I put my hands under his jacket and slid it down his arms, hanging it in my closet. When I turned around, Wex was smiling. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
I laughed. “I am. How’m I doing?”
He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a toy police car. “I was planning to do the same thing to you.” He handed me the car and leaned forward to kiss my forehead.
Tears stung my eyes as I looked at the perfect little white toy. “Thank you, but you never have to bring me presents so I’ll spend time with you. I’m always happy to see you. Will you stay the night?”
“I’d love to stay the night. I’ll have to get up earlier and run home to change in the morning, but I can’t imagine being anywhere else tonight. Tomorrow evening, we need to go shopping. I need swim trunks, some cargo shorts and hiking shoes. You’ll need stuff too, I’d imagine.” He put his hands on my neck and leaned forward to kiss my lips.
I reached for the buttons on his shirt and slowly slid them through the holes as he continued to suggest things we might need for our trip.
Once I had his shirt open, I unbuttoned the cuffs, sliding it off his broad shoulders and pulling it from inside his suit pants. I hung his shirt in my closet and brought out a hanger for his pants. I pulled the belt from the loops and rolled it around my hand as I’d seen him do before, placing the black leather belt on the shelf in my closet.
He stepped out of his shoes and started to open his pants, but I stilled his hands. “May I?” I glanced up through my lashes and stared into his beautiful blue eyes.
“God, you can have anything you want. Always.”
I smiled and sunk to my knees, reaching for the waist of his slacks. I opened it and slowly dragged the zipper down, running the back of my fingers over his hardening length, hearing his breath hitch.
I pushed the light gray fabric down and held the waist open for him so he could step out. He balanced with his hand on my shoulder, and I leaned forward and mouthed his cock through his boxer briefs. The tip was sticking out of the elastic, so I licked the leaking head, tasting him for the first time. The salty tang of him made my heart pound faster.
“Fuck, sweet boy.” His moan had me dripping in my underwear.
Wex took the pants from me and tossed them behind him before he pulled me from my knees. “I’m about ready to explode. Give me a second to calm down so this isn’t over too quick.”
Wex picked me up and tossed me on the bed, surprising me that he was able to lift me so easily, though he was very muscular. He climbed next to me and rested on his side. “Talk time. Limits. What are your hard limits? I’ll list offmine, and you give me red for no way, yellow for not sure, and green for yes, I’m fine with that. Have you thought of a safeword?”
My mind raced until I came up with something I absolutely hated. “Arithmetic.”
Wex covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. “I, uh, may I ask why that word?”
