Page 57 of Private Exhibit
Devon whimpered into the kiss.Damn it. Andy made him feel so good. Why did his stupid body have to betray him like that? He felt so turned on in his head, but there were noanswering sensations between his legs. There was nothing to feel there at all.
“Hey,” Andy murmured. “Look at me. You don't have to worry about anything beyond the next few minutes, alright? Bath, coffee, breakfast. Those three things, in that order. Everything else can wait. Understood?”
Devon felt something settle inside him. “Yes, Daddy.” He paused. “Did Oliver tell you to say things like that?”
Andy chuckled as he reached over to shut off the water. “He did.” Andy grabbed the soap and held Devon as he washed him. “Better?”
Devon squirmed. “Yeah.”
Andy winced. “You can't feel it.”
“No, it's not that. I mean, it is, but…” Devon huffed out a breath. “I hate sitting in a tub. I know I don't always have a choice, but it's a sensory thing, whether or not I can actually feel it. I don't like the tub touching my skin. Same with the walls in a shower, unless it's just my hands…but sometimes not even then.”
Andy nodded to himself, then gave Devon a crooked grin. “So no fucking you up against the wall in the shower, I take it?”
Devon's eyes went wide.
Andy chuckled. “Besides, we wouldn't want to spoil your view, would we?” he murmured. “Too up close, and you wouldn't get the whole picture. Gods, I love the way you look at me. Then again, if we get you comfortable in front of a mirror…”
Devon blushed all over again, glancing towards the shower.Gods. Having the mirrored glass reflecting them from all sides? It sounded uncomfortable and insanely hot all at once.
“Alright,” Andy said, reaching over to drain the tub. “Let's get you out.”
Devon looked away, silently enduring Andy's help as the man dried him off and helped him get dressed, starting with a diaper.The one good thing about the whole ordeal was that Andy was quick and efficient. Oliver was helpful in this type of situation, but Andy had far more practice.
Andy got Devon settled on the couch with a mug of coffee, then excused himself to go change the sheets.
Devon winced, cradling the mug in both hands, wishing he could get up and take care of it himself, hating the thought of Andy cleaning up his mess. He took a sip of coffee, needing a distraction.
An involuntary moan tore out of him.Oh my gods. He took another sip, feeling his entire body settle.
“Dev?” Andy asked, walking back into the room, now dressed in a pair of flannel pants.
“This coffee is so good.”
A grin slowly spread across Andy's face. “Good. I'm glad.” He padded into the kitchen and came back with his own mug in hand. Andy sat down, took a little sip, let out a sigh of contentment, then reached out with his free hand and ran his fingers through Devon's hair.
Devon couldn't help smiling at that.
“Feeling better?” Andy asked.
Devon nodded.
“Good.” Andy took another sip of his coffee. “Let me know when you're ready to order breakfast. But I think I heard something about a brunch today, too?”
Devon blinked. “Oh shit,” he gasped. He'd forgotten all about it.
“Easy,” Andy murmured, shifting closer. “We've got plenty of time. Do you want to go straight from here, or should I take you home first?”
Devon squirmed. “From here?”
Andy grinned and leaned in to kiss him. “Good answer.”
Devon grinned back at him.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking their coffees. Devon took the opportunity to look around. By the light of morning, Andy's apartment looked even more stark and drab. It felt almost too spacious, having so little furniture. Besides the couch, there was only a coffee table on which sat a couple of game controllers. No other cabinets or tables. No plants. Nothing on the walls except for the huge screen directly across from them. It all looked so lifeless and empty.
Not that Devon had much room to talk, considering how sparsely furnished his own apartment was. But the size of this space made it look so much worse.
