Page 53 of Beau Pair
Beau
Gordon comes down after tucking Elsie in bed, dressed in his silk dark blue pajamas that would look dated and tacky on anyone else, but he has a way of wearing them that makes him look irresistible.
Andlook like a porn star walking on the set of a daddy-stepson porn shoot.
But mainly irresistible.
“All out?” I ask while readjusting my bits as he takes a seat next to me, so my erection doesn’t hurt when it comes full swing.
“Like a light. I think that little fall took it all out of her,” he says, and gives me a kiss. “Have you picked a movie?” he asks.
“I’m torn between two, so you can decide while I go make the popcorn,” I tell him, and give him the remote control.
I walk over to the screen and point at the two films I’m considering, and he narrows his eyes.
“What? Have you seen them both?”
He shakes his head.
“You don’t like my choices? I thought you liked action films.”
That’s still not it.
“What if…” he says, but he never actually vocalizes his opinion.
I cross my arms and stare at him with fake irritation until he succumbs.
“What if we watch a TV show,” he says.
A TV show? Why would that be a big deal? I love watching TV shows, but I don’t manage to stick with a lot of them.
“Then we’d have to find something that’s worthwhile. And something that didn’t get canceled. I can’t stand cliffhangers. And maybe something without a hundred seasons. The writing gets tiresome after the first few years,” I tell him.
Gordon smiles and opens his arms to invite me in his lap. I’m a sucker for the “Sonnie, come to Daddy” vibes he’s giving me, so, of course, I walk over and sit on him.
“I’m willing to watch a few duds if it means we find a show we both… love,” he says.
I smile and kiss the tip of his nose. He closes his eyes and hums as if it’s the most orgasmic thing he’s ever experienced.
“Maybe we can find something new and untested. So we can get invested in it in real-time. Anticipate the next season together, and then complain when the next season comes out and doesn’t meet our shared expectations,” I suggest.
“New and untested sounds… fun,” he says, and plants a kiss on my right cheekbone. It’s a delicate brush of his lips, but boy does it make my back arch and take pleasure.
“And if we don’t like it, we can be honest with each other so we don’t have to stick with it out of a sense of duty,” I say.
“Ah-huh,” he agrees.
“And even if we have to dump it because it sucks, we can find something different to watch until we get a show that… sticks.”
“I’m willing to watch a hundred first episodes with you,” he says, and kisses my other cheekbone.
And I’m not sure we’re still talking about our binge-watching choice for tonight.
I have to say I like this Gordon. The one not entirely obsessed with sex. Not that I’m not obsessed with sexing him up every chance we get.
But this sweeter, cuter Gordon, paired with the same one that asked me out on a date?
I’m starting to think maybe I’m not just a conquest. Maybe he wants more from me. And I like that a lot. Because I want more of him too. More of his smiles. More of his kisses. More of his cuddles. And yeah, more of his dick and ass. Shoot me.
