Page 56 of A Different Form of Oxygen
Thirty-one
Gavin
I season the fish and veggies before shoving the pan in the oven. I don’t start it yet, just in case I end up getting delayed by other things. It won’t hurt to let it soak in the marinade for a while longer. Wondering if Ben is still in the shower, I walk toward the bathroom, nearing the loud, running water. Maybe I can join him after all. My footsteps come to a halt when my eyes land on Ben’s hand moving around his hardened cock through the glass shower door. The condensation forming on the glass keeps me from having a clear view and I have the sudden need to shove it open for a better glance of my beautiful boy being naughty and going against my orders.
“Looks like someone’s being a naughty boy, disobeying Papi Gavin, and needs to be taught a lesson. We are at strike three,” I say before pulling open the shower causing Ben’s hand to fall to his side.
“Sorry, Papi; it just felt so good.” The smirk on his face tells me he wasn’t sorry at all. I pull off my clothes, letting them fall to the ground around me. I’m closed in by the mist of the heated shower when I step in behind Ben. The droplets of water falling down his chest, have me tracing them with my fingers, all the way down to his belly button. I follow the dark happy trail leading me to his engorged cock. Gripping my fingers around his soft velvety skin, I slide them up and down, watching Ben restrain himself from rocking his body back and forth into my hand. He is beautiful this way, trying his best to obey me, fighting the urge to disobey.
“What did I tell you about this cock?”
He tugs his lower lip between his teeth, eyes heavy with arousal. “That it belongs to you, Papi.”
“That’s right, but yet you keep forgetting.”
“I’m sorry, Papi. I’ll try not to disobey you again.”
I had a really hard time believing him. “I think it’s time you are taught a lesson.”
“Yes, Papi. I’ve been naughty and need to be taught a lesson. I need you to teach me to be better.”
He releases a whine in disappointment when I release my hand’s grip from his straining cock. “Please, Papi. I need you to keep touching me. I need to cum.”
I shake my head. “Only good boys are allowed to come. You have not been a good boy.”
He pouts, and the water flattens his hair, making him appear more adorable. I hate saying no to him, but it’s the only way he’ll learn. I can’t let my weakness get in the way of that, and my weakness is him. The way his forehead wrinkles when he pouts, the way those puffy pink lips bunch up when he doesn’t get his way, making me want to claim them with mine. I step further into the water, letting it run over me. Squirting the shampoo in the palm of my hand, I rub suds into his hair before washing my own. A white clean washcloth rests over the railing and I tug it free to run it over his quivering body.
“Please, Papi. I need you.”
“I’m right here, beautiful boy,” I say softly into his ear, and then press soft kisses into his neck.
He shakes his head, beads of water releasing from his hair. “No, I need you. I’m ready for you to be inside of me. I need to come.”
I press a kiss into the wet skin of his forehead. “Tomorrow. Until then, no touching yourself.”
I slide open the shower door and step out, chest tightening at his small whimpers. I didn’t need to pull the shower door back open to see his deepened frown. It’s etched into my mind the whole time I dry off and pull clean clothes on, smelling of strong detergent instead of fish and lake water. Ben steps out of the shower and I wrap a large fluffy white towel around his shivering body, holding him in my arms, rubbing small circles into his back before taking my time drying off each part of his body. I lead him to the room, sitting him on the bed. “Wait right here for me while I go turn on the oven, I didn’t want the food to burn earlier. When I come back, I’ll help you get dressed.” He tilts his head to the side as I pull out a pair of his flannel pajama pants and his favorite sleep shirt and set them on the bed beside him. Before he can argue against it, I shake my head. “Don’t bother arguing. At least when I get back you should be completely dry.”
Hurrying to the kitchen, I turn on the oven and walk back to the room. Ben is still in the same spot, sitting with the towel now draped over his legs and his hands folded in his lap. I lift his pants, bending down on the floor. “Lift your feet for me, Angel.”
“I’m capable of dressing myself, you know.”
“I’m well aware,” I say, slipping each leg into the soft flannel before dragging the remaining material up his tanned thighs, teasing his skin on the way up with my fingers. His thigh muscles tighten against the fabric and lifts his bottom allowing me to pull up the remainder of his pants. I reach for the thinning old t-shirt that reads, “Don’t be a prick,” followed by a few cacti scattered below the words. I smile each time I read it. I pull the soft worn material over his head, earning a soft humming sound from him. Before pulling away, I press a gentle kiss to his forehead.
“Thank you, Papi. I didn’t realize how much I needed that.” There’s a serene look on his face, and his body appears completely relaxed as he stretches out against the mattress.
I smile, offering him my hand. He takes it without hesitation, and we walk side by side into the small, quaint kitchen. He stops at the table, pulling out a chair, about to take a seat. I stare at the time, resting my body against the counter. “It will be a bit before the food is ready. Come over here and wait with me.”
He smiles, quickly shoving the chair back under the table. “Okay, Papi. Are we going to stare at the oven together while we wait? Is it some form of magic you do to get the food to cook faster?”
I shake my head, smirking. “Don’t be a brat and just come here.”
I open my arms and he stands in between them, resting his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around me. Resting my hands on his hips, I press a kiss into his damp hair. With quick movements, he lifts his face and captures my lips with his. My tongue slides between his, and he moans into my mouth. I can’t help but tease his body with my hands. It always sends a rush of pleasure through me when I feel his body vibrate against mine. Desperation takes over when he rocks his hips forward, rubbing his hard cock against mine after I slip my hand inside his pants. I tease in between his cheeks with my fingers, never touching his hole. “Please,” he begs. He shudders when I flick my tongue over the tip of his ear. “Not yet, Angel. Show me how patient you can be for me.”
“I can’t,” He says, in a needy tone when I slide my fingers further between his cheeks, lightly grazing his quivering hole.
“You can, I know you can.” We stay like this for what seems like forever, and I bask in the sounds and movements Ben makes from my kisses and touches. Biting his lower lip, he shakes his head against mine, panting. Loud beeping sounds coming from the oven timer have me releasing Ben from my hold. “The food is ready. Go sit down at the table, Angel.”
He nods. “Yes, Papi. You aren’t very nice for teasing me.”
