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Hardin sucked on his teeth. “That’s true, but if they’re in here, and we secure the door somehow. I’m pretty sure they’ll be safe,” he said. “Only if you want to bring them in and show me.”

It was nice to have engage, even if that’s all this was, just a way to pass time. “You want a show and tell?”

“Only if you want to show and tell.”

Before he could change his mind, or the topic of conversation. I bum shuffled out of the fort, trying my best not to make any sudden jerk motions and have the hot cocoa spill. I dashed and slipped across the floor all the way to the bedroom. The door was shut and the teddies were all propped up on the bed, waiting for me to get back to them. The dog was close on my heels, trying his best to see what I was running for. I should’ve learned by now how dogs fed off energy and I was very excited.

Hardin had brought my comics into the fort. He had the correct book to start with this time. It put me on edge to see, even if I’d told myself that I was going to re-read them to better prepare myself for the upcoming book I was yet to write.

“You’ve got a nice art style,” he said.

My stomach in knots at his words. Compliments were nice, but during this period of imposter syndrome, they made me a little sick. “The teddies,” I said, going back to what really mattered. “These are just some of the ones I have. I do have more back in New York. Oh, actually. I can show you on my phone.” I pulled my phone out of the pocket in my onesie. There wasn’t a lot of battery left on it. “Some of them are actual merch teddies, and others are teddies that inspired the ones in the book.”

He reached out to the largest teddy, stroking its leg. “Well, I’m looking forward to seeing these cowboy teddies,” he said. “Unless that’s still a spoiler. But still, a cowboy teddy. If you hadn’t written one before meeting me, I would have hoped there was some inspiration there from me.”

“You make it sound like you’re the first and only cowboy to ever exist.”

“If I’m reading this the way I’m hoping it’s supposed to be read, then yeah, I should be your first and only cowboy.” He winked at me. That was a definitely wink. I wasn’t imagining things this time. That was a full dry-gulp echoing wink.

“I’m just a little,” I said, pushing out my bottom lip like a professional. “You’ll have to tell me what I’m missing.”

He placed his hand on my leg. “I’d love to play,” he said. “But only if this is something you want. I’ll respect your boundaries if it’s not.”

“Ah.” A single syllable.

“I’m gonna wait for an answer,” he said, and as he tried to take his hand back, I snatched it and pulled it to my chest. His hand flush against my skin, I hoped he could feel the intense beating of my heart, unless it really had lodged itself in my throat like it felt. “Well, then. If that’s the case.”

“Yes,” I said.

“You gotta be careful, kid. You almost knocked the drinks over,” he said. “And I don’t this would be a nice place to seek shelter in the storm if it was all wet.”

He giggled. “I’m careful. I’m not gonna spill it.” But I was wrong.

After showing off my teddies to Hardin, who was my unofficial Daddy playmate. He greeted each of them with a handshake, or as much of their plush paw he could fit between two fingers to shake. It was after that, when I’d sat the teddies in the far side of the fort that I went to drink the now lukewarm cocoa and spilled it all the way down the front of my onesie.

“I saw that coming,” he said, reaching out, he wiped the whipped cream from around my mouth with a thumb. “Best get that thing off.” He licked the cream from his thumb. “I’ll let you put this on.” He was already undressing out of his flannel shirt.

“It wasn’t completely my fault,” I said. It was all me, I had nobody else to blame. “It was—”

“You only got it on yourself,” he said. “Put this on.” Under his shirt, he wore a tight white tank top, it put his hairy chest and large muscles on full show. Henry Cavill finally had some competition. I couldn’t help be stare at his nipples through the shirt. “My eyes are up here.”

I only had a t-shirt and underwear on, and I felt like I needed to hide myself as I undressed. It wasn’t like he wasn’t seeing anything he’d already got a view of yesterday in the bathroom. “I’m not even looking there,” I said, unable to break eye contact with his chest. It was like a pillow, and the space between his pecs was the perfect place for me to rest my little head.

He threw the shirt over my head. “You want to share some of my drink?”

In my defense, the whipped cream had thrown off the placement of my mouth. “Only if you insist.” I inhaled the sweet smell of his body on the shirt. “I still have some in my cup.”

“Yeah, you do, assuming you’re not going to throw them all over me next to get me undressed,” he said. “It would be a very devilish way of you getting me out of my clothes.”

Now my head was filling with idea. “You offered me your shirt.” It was oversized, almost a blanket over me in its own right. “My legs are a bit cold too.” I sat with the balled up onesie between them.

“Let me take a look at them,” he said, reaching for my knee. His warm hand stroked slightly toward my thigh.

My cock reacted to his touch immediately. There was no way I was removing the onesie right now. It was the only thing keeping me from showing how tight and restrictive these tiny briefs were. They were no conducive to the type of erection he was giving me.

“As long as it’s ok to see,” he said, rubbing his thumb on my knee.

Sucking in, I squished the onesie deeper into my crotch and against my cock. It was a nice feeling to have that pressure against me. “It’s more of an ache. Just a little bruising.”

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