Page 38 of Shotgun Daddy
Time was slipping away, and he didn’t know which path to take…
Chapter 17
Reece
“Argh, why does life have to be so complicated…” Reece grumbled as he paced up and down the living room of Faustino’s suite, his bare feet pitter-pattering across the cool hardwood floor.
The air carried a faint trace of Faustino’s cologne… woodsy, spiced, a scent that clung to his skin from their time together. Reece had tried to sit, to sink into the couch and quiet his mind, but his thoughts whirred like a storm, replaying the day’s drama in relentless loops… the audition’s triumph, the gunshot terror, his furious vow to leave Faustino forever.
This isn’t right.
None of this makes sense.
I’m just a Little who wants to be an actor…
Reece sighed and felt himself smiling in disbelief that his life was more like a movie with each passing day.
Reece stopped by the window, pressing his palms against the cold glass, and stared out at the rain-slicked streets below. The city lights blurred into smears of gold, red, and green, distortedthrough the drizzle that hadn’t let up since Owen dropped him off.
Part of Reece knew the smarter, easier path was to stick to his words, walk away from Faustino, and never look back.
He could picture it… a life free of bullets whizzing past his head, no more hiding in hotel suites or jumping at shadows, just him and his acting dreams, rebuilt step by steady step. No more chaos, no more fear of losing everything he’d worked for to the violent tide of his world. It was logical, safe, a clean slate he could etch with his own story, untainted by the Fendi name.
But then there was the other part, softer, deeper, a stubborn ache that refused to be silenced. He’d caught real feelings for Faustino. Messy, overwhelming, rooted in every gentle touch and fierce promise he’d given him – but they were real feelings, Reece knew they were beyond any doubt. He thought of the rooftop picnic, Faustino’s silly dragon roars as he played with Squirt, the way his arms had wrapped around him in the lobby, shielding him from the world.
Faustino was his Daddy, his protector, the man who’d seen his Little side and loved it without hesitation.
Leaving Faustino meant ripping out a piece of his heart, abandoning the warmth he’d found in his stormy presence. The push and pull tore at Reece, a tug-of-war between safety and love, logic and longing, and it left Reece restless, trapped in a spiral he couldn’t unravel.
Frustrated, Reece huffed and puffed, raking his hands through his tangled hair, the strands still damp from the rain he’d dashed through earlier. His skin felt sticky, his clothes clunguncomfortably, a physical echo of the mental weight he couldn’t shed.
Reece needed to clear his head, wash away the day’s grime and the tangle of his own thoughts.
“I wish I wasn’t here,” Reece said, looking around at his surroundings. “But Faustino’s shower is a lot nicer than mine, so…”
He grabbed his bag from the couch, digging out a fresh t-shirt and a pair of briefs, the fabric cool against his fingers, and padded down the hall to the bathroom.
Reece wasted little time in stripping down and turning the shower on. He twisted the knob, steam curling up as the water hissed to life, fogging the mirror in gentle waves. Stepping in, Reece let the heat pound against his shoulders, the spray a soothing roar that drowned out the city and his whirring mind.
But Reece’s hopes for a hot solo shower were soon disturbed by the last person that Reece wanted to see…
“Daddy, I mean, Faustino, what are you doing here?” Reece asked, turning around in the shower to see Faustino standing at the doorway, a look of darkness on his face.
“I needed to see you. At least one final time,” Faustino said, still standing in the doorway.
Reece didn’t know whether to tell Faustino to get the hell out or jump in the shower with him. Part of him was angry that Faustino had gone against his wishes and shown up despite him telling him not to.
But on the other hand, Reece couldn’t deny that his body was suddenly alive to the sight of his Fendi Daddy…
He’s so…
But I’m so…
Argh. I can’t, can I…
Reece bit his bottom lip and traced his fingers over his nipples before moving his hands slowly but surely down toward his pubic hair and beyond. All the while, Faustino simply stood and watched him, evidently waiting for permission to act.
“Daddy…” Reece whimpered, wanking his suddenly hard cock provocatively and stepping back to the rear of the walk-in shower to make room to accommodate Faustino. “I want you. I know we shouldn’t. I know what I said. But… I need you.”
