Page 21 of Soothed By Daddy
“For you? Anytime.”
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GEORGE
“You ready to go?”
Cyrus popped his head around the corner of my desk area. It had been a couple of weeks since our first trip to the park, and we’d fallen into a pattern of real friendship. Of course I’d been getting my milk from the tap, but we’d also been trading blowjobs because that’s what friends did. Grab a meal, get some milk, and blowjobs exchanged. Bro code.
“Yes. I. Am.” Each word was punctuated with the closing of something. My laptop. My reference book. My pen cap.
Myfriendlooked like a snack this evening. We were going out to dinner and then to the night market. He was freshly showered after work. With his hair slicked back, a slightly too-tight T-shirt, and jeans that hugged his round ass, my mind strayed once or twice from friendship, but no one needed to know where my mind wandered.
“Dinner first, okay?” Cyrus asked absently. He’d been helping me with my house and was now inspecting his own handiwork. We’d been working on making the kitchen morefunctional. The countertop was new soapstone, but the cabinets were secondhand that he’d found at an online architectural marketplace. We’d painted them, but a few drips had slipped past. A frown furrowed his brow, and he stared them down like criminals.
“Perfect, I’m starving. Did you know I know how to shop without supervision?”
“If that was true, I wouldn’t have to ask you if you have food, and you wouldn’t tell me you ‘forgot’ to buy some.” The air quotes Cyrus put around forgot were unnecessarily mean. He was still focused on the drips.
“It was one time. Also, my cabinets look fine.”
“It was only once this week, and it’s only Tuesday. No, they don’t. I’m not leaving it looking like shit.”
“Who do you think will be inspecting the inside of the kitchen cabinet door?”
In a few short weeks, my house was on the verge of looking like an actual home. The foyer had been finished with polished floors and new wallpaper. Cyrus had sanded and stained our front doors to match the others. Cyrus declared he cared more about my living space than the neighbors’ need to look at pretty yards, so he had focused all his energy on the house.
“If I know it’s there, I can’t ignore it. So I’ll fix it on Saturday.”
After inspecting all the other doors, he moved on to checking my sanding on the lumber he intended to use to make shelves. I was a tad nervous since I’d done it entirely on my own, albeit with his detailed, written instructions. His whistle through his teeth told me nothing.
“This looks perfect,” Cyrus pronounced. “Great job, baby.”
Pride puffed my chest at his praise. Even though we weren’t dating or a couple, the pet name he’d given me slipped from his lips easily. Whether he saw other people, I didn’t know because I hadn’t asked. He’d been so clear with his intentions that I refused to let myself consider anything else. He’d never, ever lied to me. I wasn’t willing to ask for one to make myself feel better about a relationship that didn’t exist.
“Thank you, I’m kinda sorta proud too.”
Cyrus ruffled my hair like a friendly older brother. Despite some of my Smashbook reads, he most definitely wasn’t in a brotherly category for me.
“Wanna make a detour through the park after dinner?”
“Really?” I jumped up from where I’d squatted to inspect the sanded lumber with him. “The park?”
“Yes, silly boy. But I need you to nurse before we go, or I’ll be leaking halfway through dinner.” Asking me twice wasn’t necessary because chestfeeding was always a yes for me. Despite the back and forth, our feeding sessions weren’t transactional.
Like today, I would probably feed, and then we would go on with our day. But it was still intimate, and it was still important, and it still made me feel like there was somebody in the world who wanted to take care of me.
I knew Cyrus wasn’t my Daddy. He had made that perfectly clear. But when I was pulling milk from him and he ran his fingers through my hair while he whispered what a good boy I was for draining him, it was hard to remember that. When Cyrus fixed things around my house, and also explained why my waterwas leaking in the bathroom then added in letting me choose tiles and paint colors, plus showed me how to properly paint? It was even more difficult.
Sometimes maybe he forgot too because he’d call me and ask if I needed anything brought home for dinner, and it had reached the point where we saw each other more times than we didn’t. I refused to ask if he was seeing anyone else—well, he wasn’t really seeing me at all—but if he was bringing someone home, I hadn’t noticed.
Most evenings, we ended up in the same place—usually his apartment, but occasionally my house now that I’d gotten it into a more livable state. He’d suckle me, we’d exchange blowjobs, and then he or I would stumble home to bed. It didn’t leave a lot of time for extracurricular activities—and by activities, I meant someone who wasn’t me.
“Hey, dino boy, where did you go? I kinda lost you there.” Cyrus looked at me with concern. It was sweet. “Are you okay?”
“Silly, of course I’m okay. I was thinking about something, got distracted, and then I forgot to answer you. What was your question?”
“I didn’t really have a question. Do you not want to chestfeed today?” Cyrus looked like he was concerned for me. He checked my forehead and then my hands to see if they were clammy, I guess.
