Page 13 of Love Me, Daddy
He climbed the stairs with leaden feet, not wanting to see the proof of the emptiness of the house but needing to all the same. He headed towards the spare room, halting when a sound caught his attention. Spinning his head towards the bathroom, Loren paused, listening for more sounds. When another small noise sounded, Loren changed direction. He stood outside the bathroom door, hearing heavy breathing and movement inside.
Heart beating rapidly, his breathing increased as he connected what he heard with the images they could represent. He’d ignored hearing Nathan masturbate the previous day, but he was too close to leave now. Not in control of his movements at that point, Loren leaned forward. The sounds intensified, words becoming more distinguishable, shocking him with their content.
“Fuck, Daddy. Yes, that’s it. Harder, please, Daddy, harder!” Nathan’s voice was heavy with arousal, and Loren could imagine the expression of ecstasy on his face.
He leaned his forehead against the door, trying to curb his arousal, though, his cock was more than evident in his trousers. He pressed a palm against it, trying to ease the pressure, with the sounds of pleasure heightening on the other side of the door.
As he did, the door shifted and swung open, Loren just stopping himself falling inside.
His gaze landed on a vision that would forever be etched into his memory.
Nathan kneeled in the empty bath, naked, and fucking himself on a dildo.Loren’sdildo. The one which can be stuck to certain surfaces to give the user a better experience.
“Fuck,” he breathed, gaze locked with Nathan’s movements.
Nathan’s gaze flicked to his, his eyes widening then narrowing. Loren wondered why, until he heard it, “Yes, Daddy. Fuck, yes!” Nathan’s cry of release reverberated around the tiled room, and Loren wanted to hear the sound forever. He watched as Nathan’s release painted the bath and Nathan’s hand, which had been wrapped around his thick cock.
Once the sound died down, the only thing Loren could hear was their united breathing. Gaze locked with Nathan’s, Loren took a chance.
“Did I say you could come?” Silence greeted his words.
Loren backed out of the door until Nathan whispered, “Sorry, Daddy.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Loren let his Daddy personality take control. “Get dried and wait in your bedroom.” Loren left to retrieve the clothes he’d bought Nathan the previous day. And to calm down a little until he faced Nathan again. He noticed the top drawer of his chest was cracked open and understanding came. Loren nodded, the decision made, and headed to Nathan, this time with a different dynamic in mind for them.
Entering, he saw Nathan waiting in the room, towel around his waist, shuffling from foot to foot, vibrating with energy despite his recent release.
“Good boy.” He placed the bag on the bed, standing close to Nathan, but not near enough to touch. They needed to clear the air first. “Why were you in my room?” he demanded.
Turning wide eyes towards Loren, Nathan wrung his hands together. Loren stepped in front of him, reaching to hold his hands still. Nathan stared at him, licking his lips. “I…I spilt coffee on the top I was wearing, and I wasn’t sure where you had put my clothes. I didn’t think you’d mind if I got another one. When I saw…” Nathan trailed off, a beautiful blush suffusing his cheeks and neck. “I’m sorry. It was wrong. I’ll get dressed and leave.” Nathan tried to turn, but Loren gripped his hands tighter. Their gazes locked once more, a wealth of information being taken and received.
Loren squeezed Nathan’s hands, then let go. “Let’s get you dressed, shall we?” Loren reached for the bag, riffling through the contents and choosing a pair of grey joggers and a blue short-sleeved t-shirt with a cartoon character on them. “Would you like to choose your underwear?” He laid out several pairs of briefs in different colours, so Nathan could choose.
Nathan frowned at the clothes before smiling softly and biting his lip, a trait Loren would cure him of. Nobody bruised that lip but him—he hoped. He watched as Nathan reached his hands across the selection and picked up the orange pair, surprising Loren. He’d expected him to be a bit more subdued.
“Perfect.” Loren took the briefs from Nathan and crouched near his feet, so close to Nathan’s cock, he had to use all his restraint not to touch. “Rest your hands on my shoulders and lift your foot.” Nathan obeyed, and Loren pulled the briefs to Nathan’s shin. “Other leg.” Nathan replaced his left foot and lifted his right, repeating the process. As his foot found the floor once more, Loren slid the underwear up Nathan’s legs, discarding the towel and pulling the waistband over his ass and cock. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, Daddy,” was the soft reply.
Loren turned back to the chosen clothes, briefly closing his eyes with the pleasure strumming through him at those words. “Let’s do it again with your trousers, sweet boy.” They repeated their actions, this time, Loren slid his hands up along the outside of Nathan’s thighs, watching the goosebumps follow in his wake and feeling Nathan tremble. Loren swallowed and stood quickly, his arousal humming along his veins. “Arms up.” He pulled the t-shirt over Nathan’s head and arms. “There we go, sweet boy. Let’s get you some food.” Ignoring his arousal, Loren took Nathan’s hand and pulled him out of the room and towards the breakfast bar in the kitchen. “Sit.”
Loren didn’t think about what he did, other than to acknowledge he needed to show Nathan what he wanted, and this was the only way he knew of doing it. He needed Nathan to understand what Loren offered.
Bustling around the kitchen, trying to settle his nerves, Loren cut up some vegetables, throwing them in the tray with the chicken and placing it in the oven. After, he retrieved some fruit. He paused, momentarily, then pivoted towards a drawer. Pulling out a brand-new colouring book and crayons, he hesitated before sliding them across to Nathan. Not making eye contact, he turned back to making the dinner.
Loren knew what he wanted, but he needed to see what Nathan wanted, too. They had not talked yet; he didn’t know what Nathan wanted out of this. But Loren needed to get it all out in the open, which he would do as soon as they’d eaten. He pulled down a cup, filled it with milk and twisted around to place it next to Nathan.
He froze in place when he saw Nathan sat there, arms wrapped around the colouring book with tears running down his face.
Hurrying to round the counter, Loren put the cup down. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He sat on the seat next to Nathan, smoothing a hand along his back. He had no idea what he’d done wrong. Maybe Nathan wasn’t a boy who liked colouring. “I’m sorry if I—”
“No!” Nathan’s voice was wet with tears, and he audibly swallowed. “No. You don’t need to be sorry. I…I…” He cleared his throat. “I’ve never had anyone care for me the way you have while I’ve been here. I…I know some of what I want but finding someone who understands has never happened.”
“What do you want, Nathan?” Apparently, they were talking about this now rather than later.
“I want someone to help me look after myself. I want to be able to…” he indicated the colouring book with his chin, “do some colouring or read comics to relax and forget about things.” He rushed on, “I don’t want the nappies and toys…at least I don’t think so.” Nathan frowned. “I’m not sure about that.”
“You don’t have to know everything right now, Nate.” The nickname rolled off Loren’s tongue but sounded right. Seeing the grin on Nathan’s face as he lifted his chin, it appeared he liked the sound of it, too. “We can work it out as we go along. If you want to.” Loren hoped Nathan did.
