Page 23 of Soothe Me, Daddy
The living room was surprisingly spotless, as it had been the previous weekend when he’d had a chance to study it before their date. Knowing Henley as he did, he would’ve immediately assumed he had a chaotic house, but the whole house was in a similar tidy condition. Henley took good care of his home, which Isaac appreciated.
“What would you like to watch?”
“Could we watch Drag Race?” Henley asked with a hopeful look on his face.
Inwardly cringing, Isaac agreed. He was never one for watching reality-style shows, preferring to watch documentaries instead, but if Henley enjoyed them, he would learn to live with it. Sometimes.
Isaac sat in the corner of the sofa and patted the seat next to him. Beaming, Henley snuggled up beside him, his head resting on his shoulder as his legs curled up underneath him. Isaac picked up the remote from the side table and switched the TV on, passing it to Henley for him to find his programme. As it started up, Isaac found himself drifting. His hand leisurely rubbed up and down Henley’s arm, and he repeatedly caressed Henley’s hair with his cheek.
Henley squirmed and wriggled increasingly as time went on, and Isaac could feel his erection pressing into his thigh. He didn’t think Henley was even aware of what he was doing, but Isaac knew he needed rest, not getting worked up.
They watched two episodes of the show before Isaac deemed it enough and switched it off. “Come on. Time for bed.”
Hope lit Henley’s eyes, and Isaac fought a smile. Henley wasn’t getting what he thought he was, and Isaac could imagine what response he would get when Henley figured it out.
“Head up and get ready for bed. I will switch everything off down here and grab us some drinks. I’ll be up in a moment.”
Henley nodded and climbed the stairs. Isaac wanted to give Henley some time to sort himself out, especially this first time, but it chafed a bit because he wanted to be the one to help him. There would be time for that, though. As he ascended the stairs carrying two glasses of water, he contemplated Henley’s reaction to the plan for them to sleep and only sleep.
When he entered Henley’s bedroom, Henley was stood in the middle of the room, appearing a little lost.
“Is everything okay?” Isaac asked as he placed the drinks on the bedside table.
“I…I’d…”
When Henley couldn’t finish, Isaac took a guess, “Would you like some help getting ready for bed?”
Henley nodded, biting his lip.
“I need your words, sweetheart.”
“Yes. Please.”
Isaac smiled. “What do you normally sleep in?”
“Just pyjama bottoms. Or boxers if it’s warm.”
“Alright. Those were clean on after your bath, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to sleep in those?”
“Okay.”
Isaac stepped towards Henley, and although Henley’s gaze was averted, Isaac knew he was aware of every movement Isaac made. When the hem of his t-shirt was within reach, Isaac lifted it slowly, following Henley’s arms as he lifted them until it was free. Glancing around, he saw the washing basket and threw it in. He teased the waistband of the pyjamas, feeling for underwear but not finding any. His pulse rocketed at the realisation Henley had been commando all night.
“Head to the bathroom to brush your teeth. I need to fetch something, and I’ll be right back.”
Henley ducked his head and shimmied past Isaac, disappearing through the door. After a minute, Isaac exited the room and hustled down the stairs and back up again after picking up the overnight bag he’d brought with him. He hadn’t been one hundred per cent certain he would use it, so hadn’t drawn attention to it, but knowing Henley was alright with how the evening was turning out, made him sure of his actions.
He shucked his jeans and briefs, pulling on some pyjama bottoms and grabbed his toiletry bag. He waited until he heard Henley open the bathroom door before leaving the bedroom.
“Good boy. I’m going to the bathroom, then I’ll be in.” Henley looked much younger when he had no jewellery or makeup on.
Henley didn’t reply but continued on to the room. Isaac hurried through his nightly routine and returned to the bedroom, finding Henley sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard.
“We’ve had a long week, haven’t we?” Isaac said, stepping towards the bed and Henley.
