Page 11 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“Fuck! Yes! Ah!” Aaron growled loudly as he came, spurting his release over the tiles. He panted as he rested his forehead against the cool surface, the water beating down on his back. When his legs became stronger again, he unlocked his knees and stood tall, sticking his head under the water again.
If things had been tenuous before due to his attraction to Zaire, now he’d made his life ten thousand times more complicated. He’d have to hope he could have a conversation with Zaire without remembering what he’d stroked off to.
Sighing, he finished washing up and dried off, heading for his wardrobe. Aaron needed to be comfortable. So, he went with his usual outfit: well-worn blue jeans and an emerald green shirt with the top buttons undone. The first time he’d been at the club with Nora, he’d worn a suit and had regretted it the moment he’d arrived. This time, he was determined to be himself. As he told his boys so often, there was no point pretending to be something you’re not.
Sliding his wallet and phone into the pockets of his jeans, he headed to the kitchen and grabbed a coffee to go. He was driving because he’d have transport should he find someone to share the evening with. Picking up his keys, he locked the door behind him and strode to his car. He had no idea what the night would bring, but the worst would be a new friend within the community. No one could ask for more.
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Two hours later, Aaron wished he’d stayed at home. Cord was nice enough, and Aaron would be happy to spend time with him, but there were no boys available. All of them already had Daddies, and that was the problem Aaron found everywhere. Boys were hard to find.
“Is it always like this?” Aaron asked Cord when he returned with some beers.
“Like what?”
“More Daddies than boys? I know it was where I used to live, but I thought it was just there.”
“It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. Available boys come in on rare occasions, and when they do, they’re inundated with choices.” Cord sat back in his chair, lifting the beer to his mouth.
Aaron shook his head. “No wonder we can’t find anyone. We probably scare them all away.”
“There is that. Some of these guys have been single for years. It’s so difficult, but what can we do? We are who we are.”
Aaron had nothing to say to those whispered words because it was so true. He wiped a hand over his mouth and decided to go home.
“I’m going—” He stopped what he was saying when his gaze snagged on a couple of guys who had entered the bar. No one had come in for a while, so it got his attention.
Cord followed his gaze. “Fuck. I hope they’re boys,” he whispered reverently.
Inwardly, Aaron was praying, too, especially as one of them was wearing a gorgeous skin-tight emerald green catsuit. Until he saw who it was. Zaire.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, hoping he was wrong. If he was right, his life had become a walking disaster. Despite having had an idea Zaire was a boy, this could be the confirmation he needed that they were on the same page.
Zaire examined the whole room, seemingly taking in every person in the club, bypassing Aaron, then flicking back, eyes wide.
Aaron raised his eyebrows and cocked his head. “Excuse me a moment.”
“Don’t tell me you’re…”
He didn’t hear anymore because he’d walked over to Zaire. “Fancy seeing you here.” He watched Zaire swallow and lick his lips.
“Same could be said for you. I would’ve said you were stalking me had you not been in here first.” He gave a small smile, fidgeting with the belt hooks on his suit.
“You look amazing.” Aaron wasn’t going to deny the fact.
Crimson highlighted Zaire’s cheekbones. “Thank you.”
“Am I right in thinking you’re a boy? And you’re looking for a Daddy?” Aaron needed to know before he got his hopes up, even though he told himself to keep his hands off.
Zaire nodded, and when Aaron raised his eyebrows at him, cleared his throat and said, “Yes, I am. To both.”
The tension rose between them as they stayed silent with locked gazes until Zaire blinked away.
“Well, you have plenty of Daddies to choose from. Don’t be overwhelmed. Some of us have been waiting a long time to find someone.”
“I didn’t…You didn’t…You’re a Daddy?” Zaire couldn’t seem to figure out what he wanted to say.
Aaron nodded. “I am. Have been for many years.” He paused. “Can I buy you a drink to settle you before your first Daddy comes to visit?”
