Page 20 of Spoil Me, Daddy
Aaron came to sit next to him, resting one knee on the sofa, the other braced on the floor as his hand squeezed Zaire’s knee.
“There were so many arguments between Mum and Dad,” he continued quietly, his mind rolling the films of the past. “So many nights I went to bed crying because I could hear the slurs Dad had shouted about me. So, I began to change. I would only wear the clothes when I was out of sight. I’d wear boring clothes but stop at a friend’s house to change. At least, until Mum yelled at me one day for forgetting who I was, for not being true to myself. It was at that point she must have reached her limit.” Zaire pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees.
“What happened?”
“She kicked Dad out, telling him if he couldn’t accept who his son was, he shouldn’t be a father,” he whispered. “I tried to be the person who they both wanted me to be.”
Aaron slid his hand around Zaire’s shoulders, pulling him into his body.
Voice hoarse, he forced himself to finish, “Ze blamed me for breaking up our parents’ marriage, and thus the second bout of silent treatment began. Car and Mum sided with me, but Dad and Zena…” Zaire shrugged. “I see Mum all the time. Car, I don’t see as much because he works abroad, but we’re always on the phone.”
“Car?”
Zaire chuckled, his spirits lifting a bit. “He hated our names were similar, so he started going by Car instead of Zacary.”
They were silent as Aaron held Zaire tight, his cheek rubbing against the top of Zaire’s head.
“I need a drink,” Zaire said suddenly, sitting up out of Aaron’s embrace, feeling the loss immediately. He strode to the kitchen, ready to find a beer.
“Sit down. Let me make us something,” Aaron said, guiding Zaire to the chair he’d occupied earlier that day. “You’ve been on your feet for a while. Tell me where everything is to make hot chocolate.”
“I had been thinking of something stronger,” Zaire said.
“I know, but you don’t need it. You need something warm.”
Nodding slowly, Zaire watched as Aaron pottered around the kitchen as if he lived there. It was a fantastic feeling, and he felt his muscles begin to unwind. He rested his head on his fist and studied the sinewy muscles and strips of skin that were exposed as Aaron moved. There were never any hesitant movements, all certain and steady, going a long way to helping Zaire believe Aaron knew what he needed.
Of course, he did. He was a Daddy. He was Zaire’s Daddy, and Zaire needed to start believing in him.
Aaron brought the steaming, calorie-filled drinks over to the table and, with a flourish, placed a marshmallow mountain in front of Zaire. Zaire grinned at the display and, after Aaron produced a spoon, dipped right in to taste the gooey mess.
When he’d finished with the spoon, he cupped one hand around the mug, closing his eyes at the warmth soaking into his palm and held his other hand out to Aaron, who quickly threaded their fingers together, rubbing his thumb up and down his skin.
“Your mother was right,” Aaron began softly. “You don’t need to be anyone but yourself. Even more so when it’s just me around. I’d love to see what you’re capable of when you allow yourself to be true to your inner self.”
Zaire said nothing but thought hard about Aaron’s words. He’d been dividing himself for so long now, he wasn’t sure if he could stop. He didn’t know how.
“Do you have a TV in your bedroom?” Aaron asked, disrupting his thoughts.
Zaire nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay. Now we’ve finished our drinks, let’s get you ready for bed. I can see you’re tired. We can watch a film before you sleep.” Aaron picked up their mugs and set about washing and drying them and the other items he’d used, then held out a hand to Zaire. “Show me the way?”
Zaire said nothing, wanting nothing more than to wrap himself around Aaron and gain a release his cock suddenly needed badly.
When they entered his bedroom, Aaron overtook him and tugged him towards the en-suite, which could be seen from the bedroom door. He motioned for Zaire to sit on the closed toilet seat and opened the cupboards until he found Zaire’s makeup remover and cotton wool. As Aaron wet the fabric and began wiping Zaire’s forehead, Zaire swallowed hard and closed his eyes against tears. No one had ever done this for him.
Unsure of how much time had passed as Aaron removed his neutral makeup covering, Zaire remained relaxed and sleepy.
“There. All done. Let’s get your jewellery off, now.” Aaron, again, helped by removing the one necklace Zaire had allowed under his jumper and his wristwatch. “Do you want a shower before you go to bed? I would normally say you should, but today it’s your choice.”
“I’d like to leave it for tonight if that’s okay?” Zaire’s voice was hesitant, not wanting to upset Aaron.
“It’s okay for tonight. You’ve been through a lot today.” Aaron led him back into his bedroom, stopping at the drawers. “Do you wear pyjamas?”
Zaire shook his head. “My boxers.”
“Alright.”
