Page 21 of Spoil Me, Daddy
Aaron turned to him and slid his hands to the hem of Zaire’s jumper, pulling it up over his head and dropping it to the floor beside them. He went to his knees. Zaire gasped at the sight of Aaron kneeling before him, and despite knowing nothing would happen tonight, Zaire’s cock had other ideas. Aaron reached for the button on his jeans and undid them, tugging them down his legs. He removed Zaire’s shoes, jeans and socks before standing once more.
“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. Let’s get you into bed so you can relax.”
Aaron wandered to the bed, lifting the cover for Zaire to climb in and tucked it back around him. He reached for the remote, which was on the bedside table, walked around to the other side of the bed and, after kicking off his shoes, sat on top of the covers with his back against the headboard.
Zaire had no interest in watching anything, but his gaze remained on the film, though he had no idea what it was. He was focused on being so close to Aaron in his bedroom—in his bed—and not having the energy or inclination to do anything about it.
Laid as he was, with his head on his pillow facing Aaron, he could see whenever Aaron shifted position, and he found it reassuring. Aaron’s hand came to Zaire’s hair and stroked the tips of his fingers through the strands, encouraging Zaire to close his eyes.
“I’m going to let you get some sleep, sweetheart,” Aaron whispered from above him.
“Please?”
“What do you want, Zaire?”
“Stay until I fall asleep?” he mumbled, already halfway there.
The hand resumed its movements, and Zaire drifted off.
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Zaire blinked open his eyes, his eyelids repeatedly closing as he slowly roused from his sleep the following morning. As he lay there, he felt a deep boneless relaxation from which he could probably fall back to sleep again, but he wanted to bask in the feeling. Never before had anyone soothed him as he fell asleep or taken care of him as well as Aaron had the previous night. Even Zaire himself didn’t take good care, though he wouldn’t tell Aaron.
The covers rolled with him as he turned to his back and rubbed his eyes free of sleep. He dropped his arms heavily to the bed and stared at the ceiling, a smile curving his mouth as he remembered everything that had happened. It had been an amazing day. Even though he wasn’t a fan of bowling, he’d had fun, and maybe he could persuade Aaron to try rock climbing next time.
A knock at the door had him frowning. Preparing to ignore it, he grumbled when it sounded again, so he got out of bed, pulled on some joggers and stumbled down the stairs. Seeing his reflection in the mirror by the front door had him rolling his eyes: his hair was stuck up all over the place, and he had creases on the side of his face from the pillows. Whoever was at the door would have to put up with how he looked because he didn’t care.
Another knock had Zaire flinging the door open ready to curse the visitor for being impatient, but the words died on his tongue when a gorgeous headteacher smiled at him and held out a bakery carrier bag.
“Peace offering.”
Zaire frowned. “Why do you need a peace offering?”
“In case I woke you up.” Aaron grinned at him, and Zaire practically melted at the sight.
Aaron entered, kissing Zaire on the creased cheek and continued through to the kitchen. When Zaire followed, yawning, Aaron passed him a takeaway cup and said, “Why don’t you head up for a shower and put something comfortable on. I’ll make you some breakfast for when you’re finished.”
Zaire stared at him for a moment, saying nothing, then he put his cup on the table and walked over to Aaron. “Please, Daddy. Could I have a hug?”
Aaron’s face softened, and he graced Zaire with a smile. “Of course, you can.” Aaron wrapped his arms around Zaire’s back and held him close, rubbing his hand up and down his back and resting his cheek against Zaire’s head. Zaire turned his face into Aaron’s neck and inhaled, closing his arms around Aaron’s waist. Every muscle that had tensed when he’d risen from bed loosened once more, and he returned to his blissful state. What was it about Aaron that was so peaceful?
“Are you okay, Zaire?”
Zaire nodded into his shoulder, holding tighter for a moment before letting go. “Thank you for yesterday. And today.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I will be taking care of you a lot more now. It will give you a chance to breathe.” Aaron pecked a kiss on his lips.
“Will you…” Zaire stopped, not sure if he should be asking for this so soon into their relationship. “Never mind.”
“No. It sounds important. Will I what?” Aaron gripped his hands loosely, rubbing his thumb across the back in a soothing gesture.
Zaire ducked his head, second-guessing his words but knowing Aaron wouldn’t let it go. Why Zaire was so subdued and quiet when Aaron was around, Zaire had no idea. The thought had him straightening his posture and looking Aaron in the eye. “Will you help me? Shower, I mean.”
For a moment, there was no change of expression on Aaron’s face as his eyes roamed Zaire’s features until the corner of his mouth lifted. “I’d love to.”
Zaire rolled his lips inwards, trying to hide the joy he felt at being granted this wish, but he didn’t think he was successful.
“Let’s take our drinks with us so they don’t get cold. We can drink them before we get in.”
