Page 46 of Spoil Me, Daddy
When they arrived at Aaron’s house, he helped Zaire out of the car and held open the door for him. Helping him out of his coat and shoes, Aaron grasped his hand and led him up the stairs to the bedroom. Letting his eyes do the talking, Aaron stripped Zaire and himself, walked him to the bathroom and switched on the water. As he let it warm, he cupped Zaire’s jaw, pressing little kisses from his forehead, down his nose and to his lips before sipping from his full lips. Once Zaire had relaxed into him, he pulled Zaire back into the shower and proceeded to wash every inch of his body, paying special attention to thehardto reach places.
Zaire’s whimpers were music to his ears, and Aaron dropped to his knees. Taking Zaire’s cock in his hand, Aaron aimed it towards his mouth and sucked the head.
“Oh my god!” Zaire’s hand came to the back of Aaron’s head, resting against it.
Aaron rubbed his tongue along the underside and around, seeking any precome he could find. He lowered his head, taking the shaft further into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to create suction as he bobbed up and down. The hand against his head gripped tighter as Aaron’s ministrations became more focused on getting Zaire off rather than soothing him.
“Daddy!” Zaire called as his body tensed, and he shot his release down Aaron’s throat.
The blowjob had been quick and dirty, but the aim was to help Zaire relax, which Aaron believed he had managed because when he stood, Zaire rested back against him like a wet noodle. Aaron proceeded to wash Zaire’s cock once more, switched the shower off and dried him before picking him up and carrying him to the bed where he laid him down.
Zaire’s eyes were closed, but Aaron knew he wasn’t asleep. “I’ll be back in a minute, sweet boy.”
The whimper Zaire made when Aaron stepped away made him want to wrap himself around Zaire in the bed, but he had other plans. He grabbed some joggers from his bag and slid them on, ignoring his half-hard cock and stepped to the drawer of underwear and gorgeous things Zaire—and Aaron—loved so much. He picked out a silk vest and shorts combo and Zaire’s favourite robe before stalking back to the bed. Zaire was lying on his back, but his breathing was more even than it had been.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” he whispered. He pressed his hand gently against the bed next to Zaire’s ankle, advertising where exactly he was so he didn’t make Zaire jump and moved his hand to Zaire’s shin. “I’m going to help you get dressed now.”
The shorts were hooked over Zaire’s feet and skimmed up his legs with minimum movement required from Zaire, but Aaron needed him to lift his hips. Zaire mumbled something which Aaron didn’t catch but lifted, and Aaron slid them into place, running his hand across the front of them—and Zaire’s spent cock.
“Let’s sit you up, now.” Aaron’s slipped one arm underneath Zaire’s back, helping him to a sitting position. Zaire’s eyes were open but unfocused, the kind of look you get when you want to go to sleep but have to wake up. “Lift your arms.” Zaire followed Aaron’s instructions slowly. The vest was settled into place, and Aaron crouched in front of him. “We’ll put your robe on, and you can go and play for a bit while I make dinner. How does that sound?”
Zaire gave a dozy smile and nodded. “Great, Daddy.”
When Aaron had settled Zaire in the living room with his Postman Pat toys and cars, he hesitated by the door to the kitchen, looking back at the boy who had changed everything. In such a short time, Zaire had become everything to him. He didn’t want this to be a short-term relationship. He was in it for the long-haul, and his need to keep Zaire safe was growing by the second, especially with what happened with Simon that day.
As Zaire sped the cars around the toy town, Aaron’s mind was on their next steps—hisnext steps. Unless he could get more evidence of Simon’s discrimination, there was nothing he could do about him without a possible lawsuit being drawn up against him. And Aaron knew he would get hammered in that situation because he had no proof of Simon’s wrongdoings. He would take care of Zaire tonight, and they would have a discussion in the morning about the plans going forward. He would have to brace himself for Simon’s behaviour to devolve more before he could do anything about it.
Zaire glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Aaron, and his heart soared. There was not much he could do about his need to look after Zaire—he was head over heels in love with him.
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Chapter 17
Zaire
After Aaron had tucked them into bed the night before and wrapped his arms around him, Zaire had lost himself to the oblivion of sleep. His weekend had, once again, been wonderful. Zaire hadn’t a care in the world while Aaron had been looking after him. He played with his cars until dinner, which had been homemade macaroni cheese—his favourite—and they settled onto the sofa to watch Top Cat, while Aaron had read. When it had been bedtime, Aaron had led him up the stairs, kissed him hungrily and covered him before sliding in behind him. Zaire had never felt so relaxed, pampered and safe as he had at that moment.
When he woke that morning and realised it was Monday, he worried. He would be visiting a different school that day as his contract with Aaron’s school had finished. He was trying to decide whether to continue becoming who he wanted to or stay as he had been for years. He stared at his toast as he chewed what was in his mouth. Aaron finished making his own breakfast and came to sit next to him.
“Are you okay, Zaire?” his Daddy asked.
Zaire took note of his emotions and answered, “I’m nervous. I’m going back and forth about what to wear.” He rushed on when Aaron opened his mouth to say something, “I don’t want Simon to win by changing who I am, but it’s so easy to push myself back in the box, Daddy,” he whispered.
“I know, sweetheart. I know. I will support you however you want to do this, but I don’t want Simon to dull your shine. And Friday? You shone so brightly because you were true to yourself.” Aaron covered his hand with his own and squeezed. “I will support you no matter what you decide to do.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Finish your breakfast, then we can make all the difficult decisions, alright?”
Zaire nodded because he’d taken a bite of toast. Aaron grinned at him and dug into his food.
Several minutes later, he stood in the centre of his bedroom, wringing his hands in indecision. Aaron stood in front of him, waiting for the answer to his question of what he was going to wear.
“I…”
Aaron rubbed his hands on Zaire’s shoulders, calming him. “Whatever you decide,” he reminded.
Zaire filled his lungs and blurted, “I want to wearmyclothes, not my work clothes.”
