Page 64 of Like the Season
“Because it wasn’t really for work. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the full truth.”
Caleb softly swore. “Sir, why did you do that? Why didn’t you take me with you?”
“Because Ineededto do it.” He hated that his voice choked up. “I needed to tell her off because Helen can’t. I owed Helen at least that much.”
“Sir, Ella doesn’t blame you.”
“Anymore.”
Another sad sigh. “Anymore. You’re her dad, and she loves you. We can’t go back in time and fix what happened.”
“That’s why I needed to do this now. I needed it…purged.”
“And do you feel better?”
He stared out the windows. “Not really better. But I feel like I can walk past it now. That’s all I can ask.”
“What time will you be home, do you think?”
“I don’t know for sure. You don’t have to wait up for me.”
But when Boyd pulled into the driveway a little after eleven that night, he spotted the telltale glow of the TV through the living room windows, around the edges of the blinds. And when he walked in, he found Caleb, naked except for his collar and cuffs, sitting on the couch and watching a movie.
Only two weeks since Ella had moved into an apartment in the same complex where Caleb’s had been, and it was still weird trying to get used to the fact that they could once again be naked whenever and however they wanted.
Except he missed Ella being right there, and Lily.
At least they were only a fifteen-minute drive away.
Without speaking, Boyd walked over to Caleb, lay down with his head in Caleb’s lap, and sobbed as Caleb wrapped his body around him.
* * * *
They slept late Saturday. Boyd was happy to stay in bed, at Caleb’s begging, and let his boy take care of him. They didn’t have to be anywhere until early evening, when they were going over to Ella’s at seven to have dinner with her and Lily.
For this morning, Caleb wanted to take charge, in a way. Allow his Sir to unplug and relax, especially upon finding out what he’d been up to yesterday and the emotional toll it’d taken on him.
For now, when Boyd rolled over toward him in bed and draped an arm across him, Caleb’s cock immediately hardened. It’d become an ingrained reaction in bed, especially sweet weekend mornings like this.
And he loved being Boyd’s pillow.
Boyd’s lips pressed to Caleb’s flesh. “Good morning, boy.”
Caleb had guessed right. Usually, on weekday mornings, he didn’t start off their day like that because they were both waking up and getting ready for work. Since they rode together nearly every morning now, that meant making sure they were both ready to go at the same time.
“Good morning, Sir.” Caleb sucked in a sharp breath when Boyd bit his pec, hard, but he didn’t move, didn’t protest. He could take it. He’d taken far worse.
And he loved every second of it.
Boyd eventually released his bite, licking and sucking at the spot, soothing it. “Try again.” He changed places and bit down hard again.
“G-good morning, Master.”
“Not quite.” After soothing that bite, he picked a third spot. Caleb’s cock was throbbing, probably already leaking, another well-conditioned response.
Oh, I’m in for a riiiide this morning.“Good morning, Daddy.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Boyd lifted his head, his blue eyes crinkled in evil mirth at the edges. “That’swhat I wanted to hear this morning,” he said. He shifted position, one hand sliding down Caleb’s abs, circling his cock and lightly squeezing.
