Page 26 of Kit
There were times during dinner that Kit wavered between adult and little. He was getting to know me, too, and he wanted to talk about big boy things as well. My job. My favorite movies. My history of being a daddy. And my feelings.
He was a bright boy, sensitive and curious. It was a change from the self-centered boys I’d been with in the past.
When we got home, we watched TV together.
“Cartoons?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I’m in the mood for a movie, Daddy. Cartoons are more for the daytime.”
One more thing to note.
“You pick, Daddy.”
It turned out he liked action movies like me. Our compatibility was growing.
9
Kit
Iwas so tired my first night with Parker. But I was too shy to say I wanted to go to bed.
I felt my head dip low, then jerked it back when I realized I was falling asleep.
After doing that a few times, Parker shut off the TV and stretched. “Bedtime?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sleepy.”
Parker stood, then looked down at me. “Coming?”
I wasn’t sure what to do. We were still so new with each other. Slowly, I held up my arms. “I’m too tired to walk, Daddy.”
“Yeah?” He grinned, and leaned down, effortlessly lifting me.
I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged his shoulders. It felt so right. So good. I was close enough to feel his heartbeat. Rapid. Excited.
Softly, I said, “I want to sleep in your bed, Daddy.” Just in case he hadn’t figured that out from my earlier protests aboutnotshowing me the guest room.
“I think you should.” He nuzzled me gently. “I need to keep an eye on you your first night here.”
I quickly agreed. “Yes, sir.”
I was so happy my insides felt like they were made of air. Parker made no ultimatums. I had no expectations put on me. He made me feel like I could be myself, the boy that I was. The five-year-old who needed gentle guidance. And, when called for, firm guidance as well.
When we got to the bedroom, he put me on my feet.
“Did you bring your jammies?”
“Yes.” I saw my bag sitting by the closet. “In here.”
I went to it and unzipped the top. “See?” I held up my favorite PJs. They were white with a pattern of fire engines.
Parker reached out and touched them. “Soft. That’s good. And the fire engines make it special”
“I love them.” I held the clothes out to him. “Will you help me put them on?”
It was something I loved. Being dressed and undressed. It was sexual sometimes, but not all the time. Tonight, I was so tired I only craved the caring part. Parker seemed attuned to that and didn’t push me at all.
“Of course, I will, baby boy. That’s what daddies are for. To help with everything you need.”
