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“Oh my God, don’t tell him that!” Grant shouts in the background.
“Hush. Let me talk to my friend. Focus on relaxing and being good for me, or else we will go visit them and you’ll spend the whole time being my sweet little boy. I’ll even take the pacifier. And the diaper cream.”
“You wouldn’t! I hate the fucking pacifier. You cannot make me— daddy!” Grant yelps. And then there’s silence.
“Sorry. He’s supposed to be quiet when I’m on the phone. It was a long week and he’s stressed out. I think it’s going to be a long morning.”
Noah tries to listen but Grant doesn’t respond. Whatever Will did, it shut him up.
“Do you really want to get together for Christmas or were you just saying that to rile up Grant?” Noah asks, and maybe it’s a sign because the two geese that he’s been watching, glide up to two other geese, and then they all paddle around together in the pond.
“It was a little off the cuff. But, then we could see how the both of you are doing.”
“No offense, but Jensen is the best thing that’s happened to me in years. Even if you showed up and didn’t think it was good for me, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t listen.”
Will scoffs, amused. “Well, at least you know yourself.”
“And he’s really great. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it almost feels like we’ve just been waiting for each other.”
“Maybe you have. I think every now and again we’re lucky enough to meet the person we need most in the world at exactly the right time.”
“You know what? Let’s plan on getting together sometimes next year for sure. Christmas or vacation or something. But, this Christmas might not be the one. The idea of getting to spend it just the two of us sounds perfect. No offense. But, I’ll check in with Jensen and see what he thinks.”
“You’re probably right.”
Noah gets to his feet and starts walking back to the apartment while he and Will finish catching up.
For the first time in a long time, it feels like he’s going home.
13
The next two weeks pass in a blur. Noah is happy to say that his tests come back clean, and he doesn’t hear from Johann at all. Noah has heard from a few subs who had a bad experience with Johann and he’s done what he can to make sure the word gets out about his experience so that hopefully other subs won’t find themselves in a similar situation.
He’s going to start teaching a new self-defense class in January and is seriously considering going back to school. Jensen is all for anything that gives Noah security and purpose. But, that’s next year. Right now it’s the Christmas season and that means lots of Christmas music, a smattering of snow, and plenty of reasons to stay in bed and cuddle with his daddy.
Which they do.
The one thing they don’t do is have anal sex. And it’s driving Noah insane. He is so god damned desperate that he can hardly stand it. And he knows Jensen wants it, but he’s decided, for some stupid reason, that they should wait.
“But what are we waiting for?” Noah had asked, just that morning. They’d taken a shower, and of course, he’d let his daddy wash him, and since there’s lube in the shower and his daddy is thorough, then he’d gone over every nook and cranny. Including that sensitive place, right between his cheeks that practically twitches in excitement whenever his daddy gets close.
“Is this little hole tight enough for daddy?” Jensen had murmured in his ear because he knows exactly how to make Noah crazy.
He’d whimpered and spread his legs in response, pressed his own face eagerly to the tile, and tried not to beg for what he knows they both want. He wants to be good and obedient and please his daddy. But he might die.
“Fingers or kisses?”
“Are those my only two options?” he asks.
His daddy sinks down to his knees and then there’s a tongue lapping at his hole and a finger pressing into him and Noah’s legs start to shake. This is what he’s been reduced to, a shivering wreck of a person who is so desperate that he practically falls apart the moment his daddy touches him there.
“To bed with you,” Jensen says and turns off the water. They’ve tried to play in the shower a few times, but every single time, Noah is overwhelmed and starts to tremble too badly and his daddy has to take them back to the bedroom so Noah can lie down.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
“I don’t mind, sweetheart. It’s cute,” he says and spanks Noah gently on one cheek.
“Daddy?” he says and kneels up on the bed. He rubs his face against the sheet and pulls a pillow closer.
