Page 29 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
“Oh no,” Samuel whispers, and dashes forward, placing a framed picture face down on the nightstand to hide it.
Bryan already knows what it was. Last year’s New Year’s Eve party. Bryan recognized himself because he was wearing a scarf his sister got him for Christmas that was blue and silver. Samuel looks at him over his shoulder, expression close to a pout.
“You saw it.”
Bryan doesn’t answer. It isn’t anything to be ashamed of. It just makes Bryan happy, makes him want Samuel even more than he already did.
“Are you mine like you would have been his?” Bryan asks.
‘I want you to use me and be greedy about it. I’m your boy, but I’m also your toy. I’m available. I want to leave you on Monday and dread sitting down.’
Just another snippet of the email that is burned into his brain for all eternity.
Samuel turns away, then back again, embarrassed. He nods. “More. I’ll… anything you want to try, I want to be that person for you.” He blushes.
Bryan grins. “You want my firsts, huh? You’ve already got a few. First time I ever came from a blow job. First time I had a partner who swallowed my come.”
“This is all very sad, actually. Never?” He asks.
“Nope. A blowjob was always just a warm-up to the main event.”
“Ah, yes, the legendary PIV,” Samuel says.
Bryan rolls his eyes. “Not that legendary, I assure you. Is it odd to say that what we’ve done has already been more meaningful to me than what I’ve done with my ex-wife?”
“Well, I don’t know if I believe it, but it’s certainly nice to hear.”
“You should believe it,” he says. “I can’t hardly keep my hands off you. I want everything with you, too. You know I’ve never had anal sex before. Do you want to take my virginity?” He asks, trying to keep it light-hearted.
“My first answer is ‘Yes, Daddy.’ That’s the main answer. But to be clear… I don’t top a lot, but I’m not averse to it. If I know you really want it. If I’m doing it as a service for you,” he says.
He’s surprised the boy is even offering. As submissive as he is, as powerless as he’d wanted to be for his Daddy, the idea of him topping doesn’t quite fit.
“How often have you done it?”
“Uh, once. But I just wound up being jealous of my partner getting railed and didn’t like it all that much. But I’ll do it if you want.”
Bryan has no idea if he wants to try it. Maybe once he’s gotten more experience, he’ll consider it. “Maybe we revisit that in awhile.” He closes the distance between them and cups Samuel’s face in his hand, staring into his eyes. “I want to be inside you, sweetheart.”
“Oh good.” He offers his mouth for a kiss.
“Do you want it here? In your bed? For our first time?” He asks, kissing him on the lips and then along Samuel’s jaw. Samuel wraps his hands around Bryan’s biceps, squeezing him gently, feeling the muscle. “We have to go to my place to feed the dog, but we have some time.”
His hands clench on Bryan’s arms. “Make me, Daddy. Pretend I have to. I don’t want to be able to say no.”
“Sammy,” he whispers, awed by his honesty and the trust he wants to give. The boy looks up at him with tear-filled eyes.
“I feel bad that I was going to be with him. That I didn’t wait.”
“You didn’t go to him.”
“But I would have done things with him. Things that have meaning and that I’d rather do with you, and maybe it doesn’t seem like you’re special to me, but you are.”
He tilts his face up. “You’re special to me, too.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, again.
He hates for Samuel to feel bad about this.
