Page 11 of Genie's Boy
“Yes, I can, and I will. By choice. Besides, I’d rather not dine alone. Join me?” The smell of cumin and turmeric assaulted my senses, and I immediately knew what we’d be eating. Not that I required sustenance but would love his company just the same.
“All right, you win.” His jovial resignation was reassuring, and quick.
Raj and I had been apart long enough. We continued our journey through the market, and I purchased goods here and there to purposely leave at Raj’s place. Or mine, depending on how tonight went. Yes, I could manifest nearly anything we’d need, but giving back to the community was an act I enjoyed. I'd never fully replenish what theMaharaja took from them, but I did my best to return some of it through my purchases.
We made the short walk to his home where he tucked his purchases away. Once I wrapped him in my arms, we reappeared inside my familiar space. Only now I tried to see it through Raj’s eyes as he was the only one I’d ever let in. Centuries of boredom staring at the same things time and again were reawakened with Raj here. Many pieces had stories behind them while others were spur-of-the-moment buys.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.” Raj drew in a deep breath. “Makes me a little nauseous if I’m being honest.”
“Sorry, I forget humans aren’t used to being transported. Maybe next time, close your eyes and see if that helps.”
“Nor are they used to anything magical.”
Point taken, but it was so easy to be truthful with Raj. My brain just had to remember this was foreign to him.
“Touche, dear boy. Let’s eat.” Once again, I had a meal fit for a family of twelve appear before us.
“Why do you keep calling me that—boy?”
“Because you’re my boy.”
“Like a son and you’re my father?” His face fell, disappointment marring his beautiful features.
I couldn’t have that. I was doing a piss poor job at explaining the lifestyle I wished for us to have.
“No.” I should’ve seen this coming and previously addressed it. “I’m sorry, let me better explain. I’m what is considered a Daddy, and Daddies have boys they care for.”
“Like a father?”
“No, as in a natural caregiver. Not a father in any sense of the word. A Daddy, in this instance, takes care of his boy as a boyfriend, not a son. It’s a relationship dynamic. I ensure you are always fed, clothed, and never have to worry about anything while also being your lover.” I paused to let the words sink in. “I’d have control of your orgasms and pleasure.”
When his cheeks pinked, I knew he’d grasped at least that bit of it. Raj stared down at his plate, steadily eating in lieu of conversation. If I was anything, it was patient. I’d wait for the rapid-fire questions his mind was brewing.
“Yesterday I didn’t get a chance to see your whole place?”
Ah, a change in subject. This boy was delectable in every sense of the word. When had I last felt this surge of happiness? That was easy to answer.
Never.
“The beauty of my eternal tomb is its endless magical space. To see it all would take a lifetime. If you seek something, merely ask, and it will come to you. Magic surges through this lamp. For instance, if you wanted to lie down.”
At my words, the bed appeared behind us. I’d imagined Raj’s slender body sprawled across it so many times, the vision was always at the forefront of my mind.
“Wow, that’s the biggest bed I’ve ever seen.” Raj’s eyes conveyed the awe of the vision before him, different than the one he’d seen the day before and far more elaborate.
My bed was piled high with the finest of, well, everything a bed required. High-end Egyptian cotton sheets, blankets, and pillows. A lace canopy tented the top to give it an illusion of privacy. Privacy was a given here, but perception and tranquility were key to shutting one’s mind down to gain a peaceful rest.
Raj sighed and slunk back in his chair. “I have so many questions.”
“I’d be shocked if you didn’t. Fire away, dear boy.”
Did he have a problem with my calling him boy? Sure, there might be numerous obstacles for us to work past, but together there was nothing we couldn’t overcome. He’d only asked why I had called him boy, but hadn’t requested I stop addressing him as such after my explanation. In hisworld, these types of dynamics weren't as common as they were in other countries.
“Well, for one, the boy thing will take some getting used to. It kind of feels like I should be calling you master or sir, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“Sir is a polite word to use but a Master, I am not.” It was not a word I ever wanted associated with me as I’d never possess anyone against their will. But Daddy resonated perfectly with me. Would he someday wish to call me that?
“I guess this whole thing is a lot to take in. First, I’m alone. Then I find out I’ve really not been and that you’ve always been there. Then you tell me you want to be my boyfriend and that you love me. I’ve never had a reaction to another human being the way I have with you, which only further confuses me. For so long, I thought I was broken.”
