Page 25 of A Little Christmas! Johnny
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
There must be a cosmic bulletin somewhere for my ass that says “Fuck me, world. Don’t bother with lube.”
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I hate when my shift at the store ends at the same time that the bars close, especially on the weekends. Despite feeling like death warmed over, I don’t want to go home and then wait another four hours for Johnny to get there. I miss my boy even though we’ve only been apart for barely the last ten hours. The only bright spot in my life right now is that I can go meet him at the shop and get some extra cuddles in since he’s said he’ll likely be working on the Jetta all night.
The last couple of weeks have been wonderful getting to know Johnny, both as a man and a Little. Physically, he’s in the best shape I’ve ever seen someone outside of the gym, but he swears he hasn’t set foot in a weight room. I guess with how much cars and their parts weigh, he gets enough of a workout in doing that. Between his work at the shop and the work he’s doing on his house, he doesn’t need the gym like I do.
When it comes to his house, he’s told me all of his plans, but hasn’t told me where it is. Every time I ask, he just giggles. He’s promised to take me over there on my next day off because he wants my input before the build gets too far along. I’m not sure where he thinks I have the expertise to help with that, but I likethat he wants me involved. It tells me that he sees a future for us, which is all I want with him. I want forever, but I will take what I can get.
I finally reach my car in the parking lot after what feels twenty miles worth of jogging from the store entrance. At some point, the city of Wrenshaw needs to figure out a better parking solution before opening up more strip malls. I shouldn’t have to park so far away that my remote starter is out of range. By the time my car is sufficiently warmed up to where I can see out of the windshield, I pull out of the parking lot, heading in the opposite direction from home. I want my cuddles first.
The smile on my face disappears when I round the bend and see the flashing red and blue lights in the parking lot of Good Boy Tinkering and Towing and an ambulance pulling out of the parking lot. Ignoring how slippy the parking lot might be, I gun it into a spot and race inside as soon as I’m in park. I don’t even know if I remembered to turn the car off. Something happened to my boy and I wasn’t there.
Sliding to a stop just inside the open bay door, I see Johnny talking with Officer Trenton Reynolds who happens to be one of Russel’s buddies on the force. Even though there’s a good chance he’s getting a bump from Dave, Trent is actually a stand up guy.
“What happened?” I stammer out while I try to catch my breath.
Johnny gasps out one word:Daddyand runs right into my arms, nearly knocking me over. Trent smirks in our direction but doesn’t turn our way. It takes me a moment to realize he’s making sure our moment is not captured on his body camera. To show my appreciation, I give him a nod. The man is definitely a stand-up guy.
Another officer, who I haven’t met yet, comes out of the breakroom with a visibly distressed and heavily drunk Paul inhandcuffs. I take note of the crude bandage on his forehead and check over my boy for his own injuries.
“Not gonna go off all half cocked when drunk are ya?” the officer says to Paul and pushes him gently toward the open bay. “These doors here seem to have it out for ya, son.”
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Trent says before heading out the same way as his partner. “We’ll have the report written up by noon, Mr. Gander, for your insurance company to fix that door. It’s up to the district attorney in the end whether he’ll face charges or not, but I’ll be honest. They won’t do it if you don’t say you want it for this kind of thing.”
It’s only when he mentioned the door that I even look at the regular door that is usually used to enter and exit the shop. It’s dented all to hell and the glass is spiderwebbed like someone tried to break it down using force and heavy tools. I don’t know what the fuck happened here tonight, but I’m damn happy that Paul is the only one injured.
“What happened, Baby?”
Johnny finishes closing up the bay door and buries himself back in my arms.
“Paul had a bit of run of bad luck, I guess. It was hard to hear through the slurring and the camera doesn’t have the best sound quality. All I know is he got drunk and tried to break in. He slipped on the ice and knocked himself out on the sand bucket we keep out there for the smokers. The EMTs left right before you got here.”
“I saw.” I let him hear the fear in my voice. If something were to have happened to him...
“It’s okay,” he whispers and lets me pull him in tighter. “Nothing happened and now Daddy’s here so I know I’m safe.”
This boy is going to be the death of me.
Instead of letting him go back to working on his project car, I gently steer him up the stairs into his office. I drop the futondown into the bed position and have him lay down. From the container under his desk, I pull out his new Bluey blanket and binkie. We discussed it early on about thumb sucking at the shop and he decided to give the larger sized pacifiers a chance. Needless to say, he loves his binkies and my home is quickly becoming overrun with them.
“Time to unwind for a bit, Baby Boy,” I tell him as I tuck the blanket around him. “Daddy will let you know if any calls come in or if one of the guys shows up.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” he mumbles around the binkie and snuggles in deeper to the blanket.
One of the responsibilities that my boy has given me is to make sure he’s not getting taken advantage of by his family. He asks me to make sure he’s following my five minute texting rule, but I know he wants me to make sure he hasn’t agreed to anything just because they pushed him into it. I unlock his phone with the code since he’s happily immersed in a cartoon from Netflix. I see quite a few unread text messages, and I smirk when I realize that he stopped reading them when he was texting me and didn’t go back to them.
“Good Boy,” I whisper. Johnny squirms in his little cocoon and it makes me smile. We haven’t delved any deeper into his praise kink just yet, but it’s only been two weeks. There’s time.
I open up the thread with his sister and snort at the audacity.
Erica:
you are the reason my daughter hates me
