Page 20 of Disciplinary Action
“Please, Daddy,” he whispered. “It hurts. I’m trying to be good. I’m trying. Please.” The last ‘please’ dissolved into a moan as Gideon once more jerked him. This time, when he let him go to slip two fingers inside, Cal groaned as cum spurted from his untouched cock. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. It just happened.”
Gideon caressed the boy’s inner thigh. He was ready. “You didn’t do anything. You’re okay. Are you ready to come, baby?”
Cal was crying now, nodding vigorously, his hands white knuckling the edge of Gideon’s desk. He closed his lips over the boy’s cock, sucking him deep, just as he slipped two fingers inside him, curving them against the boy’s prostate. Cal’s whole body tensed as he arched off the desk, his mouth falling open in a silent scream, then he was coming hard, spilling his release on Gideon’s tongue and down the back of his throat. He worked his fingers inside Cal, milking every drop from him until the boy gave a pained cry and Gideon sat back, pulling his fingers free.
Gideon glanced at the clock behind them, noting they were well into Cal’s free period. He opened the top drawer of his desk, grabbing the wet wipes, cleaning his hands before doing the same to Cal’s thighs and the desk. Cal’s feet slipped from the arms of Gideon’s chair, but he just laid there, legs dangling, panting and teary-eyed. Gideon took the boy’s hands, gently pulling him into a sitting position before tugging him down into his lap. “Are you alright?”
Gideon’s heart squeezed when Cal dropped his head onto Gideon’s shoulder, burying his face in the crook of his neck. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you certain?” Gideon asked, his arms going around the boy instinctively, cradling him to his chest.
Cal just nodded, but Gideon could feel the boy’s tears soaking his shirt collar. He gave him a few minutes to collect himself, idly stroking the boy’s back. After a while, he chucked the boy under the chin, wiping his tears. “You need to get dressed and get back to class.”
Cal swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, sliding off of Gideon’s lap. Gideon watched as Cal redressed himself, shoulders slumped and a strained look on his face.
“Hey.” Cal glanced up at him, still tying his tie. “You did really well. I’m very proud of you.”
The boy bobbed his head, looking away, an aborted smile on his lips. “Are-are we going to do this again?”
“That was our arrangement, was it not? Six weeks?” Gideon asked.
This time, when the boy’s shoulders fell, it seemed more with relief than defeat. When Cal was dressed and fixing his hair in the mirror, Gideon walked to his mini-fridge and opened it, pulling the black bag from the shelf and handing it to Cal. The boy frowned at it like he’d never seen a lunch bag before. He unzipped it, peeking inside. Gideon hadn’t been too sure what the boy liked, but he had heard too many carbs wasn’t good for diabetics, so he’d erred on the side of caution with a chicken wrap, raw veggies, water, and a diabetic protein shake just in case the boy didn’t like chicken.
“What’s this?” Cal asked, voice dull.
“Your lunch. You need to eat to keep your strength up.”
“I am eating,” Cal said just before his stomach rumbled loud enough for them both to hear.
Gideon grinned. “Well, you’re nineteen. I hear boys your age are always hungry,” he said, reminding the boy of their conversation the first night they’d met.
Cal sucked his lips in before glancing up at Gideon with a shy smile. He picked up his backpack, stuffing his lunch haphazardly into the top portion. His hand was on the doorknob when he paused as if debating something. Then, suddenly, he was back before Gideon, smashing their lips together in a messy kiss. Gideon gripped his hair, kissing him back in a way that he hoped would last them both until they could play together again.
Then the boy was gone and Gideon was just leaning against his desk, staring at the door, his hard cock pressed against his zipper and his hands shoved in his pockets. Gideon had no idea what they were doing, but he also knew he wasn’t willing to stop. He was entitled to six weeks of recklessness. He’d struggled for so long to be the man Grant had always told him he was. What was the harm in trying to help Callum see the same in himself?
The walk home from school was a hike, but it beat taking the bus. He and Bastian used to walk home together after lacrosse practice, but he’d had to make the walk alone since Coach had kicked Cal off the team for unsportsmanlike behavior. Even though they both knew it was total bullshit. Cal had done nothing that hadn’t happened in at least a thousand other games, but, suddenly, it was a problem. He hadn’t even injured the other player. They’d helped each other up and even shook hands, but Coach Randall said he couldn’t continue to overlook Cal’s temper and that his behavior had become an issue. Everything Cal did was an issue thanks to his father.
“Cal?” Renata called from the kitchen.
Cal stopped in his tracks. What was Renata doing home so early? He looked around, listening for the sound of screaming and fighting, video games blaring, or Taylor Swift pouring from speakers. But the house was eerily quiet. Where were the kids? They were almost always home before him. A feeling of unease crept along his spine. “Yeah, it’s me,” he called.
“Would you mind coming here for a moment?”
He wandered into the kitchen, gripping his backpack tightly instead of dropping it by the door. “Hi,” he said when he saw her sitting at the kitchen table, coffee cup in her hands. She wasn’t dressed in her work clothes but in a pair of jeans and a cozy flannel shirt, her dark hair pulled up in a messy pile on her head. She still had her makeup on, so she must have at least worked part of the day.
Renata was the soft, comfy mom he wished he’d had growing up. She loved her kids hard, and yelled loud, and comforted them with decadent desserts and trips to the arcade, and sometimes, just piled everybody in the living room for a movie night. What they lacked financially, she made up for in love. She’d been on her own since Bastian’s dad had bailed on them right after his baby sister was born, just walked out and never came back. Cal knew statistically not all fathers were assholes, but it sure seemed that way from his perspective.
She gave Cal a smile and pointed to the seat across from her. “Sit and talk with me for a minute?”
Cal felt like the blood froze in his veins. There was a look on her face, this pinched, pained expression that told him whatever she was about to say was going to suck for him. Really, really bad. “Uh, yeah. Okay,” he mumbled.
“How are you feeling? Has everything been okay with you? You look really tired.”
“I’m okay,” he said carefully. “I’m sleeping fine. Just carrying a really heavy course load this semester. Gotta keep my grades up if I want to make valedictorian.”
She smiled tightly, leaning across the table to take his hand. “You’ve worked really hard this year, and you’ve been a big help to me with the kids. Bastian has loved having you here.” Her hand was clammy. She was leading up to something. “Sweetie, you know how muchwe’veloved having you here, right?”
Loved.She’d said loved…past tense.Oh, fuck.
