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Maybe just one lie.“Okay, baby. We’ll worry about it later,” Gideon agreed.
“Finish him!” the voice cried from the television.
“Don’t you dare, you little shit,” Gideon warned, his final word catching on a laugh.
Cal cackled maniacally, his fingers flying as he pushed buttons to make Kitana shred Gideon’s Sub-Zero with her razor fans before swirling his insides into a bloody vortex made of his own entrails. “That’s three out of five. No punishment tonight,” he cried, throwing his hands up in victory.
Gideon used the opportunity to drop his controller and dig his fingers into Cal’s armpits, causing him to squeal. He attempted to escape Gideon’s embrace, but it was impossible. Cal had left himself vulnerable, lying between Gideon’s bent and splayed legs, head on a couch cushion between the older man’s thighs. Gideon had the advantage, leaning against the sofa. Now, his legs squeezed Cal in a vice grip, holding him hostage. He twisted, trying to escape Gideon’s clutches again, laughing until he was red faced and wheezing.
“Still feel like bragging, you bloodthirsty little brat?”
“Uncle. Uncle,” Cal cried. “I give up.”
“I believe the word you’re looking for is Daddy,” Gideon reminded, releasing Cal enough to let him sit up.
TheMortal Combatcompetition had started after Cal had lamented at breakfast how much he missed his PS4, which still lived at Bastian’s house. That’s when Gideon had revealed he also had a PS4 and several games. Cal couldn’t imagine a single thing that would have made Gideon hotter, but there it was. Gideon was a secret gamer. He’d confessed to being rusty, saying his and Des’s schedules barely ever lined up for them to play anymore. Cal suspected he was lying. Gideon was good at everything. He was perfect, really.
Cal crawled into Gideon’s lap, straddling his hips. “Hi, Daddy,” he murmured, kissing him deeply.
“Mm, hi baby,” Gideon said between kisses, gripping Cal’s ass and pulling him flush against him so Cal could feel Gideon was already hard beneath his black cotton pajama pants. Cal whimpered, rutting against Gideon wantonly.
“I want you, Daddy,” Cal whined.
Gideon’s gaze fell to the clock. “We need to get ready for school soon.”
It was a half-day for the seniors, so Gideon had told Abernathy he had a doctor’s appointment and wouldn’t be in until afternoon. Really, he’d spent the morning teaching Cal how to make breakfast and then playingMortal Combat.
“Not that soon,” Cal countered. “We have at least thirty minutes before we’d need a shower. Think of all the dirty things you could do to me in thirty minutes. Especially since I won’t be getting my normal punishment tonight.”
“Of course, you will,” Gideon said.
Cal made a face. “What?”
Gideon arched a brow, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver through Cal. “You said if you won three out of five then I couldn’t spank you tonight, not that I couldn’t punish you. Do you think spanking is the only punishment I have? I was just easing you into your nightly routine. I didn’t think you would grow bored of my hand on your ass so quickly but no worries. I have lots of other toys in my arsenal.”
Cal’s mouth fell open. “You knew what I meant.”
Gideon grinned, and Cal’s cock throbbed. “It’s not about what you mean, little bird. It’s about what you say.”
Cal shivered again, running his tongue along the corded tendon of Gideon’s neck. “You’re so mean, Daddy,” Cal murmured, his teeth nibbling at Gideon’s ear lobe.
“I can be,” Gideon promised. “I can be as mean as I need to be to make sure you’re a good boy. You decide how mean I am, not me.” He gripped Cal’s ass, grinding their erections together through the thin layers of material separating them.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Please? Please?”
There was a sound like a bird chirping from Cal’s phone beside them on the coffee table, capturing both their attention. Gideon frowned. “Who’s texting you?”
Cal’s heart plummeted into his stomach. “That’s not a text notification, it’s my email. The email I used for my college applications.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? See who emailed you,” Gideon said.
Cal shook his head, swallowing hard. “I’ll just look later.”
“You’ll look now. The results won’t change the longer you wait.”
Cal’s hands shook as he reached for his phone. When he punched the email, his heart tripped. “It’s Harvard. They’re telling me that I have to sign into the portal to find out whether I’ve been accepted or not.” Cal didn’t want to look.
Cal had applied to several ivy league schools, just like all of his peers at Roosevelt, but that was before he was the son of a felon, before his prep school had labeled him an outcast and a troublemaker and had booted him off the lacrosse team. What if it was a rejection? What if it was an acceptance without a scholarship? He knew Gideon said he’d take care of him, pay for his schooling, give him everything, no strings attached, but that wasn’t what Cal wanted. With a scholarship, Cal could at least feel like they were on slightly equal footing, like he didn’t rely on Gideon for everything. “I can do it later.”
