Page 9 of Home For Christmas

Knowing that Travis was kinky helped me relax, and I was pretty sure Daddy had also relaxed. My brain was stuck on the possibility of getting a friend, though. While I was thinking, Colt had gone from tense to laughing with Travis while they talked about needs. I didn’t fully understand the process, but Travis apparently had an architect he worked with that would take all our ideas and put them on paper, then Travis could bring the plans to life. Sometime in the next year or so, there’d be a guest house in our backyard.

Knowing my brothers had sex never bothered me, and their knowing we did was like knowing the sky was blue. We were all adults in healthy relationships, and we weren’t shy about our sex lives or our kinks. We shared too much about our lives but it was natural, and given my profession it was nice to have someone I could talk to about my life. Having Harrison and Ty had been enough for years, but now that Jasper and Greg knew, it didn’t feel awkward and I could enjoy their visits more. But I understood that it was a lot for Colt, and I hoped this helped. If it did, any amount we spent would be well worth it.

Travis’s phone buzzed a number of times as we were walking back to the house for Travis to grab his bag after looking at the yard. My mind had gotten so wrapped up in having a playdate with another little that I’d kind of forgotten Travis was still with us. “Daddy, where would we play at?”

Travis had stepped into the kitchen to take the phone call, so just Colt and I were left standing in the living room. “I don’t know. We could have a playdate here, or at their house, or we could meet them at the club.”

My nose wrinkled at the thought of going to a BDSM club. What if someone noticed me? What if they took a picture? The thoughts were enough to pull me back to the adult world.

“Not the club.” Colt chuckled. “If it’s something you want, we can talk about it taking place here or at their house.”

“Their house,” I said without hesitation. There was something about bringing a Daddy and his boy into our house, when I knew we had kids, that just didn’t feel right. Even with the kids gone, there was no way I’d be able to relax. Despite having kids with more toys than I cared to think about, I had my own toys and my own coloring books and I never touched the kids’ stuff. Being Daddy’s boy was part of my identity, but my truly little side stayed well away from the kids. If I kept thinking that my friend might play with my kids’ toys instead of mine, I’d never relax.

“We can talk about it, buddy.”

Travis’s voice made us both jump. “We can definitely make that happen. I understand not wanting to go to a club—that’s a lot of people. Caleb just got comfortable enough to go and that’s only because he has friends that go too.”

I nodded as he spoke. I liked the way that Travis made me feel comfortable and not at all crazy for not being ready to invite them to our house.

Travis smiled. “I’ll talk to Caleb and if he’s okay with it, I’ll talk with your Daddy and we can set up a time for you guys to come over.”

Daddy smiled. “Thanks, Travis. We appreciate your understanding.”

Travis just smiled. “That was Caleb anyway. He’s wondering when I’m going to be home.”

Maybe the next time we had to meet with Travis, he could bring Caleb. That would be fun. Travis already had my requirements for the guest house. As long as those were met, I didn’t much care what anything else looked like. I said goodbye to Travis and headed back to the living room, feeling a little more like an adult than I had when Travis arrived.

From my place on the couch I could hear Travis and Colt talking about setting up a non-work time to chat. I was totally okay with the Daddies figuring that out.

I didn’t even have my laptop open again when my phone buzzed.

Ty: Just dropped Meadow and Mason off at Cody’s house. Flight leaves at 11 tonight.

Me: Can’t wait to see you guys.

Ty: Any idea what we’re doing?

Me: I’d been checking earlier it looks like a club in Nashville is having a Christmas party this weekend. I didn’t get time to look much, but it looked fun.

Ty: Oh! That changes what I should pack. Okay, heading home to look through stuff. Later!

I smiled as I pocketed my phone.

The door clicked shut and I heard Colt’s voice from the entryway. “Go potty, buddy. It’s been a while.”

Part of me wanted to roll my eyes, but the logical part of me took over and I put my laptop back down to head toward the bathroom in the hallway. I knew better than to argue with Daddy when he told me to go to the bathroom, it was just another layer to our relationship and another way for him to care for me.

Right before I made it to the hall bathroom, I got an idea and changed course to our room and straight toward the master bathroom. Now that he’d mentioned it, my bladder was full and I needed to relieve myself before I did anything else, but after that I was going to surprise Colt. Five minutes later, with my bladder empty, I’d stripped down to just a baggy T-shirt and tossed my bright red train undies into the hamper to be replaced by a tiny pair of rainbow briefs. Glancing in the full-length mirror as I left the room had me smiling to myself. I was on the wrong side of thirty-five, but I still looked good in a pair of tiny briefs. In Colt’s T-shirt, I looked a lot like Ty wearing one of Declan’s shirts. Though on Ty, Declan’s shirts looked more like dresses. This one was just too big for me but I loved it.

“Hey, buddy,” Colt called from the kitchen as I rounded the corner. “I thought…” His words trailed off when he spotted me. “That maybe I could take you to bed right now.”

Now that sounded like an amazing idea.

I turned tail and hurried straight through the door I’d just come through to fling myself onto the bed. A cabinet slammed shut, the dishwasher closed, then heavy footsteps came down the hallway. My ass was in the air as I rummaged through the nightstand drawer for lube, a cock strap, and a plug. I had plans that night that did not revolve around my being fucked into the mattress and sleeping soundly afterward.

“Damn, that’s one amazing view.” A large hand came down on my ass cheek, and the crack filled the room. I hissed out and thrust back into him.

There was nothing there, and now I was trying to remember what the hell I was doing. “Not fair, Daddy.” I groaned. “Now I can’t decide what I want.” Pouting? Who me?

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