Another notification.
TwinkBabyBlue:Let me be good for you, Daddy. Your baby boy wants to nurse on your cock and drink your milk.
I handed him back his phone, nearly busting my ass again, I was laughing so hard. He glanced at the message on the screen and let out a disgruntled rumble as he pocketed the phone.
“Are you seriously into the daddy–boy dynamic?”
“I already said no, though you don’t have to be so fucking judgmental. I fucked him once, realized what the score was, and told him we wouldn’t be compatible. He’s had a hard time letting go.”
I chuckled. “I bet anyone you let into your bed would have a hard time letting you go.”
He made a strangled noise. “What do you mean by that?”
“I’m not fucking with you, Agnes. I’m saying… I see it. You’re probably all stoicism and hand necklaces, fully clothed while bossing around some debauched, naked twink as he grinds on your dick. I don’t judge it,” I said, enjoying his discomfort. “You’ve got game, Sawyer Finch.”
“Shut up.” His tone was grumpier than the situation called for, but he was pre-caffeine, and that was a dangerous time for both of us.
Damn, but he made me laugh.
“Will you please take this seriously?” he asked, still bright red.
Rolling my eyes, I gestured broadly to the great fucking outdoors. “I get up and go on these stupid walks. I do the stupid weights, even though who knows what a three-pound weight does for anyone.”
“It strengthens the intrinsic muscles,” he sniped.
“Whatever. I eat the healthy food, I get the eight hours of sleep a night.” After pausing for effect, I went in for the kill. “I’ve been a good boy for you, haven’t I, Daddy? What more do you want from me?”
He stopped so quickly that I ran into him. I looked up and found him locked in place, his jaw rigid. I could practically hear his molars squealing. “Don’t call me that,” he said.
“If TwinkBabyBlue can call you Daddy, then surely I, your lifelong friend, can, too.”
He shook his head so fiercely I felt bad for his chiropractor. “No. You being my lifelong friend means that you can’teverthink of me that way.” Was that a note of bitterness I heard?
“What do you mean? Friends can flirt. They can even fuck. Or are you forgetting about your little experiment with Major all those years ago?”
He turned his head, his molten eyes falling to my lips. After taking a beat to, I dunno, gather himself, he met my gaze. Holy hell. A look like that, I didn’t know if he hated me or wanted to fuck me.
I had a preference, but I didn’t want him to rip off my head and spit down my throat if I got it wrong.
“Fuck. Off.” He turned on his heel and started back toward the cabin. Spit down my throat it was.
“Where are you going? We have another mile to go. I thought we were getting coffee.”
“You don’t drink coffee,” he growled over his shoulder. “I’ll make you tea when we get back home.”
That was the thing about Agnes: even when I pissed him off, he still took care of me. Now wasn’t the time to point this out to him, but he was a much sweeter, more caring man than I would have ever guessed.
“You know, if I’m pissing you off this badly, you don’t have to live with me!” I shouted to his retreating back. “You have options. I’m not tying you to the bed.”
He stopped, took several ragged breaths, then turned around, stepping into my space. “If anyone’s getting tied up, it would be you. I’m always the tie-er, never the tie-ee. And you’re not getting rid of me that easily. If I’d stayed with you last time you were in town, you wouldn’t have gone back on the road and nearly killed yourself. So yes, Idohave to live with you.”
I’d have taken umbrage at his words, but he was probably right. Worse, if I had to put a name to the expression on his face, it wouldn’t be judgment. It looked more like genuine concern.
For me.
God, I was such an asshole. So what if he got a little interesting in bed? Kinda made me respect that he had some hidden depths beneath his starched exterior.
It wasn’t hard to picture him sitting on a sofa with a twink kneeling between his legs, his head resting on Sawyer’s thigh as he gently nursed Sawyer’s soft cock while batting his eyes.
