Without moving, Pax started telling me a story of a prince and a dragon and a carnival. It was ridiculous. It made absolutely no sense. It was the best story I had ever heard. But even so, by the end, I started to get tired. More sleepy rather than actually tired. I hadn’t done anything to wear myself out, but the yawns came as much as I tried to hold them back.
“I think somebody needs a nap, Nico,” he said, and it caught me off guard.
“I think so too.” I wasn’t turning down a nap.
I started to climb off his lap and then, partway there, stopped long enough to kiss his cheek before getting the rest of the way off. I didn’t know why I felt the need to do that now, but I did, and it was wonderful. “Tuck me in, Daddy?”
“Of course,” he said, pushing himself up. “I’d be happy to. Maybe I could start that painting when you’re sleeping.”
“No, Daddy, I want you to take a nap, too.”
I climbed into bed with him and continued my story of the dragon as I fell asleep, using what I called my “arm pillow” for my head. Best. Nap. Ever.
Chapter Thirteen
Paxton
His bedroom managed to bridge the gap between little and big. All those shelves of well-loved stuffies offset by the in-box figures that were more valuable in terms of dollars and cents but surely not worth half as much as the other items. He might sell the boxed things one day, and probably would be able to part with them if there was a good reason. But the stuffies?
Never.
No little would.
And the bed, even with its anime blanket, was a grown-up paradise waiting for us. Although, earlier, it had also been a haven for his little side. But now, hours later, after we’d gotten up and had something to eat, I looked at it differently.
When we worked together, I’d been very worried about Nico learning I was a daddy and rejecting me. But I had put less thought into what might happen on the big end of things, which seemed super odd to me now that we faced one another across that bed.
As if we’d slept in the same bed for decades, we each took hold of the blankets and folded them down to the footboard. Then, slowly and carefully, I moved around and unbuttoned the flannel shirt Nico had donned a bit earlier. He wore a thermal under it, and I glided that up his torso, body heat warming my palms. Piece by piece, I undressed him, wanting to make every moment last. A memory for a lifetime. We were going to do this, to get naked and climb into that oh-so-comfortable bed, and see how it went. So hard, my cock vibrated in my pants, I had no doubt I wanted him, more than anyone ever in life. But did he feel the same? And would he after tonight?
Yeesh, I never had confidence issues, felt solid in most aspects of my life except where Nico was concerned. With a pretty bad track record of coming clean with him, I’d made a solid step in the right direction. Finally. And all I could do was be myself. Nothing else had worked. Waiting for him to guess or show me a sign had failed.
“Sweet boy.” I helped him out of his pants and undershorts before gathering him in my arms. “You are magnificent.”
“I’m not, really.”
“You are.” I kissed him, lips parting under mine with a sensual ease. His mouth was warm, his tongue eagerly welcoming mine. Between kisses, I stripped myself with none of the finesse I’d used on him. I’d already seen myself naked, thank you, and all I was interested in was him. Nico clung to my shoulders as I eased him back to lie on the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him.
He had bulked up some since we were last together, those few pounds I’d noticed all muscle, likely from his work around the property. It looked great on him. But what had my attention at the moment was his cock, fully erect and bobbing in front of my face. Stroking my palms down his thighs, I licked my lips, mesmerized by the clear droplet of precum on the very tip of him.
“Pax, you’re killing me.” He lifted himself on his elbows and stared down his body at me. “Is that what you’re trying to do?”
“No. I’m trying to do this.” Sticking my tongue out, I licked the droplet away and smacked my lips. “There.”
“That’s it?” His voice was strangled, his hands in fists. “No more?”
“I’m not sure.” I trailed a finger over the red, swollen head. “Did you want more?”
“Daddy!”
I chuckled. “Okay, no more teasing.” I wasn’t sure which of us was suffering more, so I fisted his shaft and closed my lips around his cock, taking him in and swirling my tongue around him. He tasted salty and warm and perfect.
Nico sat up and braced his hands on my shoulders, holding on while I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking and nibbling while his hips undulated and his moans were music in my ears. Then he gave a shout and filled my mouth with his cum. I drank it down, licking him clean before releasing him and leaning back on my heels.
He fell back again, panting, his ass poised on the edge of the mattress and his legs hanging down. “That was…it was…”
“I hope the word you’re going for is good?” I asked, planting a kiss on his softening cock.
“So much better than good. I’ve dreamed of this, with you.”
