Alistair’s legs were on either side of his, and Noah dropped his hands down to rest on Alistair’s thighs. When Alistair curled an arm around him and petted his stomach, Noah thought he might crack a tooth from smiling so hard.
This was… nice.
“Better?” Alistair asked.
“Perfect.” Noah sighed loudly.
“How are you feeling now?”
“Better. Kinda hungry, to be honest.” Noah leaned forward briefly to turn off the water now that the bubbles were threatening to spill out of the tub. “Guess it would be a dick move to wake up Frida to make somethin’?”
“If you’d like, we can go to the kitchen after your bath.” Alistair stroked around Noah’s belly button, tracing little circles. “What would you like?”
“You cook?”
“I have many skills. What would you like, hmm?”
“Scrambled eggs and bacon,” Noah replied almost immediately. The very thought made his stomach growl. “That sounds awesome.”
“That is definitely doable.” Alistair kissed Noah’s shoulder with a light chuckle.
“You do this kinda shit for all your boys? Cook and pamper ’em and shit?”
“That’s sort of the idea, dear Noah.” Alistair sounded like he was smiling. “I enjoy taking care of someone, though it has been a long time.”
“How long?”
“Mmm. Twenty years or so.”
“Wait.” Noah craned his head up to stare at Alistair. “You haven’t been fuckin’ laid in twenty years?”
“No.” Alistair snorted. “I haven’t had a boy like you in twenty years. Probably closer to twenty-one now. Ah, it’s awful how time just slips away. I’ve had many affairs, passionate and fleeting, but not anything I would qualify as a relationship.”
“Why? Your Daddy vibes are hella strong.”
“I suppose no one interested me. There was a boy I knew a long time ago. He was very special to me, but…” Alistair paused. “It did not end well.”
“What happened?” Noah frowned.
Alistair didn’t answer.
“Come on.” Noah poked Alistair’s thigh. “You know all about my shit with Medina and how fucked up every relationship I’ve ever tried to have is. What happened with Mr. Special?”
“I left him.”
“Ouch. Why? He didn’t want you to spank him anymore?”
Alistair scoffed. “It was much more complicated than that.”
“Well?” Noah prodded him again.
“How about I tell you about your uncle instead?”
Noah perked up. “Seriously?”
“If you’re still interested in discussing it, yes.”
Noah wasn’t going to miss out on the chance to find out more information about his uncle, though he did think it was weird Alistair was more willing to talk about that than whoever this Mr. Special dude was.
