“Okay.” I let him help me stand up in the tub. It’s one of the simple tubs that also doubles as the shower. The house isn’tfancy enough to have separate ones. The shower curtain is simply pulled to the side, out of the way.
Daddy stands up with me and grabs the wash cloth. He starts at my neck and works his way down. My whole body is thrumming with happiness as he goes lower. I know that he can see how his touches are affecting me.
“Daddy?” He’s running the wash cloth over my hips and starting on my legs.
“Yes, baby?” He glances up at me but continues to clean my legs. He wraps his free hand around the back of my thigh, gesturing for me to balance my leg on the edge so he doesn’t have to bend down as far. I place my hands on his shoulders and do what he asks.
“Are you going to washallof my body?”
I giggle and jerk my leg when he cleans the bottom of my foot. I switch legs and he starts running the cloth over my other foot. His hand travels up my leg slowly. “Do you want me to wash all of you?”
“Yes, please.” Looking down at my Daddy, I can see my dick twitching. I’m already half hard. “I think it needs to be extra clean.”
“Oh, really?” He smirks and motions for me to turn around. I pout, but do as he asks. He adds more soap to the cloth before washing my back.
“Really, really.” I want to sink my body against his, but I don’t want to get him all soapy and wet. I stand still, hands by my side. But I can feel the blood rushing through my body at the thought of someone else touching me again. I’m growing harder by the second.
Daddy takes his time, but I let out a soft moan when he focuses on cleaning my cheeks. He uses both hands, makingsure to be thorough. I move my hands flat against the shower wall to keep my balance. I’m growing impatient, but I don’t want to push it with him. He finally snakes his hands around to my front and wraps the wash cloth around my dick. He's quick and efficient, not what I had in mind.
“Let’s rinse you off, shall we?” Daddy’s hands leave my body completely and I pout to myself. The water doesn’t distract me enough. Not even Daddy’s hands back on me, making sure I’m clean everywhere else. “Turn around, Aussie.”
I do as asked. I can see Daddy’s eyes look me up and down and my whole body flares with heat again. I can’t keep the noises in when the shower head is directed at my sensitive area and Daddy’s hand flattens against my tummy to make sure all the soap is off my front. I have a bit of hair at the base of my dick and Daddy makes sure that is clean too before he pulls away once more and turns the water off and opens the drain.
I watch his every move. He turns to grab the towel from the counter and unfolds it, then directs me to step out. I can see the heat in his eyes as he dries me off though, so I don’t ask again. My body jerks when he wraps the towel around my cock just long enough to dry.
I try to not let out a whiny noise, but Daddy is teasing me now. I can see the smirk tugging on his lips even though he’s trying really hard to keep a serious face. “Daddy.” I pout the word and almost stomp my foot at being ignored.
“Aussie,” he warns in his serious tone. “Go lay on the bed and we’ll get you taken care of.”
I don’t know if he means my request or actually just getting me in bed for sleep, but I walk naked the short distance from the bathroom to my bedroom. The first thing I see is the diaper laid on top of a set of clothes at the foot of the bed. I don’t knowwhat to do, but Daddy is right behind me. He swats at my butt and it makes me giggle.
“I think I told you to lay down, Aussie.” I do as instructed, laying sideways on the bed with my feet still on the floor.
“What’s your safe word, Aussie?”
“Pickle.” I say the word quickly. We had this conversation on Sunday. Daddy said that if I can’t remember the word, nothing would happen between us. “Because pickles are disgusting.”
I make a gross face and stick out my tongue, which gets a chuckle out of Daddy. “You are something else, Aussie.”
Daddy, finally, leans one knee on the bed and blocks me in with his hands on either side of my head. He leans down and kisses me, softly at first. But then our tongues touch and it’s a frenzy from there. I let my hands roam Daddy’s chest and stomach, moaning at the softness of his chest hair. Daddy’s fingers trail down my right side and then seek out my dick. The first touch of bare skin wrapped around me sends a full body shiver through me.
“Yes, please.” I beg the words when Daddy pulls away and dips his head to kiss down my neck. His beard is scratchy, but it just adds to the sensations. I wrap my left hand behind his neck and hold him close to me. “Daddy, you feel so good.”
I close my eyes and let him take over everything. He shifts my body further up the bed with ease, a testament to his broad chest and arms because I’m not the lightest guy. And then his lips are exploring every inch of my body. His body rests against mine, not putting all of his weight on me though.
It isn’t until his tongue flicks over my nipple that I realize he’s traveling the same path as the tattoo on my body. “Pickle. Pickle, Daddy.”
Chapter Nine
“What’swrong?”Ipullback immediately and watch as Austin’s eyes fill with unshed tears and his hands go to the tattoo that travels down his body. I realize I’d been unconsciously traveling that same path. During the entire bath, I wanted to ask about it. I know it’s something between him and Paul. The picture in the living room tells me that much.
“I’m sorry.” His voice is quiet and I move to sit beside him, I hand over the shirt I planned on dressing him in. It’s long sleeves and a pale blue with animal patterns on it. I help him into the shirt so he isn’t completely naked.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Aussie. Do you want to talk about it?” I keep my voice calm and quiet. I watch his hand trace down his torso again. I’m not sure he even knows that he’s doing it. His eyes flick up to me and this time, a tear does slip down.
“The tattoo,” he starts, but chokes on a sob and I’m pulling him closer to my chest and holding him. He says the wordsagainst my chest, but I can hear them clear enough. “It’s for Paul. It was the path he would always kiss down my body whenever we… Did stuff. You asked about the picture before?” He sits back up and wipes the sleeve over his eyes. “It started as a joke between us. Just a fun, little thing. I… I tend to bite when I… Feel good. He said he always wanted a reminder of that because he thought it was cute.”
That’s new information. Of course it is, because while Paul was my best friend, he never shared the intimate details of their relationship. I pull Austin in closer to me once again.
