Have fun tonight. Get lucky. You deserve it.
I shake my head, send him a gif of a guy giving the middle finger, and turn my phone off. Brandt said he would make sure the alarm is set so I don’t have to worry about it. I'd rather texts and calls not be part of our time together tonight.
Movement catches my attention and I look up to see Brandt standing in the doorway. He smiles before stepping into the room and shutting the door, effectively keeping Fluff out. I feel nerves start to build and I'm at a loss for words. I've only had one Daddy, for a brief time. We did a few scenes at his house, but it was mostly with the group or at the club. We never could rent a room at the club either due to me being under twenty-one, which is something I know he wished we could do. Looking back now, I know that we weren’t right for each other.
"Do you want me to help you get dressed or do you want to do it on your own?" Brandt asks. He takes another step closer to me. He's still got about two feet of distance between us, waiting for me to give him a yes or no. After a second of deliberating, I nod. "Okay. Let's see what you brought."
I don't move from the bed as he pulls the bag to the edge and unzips it. My stuffie, an otter, is my favorite. It doesn't have a lot of stuffing in the body which makes it perfect for snuggling against my chest at night. He sets it to the side and reaches in for the next thing. It's a pair of green pajamas. A short sleeve shirt and pair of shorts that hit mid-thigh for me. They are the softest cotton and have dinosaurs all over them.
"These are cute, Ty." Brandt looks over at me with a true smile on his face. It helps me relax a bit. I watch him pull out the other small things I brought over. It's a few toys and a pair of training pants, also with dinosaurs. "Do you want to wear these tonight?"
"Are you okay with that?" I ask, looking up at him. He moves to take my hands in his and locks eyes with me.
"I've been looking forward to it, actually." His eyes never leave mine and he squeezes my hands. "Do you have a safeword if anything becomes too much?"
"I just use the traffic light system," I say. "Do you have a specific one?"
"It used to be Piglet. It's a long story, don't ask." He moves back to the duffel bag and moves it to the floor so just the stuffie and clothes are on the bed. "But we can do the traffic system."
Brandt gives me a moment to change my mind before he reaches for the hem of my shirt and directs me to lift my arms. He tosses my shirt into the open duffel and grabs the pajamas. He pulls the shirt down my body, his fingers brushing against my chest. I do have a thin layer of chest hair. It's not thick and is focused mostly across my pecs, but I like it. Brandt has chest hair as well. I saw it the last time we shared the bed together.
"Stand up, Ty. Let me get your pants off." My dick immediately reacts when he sinks to his knees to undo my pants and pull them down. He pulls my boxers with them. He smirks when my dick twitches with interest. Not that I'm expecting anything to happen sexually between us, but I'm hopeful that if tonight goes well, we can do something more.
I balance my hands on his shoulders while I step into the training pants. They're padded and soft against my growing erection. At least it hides it a bit, I think as he grabs the shorts and helps me into those as well. When he stands back up, he gives me a soft smile before reaching for my otter.
"Here you go. You hang tight while… I get changed." I didn't miss the hesitation in his voice and I know why.
"Can I call you Daddy tonight?" I ask, only a little worried about what the answer will be.
He drops his shirt to the floor and his smile widens. "Of course you can, Ty. You can call me whatever you want to."
I stand there and watch him get dressed in a pair of sweats and a slightly large tee. I admire the muscles and abs with his golden skin. He's gorgeous and I'm jealous. My own skin is fair, not tan but not pasty white. Definitely lighter than his, though.
"Alright, baby." He opens the door back up and we head back to the living room. I know we don't have a lot of time before I'll have to go to bed, but I plan on making the most of it. "What would you like to do first? We can play with the toys you brought or I can read a book?"
"Can we play?" I ask. "I like books, but they make me sleepy and I wanna play with you, Daddy."
Saying the word out loud sends a shiver of excitement through me and I can see the way it affects him too. "Let's get to playing then," he says. "I'll go grab your toys and we can also play with Fluff."
"Fluff!" I look around the apartment for him. I can hear Brandt, Daddy, chuckling behind me. I find the orange tabby in the kitchen, licking at his paws by an empty food bowl. I move slowly because I don't want him to scratch me again like last time, even if the band aids are cool. "Do you want to come play with me?"
He looks at me and lets out a small meow when I pick him up, but doesn't make any other noises so I walk with him into the living room. Brandt is already there, laying the toys on the coffee table.
"Okay, first rule for the night." He stands up and points a finger at the two of us. His tone is playful and I can't help but feel a giggle rising. "You two can play all you want, but when it comes to bedtime, I'm the one you're cuddling up next to."
"Yes, Daddy." I let Fluff down onto the couch and sit on the floor beside the table. I brought my action figures tonight and a few blocks. Brandt sits next to me, our knees touching. "Wanna play Rescue?"
"What's that?" he asks. I divide the action figures. I get the prince and horse while Daddy gets the one dressed like a soldier and the one with a long, black cape. I'm getting used to thinking of him as my Daddy and it makes me smile.
"We make up a story about needing to rescue the prince, but one of them is the bad guy."
"So who is the bad guy?" he asks. He holds both of them up.
"Umm, that one." I point to the one with the cape. "Because he can fly and bad guys always fly."
"Do I get to choose who wins?" he asks. I see him look between both options.
"Yes, but the prince also gets to choose who he wants to go with."
