Are we really going to do this tonight? Why not? He’s all I’ve wanted for years, but it should be more than a fumbling fuck on his sofa. I don’t know if Royal suddenly comes to the same conclusion as me, or if I’ve tensed up.
He lifts up and looks at me and blinks. The black of his pupils recedes, and the bright blue irises shine at me. “I think I got a little carried away then.”
“I’m not going to say I didn’t enjoy it, just maybe a little too much to do here.” I look around the room, then snigger. “The curtains are still open. Have we given the evening dog walkers a show?”
“Probably.” He shifts and stands up, walking over to the window and pulling the curtains closed. When he turns back to me, his hands are shoved deep in his front pockets. “Would you like me to take you back to your car?”
I think about this, and just because I didn’t think sex on the sofa was a good idea for our first time, doesn’t mean I want to go home. I’m not ready to leave him yet. “Can I stay? I don’t have to, but I like being here with you.”
His face lights up, his eyes sparkling. “Really? I know I got a bit carried away then, but I can behave myself. You can take the spare room if you’d rather.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary, Daddy. Thank you for offering.” Does he really think we can control ourselves enough to put me in his guest room. Fuck no to that with bells on, so why is he looking doubtful?
“We’re doing this?” His finger flicks between us. “Like for real?”
I nod and stand up to reach him. “We’re doing this. Us.” I wrap my hand around his nape and tug his head down so my lips can touch his. “I can’t wait for more,” I whisper against his lips, then kiss him.
We stay in control this time, and when we break apart, I take his hand and sit back down again. I pick up my wine glass and snuggle up next to him.
The time passes easily as we talk about our work, the house Finn and I are sharing, and most interestingly, Bound and a visit together.
“I’m sure when they see you’ve been claimed, Daddy, you’ll have all the littles broken hearted. Because I’m not into sharing.” I saw the way they all looked at him. I think he’s the unicorn of Daddies, maybe because he hasn’t committed to anyone there. “Why haven’t you had any relationships? They’re some gorgeous boys there, and they love you.”
“I don’t know. I never thought about taking anything any further; my scenes and playtimes have been enough for me.” He shrugs. He doesn’t get how loved he is. I wonder if this will turn the few friendly boys I’ve met against me.
“What happens if you decide that this, a relationship with me, is too much, and you want to go back to playing.” Shit, maybe I’ve got it wrong, and he doesn’t want me as a boyfriend but just as a little to play with.
“Stop thinking stupid thoughts, Memphis. Waiting until I found you makes sense to me. And yes, we’re boyfriends too.”
I tip my head up to look at him and scowl. “How did you know I was thinking that?”
“You’re still as transparent to me as you were all those years ago. I get you; I always have.”
It’s true he did always understand me, except for the one part that really mattered. He hadn’t worked out I was a little. “You didn’t know I was a boy, a sub?”
“I didn’t think of you as anything other than my brother, and yes, I know that was wrong. I was too busy trying to protect you from anything and everything that could hurt you. I wish I’d known that I was going to be the person that hurt you the most.”
“You couldn’t have done anything any differently. I doubt your dads would have let you have any kind of relationship with me. I was the baby.”
“It was still wrong of me.” He kisses the top of my head. Royal is then quiet. I imagine he’s overthinking the past. “Saint and my dads weren’t surprised when I said I’d seen you at the club and you were little. They’d seen it in you when you were living at the house.”
“Are your dads angry with me? I would like to see them again.” And it’s true, I do want to see them again, even if they’re still disappointed in me. I’d like the chance to apologise.
“No, they’re not angry. Pops wasn’t surprised you wanted a new start. They would love to see you again. We can go at the weekend if you’d like.”
I probably should go by myself. If we go together, it will become about Royal and me being together. How much is thatgoing to hurt his feelings? “Don’t you think it would be better if I went by myself.”
“Why would I think that? They’re my parents, Memphis.”
“And considering everything, aren’t you glad they’re not mine,” I snap back. He recoils as if I’d slapped him. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t necessary. I think if we show up together, it will all turn into you and me and not about my apology.” I can see that he doesn’t agree with me, but it’s not worth an argument, not now, not today. We’ve been through enough mind fuckery tonight. “Let’s sleep on it. My head is all over the place, and I want to just be here with you.”
“Is that my cue to take you to bed?” His eyebrows waggle at me.
“Yes, Daddy. That’s your cue. Your boy is tired.”
I clasp Memphis’ hand and pull him from the sofa. “This way.” I’ve fucked plenty of men, but rarely in my own bed. As much as we both want it, I know we’re not going to shag tonight. If we want this to be something more, we have to get to know each other.
Memphis lets go of my hand and gazes around the room. When his eyes reach mine, they sparkle. “It’s nice, very you.”
