James shrugged. He didn’t want to be a bother.
“Okay, I’ll take care of it.” Jacob disappeared again.
Settling back against the plush cushion, James closed his eyes as the cartoon played at a low volume across the room. He’d seen that episode a dozen times but there was a certain comfort in knowing what would happen.
He didn’t know where his backpack had ended up. James was still carrying around the cape and action figure. No one else had seen it. James liked knowing it was there though. Even if he had moments of weakness, James was still a superhero.
Earlier that night he and Cal had run inside a burning building to make sure everyone got out. James had been the one to grab the twins and get them and their mom out of the apartment. The smoke had been thick. The heat from the fire several floors down noticeable. But when he’d seen the twin boys, James had known that he would sacrifice everything to get them to safety.
And he’d done so.
The mom hadn’t wanted to leave the apartment. James had convinced her while urging her closer to the emergency exit staircase. Outside he’d had to turn over the twins to Brad to look over.
Once they were certain that the complex was empty, James and Cal had joined Josh and the other guys fighting the fire with water. They’d tried their best, but the fire had burned hot. It would take a few days for the investigation into how the fire had started. James wouldn’t be involved with that. No, his work was done after the fire had been put out.
He’d still gone to check on the mother and twins as soon as he’d gotten the chance. Brad had insisted on taking the babies and their mom to the hospital even though he assured James they would be fine.
James had been the one holding the woman as she’d sobbed against his chest.
He still felt horrible that she’d lost so much. Cal had assured him that the woman would get the help she needed. Jacob had said the same. They obviously knew more about what assistance their community offered. That was something that James would learn more about just in case he needed to pass on the information next time.
“Hey,” Jacob said quietly.
James opened his eyes. “Hi.”
“May I join you?” Jacob asked. He’d set a wooden tray on the side table next to the couch.
“Sure.” James started to pull his legs up.
“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to scoot in behind you. That was I can hold you while making sure you eat and drink your water.”
His cheeks heated. That was something that James had been thinking a lot about lately. What it would feel like to have Jacob touch him for longer than a brief moment.
“You can say no,” Jacob hurried to say. “No pressure.”
What if James wanted some pressure? That wasn’t fair. He needed to tell Jacob what he needed. Communicate. “I’d like that,” he managed even if James found it hard to hold Jacob’s gaze. “You holding me.”
“Good boy,” Jacob said softly.
James knew his face would be even more red. It had always been hard to hide his blushing.
Jacob helped him lean forward before he slid behind James on the couch. James was pulled back against Jacob’s wide chest. James bit his lip to hide his smile. This didn’t feel like a Daddyand little thing. Maybe like a boyfriend thing. Not as awkward as James had expected.
“Is this okay?” Jacob asked.
“Yes,” James whispered in response. While he’d had sex plenty of times, James hadn’t had a real relationship. Boyfriends? A few in high school but no one that he’d ever cuddled with. And Jacob was totally cuddling him.
Being captured between Jacob’s legs, James could feel Jacob in an intimate way. He had to straighten the blanket down on his lap where it pooled. His own body was already reacting to the close contact.
“How about some water?” Jacob offered the bottle. A regular plastic bottle that again didn’t seem to indicate anything other than just hanging out.
James accepted the cold drink and gulped it down. Not only was he parched but it helped cool his libido. It was impossible to research any kind of kink without sex being involved. Even if age regression, the talk about sex was added.
Some littles didn’t engage in sex at all when they regressed. Others, like Michael, often didn’t care if they were big or little and often engaged in sex with their Daddies while regressed.
James wasn’t certain where he’d fall. He was learning that cuddling was a turn-on.
Jacob threaded his fingers into James’s hair, tugging lightly before starting to rub.
