“M-my comforter. Y-your hand in my hair.”
“Good, what else do you feel?”
I suck in a deep breath, blowing it out through my pursed lips with a longwhoosh.
“L-loved.”
He gives me a soft smile, as my vision marginally starts coming back to me. “You are, Brooks.” His thumb tenderly strokes my jaw, as he cups the side of my face. “There you are, baby. Lie back and continue your breathing. I’ll get you changed into something comfier.”
I do as he asks, letting him gently peel my clothes off of me. He folds my pants, and when he does, the note falls out of my pocket. He sets it on my night stand and then works on my t-shirt. When I’m down to just my briefs, he gently guides my legs into my ratty, hole in the buttseam, comfy pants.
He lies in the bed next to me and urges me over to him.
“C-can I try something to help calm me down?” I ask him.
“Sure, baby,whatever you need.”
My hand slides over his jersey pajama pants, until I’ve got his flaccid cock beneath my palm.
He huffs out a disbelieving breath. “You need dick…right now?”
I peer up at him, nervous about my next ask, fearing it’ll make me look impish, but something in me tells me he’s not going to say no to my ask—nor will he make fun of me for it. “Can I just… hold it in my mouth?”
He gives me a quizzical look. “You just want to hold my soft dick in your mouth?”
I nod.
He thinks on that for a minute. “Like a pacifier,” he muses. Then he gives me a little shrug. “I mean, that makes sense. Whatever helps you sleep, hun. You need the rest.”
On that, he hitches his hips up slightly and pulls down his pants to mid-thigh. I scooch down on the bed, resting my cheek on the top of his thigh, and slip his soft cock in my mouth. I feel him start to grow a little stiffer, probably because his member is confused, but when I don’t do anything other than just lightly suckle, it doesn’t get fully hard.
“This okay?” he checks in with me, running his fingers through my hair again.
I nod lightly, blinking up at him.
“I just want you to know, I’m tryingreallyhard right now not to pop a boner, because this isn’t about sex right now.” He winks.
My lips turn up in the corners, but I don’t let him slip from my mouth.
“I’m thinking about how crappy a job septic tank pumpers have. Met someone who does that once. He really knew his shit,” he jokes with a smirk.
I try to frown, scrunching my nose up. He sees the grin that escapes me anyway.
“I know, bad dad joke,” he hums, still stroking my head soothingly. “But hey, I didn’t spend seventeen years bringing up a kid just to not be able to tell them, right?” He chuckles to himself.
For a few minutes, we just make eye contact with one another. He watches me as I root on his dick, all the tension seeping from my muscles. A small smile rests upon his lips.
“You’re perfect,” he tells me, while I still lightly pull on him. “I know I say that a lot, but seriously, there’s not one thing about you that I don’t like. From day one, you’ve been like, I don’t know, this safe harbor for me. Seeing you, just now, on the verge of a panic attack—well, that scared the shit out of me, Brooks. Do you get them a lot?”
I raise my hand and give him the so-so sign.
He nods. “So this is probably going to sound totally inappropriate, and you can tell me if I’m wrong, but if you ever need to calm down, and you need to like, I don’t know, just suck on my dick like this—don’t be too nervous to ask.”
I nod and give him a thumbs up.
He grins. “I’ll shut up now, so you can sleep.”
He kisses two fingers and presses them to my forehead. I let my eyes flutter shut, and succumb to sleep while he lulls me there with his fingers caressing my scalp and me warming his cock.
