“So I’m not a freak?” His question was muffled.
“No more than I am.” I placed my hands on his shoulders and put enough distance between our bodies that I could see his face. “Do you think I’m a freak?”
“No.”
“Then why don’t you let me help you and we’ll see what happens,” I suggested.
“Okay.”
Instead of taking the clothes from me, Teo stood, holding his hands over his head. His knees bowed together as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. When he sucked that plump lip into his mouth again, I reached up to pull it free.
“Such a beautiful boy,” I praised him as I slid my hands under the hem of his shirt and up his sides. “Do you want Daddy to get you ready for playtime?”
He nodded but wouldn’t lift his gaze from the floor. I crooked a finger beneath his chin. “Tell me, Angel. You need to use your words.”
“I… I want you…” he stammered, stopping to take a deep breath before he looked directly into my eyes. Before he tried again, he stood a bit straighter, shoulders squared. “I want you to get me ready… Daddy.”
My dick, which hadn’t gotten the memo that today wasn’t about sex, twitched upon hearing the term of endearment hesitantly cross his lips.
Rewarding him, I lifted the shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor behind us. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, Angel.”
If this was more than me helping him discover his little side, I’d have leaned in to kiss those supple lips. As if he knew what I was imagining, he dragged his tongue over the skin.
While I turned to get the tee I’d picked out for him, I adjusted myself as best I could without drawing his attention to my discomfort. I wouldn’t—couldn’t—put him in a position where he felt pressured to do something he wasn’t ready for.
I expected Teo to balk when I tugged at the drawstrings of his pants. Every time I’d gone anywhere near his dick, he’d tensed, but his anxiety seemed to have eased with his limits having been discussed. I dropped to my knees, dragging the fabric down his legs. Looking up to check on him was a pleasant mistake; he wasn’t fully erect, but he wasn’t flaccid, either. My boy was getting into playtime. Too bad for him, I had rules of my own.
Ignoring his budding arousal, I lifted one foot, then the other to get his pants out of my way, repeating the action as I slid his undies over his calves and thighs. He groaned when the fabric grazed his cock, hips bucking ever so slightly.
“Nuh-uh, boy,” I scolded him. “You don’t get to change the rules after we start.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t… that just felt good,” he admitted.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I promised him. If he wanted, we’d talk more about how this made him felt later, but I could tell he was already sinking into his little side and I didn’t want to break that.
Instead, I led him back to the table and held the chair out for him as he sat. “Why don’t you color a picture for me?”
His eyes widened and a smile wide enough his face could’ve split in half appeared on his face. “How did you know I like to color?”
“Lucky guess.” Bradley used to say coloring was a way for him to tune out the noise in his head, which was an issue I suspected they had in common, but I wouldn’t tell Teo that.
“What are you going to do?” He looked up at me, his brow furrowed.
That was a good question. In the past, I’d have worked on getting dinner ready or my own assignments, but there was none of that here. I patted his cheek. “Don’t worry about me. I’m going to sit back down and relax for a bit.”
The crease in his brow deepened. “That doesn’t sound like much fun. You could color, too.”
I chuckled, loving that he was so concerned about my enjoyment. Eventually, he’d realize all I needed to be happy was seeing him at peace. “We’ll see. You find a picture to color and I’m going to go fill your cup.”
“And get my donuts?” The ten bucks I’d spent this morning had more than paid off to see his delight with the sugary treats. But he needed to remember his manners. I placed a hand on my hip and quirked an eyebrow. Teo pursed his lips a moment before amending his request. “Can you please get my donuts for me? I won’t make a mess.”
“Absolutely, Angel.”
The electricity roared back to life as I reached the break area. I checked on Teo, surprised to see his head still bowed, right hand moving rhythmically as he colored. The door to the apartment opened and I held up a hand to stop Denny and John. “Try to not disturb him. He’s having fun.”
“What the hell, Levi?” John hissed as he gaped at his friend.
“He wanted me to help him relax, so I did,” I answered.
