20
Slade
It was a damn good thing Jack had invited me to move in with him last night. It was reckless and possibly one of the stupidest ideas I’d ever had, but after one night curled in his arms in the most comfortable bed I’d ever slept in, there was no way in hell I could return to my dingy apartment. I had felt all sorts of grown-up hanging out with Jordan and his Daddies. We’d gone from being a couple, hiding away from the real world, to socializing, and it felt good. I loved the way Jack sought me out, no matter where I was, always ready with a quick hug or kiss.
I even relaxed enough that I sunk into the role of host. I was still trying to figure out where everything was, but Jordan helped me whenever our Daddies needed something. Eventually, they told us to head down to the rec room and relax for a while. There had been a few tense moments when I felt like they were trying to cast us aside, but Jack quickly soothed my frayed nerves, telling me he wanted me to make myself at home.
The basement had been amazing. There was a huge TV mounted on one wall over a fireplace, a pool table, and even a couple of old school arcade games. It was possibly the first glimpse I’d had that Jack did know how to have fun. After playing all of the games, Jordan and I had curled up on one of the oversized couches and watched movies until both of us fell asleep. At some point, Jack had come down to carry me to bed. No shit, he actually scooped me up and urged me to wrap my arms around his neck. I did. It felt amazing, and I wanted to stay like that forever.
“It’s still early,” Jack pointed out. His voice was raspy, his words still slurred a bit from sleep.
“Why don’t you go back to sleep for a bit, baby?”
“That’s the weird thing,” I admitted. “I feel like I’ve gotten plenty of sleep. Now I have all this pent-up energy, and I want to do something.”
Usually, it was Jack trying to urge me into action, not the other way around.
Jack curled his arms tighter around my waist. “We have all day, sweetheart. Let me savor this a little bit longer.”
Well, when he put it that way, how could I refuse? I flipped over so I could rest my head against his chest. I laid there quietly, waiting to see if Jack’s breathing would even out as he drifted back to sleep. It didn’t. Part of me felt bad about that, because Jack probably wanted to relax on his day off.
The good news was, he didn’t have to get up and drive across town, so the two of us could spend the day together.
Jack let out an exaggerated sigh. “What are you so busy thinking about, sweetheart?”
“Can I ask you a question?” I propped myself on my elbows, bending down to kiss my way across Jack’s collarbones.
“If the question is whether or not I’ll let you suck me as a thank you for last night, then by all means,” he teased, giving my arm a playful tug.
“No, that’s not what I was going to ask.” I playfully swatted his chest, and Jack quirked an eyebrow. “I mean, I’m definitely up for that, but I’m trying to be serious here.”
“Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” Jack teased. He pushed himself upright and leaned against the headboard. When he lifted an arm, I wasted no time pressing my body against his side. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“Is it weird that I felt peaceful last night?”
“You’ll have to be a little more specific, Slade.” I closed my eyes as Jack continued combing his fingers through my hair. He slowed when he reached a tangled knot, carefully separating the strands before continuing.
“I mean, at the club,” I explained. “I can’t even explain what it was like, but as soon as Jordan and I went into the playroom, it was like something started to settle inside of me.”
“And what do you think that means?” I let out a frustrated huff. He was bad as a therapist. That’s what I was trying to figure out, and he was the one who was supposed to have all the answers. “Sweetheart, I have my own assumptions, but I want to hear it from you, first.”
“I don’t know,” I ground out, pounding my fist against the mattress. “That’s why I needed to talk to you about it. I’m not stupid, I have heard of age play before, and I know that’s what that room was built for.”
“Okay, and is that something you want to explore together?”
I shook my head quickly. “No, I didn’t care for some of that stuff. I mean, if other people are into it, cool, but that’s not me. But then there was other stuff that I wanted to sit down and play with, so what does that say?”
“You’re talking in circles, Slade,” Jack pointed out. “Why don’t we focus more on what you did like, than what you didn’t.”
“Okay.” That I could do. “Jordan and I used to hang out at my place playing video games, but it felt different when we were there,” I admitted. “Why?”
“I think that’s something that only you can answer, sweetheart.” He traced lazy circles on my chest. I arched my back when he got close to my nipple, and he withdrew. “Nope, we’re going to break the habit of using sex as a diversion tactic.”
“Aren’t you supposed to have all the answers,” I grumbled. “And, for your information, sex isn’t a diversion this time, but when you play like that and I know you still have morning wood, I’m going to take advantage if you let me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind but we’re going to discuss this first. Do you want to hear my thoughts?” I nodded. “And you promise you’ll hear me out before you interrupt me to tell me how wrong I am?”
I pursed my lips together. “I’ll try.” Both of us knew, damn well, I sucked at being patient.
