“That’s the whole point.” I chuckled, reaching down to squeeze his butt. “And Daddy’s got something to help with that a little bit.”
Ash bolted upright. If I’d had any lingering doubts, they would have vanished with that brilliant, slightly crooked, smile. He ran a hand down my chest. “My Daddy. My Jay.”
His everything.I didn’t say that out loud. My beautiful boy had me wrapped tightly around his little finger, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
“Yeah, buddy. I’m yours.” I cupped his face in my hands. “And I couldn’t be prouder of you right now. Are you ready to get dressed?”
Ash tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded. I could tell he was working hard to not say anything to show how worried he was. As long as he wasn’t calling himself weird or dumb, we could work through the rest.
I eased Ash off my lap and stuck the binkie back into his mouth. He looked so fucking cute sitting crisscross on his bed, the tails of his shirt framing his still hard dick. Hopefully, my first surprise for him would help hide that issue. I crouched down to open my bottom dresser drawer. All the way at the back, buried under my hoodie collection, I found the package I was shocked he hadn’t seen when I snuck it into the room.
I pulled out one of the pairs of training undies I hadn’t already packed for our weekend, and carefully tucked it into my back pocket as I turned around. “Scoot to the edge of the bed, buddy. Daddy’s going to get his boy ready for our adventure.”
“But I already got dressed,” Ash whined, looking down at his outfit. “You don’t like my big boy clothes?”
“I don’t want you pretending to be someone you aren’t,” I told him as I started undoing the buttons on his shirt. I briefly considered letting him keep the t-shirt underneath, but no. He needed his armor to get through this. Even though I knew what he wore didn’t matter to Mom, this wasn’t Chase. After sliding the button-down off his shoulders and tossing it on the bed, I gathered the fabric of his tee. “Hands up, buddy.”
The neck hole on the tee caught on his binkie, popping it out of his mouth. I caught it before it hit the floor and put it back in his mouth before dropping a kiss to the tip of his nose.
I pulled open the drawer I had helped Chase rearrange so his “little clothes” were all in one place. He opened his mouth to protest and I silenced him with nothing more than one quirked eyebrow. He folded his hands in his lap and started kicking the side of his bed. “You don’t have to hide, buddy. And no one will know why you’re wearing this outfit other than us. I want you to show them how cute my boy is.”
He smiled when I held up the bright blue shirt with all of his favorite characters on it. I wanted to put him in one of the pairs of shorts he unpacked and put in the dresser last weekend, but it was a bit cool outside. Instead, I grabbed a pair of black joggers. The combination was so neutral,no onewould know there was a reason for the choices but us. As soon as I had his character socks and his bright red sneakers, I was just about ready to get him dressed.
I pulled his undies out of my back pocket and held them up. I held them out of his reach as Ash tried snatching them out of my hand. He tried glaring at me, but the effect was lost when he giggled. “Are those for me?”
“Do you like them?” I asked as I kneeled in front of him. He stared down at me as I lifted one foot and then the other, standing as I pulled the thick briefs up his legs. He ran a finger over the bright red piping and waistband. He moaned when I reached inside to tuck his dick in a more comfortable position. And because I was a bit of an evil Daddy, I held my hand there, cupping his length as I spoke. “These will be better if you get sticky when you’re not supposed to. And they’ll hide your winky when you have naughty thoughts.”
“I won’t do that,” he promised breathlessly. I knew he didn’tplanon staying hard, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. I wanted to tease my naughty boy a little bit. “They’re perfect, Daddy.”
“Just like you.” I curled my hand around the back of his neck for a quick kiss before getting back to the task at hand. The spanking had put us behind schedule, and I didn’t want to keep Mom waiting. The sooner we ate, the sooner she’d leave, and I’dfinallyhave some time completely alone with my boy.
13
Chase
He’sokay with me calling him Daddy!
I was so excited that I didn’t have to be so careful, I didn’t have time to be nervous about meeting Jay’s mom and maybe seeing his uncle again. Jay was the best Daddy. He held my hand the entire drive across town to his mom’s, came around to my side of the car to open my door after parking on the road, and immediately grabbed my hand again for the walk to her front door. If he noticed how clammy my palms were, he didn’t mention anything. He simply leaned in and whispered, “Relax, buddy, she’s going to love you.”
He seemed so certain of that. On the ride over here, I tried imagining what my own parents would say if they came to pick me up at the end of the semester and I introduced him as my boyfriend. They knew, in theory, that I was gay, but it had always been not-so-subtly suggested that my gayness should be something that was known but never shown. I really hoped he was right.
There was no fanfare. No mother waiting behind drawn curtains watching our approach. No front door being thrown open before Jay could turn the knob. No ambush as soon as we walked into the house. It wasnotwhat I’d been expecting. Jay must have noticed my shock because he pulled me tight to his side and kissed my temple. “I told you there was nothing to worry about. Remember, I’ve been through this before. She’s a master at trying to play it cool so she doesn’t scare anyone. You only have to worry once she gets to know you a bit better.”
“What happens then?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
“Then she’s going to insist that you come home with me every weekend and she might make what she thinks are helpful suggestions, but they’ll scar you. But don’t worry, I’ll be here to protect you.” He guided me through the house, stopping to set down our bag and my backpack at the bottom of the stairs. I’d argued that Iwascapable of going forty-eight hours without my things, but Jay had insisted I should be comfortable.
“Jayden, is that you?” A friendly voice called out from the back of the house. Unless she had a friend over, it had to belong to his mom. She met us in the hall, and her expression went all gooey when she saw her son with his arm protectively around me. “Oh, and you must be Chase. It’s so good to finally meet you. Jayden can’t stop talking about the cute boy who landed at his doorstep.”
“Mom, stop,” Jay pleaded. His body tensed. I wasn’t sure why he was so uncomfortable. Iwascute, and I did all but fall into his lap. Nothing she said was wrong. “Don’t mind her, buddy. She’s trying to make a good impression.”
“I don’t mind.” It wasn’t until her bottom lip stuck out and her eyes went soft with that ‘oh, how cute’ expression only moms could pull off, that I realized she’d heard him call mebuddy. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. “It’s good to meet you. Thank you for letting me stay the weekend.”
“Sweetie, you’re welcome anytime,” she assured me as she turned back to the kitchen. “I have the sandwich stuff out. I hope my son warned you there’s work to be done this afternoon. I don’t expect you to do anything, of course, but I have to use my cheap labor while I have him.”
“I don’t mind helping.” I looked down at my outfit and frowned. I was wearing one of my newest pair of pants and my favorite shirt. If Jayden had told me ahead of time that we’d be helping her around the house, I would have asked for different clothes.
“Don’t worry. I have play clothes in the bag for you,” Jay whispered low enough only I could hear him. “I knew you’d want to make a good impression, so I didn’t dress you in them right away. We’ll go up to my room after lunch.”
