“It’s okay. I think you could probably use a few minutes alone.” Brandon dried Chase’s hands then gently rubbed his back. See, best Daddy ever, even though Chase wasn’t his boy. “Tell Jayden what happened. We can all sit down and talk about it tonight if you want. I’m sorry Matt surprised you. I told him it wasn’t our place to say anything.”
“So, you do know?” Chase’s voice broke like this was his worst nightmare coming true.
“We have our assumptions,” Brandon responded. “But it’s your story to tell. Until you’re ready, you don’t owe us anything. But if you do want someone else to know, we’re safe. Trust me.”
“I do.” That made me feel a little better. Chase looked over at me and then up at Brandon. “You can talk to us, too. Right?”
“Yeah. I think it’s past time for all of us to get things into the open,” Brandon admitted. He turned back to the stove. “Go, see Jayden. I’ll send Matt down when it’s time to eat.”
“Thank you, Brandon.”
“Anytime, buddy.” That time, I wasn’t so upset about Brandon taking care of Chase. It showed me that it wasn’t weird to him to deal with a boy who liked being little rather than just kinky. It eased the ache in my chest a bit. Brandon waited until the door closed behind Chase before turning on me. “I told you to be careful, Matt. What you did wasn’t cool.”
“I didn’t mean to, I swear,” I argued. I flopped onto the couch, tossing an arm over my eyes. “It’s hard knowing and himnotknowing. I forgot, and then it was too late, and now he’s upset and Jayden’s going to be mad at me.”
“It’ll be fine,” Brandon reassured me as he finished cooking the eggs. “I can’t promise Jayden won’t be upset, but he’ll forgive you.”
“I hope so.”
I tried to ignore the way Jayden took care of Chase when he joined us in the common area of the suite. The two of them were the real sweetness overload around here. Even though we could all see what was happening between the two of them, Jayden wouldn’t admit to being Chase’s Daddy.
It was strange because I’d heard Jayden and Chase in their room at night. They weren’t exactly quiet, so it wasn’t my fault. Jayden wastotallyChase’s Daddy in ways I hadn’t realized I might want a Daddy of my own to be. So far, Brandon was just the Daddy who told me what to do, punished me when I broke the rules, and gave me lots of treats—of the orgasmic variety—when I was a good boy. What the two of them had… That was some next level shit, and I wanted to find a way to be in on it. Okay, so notin on it,like being a part of what they did, but I was curious. Some of it I wasn’t sure about, but the other stuff…
I was totally to blame for the way my dick perked up whenever Jayden scolded Chase for touching himself. He called it his winky, and he begged so sweetly for Jayden to let him get sticky. It would have sounded weird to some people, but all it did was get me so hard I closed my eyes and rubbed one out while imagining it was me begging Brandon’s permission toget sticky. Brandon would be so mad at me if he knew how many nights I laid as close to the wall as possible, unable to stop myself from trying to hear what was going on in their room.
I hadn’t realized it before, but what Chase had was the piece I was missing. I wanted Brandon to hold me and say silly stuff while he made me masturbate for him. I wanted to feel like I didn’t have to be big when Daddy was around because he’d take care of everything. He was already the best Daddy in the world, but if we could try some other stuff, it would be even better. I wanted him to make me turn off the TV when it was time to get ready for bed and clean me up in the bathtub. Then, he’d put me in my pajamas and tuck me in, maybe even with story time before he finished his homework.
“You okay over there?” Brandon asked as he placed a bowl full of scrambled eggs in the center of the table.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I pushed up from the couch and took my place next to his.
“You were thinking awfully hard. Something on your mind?” He placed his hand on top of mine before he remembered where we were and pulled back. I hated that he still worried about being open around our roommates. It was stupid. None of them would give a shit, and if Jayden and Chase weren’t officially together, I’d eat one of Zach’s sweaty jocks. The shit I’d heard from their room wasn’t the type of stuff you did with a random fuck buddy. Plus, we weren’t exactly good at hiding it.
Maybe I could tell him I wanted more. It wouldn’t be so bad. If he wasn’t into it, then we’d keep on like we’d been going. It could work. It wasn’t as if I needed certain things in my life. Hell, for all I knew, I might try it and decide I hated it. The longer I thought about it, the more convinced I became that I was just a kid at heart and wanted to find a way to avoid the scary world of adulting.
Yeah, no sense rocking the boat.
I flipped my hand over, looking down at it until Brandon got the hint. I was tired of hiding shit from the guys. They were our friends and they wouldn’t have a problem with us hooking up. Hell, if they hadn’t figured it out already, it was because they weren’t paying attention. Besides, holding hands at the table wasn’t the huge announcement Brandon had wanted to avoid.
“Nothing important,” I reassured him.
“Are you lying to me?” I shivered when he narrowed his eyes on me. “You’ve been acting weird for a couple of weeks now and it’s making me nervous. I don’t want to screw things up and lose our friendship along the way.”
“We won’t,” I promised him. The best thing about Brandon was I knew he’d bend over backwards to make me happy. The worst thing about him was there was no doubt in my mind he’d do it, even if that meant doing things he wasn’t comfortable with. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that happened.
“And yet, you didn’t deny that you’ve been bottling something up instead of talking to me about it.” Ugh. I hated it when he pushed. But then again, I didn’t. I needed that sometimes.
Rather than answer him, I reached for the eggs and scooped a pile onto my plate. It was tricky since Brandon refused to let go of my hand, but I made it work. He squeezed my fingers tighter as I picked up my fork and started eating. The tension between us made it difficult for me to eat, but I did because Brandon wouldn’t let me up from the table otherwise. He’d hold me hostage until he knew I had something in my stomach because I sucked at remembering to eat lunch, and then I’d be famished by dinner.
When I finished, I pushed the plate away from me. “I have some reading to finish up before class.”
“Don’t forget to rinse your plate and put it in the dishwasher.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I responded sarcastically. Chase sputtered, choking on his orange juice. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Fine, so maybe I did have a bad habit of putting my dishes in the sink to deal with later, but did he have to call me out in front of our roommates? It was a damn good thing Zach hadn’t made it out of his bedroom yet. He’d love giving me a hard time about Brandon telling me what to do.
I didn’t even bother opening my backpack when I got to our room. When I’d invited Chase to play Pokémon with me after classes, it had seemed like a great plan. I’d open up by telling him about me—because we all knew I had a big mouth and no sense of boundaries, and then he’d know he could talk to me if he wanted to stop hiding. It had to be exhausting for him. Hell, I got tired just having to remember to not call Brandon “Daddy” and that was without the other things Chase didn’t know I knew.
But then, I’d upset everyone. And now, we were going to sit down, and everyone was going to clear the air and that should make me feel better, but it only made me feel even worse.
