“First thing you want to check out?”
He shrugged. “If I’m staying over, then maybe.”
“I think it’s comfy. A full night of sleep is important.”
“Yes, it really is, but I do want to warn you, I move around a lot in my sleep.”
I laughed. “You’re warning me of this now? Oh no, well, we might have to rethink this.”
“No, Daddy,” he said, grabbing my arm. “I won’t move too much, I promise.”
Plucking the back of his hand away by the wrist, I pulled it to my lips and kissed it. “You’ll be trapped in a bear hug, even if your T-shirt doesn’t ask for it.” I placed another hand by his cheek. “You’re so warm. I was going to ask where your jacket was.”
He giggled. “Being in the kitchen all day, I like to feel the cold sometimes. Maybe not when it gets to winter, that shit’s freezing.” He looked up out of the car through the front window. “Are we going inside?”
My apartment was on the fourth floor. There were five floors to the building, and there was a lift, so we didn’t have to do too much walking. I carried both bags of groceries, getting more of a clue to what he’d bought. Cas’s only job was to carry that huge bear on his back.
In the mirrored lift, we could see each other, and it was nice to see us together. He leaned against me and tiptoed into a kiss on my cheek. “You’re cold,” he said, giving me another kiss. “That one was to warm you up.”
Once we reached the apartment floor, I had him reach into my pocket for the keys, but I didn’t know which one—both were bulging, one with a wallet, the other my keys, and both had ample space for him to dig around and giggle as he brushed by my cock. “Found them,” he said, pulling them out of my pocket. He definitely knew which pocket they were in just and wanted a feel—which I was happy for.
“It’s not much,” I warned him, and every thought I had earlier came back almost to haunt me with his words.
“You just moved in?” was his first question as he walked inside and turned on the bright hallway lights. “Oh my god, they’re bright.” He turned them off just as quick. It was still visible without the lights on, but it was the early evening and getting darker by the minute it seemed.
I led him through the apartment to the kitchen where he stared at me with the bright ceiling light on, revealing the lack of everything. I placed both grocery bags on the counter, and he gave me a hug. “What’s this for?” I asked.
“This place,” he grumbled against my chest. “You need me.”
“You’re right about that.” I hugged him, brushing my fingers through his hair. “I brought some things as well.” He pulled away like a force of nature, swinging the giant teddy bear backpack around his shoulder. “I figured you wouldn’t have stuff like this around.”
“Okay, what is it?” I asked, unpacking the bags. I was curious as to what he’d brought with him—ice cream, whipped cream, a plate, bowl, spork selection in the same pink-purple princess print. “Because I’m not sure if you can tell, but I don’t have an awful lot here.” I opened the fridge to reveal the beer, and he let out another giggle. “Hey, I don’t really spend much time here.”
“I think this is actually how I expected you to live,” he said, rummaging through the teddy bag which opened at the belly area. “Except, no pictures anywhere. I thought for sure you’d have some.”
“I do, I do,” I said. “They’re in the bedroom. The family that matters.”
He just stared at me still, no longer rummaging. “Is it just your sister?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s actually just two pictures. One of me and her as kids, and another of her family, which includes her husband and my niece and nephew, Lucy and Tucker.”
“Cute,” he said.
“You haven’t seen them yet.”
“I just know they’re gonna be cute.” He pulled out a small purple-ish ornament with a plug attached. “This is my nightlight. But it can be used as a lamp.”
“A night light,” I said, taking it and admiring how I could now see what it was—alongside it being in the shape of a unicorn.
“In case you didn’t have one.”
“And I don’t,” I said.
“Good. I might’ve wondered about all the other littles you’d had in your place, but seeing it, I don’t think you’ve ever had anyone here before.”
“And you’d be right,” I said, my thumb tugging at his bottom lip and chin, opening his mouth slightly. I kissed him. “You don’t understand what you’ve done to me.”
He stuck his tongue out and licked my mouth as I pulled away. I kissed him once more, this time trying to take his tongue into my mouth. “I might understand a little,” hegiggled.
