I felt the steps he took across the room. My weight shifted against him and in his hands as he sat, taking his hands away from my bottom and setting me on his thigh. Both my legs now hung over his other thigh.
I sighed and held onto him as if this might somehow be real. I knew better, but for now couldn’t I have this? Please?
4
Preston
When I picked up Sage his body slotted into mine as if it knew me. I supported his ass as he leaned in and hugged my neck, his legs around my waist. He smelled like crayons and strawberry shampoo. His straight blond hair softly tickled under my neck.
I was used to another world in the past decade. Strong men’s hair products and expensive woven fabrics. The sterile bleach scents of high polished floors, desks, windows and counters at work. My firm was successful and the offices showed that in glimmery efficiency and luxury.
My past kink experience was mostly leather and firm-muscled sweat. And of course, the scent of sex all over.
This was different. Softer but still male. Warm and safe and peaceful. I wanted to hold Sage and was glad when he refused to go into the crib and allowed me to take him to a plush chair to sit and hold him in my lap.
He was pressed hard into my chest. I wondered if he could hear my excited heartbeats.
Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. My encounters with men involved talking. I didn’t jump into bed as fast as some might’ve liked. I liked to know a few things first.
But this was just holding. And breathing. And being with another human on a new level for me. Intimacy but no talking. So strangely beautiful.
I couldn’t track time as we sat together in silence. I could only think of this moment and not wanting it to end.
Sage’s breaths had been heavy at first. Now they slowed as if he’d fallen asleep. My instinct told me otherwise. He was aware. He was exactly where he needed and wanted to be.
That was fine with me. I’d stay as late as possible if I could keep this precious boy for even a few more seconds.
I noted I’d left my drink on the coffee table. One of the daddies brought it over to me but I shook my head. He set it on a table by the chair.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, drifting. There had been things at work that had been difficult and time-consuming. All that stress faded away.
Sage was warm and my palm made slow circles on his back. My other arm wrapped around his waist.
If anyone had ever told me I’d meet a guy like this, I would’ve said no.
People left us alone. In any kink club they would have seen this as a private moment. If they watched us, I didn’t care.
I couldn't say how much time passed before Sage’s friend came up to us. He asked me if Sage was all right. I wasn't sure it was proper for me to answer for him so I spoke softly to the boy in my arms.
“Sage, are you awake?”
He stirred a little.
“Your friend wants to know if you're okay.”
He let out a long breath. “I'm okay, Very.” His whispered words sounded sleepy.
“That's good. I'm glad.” Then his friend went hopping off while clapping his hands.
I was glad to see that Sage had people he knew here who looked out for him. I was the stranger in this scenario. This was his territory.
“Sage, are you thirsty? Would you like a drink?”
His eyelids fluttered as he shook his head. He said, “You’re warm.”
I smiled. “That’s good, right? You’re not too hot?”
“Not hot.”
