“And before then?”
I give a half-shrug. I’ve still got the plug in me and I’m sort of wondering if I should take it out, but it seems like a lot of work right now when I could be just lying here and letting Logan pet me like a kitten. Soft, delicate strokes whisper up and down my side. Like he’s afraid he’ll hurt me if he’s too rough with me.
Which is a total contrast to how hard he fucked my face earlier. I could get used to this. Probably shouldn’t. Logan will surely get tired of me disrupting his carefully ordered life soon.
But this weekend was his suggestion, so I’ll just enjoy it as long as I can.
I turn over halfway and open my mouth to say something, but Logan shushes me. “It’s all right, baby boy. You’ve clearly not been getting enough sleep. You take a nap.”
He rolls me back onto my side and his warm hands stroke down my back before he pulls my ass cheeks apart and slowly tugs the plug free. He cleans the residual lube with another wet wipe and I flinch a little because it’s kind of cold, but he’s quick about it. Then he tucks me under the sheets and blankets.
“Will you stay?” I murmur, already on the edge of sleep, and he kisses the side of my head.
“Of course, baby boy. Until you’re asleep.”
There’s rustling behind me and then Logan slips under the covers, the soft cotton of his undershirt and boxer briefs nice against my bare skin. He fits himself behind me, spooning me, and drapes a heavy arm over me. I take a deep breath of Logan’s scent surrounding me, from his sheets and pillows to the smell of his shampoo and warm skin, and let myself fall asleep.
Fifteen
Silas
When I wake up, I’m alone in bed and the angle of the pale winter sun through the curtains suggests it’s late afternoon. How long have I slept?
I sit up and look around the bedroom. Logan folded my jeans and his long-sleeved shirt on the top of his dresser. I put them back on and head downstairs.
Logan’s in the living room, pretty much where he was when I knocked on his door last night. He’s got his reading glasses on again and his laptop balanced on his thighs. He looks up immediately when I enter the room.
“There’s my boy. Did you sleep well?”
I nod and rub a bit of sleep crust from my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” He shifts the computer from his lap to the coffee table, takes off his reading glasses, and sets them next to the laptop.
“For wasting part of our weekend together. I just haven’t been sleeping well lately, so I guess between that and the orgasm…”
“Don’t apologize for needing sleep, Silas. You need to take better care of yourself.”
You’re not my dad, is the first thing that pops into my mind. But isn’t that what I said I wanted from Logan? Maybe I only want to call him Daddy during sex after all. I’ve been calling him Daddy a lot since I’ve been here, but we’ve mostly been doing sex-related stuff, even when doing other, normal things, too.
Although he made me sit and do a jigsaw puzzle with a cage on my cock and a plug up my ass. That’s not exactly normal.
Or maybe it is, for Daddies and their boys. How the hell would I know?
I’m too groggy from my nap to process all this right now.
“Drink some water, Silas, and we’ll make dinner in a bit.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” I say, aloud, the words slipping out almost without my meaning to say them.
Logan pauses in the act of reaching for his laptop and looks up at me. “We agreed that I would be, didn’t we?”
“For the weekend, yeah. But—”
“But what?” Logan settles back against the couch cushions and folds his arms over his chest. “Are you red?”
“What?” Oh, right. His stoplight system. Red for stop. Do I want to stop?
“I’m not a kid. I can decide for myself when I want to drink water.”
