“Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Mmmphm,” he grunts, then closes his eyes again. “Still dark outside.”
“It’s almost seven,” I tell him. I’m usually up and dressed by now, getting ready to drive back to the city for the week. The sun’s about to rise, though the dawn is obscured by gray clouds. We’re due for a couple of inches of snow today, which is all the more reason to play hooky from work and go with my new plan for the day.
Silas’s nose twitches. “Is that coffee I smell?”
I kiss the tip of his nose. “Mmm-hmm. Sit up and you can have some.”
He squirms his ass into my hand instead and I squeeze him hard again. “You don’t really want a spanking instead of coffee first thing in the morning, do you?”
He lets out a gigantic, put-upon sigh, but pushes himself upright and lets the covers fall into his lap. “No, Daddy.”
He makes grabby hands toward the coffee and I hand it over to him, then settle my back against the headboard, my own coffee in hand. His hair is sticking up on one side and there’s a pillow crease on his cheek. He’s the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. And he’s mine.
He takes a few sips of his coffee, then slumps down against the pillows, drawing his knees up and cradling the mug against his stomach. “I guess you have to go to work today, yeah?”
He looks utterly despondent, and it’s not nice of me, but I can’t help chuckling. “We’ll have plenty of time to be together, sweetheart. You can’t be jealous of my job.”
He gives me a look from under his bangs. “Wanna bet?”
“I should punish you for your disrespect,” I say mildly. Silas’s morning wood twitches and I shake my head. “But, as it happens, I have other plans for us today.”
Silas squirms out from under the covers and puts his coffee cup on the nightstand, then gets on all fours and waggles his ass in my direction. “Ooo, goody. Spankings? Tying me up again? Fucking me?”
I do smack his ass, though only once, and he rocks forward from the strength of it, then settles back with a low groan.
“We’re going out for breakfast, then getting a Christmas tree.”
Silas swings his head around quick enough to unbalance him and he lands on the cheek that I spanked. He winces, then lifts up and rubs it. “We’re what?”
“Going out for breakfast, then getting a Christmas tree,” I repeat. “There’s a tree farm I go to every year.”
“Wait, out for breakfast? Like in public? Together?”
“Of course. We can’t spend the rest of our lives in bed.” I reach for his cock and slide my fingers along the underside until his balls are cupped in my hand. “Might cage this, though, to remind you to behave.”
Silas lets me fondle him, even as his eyebrows draw together. “A Christmas tree? Don’t you usually wait until Christmas Eve to do that? With…um, Lance?”
I tell him about my conversation with Lance and how he’s spending Christmas with his mother. “An opportunity to create some new traditions,” I finish. “With my baby boy.”
I tug him toward me and he comes forward willingly enough, even if his expression is still hesitant. I rest the hand holding my nearly-empty coffee mug on the pillow next to me and cup his face with my other hand. I kiss him until his face softens and his cock hardens, as does mine.
When Silas pulls back, his lips are puffy and wet and his eyes are shining. He squirms backwards a few feet and reaches for the waistband of my pants.
“We’ve got time for a little breakfast in bed first, though, right, Daddy?”
I let him take my cock out and position his parted lips just above the tip. He flicks his eyes up at me, waiting for permission, like a good boy.
My very good boy.
“Yes, baby,” I say. And I give him everything he asks for.
Epilogue
Silas
Holy fucking shit, I can’t believe this. I’m sitting in a center orchestra seat, in the third row, at the freaking Lyric Theatre, and it’s opening night of my musical.
