Like the Seasons

by Tymber Dalton

  Only two weeks since Ella had moved into an apartment in the same complex where Caleb’s had been, and it was still weird trying to get used to the fact that they could once again be naked whenever and however they wanted.

  Except he missed Ella being right there, and Lily.

  At least they were only a fifteen-minute drive away.

  Without speaking, Boyd walked over to Caleb, lay down with his head in Caleb’s lap, and sobbed as Caleb wrapped his body around him.

  * * * *

  They slept late Saturday. Boyd was happy to stay in bed, at Caleb’s begging, and let his boy take care of him. They didn’t have to be anywhere until early evening, when they were going over to Ella’s at seven to have dinner with her and Lily.

  For this morning, Caleb wanted to take charge, in a way. Allow his Sir to unplug and relax, especially upon finding out what he’d been up to yesterday and the emotional toll it’d taken on him.

  For now, when Boyd rolled over toward him in bed and draped an arm across him, Caleb’s cock immediately hardened. It’d become an ingrained reaction in bed, especially sweet weekend mornings like this.

  And he loved being Boyd’s pillow.

  Boyd’s lips pressed to Caleb’s flesh. “Good morning, boy.”

  Caleb had guessed right. Usually, on weekday mornings, he didn’t start off their day like that because they were both waking up and getting ready for work. Since they rode together nearly every morning now, that meant making sure they were both ready to go at the same time.

  “Good morning, Sir.” Caleb sucked in a sharp breath when Boyd bit his pec, hard, but he didn’t move, didn’t protest. He could take it. He’d taken far worse.

  And he loved every second of it.

  Boyd eventually released his bite, licking and sucking at the spot, soothing it. “Try again.” He changed places and bit down hard again.

  “G-good morning, Master.”

  “Not quite.” After soothing that bite, he picked a third spot. Caleb’s cock was throbbing, probably already leaking, another well-conditioned response.

  Oh, I’m in for a riiiide this morning. “Good morning, Daddy.”

  “Mmm-hmm.” Boyd lifted his head, his blue eyes crinkled in evil mirth at the edges. “That’s what I wanted to hear this morning,” he said. He shifted position, one hand sliding down Caleb’s abs, circling his cock and lightly squeezing.

  So much for him doing any kind of taking charge. Boyd knew what he wanted today, apparently had his plan in mind, and Caleb was now simply along for the ride.

  And would most likely be ridden.

  Knowing Boyd, probably ridden several times that day before they went over to Ella’s.

  Boyd’s grip on Caleb’s cock tightened. “I haven’t paid my boy much attention over the past couple of days. I’m going to make it up to you today. What do you say?”

  Caleb couldn’t help rocking his hips against the sweet tension of Boyd’s grip. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  Apparently, that was exactly what Boyd wanted out of him, making Caleb needy and borderline desperate as he thrust into Boyd’s grip, Boyd holding his cock just firmly enough to give Caleb a distracting amount of traction around his dick without getting him over.

  The deep chuckle rumbled through Boyd’s chest and into Caleb. Boyd slid his free arm under Caleb’s shoulders, turning him, pressing Caleb’s back against Boyd’s body. Boyd curled his arm and his hand closed around the front of Caleb’s neck, holding him firmly in place.

  Against his ass, Caleb felt Boyd’s hard cock riding along the seam, pre-cum starting to slick his flesh. “Feel that, boy? That’s for you. But I want to play with you a little first.” The hand holding Caleb’s cock tightened around the head, Boyd’s thumb gliding along the slit where Caleb was spilling his own fair share already. “And I think you want to play with me.”

  Caleb’s brain had swan-dived into the sweet subspace pool, all the endorphins kicking in as he gave in and gave over totally to Boyd. He hadn’t realized just how much Boyd had needed him this morning.

  A smile curled Caleb’s lips.

  I’m in soooo much fucking trouble.

  * * * *

  Last night, Boyd had needed to decompress, to purge, to think.

  The strength of his boy knew no limits.

  This morning it was time to pay back some of the energy he’d been given.

  He held Caleb’s throat firmly. Not enough to choke off his air, but that hair’s breadth past comfortable to give him the edge of fear and allow him to fall back into trust.

  Tension hummed through Caleb’s body against his, then relaxed as Boyd felt Caleb swallow.

  “Such a good boy for me,” Boyd whispered in his ear. “Such a very good boy.”

  Caleb whimpered, a sweet sound that hardened Boyd’s throbbing cock to nearly painful levels. A sound Caleb only made when deepest inside subspace, every cell in his body focused on Boyd and not pointed back inside his own head.

  No thoughts permeated Caleb’s brain at that moment except Boyd and what he was doing to him.

  Not his parents, not work—nothing but this.

  Boyd took his time teasing Caleb, not letting him get off, changing his hold to play with his balls, tease the head of his cock, smear his pre-cum down his shaft, then more thrusting in Boyd’s fist to drive his need up to the summit again. He lay there playing with Caleb like that for nearly thirty minutes, his own cock eager for attention. Except Boyd knew his boy had needed to unplug for a little while.

  Finally, he released Caleb’s cock, which coaxed another needy whimper from him. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” He reached behind him, by feel, and grabbed the lube from where he’d left it on the bedside table earlier when he’d gotten up to use the bathroom. One-handed, he slicked his own cock before getting more lube and working two fingers inside Caleb’s ass.

  That coaxed a very needy moan out of his boy as he pressed against Boyd’s body.

  “I know,” he cooed. He nibbled Caleb’s ear. “I’m going to make it alll better for you.” He fitted his cock against Caleb’s rim and didn’t even have to thrust. The other man did it for him, impaling himself all the way to the root.

  Boyd reached around him again, his hand now slick with lube, and clasped it around Caleb’s cock. “Make me come first, boy, then you can get off. If you come before I do, I’m going to lock a cage on you and it’ll stay on you all day while I edge you, and you won’t get to come for three days.”

  Caleb’s hips flexed even as he squeezed Boyd’s cock with his ass, clenching and milking him.

  Boyd settled in, nibbling on Caleb’s ear. “That’s it. I like it when you’re eager and desperate.”

  He loved the feel of Caleb’s body pressed along his, able to feel every muscle tensing, the heat from his flesh washing through Boyd’s soul.

  His man.

  His.

  If Boyd could get away with it, he’d lie there all morning and let Caleb desperately try to get him off. Except he wanted to come too much, and knew that he could probably get it up a couple more times before they left for dinner at Ella’s.

  “That’s it, boy,” Boyd raggedly gasped. “Almost there.”

  When Boyd’s orgasm hit he rode it, rode Caleb, now thrusting with him, burying his cock inside Caleb’s ass with a satisfied grunt. Then he rolled onto his back, pulling Caleb with him as he quickly fisted and stroked the man to his own orgasm, his hot cum filling Boyd’s hand as his moans rolled through him.

  Boyd eased his hold on Caleb’s throat, nuzzling his ear. “Such a good boy for me today.”

  Once they’d both caught their breath they untangled and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Boyd pulled Caleb into the shower with him, holding him under the spray, kissing him, loving the subspacey gleam in his boy’s sweet green gaze. The colors in his eyes always reminded him of spring, of growth and renewals.

  Of love.

  A constant he could count on to always be th
ere.

  “When are we putting up our Christmas tree, Sir?” Caleb mumbled against Boyd’s chest.

  That was something else—he hadn’t put one up since he was a kid. He had the small, ceramic Christmas tree with lights on it that his mom used to put up instead of wrangling with a real tree once he’d grown and left home. He’d always set that out and plugged it in.

  But this year was different. This year, he was with Caleb.

  And this year, they had Lily.

  “Let’s go buy one tonight after dinner,” Boyd said. “Take the girls with us.” Lily was too young to even care, and Ella had a small artificial tree she’d put up, one she’d had with her mom for years.

  “We need ornaments and lights,” Caleb said. “I don’t have any. And a tree stand.”

  “We can buy those on the way to find a tree. At least enough to get us started.” He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against the side of Caleb’s neck.

  Caleb’s cheek felt scratchy against his shoulder, morning stubble deliciously rough. “This is going to be the best Christmas ever,” Boyd said, feeling content in a way he never had before.

  “You can say that again.” Caleb smiled up at him.

  Later that night, after returning from Ella’s and the house now smelling like a pine forest, Caleb snuggled tightly against Boyd. They would decorate the tree tomorrow, after picking up the girls and taking them out for breakfast and shopping for more ornaments. Then back to Boyd and Caleb’s where all three adults could help decorate the tree.

  Fresh memories made.

  His first Christmas with his daughter, his granddaughter.

  His husband.

  So many firsts lay ahead of them, so many milestones to mark and make new memories around.

  The loneliness he’d felt for so many years no longer a thing.

  Looking forward to the future, Boyd drifted to sleep long after Caleb had, soothed by the sound of his boy’s slow and easy breaths in his ear.

  THE END

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