by Sean Michael
He got to the house, and found Chrissy with the windows open, music playing.
“Hey, boy,” he called out as he headed for the kitchen.
“Hey there.” Chrissy was wearing a tiny pair of workout shorts and nothing else.
Jerusalem froze and nearly dropped all the ice cream. He swallowed around sudden thickness in his throat. “Hey,” he repeated.
“I’m working on laundry.”
“That’s cool. You’re looking very hot.” Like really. He thought this would be an excellent outfit for Chrissy for around the house on a full-time basis.
“Just skinny. Not like you.”
He flexed his biceps for Chrissy. “I think you’re hot. Come see what ice creams I got.” He hefted his bags.
“Oh my God! Those are all ice cream?” Chrissy followed him to the kitchen.
“Yep. All variations of chocolate or chocolate chip or chocolate ripple or three flavors with chocolate. I had fun.”
“You spoil me.” Chrissy wrapped around him, hands chilly on his belly.
“I thought we could have fun tasting them all.” And maybe they’d talk about his Daddy kink.
“You rock. Maybe one or two at a time?”
He chuckled. “You don’t want to taste all twelve at one go?”
“No. That’s overwhelming and you’re not appreciating all the flavors.”
“Smart boy. Okay. Let’s each choose one to taste test today and we’ll throw the rest in the freezer.” He might have been talking about ice cream, but his eyes were on Chrissy and all that lovely exposed skin.
“Chocolate chip?” Chrissy opened the freezer, the tiny nips going hard at the cold. The infection in Chrissy’s right nipple seemed to be clearing up nicely.
“Okay.” If his voice had gone rough with need, who could blame him? “I’m going to choose the chocolate with salted-caramel swirl.”
“Uhn. Yum.” Chrissy helped him put the rest of the ice cream away, and Jerusalem watched every motion. “Did you have a nice…meeting?”
“I did. My mind was on you a lot, though.” He wanted to touch.
“I wasn’t making trouble. I just needed a smoke.”
“I thought we’d agreed you weren’t going to smoke anymore.” It needed to be a rule. He thought they needed to start laying those down.
“You sort of said. I didn’t agree, really.”
“Wouldn’t you save a lot of cash if you didn’t have to buy cigarettes?”
“Well, sure.” Like it was totally reasonable that his boy do something stupid.
“So giving it up will help your wallet as well as your lungs.”
“You’re obsessed. I need to smoke.”
“You need to smoke? And you say I’m obsessed.” He slid his hands around Chrissy’s waist. “I think you need rules. I think you crave them.”
“Rules? Me?” Chrissy leaned into his arms. “I don’t do rules.”
“And how’s that working out for you?” He wasn’t being snarky—he really wanted to know what Chrissy thought about that.
“The same way it always has. I’m a fuckup. You know that.”
He swatted Chrissy’s ass hard. “I warned you what will happen when you swear.”
“Ow! Be nice! You asshole. Stop hitting me.” Chrissy pulled away from him, hands over his ass.
“You just earned another swat for calling me asshole. And I am being nice. You need some discipline. You need some rules. And you need… me.”
“I’m going to get my laundry. Leave me be.” Chrissy frowned at him.
“No. Stay and have the ice cream with me, and then we’ll talk. I think we need an open and frank discussion. Hopefully, the ice cream will lube said discussion.”
“No more spanking?”
“I don’t know—are you going to swear again?” He wasn’t going to promise something he couldn’t follow through on, and if Chrissy swore again, he would spank again.
“I don’t think so. I’ll try.” Chrissy stayed out of arm’s reach.
“I will only spank you if you swear, okay? Now come sit.” He patted his thighs.
“On your lap?” Chrissy came to him, close enough for him to grab.
“Absolutely on my lap.” He tugged Chrissy down and wrapped his arms around his boy. “Now I have you.”
“You’re warm.” It took a minute, but Chrissy finally melted into him.
“Well, you are nearly naked. I imagine it’s a little cold.”
“Not in your arms.” Chrissy blushed dark.
Oh, that deserved a reward. He gave Chrissy a slow kiss. “Thank you.”
Chrissy looked pleased, and he ran one hand along his boy’s spine.
“We fit so well together, don’t you think?” He opened the chocolate chip ice cream as he spoke, working the lid off before pulling back the plastic sheet beneath it.
“We do.” Chrissy handed him a spoon.
He took it and spooned up some of the ice cream, which he offered to Chrissy, holding it up to his boy’s mouth.
“Thank you.” Chrissy ate it with a happy little hum. That was really pretty.
He scooped up some more and offered it over, eager to watch Chrissy eat.
“You don’t want a bite?”
“Eventually. For now, I’m enjoying the way your tongue comes out to lick your lips every time you get a bite.”
“Flirt.” Chrissy took the bite with a moan.
His cock pushed against his jeans, beginning to be uncomfortable. “I try.”
Chrissy grinned and stole a quick kiss, teasing the hell out of him. He tried to capture Chrissy’s tongue between his lips to suck, but Chrissy was too quick. Laughing, he grabbed up another spoonful, and this one, he ate himself.
“Good, isn’t it?” Chrissy watched his mouth, licked his lips.
“Uh-huh. I bet the salted-caramel swirl one is even better.” He liked a touch of salty with his sweet, which he was sure this one was.
“Well, let’s try it.” Chrissy opened the container and grabbed the spoon.
He opened his mouth, doing his best baby bird impression, easily holding Chrissy on his lap. Chrissy fed him a big bite, watching him for his reaction. He smiled and hummed as the rich chocolate was cut by the slight salt in the caramel. It kept the whole thing from being too sweet.
“Oh, you like that.” Chrissy licked his bottom lip, playing with him.
“I like the hint of salt. Tastes like you.”
“Does it?” Chrissy stole a bite of his own. “I must be yummy.”
“You are delicious.” He took another kiss, his tongue slipping in for a taste.
Chrissy hummed softly, pressing closer to him. He deepened the kiss, holding onto Chrissy’s waist. His sweet, spicy boy. Chrissy gave himself up, so easily, so clearly hungry for him.
“You need more ice cream, boy?” He was happier with Chrissy on his tongue, but the ice cream had been promised in lieu of cigarettes.
“So what’s with the whole boy thing?” Chrissy took a bite of the caramel ice cream.
“Yeah, we should talk about that again. The whole thing, cards on the table. I’m a Dom—you know what that is?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’ve read a few books and stuff. Lick my boots and all.”
He chuckled. “That’s not my kink, but you’ve got the general idea. Most Doms call their subs ‘boy,’ and I want you to be my sub, to be mine.”
“I don’t know that I’m all that suited to it, and what does that mean, be yours?” Chrissy shrugged, looking so damn defeated that he wanted to hold his boy and make it better. “I don’t have anything to offer you.”
“You have yourself—the only man I’ve ever really wanted. And by mine, I mean my sub, my boy, my lover, my partner. There’s more than just me calling you boy, though. I need to tell you about my kink.”
Chrissy leaned back, focus snapping back to him. “Okay… Am I supposed to be nervous?”
“No, I hope you aren’t. We’re two lovers talking about our proclivitie
s, right? And isn’t that a great word?”
“It is, yeah. So we’re going to talk about what turns us on.”
“Yep.” He tilted his head, so curious as to what Chrissy wanted. Had Chrissy considered the question, or did he not think about it? “So what turns you on?”
“Normal stuff, I guess? I mean, I watch porn sometimes; I jack off.”
“What kind of porn do you watch? Is there something specific you gravitate toward?”
Oh, look at his boy blush.
“I—What?”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. I want to know what it is that makes you blush like that.” He squeezed Chrissy’s ass. “I’m going to tell you my secrets, so it’s only fair that you tell me yours.”
“I just…it’s just to rev me up. That’s all. Nothing serious.”
He rubbed their noses together. “So tell me what you watch to get revved up.” He’d bet it was something that dovetailed into his own kinks.
“I like to watch the hotter stuff, I guess? There’s videos for everything online. My favorite is this guy taking a big cock, and he just takes it and takes it.”
“Is the cock bigger than mine?” He hoped a little tease would help break the tension, put Chrissy at ease.
Chrissy chuckled softly. “About the same, to be honest. The guy’s just opening up to it.”
“Mmm. Sounds yummy.” He slid his hand around, finding Chrissy’s cock definitely taking an interest in their conversation. “I’ve got plugs too. Some of them are bigger than me.”
“I like a good vibrator,” Chrissy admitted.
“Good deal. I think it’s healthy to know what you like, what you need. To own it.” He wondered how big Chrissy’s vibrator was. He’d bet fairly large.
“Yeah. So…your turn.”
“Have you heard of Daddy kink?” He knew they’d talked a little bit about it earlier, or at least, he’d mentioned it, but he meant outside of that.
“No. I mean…no.” Chrissy looked uncomfortable, but not scared.
“Well, it’s where the Dom takes care of his boy. Love, care, and discipline.”
“Takes care? What does that mean? You already do a lot for me, man.”
“I do. It would be more of the same. There would be rules, like no smoking. There would be punishments if you broke the rules.”
“Oh….” Chrissy actually looked crushed.
He touched Chrissy’s cheek. “What is it?”
“I suck at rules. You know that, honey. I suck at following rules.”
He gave Chrissy a warm smile. “But think of how much fun we could have with the punishments. And I mean that.”
“I don’t understand.” Was that hope in his boy’s face?
“I’m talking sexy, sensual, hot punishments. Like spankings. Like being denied coming. Trust me. That is way more fun than it sounds. Like having to lick my boots.” He gave Chrissy a wink.
“Shut up. Now you’re messing with me.”
“Well, as your Daddy, if you’re into licking boots, it’s my job to make sure you get to do it.”
“You…you don’t think it’s weird? A grown man calling another one Daddy?”
He met Chrissy’s gaze straight on. He wasn’t ashamed of his needs. “It makes me hot.”
“So…you’ve been doing this? I mean, for a while?”
“I’ve been making myself ready. Learning, practicing, spending time with like-minded people.” They both had pasts, what was important was they were both here, now.
“Making yourself ready for what?” Chrissy turned away and took another bite of ice cream.
“You.”
“Don’t lie. You didn’t know I was coming.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me for all of my life, Chrissy.”
“I—” Chrissy teared up. “Don’t say that. I’ll mess up…”
“Shh. I didn’t say it to upset you. I said it because it’s true.” He hugged his boy tight. “And everyone messes up, Chrissy. You think you’re the only one? You are not. Trust me.”
“I—I feel like it, man. I feel like a fuckup.”
“Well then, maybe having someone to be accountable to will help. You get punished for your fuckup and then put it behind you and move on.” It sounded way better than constantly chastising yourself to Jerusalem.
“It’s not that easy, is it?” There was that terrible hope again.
“Why not?” It really was that simple unless they chose to complicate it.
“So…what? What do you get out of this? I’m a loser at best, and a deadbeat at worse.”
“You need to stop talking about yourself like that, because you’re not going to convince me it’s true and it just makes you feel bad about yourself. In fact, it’s going to be a rule when we get to those. And what do I get out of this? I get you. I get to exercise my kink. I get to take care of you, and I get off on that. I get a full-time lover, a boy.”
“Your boy, huh?” Chrissy shrugged, the motion unsure. God, Jerusalem loved those pretty eyes, the way they clung to him.
“You heard of a safeword?” Jerusalem thought that might interest Chrissy.
“Yeah. Yeah, red light. I don’t want to have to use one.”
“But would you feel more comfortable if you had one? It doesn’t matter if you never plan to use it or never even use it—it’s good to know it’s there.”
“I guess. Yes. I don’t know…yes?”
“Then let’s have a safeword. Do you like red light or do you want something else?”
“That’s fine?” His boy was nervous, he could see it, hear it, but nervous wasn’t furious, nervous wasn’t running away. Nervous was expected.
“There’s a good place to start then. Red light it is. You know how to use it if you need to?”
“If I want you to stop.”
“If you need me to, yes.” There was a difference, and he needed Chrissy to understand that.
“Yeah. I—if I need you to. I don’t know about this.”
“What’s bothering you about it?” Better to assuage Chrissy ahead of time if he could.
“I don’t know how to be a—someone’s—boy.”
“How about just being you?” That’s who he wanted, not some mythical boy.
“I can do that.” Chrissy fed him a bite of ice cream, not meeting his eyes.
“But…”
“But I’m scared I’ll fuck this up. Hell, I don’t even know what this is, exactly.”
“First of all, fucking up is going to happen. I’ll punish you and we’ll move on. That’s it. That’s all. And second—how about we give it a try—learn as we go.”
“I—You’re sure?”
“I wouldn’t have brought it up if I wasn’t.” He could hardly believe it. Were they really going to give this a try?
“And if it doesn’t work, we’ll still be friends?”
That one was easy. “I will never turn my back on you, Chrissy. No matter what.”
“Okay, I guess. I’ll try to be yours.”
“Oh, I think you already are. You just need to believe it.” He tugged Chrissy back in and took a kiss, pushing his tongue into Chrissy’s mouth.
The ice cream made his boy taste sweet as sugar, and the idea that he was going to shave that little goatee—and the rest of his boy—made it all the sweeter.
He sucked on Chrissy’s tongue for a moment, before breaking the kiss and leaning their foreheads together. “You wanna have some rules?”
“No spanking?” his boy tried.
Jerusalem chuckled. “If you don’t follow the rules, one of the punishments is spanking, so I’m not going to say no spanking.”
“Well, that’s no fun. Spankings suck.”
“Really? You don’t find them at all exciting? Hot? Sexy? I don’t think you’ve had the right kind of spankings.”
“Every spanking I’ve had as an adult has been with you, Salem.”
“Well then. We just need to get it right.” He gave Chriss
y a wink. “Rules?” He had a few in mind right off the top of his head.
“I—what do you expect me to say?” Chrissy fed him another bite. “I don’t know how this works.”
And he was the Daddy, wasn’t he? He was here to make his boy’s life easier, make those decisions and help his boy to be fulfilled.
He jumped in with both feet. “Rule number one. Boys don’t bad-mouth themselves.”
“Or what?”
“Or you get punished, boy. And I choose the punishments.”
Chrissy rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything.
He would just keep going. Chrissy would eventually get it. “Rule two. Boys don’t smoke.”
“But…” Oh, Chrissy heard that one.
He raised an eyebrow. “That’s the rule.” He knew this one was going to suck for Chrissy—his boy was hooked on the nicotine. But he was more than willing to help Chrissy kick the filthy habit.
“How about don’t smoke in the house?” Chrissy started to pull away, and he kept his boy close.
“No, that’s not the rule. It’s boys don’t smoke. Full stop.” He held on, arms looped around Chrissy.
“I’ll try, okay? I’ll try. Is that it?”
He held his chuckles back. Those were just the important ones.
“I think you can handle one more and then that’s it, for now. Rule three—boys don’t swear.” He was going to enjoy giving Chrissy a swat for every swear word that came out of Chrissy’s mouth.
“You’re obsessed. I swear. Are you done with the ice cream? I’ll go put it away.” Chrissy was uncomfortable, unnerved, but he wasn’t running away.
“Yeah, I’m good. Thank you very much. Then I think we should go back to the bedroom and make love.”
“I’m not sure I’m in the mood. I’m…I don’t know.” Chrissy stood and headed for the fridge, panic written in his boy’s shoulders.
He knew this was huge for Chrissy—and it wasn’t even the Daddy kink thing. It was settling in. It was having rules. It was his faith that Chrissy wouldn’t ruin things. He got up and followed, wrapping around Chrissy from behind once the ice cream was in the freezer.
He buried his face in Chrissy’s neck. “You aren’t doing this alone. You’ve got me to lean on, to turn to.”
“I don’t want to fuck this up. I’ve loved you my whole stupid life.”