Tuck & Run: A M/M Age-Play Daddy Romance (Club Deny Book 2)

by A. W. Scott

  “Really?” His voice tells me he doesn’t believe me. He rotates on the couch, his legs lifting up to lay on the cushion between us. “Alright, then. Go.”

  If nothing else, this man is going to learn that I absolutely mean what I say when I talk about movie trivia. He brings a bite to his mouth as I face him, repeating every word that’s said on the screen.

  I keep up the act for the rest of the scene, then take a big bite of my food, proud of my success. He places his bowl in his lap and slow claps for me.

  “That was impressive, Little One. What other hidden talents do you have?”

  “Let me finish eating, then I’ll show you. I have an entire night planned for you.”

  I face the tv again, working through my food in a pace that hopefully looks normal. My excitement to spoil him has me wanting to shovel the food down.

  Finally finished, I put my dish away. Daddy has become entranced by the storyline on the screen. He even startles when my hands move to his shoulders as I stand behind him.

  Gently, I move my fingers in small circular motions, careful not to press too hard. He lets out a moan, then leans his head down to give me more access.

  “You’re going to miss the movie like that,” I tease.

  “This is much better than the screen. Plus, I can always watch that later. I want to enjoy your touch.”

  I hum my agreement while I test out a stronger pressure. He grunts, his muscles loosening more than before. I smile to myself, pleased that I could give him this enjoyment.

  Right before he drifts to sleep, I move around his body. He mumbles a bit in protest, but mostly hangs loose while I take his bowl away.

  I push the table away after setting the food on it, then I move to the floor to sit with my legs crossed. Lifting his pants leg up, I slip his shoes and socks off. With the same soft pressure from before, I gently run circles on the bottom of his left foot.

  You would think I punched him with the way he reacts. The sleepy demeanor is gone and he’s suddenly more awake.

  “What are you doing, Little One?”

  “Taking care of you, Daddy. What does it look like?” I smile at him coyly. It’s not sexual, but it does let him know that this is meant to be submissive to him while I’m pseudo leading the evening “Now tell me a time when you were happy. Just close your eyes and describe everything. Don’t leave a single detail out. I’ll stop when I’m done.”

  I pout at the end to give it a bit of flair.

  “If that’s what you want, I’ll oblige you.”

  He leans his head back and closes his eyes like I instructed. His voice is soft and joyful as he goes into a tale about when he was a young boy. The story has many ups and downs about an imaginary adventure he went on with his friends and cousins while they pretended to be pirates. He was the Captain, meaning he had to make the tough decisions.

  “Did you make anyone walk the plank?”

  He chuckles. “I did. It was one of my female cousins. I was still of the belief that girls had cooties and should be separated from the boys. The teasing I gave her when we were younger bit me in the ass much later in life.”

  “How so?”

  “When I came out, I was adamant about trying all of the things. I went through a period of time where I wore women’s underwear and attempted makeup.” I stare up at him, my hands freezing. He looks down at me with a cheeky smile. “That interests you, Little One?”

  “Not necessarily. I’m trying to picture it, but I can’t imagine it.” I tilt my head, my eyes roaming over his torso as I envision a corset covering his body. “Would you ever dress up for me?”

  He raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity. “I’d be willing to if you thought you might like it. While I enjoyed the clothing, I found the makeup a bit tedious. The cousin I’d accused of having cooties eventually taught me some tricks. In the end, it wasn’t something I wanted to continue long term. I still have a drawer with a few pieces that I occasionally sleep in because of how comfortable they are.”

  I swallow thickly, my arousal growing between my legs. “I’d very much be interested in seeing that one day, Daddy.”

  Unable to stop myself, my hands move up the back of his leg as I begin to massage his calf. His muscles freeze, then begin to shake. The groan he releases brings my erection to full attention. I release one hand to palm my cock in an effort to calm myself.

  Seeing him this turned on has me wanting to give him more. I move to a kneeling position, watching as his eyes remain closed tightly. He’s fully lost in pleasure from the hand still massaging his leg.

  I ease the hand back, then move to open his pants before he can stop me. Still in a lounging position, he doesn’t realize what I’ve done until I have him almost fully exposed.

  “You don’t have to -” he begins.

  “But I want to. I really, really want to. Please, Daddy.” I whimper while pulling down the band of his underwear. His cocks bobs free, waving between us and drawing my attention away from his expression.

  My mouth waters with the need to taste him. Cautiously I lean forward, my tongue poking out the closer I get. The first feel of his skin against my tongue has me wanting to thank the universe for every single event that led to this moment. The second has me ready to pledge allegiance to whatever cause is needed to keep him mine.

  All restraint fails me after that. I push my mouth over the head, then dive as far as my mouth will allow. Considering I don’t have a gag reflex, that’s pretty far.

  “Fuck! That feels amazing!” I hear Daddy’s voice shout out above me. I tilt my eyes up to him and what I find has me reaching down to release my own cock.

  I keep eye contact with him as I rise slowly, keeping only the head between my lips. My hand strokes down the length of my own body as I push back down over Daddy. We both moan at the feel, our arousal synced with my focused movements.

  Patience I didn’t know I had keeps me from going any faster than the steady rhythm I set when I started. Daddy fidgets constantly, his control warring with his want for me to continue.

  “Yes, Little One.”

  “So perfect.”

  “God! That mouth is a fucking dream.”

  “Can’t wait to fill your tight little ass with my seed again.”

  The words he grunts cause me to come, my cock swelling and releasing underneath me. A moan flows from me as the climax crests. With Daddy buried in my throat, he feels the moan rumble around his length.

  “Holy shit,” he shouts. His fingers tug my hair as his release coats my throat. I swallow it down as best I can while coming down from my own high.

  When I feel him sink back into the couch, I pull back slowly. We both shiver at the loss of contact.

  I climb into his lap, both of your pants still undone and lowered, but neither of us caring. My head tucks into his neck, the need to be as close as possible making me want to burrow into him.

  “You wore me out, Little One. What do you say to us heading to bed now? I’ll be waking you in a few hours anyway. I won’t be able to go long without being inside of you again. I think we could both use a quick nap to recuperate.”

  “Sounds perfect, Daddy.”

  I rise from his lap, then hold my hands out to him. He places his in mine, then indulges me by letting me help him up.

  We move down the hall to my bedroom, our clothes falling off the closer we get there. Fully naked, we climb into my bed, our bodies molding together like two perfect puzzle pieces.

  “Thank you for taking such good care of me, Little One. I don’t ever recall a time someone paid me such attention. You made me feel special in a way I didn’t know could be done.”

  “You’re welcome, Daddy. You deserved it.” He kisses the top of my head, then moves us to where I’m in front of him, with his body cocooned around mine. I feel his breath on my neck, the soft puff of air letting me know he’s settling down for the night.

  Just before I drift off, I hear him mumble, “I want to keep you. Forever may not even
be enough for what I want from you, Little One.”

  Chapter 17

  Patrick

  His smell hits me first.

  Then I feel him trying to break free from my arms. I grunt as I tug him closer to my chest. “Where are you trying to go, Little One?”

  “Potty. Need to go. Morning,” he grunts the words while trying to pry my arms free.

  I loosen them enough to let him free. He bounds from the bed, his legs sprinting over to the bathroom.

  A laugh bubbles out of me at the sight. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab my phone to check the time. It’s early enough for what I’d like, so I call out to him to make sure he knows the plan. “We’re going to get something for breakfast, Little One. You can pick.”

  Lumbering from the bed, I grab my clothes from the day before. It’s not the most ideal situation to rewear them, but thankfully they don’t look too rough. I’ll have enough time to change later before I get to work. For now, I want to enjoy a quick bite with my boy before we both have to start our day.

  “Yes, Daddy. I’ll get a shower to be all clean.”

  The image of him covered in bubbles with his head thrown back as he strokes his cock has me rising and rushing into the bathroom. He smiles at me from the sink where he’s brushing his teeth. His look tells me he knew the effect his words would have had on me.

  “Little minx. Maybe I should call you that sometimes,” I question as I press into him. We’re both still naked and I can see his erection matches my own from the reflection in the mirror.

  “We don’t have time. I want to try the place from the picnic that I missed out on. Lewis ranted and raved about it when he came to see me that day. If we get started, I’ll never get my breakfast before heading to work.”

  I agree and we make it through the shower with only a hand job. Fully dried off, I slip on my clothes. Fully dressed, I watch Tucker try to pick out something to wear for his day.

  While watching him, my eyes wander about his space more to take in his surroundings. There’s small traces of the Little part of him tucked away, but overall not much. A few small figures on the dresser. An art piece that’s clearly cartoonish, but could also be mistaken for something more abstract. A fluffy blanket and a ton of pillows.

  It’s with clarity that I realize I haven’t given him the last bit of freedom he needs to find. We’ve settled his hidden emotions and his sexual appetite, but there’s another area that needs the release as well.

  “Little One? Can you come here a moment?” He turns, his face concerned at my tone.

  “Yes, Daddy.” I motion for him to sit beside me, then I stand in front of him and make a show of looking around the room.

  “Do you know what’s missing in here? Can you tell what I don’t see?” He looks around, the confusion increasing the longer he searches.

  “I don’t know. What’s missing?”

  “You. The Little you that’s been told to be quiet for too long. I saw how content you were with your dishes last night, and that was just a small thing. Could you imagine how good you’d feel if you brought your stuffies out to put on your bed? Or how good it would feel to have even more soft blankets around the house? I’ve seen one blanket, and very few other things that represent who you really are underneath the business side of you.”

  He goes still, his head tilting down as he pauses to soak up my words. Without a response, he rises, returning to the closet he was at just a moment ago. Squatting down, he reaches into the back corner.

  When he pulls back out, I see he has a duffle back that seems to be rather full. He unzips it slowly, his eyes still not meeting mine or acknowledging my words.

  At the first sign of what’s inside, I can’t fight the smile that overwhelms me. One by one, my boy pulls out stuffies. There’s a panda bear, a horse, a few dragons, and even a ladybug. After the animals come two throw blankets, one bright shag in a baby blue color and the other a fleece with a rainbow print.

  “For years, I was told that these things were foolish. It was that way even before my ex came along. One day I woke up and put them all away. I never thought I’d meet someone who would understand how important they are to me. Someone who would understand why I could never let them go.” He looks up to me, his eyes on the brink of overflowing.

  “Come here, Little One.” I pat my lap for him to come sit down.

  He heads my way, one stuffie still in his grasp. The small white bear is adorable, his outfit a blue and red flannel shirt. He looks like a little lumberjack teddy bear.

  Settled comfortably, I turn my attention to the bear instead of Tucker’s face. I don’t want to see the worry there. Instead, I want him to see my interest in the things he loves. I want him to know it’s ok to like them and that I will support him.

  “What’s his name?”

  “Walter, but I call him Wally. He was the first stuffie I ever bought myself.” I nod, my focus still on the bear.

  “May I touch him?” My fingers hover near him, but I wait for my boy’s soft answer of ‘yes’ before I touch him.

  As I touch Wally, I chance a glance upward, curious as to what I’ll find. My boy watches me with awe, his heart bleeding in his expression.

  “I don’t have to explain anything to you or make excuses for what I like. You don’t think I’m weird.”

  Letting go of the bear, I bring my hand up to cup his cheek. “Of course I don’t think that. You’re amazing. And beautiful. And sweet. And everything I could have asked for in a partner. I don’t know how or why the universe granted me this chance with you, but I’m taking it.”

  “You said something like that last night before we went to bed.” I freeze, unsure of exactly what he heard. I said quite a few things after I thought he was asleep.

  “What did you hear?”

  “Something about wanting to keep me and how forever wouldn’t be enough.”

  I try to gauge his reaction, but I get nothing from him. “How did that make you feel?”

  He smiles over at me. “I don’t think forever is enough time either, Daddy. Could you imagine all the stuffies we could get if we had that much time, though? They’d need their own house!”

  We break into laughter at his excited rambling. With our feelings out there, he becomes even more animated. Bits of the man I saw before we formally met shine vividly in the way he dives ahead.

  Climbing from my lap, he begins to introduce me to the rest of his animals. I watch for a moment, but when the conversation goes deeper, I stop him.

  “We need to get a move on if you want to grab breakfast from that place. We woke up with plenty of time, but now that time is running out.”

  “Can you put them all on the bed while I get dressed? I’ll rearrange them later if I need to. I don’t want to put them back in the closet and I feel bad leaving them strewn across the floor.”

  “Get dressed. Let Daddy take care of this.” He grabs his clothes, then moves into the bathroom to finish his morning routine.

  Thank goodness he had a late morning today, or he’d have already been late. Laughing to myself, I snatch up the animals from the floor. I look over to the bed, then at the stack in my hand.

  First, I straighten the sheets and blankets while I leave the animals on the dresser. Next, I place Wally in the center since he seems to be a favorite. I add one animal to each side, making sure to even it out each time until I run out.

  Distracted by my task, I don’t realize my boy is watching until he begins to clap. “It’s perfect! You did an amazing job, Daddy. I don’t think I’ll want to move them. Well… at least not until I have more.”

  “We’ll make it a date. We can go pick out a few new friends for your babies. How does that sound?”

  Instead of a reply, I get pulled into a deep kiss. It’s short, but man does my Little One show his appreciation with enthusiasm.

  A short ride later, we’re pulling up to a place called Whipped. There’s a big whisk on the outside beside the name and it looks to be p
retty packed even though the morning rush should be gone.

  We make it inside as another couple exits, then find our way to the end of the line. I start looking at the menu, my focus on getting my Little One fed before he has to go to work.

  “Isn’t that Mateo?” His question has me turning in the direction he’s pointing. Sure enough, there sits my best friend with someone who appears to work here. The apron and smudges of flour near his temple are a dead giveaway.

  Curiosity has my boy dragging me over to them before I can tell him that it’s probably a business meeting. I think seeing his friend’s partner sitting with another man has him suspicious, especially after what happened to him.

  “Mateo? Is that you?” His overly sweet voice makes me choke back a laugh. My friend grins at him from the obvious way he barged in.

  “Tucker. Pat. This is Benji. He owns this establishment and I recently invested in his business. We were here talking about next quarter’s plans. You two come to get a bite before work?”

  “Yes. Lewis went on and on about this place after the picnic. I was sad I missed out, so I begged Daddy to bring me.”

  Mateo and I pause at Tucker’s free use of my name. We hadn’t discussed public use of my title, and honestly it never occurred to me to try to hide it. When Benji doesn’t react, Mateo just smiles at us while shaking his head.

  “I’m just glad you two worked out. I’ve been trying to get Pat to settle over here closer to me for years. After finding Lewis, I knew my friend deserved that level of happiness, too. Thankfully, I’ve heard great things about you Tucker, or I’d have to use intimidation techniques on you to make sure you’re worthy of my friend here.”

  “Don’t let him fool you. He’s all fluff under that bluff.” Mateo rolls his eyes at me.

  Ignoring us, Tucker speaks to the other man at the table. “Nice to meet you, Benji. Sorry for barging in like that. I just wanted to ensure nothing nefarious is happening.”

  He smiles softly at us. “It’s not possible. No offense, Mr. Rojas. My heart was taken a long time ago, but I messed up. I can’t open up to anyone else now.”