by Ruby Keller
"We need to talk, Lance." Oliver closed the door and walked over to the couch before taking a seat. "We can't go on like this. We can't pretend like everything's fine when it's not."
So, he had finally figured it out. Who was I kidding? He was always going to find out eventually. He was a Daddy himself and Daddies always knew when something was up.
I walked over and took a seat next to him. "What do you mean?"
"I think you know exactly what I mean." He was using his Daddy voice again, which made me straighten up. "We can't keep doing this. We both love Elijah and we have to try to get along, at least for our boy's sake. You must've seen it too. The way he looked at us yesterday, he knows we don't talk to each other. Imagine how bad it must feel, to know that his Daddies aren't on talking terms because you're trying to ignore me. Do you not like me? Is that it?"
Is that what he thought? That I didn't like him? So, I had succeeded in making him believe that. If only it were true, at least then I wouldn't be going through these conflicting feelings.
"Yes, I hate you," I lied, trying to look angry but instantly regretting the words. The hurt in his eyes was evident as he took a deep breath and looked away.
"Wow." He shook his head. "The signs were all there, but I didn't want to believe it."
"God, I can't do this." I stood up and sighed, hands on my hips. "I can’t lie anymore. I'm very confused, but hate is the farthest from what I feel for you, Oliver."
He stood up too and looked at me. "Then tell me how you truly feel. You need to talk about your feelings, Lance. I'm a grown-up and I can take the truth, whatever it is."
What if the truth was too much for him to handle? What if he didn't feel the same way? Then we'd be stuck in the same house and things would always be weird between us. Would he even want to have threesomes with Elijah anymore, knowing that his naked body aroused me? No, I couldn't tell him the truth, but at the same time, I was dying to let go of these feelings I was hiding and carrying around.
"I think I have.." I closed my eyes as my heart raced. “I think I have feelings for you, Oliver”
It would've been so easy to say those words to a boy, but saying it to another Daddy? It felt like I was confessing the most sinful thing I had ever done.
I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him. He narrowed his eyes and frowned.
"Wait, what does that mean?" He shrugged.
I sat back down, relieved how good it felt to let the truth out into the world instead of keeping it locked up inside my head.
"Are you gonna make me say it, Oliver? I think I…like you. I hoped ignoring you would change how I felt, but it didn't."
"Well," he said after a pause, raising his eyebrows and sitting next to me. "That changes things, like a lot. But I was so sure you didn't like me. How could I have been so wrong?"
I didn't want things to change, which was why I had hidden it from him in the first place. I knew exactly what would happen. He'd say he didn't feel the same way, that we couldn't all shower together naked, nor could we have any more threesomes.
"God, I feel so stupid." I covered my face with my hands and sighed. "I shouldn't have said anything. Of course, you don't feel the same way and I know that. Why would you? You're not confused like me. You're a Daddy and you know what you want. Maybe it'll all go away."
He took my hands off my face and looked at me with lust in his eyes. "What if I don't want them to go away, Lance? What if I...feel the same way?"
"What?" I said loudly, my eyes wide in disbelief. "But you're a Daddy too. Daddies don't fall for other Daddies."
"I know," he said slowly. "I was confused too in the beginning. But then I realized the reason I like you. It's because you're such a good Daddy to our boy. You love him just as much as me. It makes me want us to be a happy family together."
"Yeah, me too." I smiled as he held onto my hand, still finding it hard to believe that things were going as good as they were. "But what about Elijah? What if he thinks that his love wasn't enough?"
He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer, my head resting on his chest just the way I liked. "I don't know. He might feel betrayed, which is why we shouldn't do anything stupid in his absence."
"You're right." I pulled away awkwardly, realizing he meant touching was off the table. "He'll be home in a few hours, so we should wait and tell him."
"Maybe we should wait till we're sure his mental health is better," he said, holding my hand and stroking it with his thumb. "Even better if we wait till we think he's ready for such big news. You know how sensitive our boy is. It might be days or weeks until he might be in the right mindset to hear something this big."
"Wow," I said, tapping my feet impatiently. "That sounds like a very long time. But we're grown-ups, right? We can control ourselves."
"Yeah, totally.” He nodded, looking down at me with a grin. “Well, maybe we can just cuddle until then."
"Right." I moved my head back onto his chest, wrapping my arms around him. "A little cuddling hasn't hurt anyone before. We're just two Daddies cuddling because we're too friendly."
"Yeah, it's like a friendly cuddle." He put his hand on my head and I looked up at him. "Wait, no. Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" I blushed, blinking slowly.
"Well, don't look cute. Oh, great. Now your cheeks are turning all red. Do you want to get kissed? Because that's how you get kissed."
"Friends kiss all the time, don't they?" My cheeks turned redder and I could no longer look at him, so I turned my face away.
"Not the ones that I know." He put a hand on my face and turned it towards him. "Maybe just a kiss on the forehead, but that's as far as we'll go, okay?"
"Yes, that should be enough...for now." I moved my face closer to his and closed my eyes, offering my forehead. I was breathing heavily from arousal. I had craved for his touch for far too long, so a kiss on the forehead was a big step.
When he gave me a quick peck on the forehead, it was over so fast I opened my eyes in disappointment and pulled away, sitting up straight.
"Yup, it's good that we got it out of our system," I said, standing up. "I should go and shower now."
In other words, I needed to go into the bathroom and pretend to shower. Instead, I would have to jerk off furiously, imagining his lips kissing every inch of my body. Only then would the boner in my pants go down.
"Yeah, I should probably shower too," he said, letting go of my hand. "I mean, not with you. After you is what I meant."
We just sat there, staring at each other for a few moments, neither of us wanting to get off the couch. When he put his hands on my face, I tried to be the voice of reason but he put a finger to my lips and shushed me. His finger stayed, caressing my lips softly as I closed my eyes.
Breathing heavily, I opened my eyes again to see that his face was inches away from mine. His gaze shifted between my eyes and lips until finally he closed his eyes and kissed me gently. When his tongue entered my mouth, I let out a loud moan. Sucking on his tongue felt much better than I had anticipated.
His kiss was so gentle and soft, just the way he kissed our boy. When his hands moved down to my waist and his lips onto my neck, I let out another moan. He unbuttoned my shirt, laying kisses on my chest which slowly moved downwards each time.
He kissed my tight abs when he was done with all the buttons, but then moved back to my chest, circling his tongue on my nipple before nibbling on it.
"Oh, Oliver," I said after a loud moan, running my hands through his hair wildly.
It felt so good to let someone take charge for a change. Being a Daddy, I had gotten used to being the one in charge. Now I was beginning to realize the excitement of letting another explore my body, of giving him full control to do as he pleased with it.
He took turns kissing my pecs, causing me to shiver each time he flicked his tongue over my nipples. When he pulled away and held my face in his hands, I looked at his beautiful hair which was all messed up, but he looke
d so hot it didn’t matter. He placed a hand under my legs and standing up, he lifted me up in his strong arms.
“I know you’re a Daddy but you make me want to treat you like a boy.” He carried me to the bedroom, his body so close to mine I could barely breathe from arousal. I could only get so hard.
“If it means you’ll touch me like you just did, I’ll gladly be your boy, Oliver.” I wrapped my arms around him tightly as he climbed into the bed. It was a marvel how he had managed to carry my heavy body so effortlessly considering I was just as big and muscular as him.
When he put me down onto the bed, I suppressed a whimper at the lack of touch. But when he moved between my legs and pulled my pants down with his strong hands, I lay stark naked with my erection finally free. I let out a sharp moan when he grabbed my cock with one hand and briefly jerked it off before letting it go. He quickly got himself undressed and crawled on top of me.
“You look so hot when you moan like that.” He grabbed onto and stroked my dick again, but my moan was suppressed with his mouth on mine. He kissed me passionately, his big and strong bare chest rubbing up against mine as I felt his cock rub between us.
“Oliver,” I managed to say when he broke the kiss. “We shouldn’t do anything we regret later.”
“Just say ask me to stop and I will.” He let go of my cock and pulled his hand away, waiting for my response.
How could I ask him to stop when every inch of my body screamed otherwise.
“Please, more,” I begged, desperately humping my crotch to feel his fingers wrapped around my dick again.
“That’s what I thought.” He gave me an evil grin, going back to stroking my cock.
I couldn’t believe I had just begged for his touch. Did I want his cock inside me? I turned my face away as my cheeks turned red at the mere thought.
“We don’t need to go all the way if that’s what you’re worried about.” He grinned.
I didn’t know what I wanted. I wanted to make love to him but I didn’t know how.
I moved my hand down to his crotch, stroking his cock just like he stroked mine. He closed his eyes and I could tell from his smile that I was doing a good job. He put his body back onto mine, his weight pinning me firmly in place. Then he grabbed our dicks together and jerked them off together. I did the same, stroking the upper half. His cheek was pressed up against mine. We breathed heavily as we quickened pace, his pecs rubbing up against mine as he began laying kisses on my cheek and neck.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he said as he moved his face before mine. His eyes were closed and his mouth open, his body shivering and shaking wildly. He frowned as rope after rope of warm cum shot up all over my cock, chest, and abs. Knowing I was the reason for his bliss was enough to make me cum too. By the time he opened his eyes, I was at the peak of my orgasm, shaking just like he did moments ago until it subsided. He stopped stroking me and lay his body on mine again, the mixture of our cum trapped between our naked and sweaty bodies.
“That was hot.” He rolled over, wrapping a hand around my waist. I turned to my side and moved closer, finding the warmth of his naked body comforting. Giving me a peck on the lips, he smiled and closed his eyes. Before I knew it, I found myself drifting off to dreamland. I was glad that this time it wasn’t just a dream, that I truly had his naked body next to mine.
Chapter 6: Oliver
I slowly blinked my eyes open. Lance was still naked and fast asleep. I sat up in bed and it all came back to me. We were determined not to do anything sexual, but the thought of waiting days for Elijah to be ready had seemed too distant. That’s how sexual tension was, though. It couldn’t wait for days when it needed release right that instant.
I felt Lance’s hand rub my back. “You regret it, don’t you? You regret not waiting to tell Elijah first.”
I turned around and smiled, laying back in bed and holding his face in my hands. “Not one bit. I would’ve gone mad knowing we wanted each other but had to wait for days to act on it.”
“But?” He asked, moving his face closer until our foreheads touched.
“But I am worried if our boy will understand. He has gone through a lot in life and he doesn’t need his Daddies sneaking behind his back. So, we’ll just have to be patient for him to be ready. Maybe when the time is right, I could ask him how he’d feel about his Daddies liking each other. The idea might be so strange to him he might be confused, so it’s best we introduce it slowly and see how he reacts.”
“And until then?” He moved his face away and frowned. “No more kisses?”
“As much as I hate to say this, no more kisses and nothing sexual.” I sighed. “We both love our boy and we need to set rules until we tell him. We wouldn’t want to lose him, would we?”
I was scared Elijah might consider it a betrayal and not want to see either of us ever again. The thought of breaking Elijah’s heart was scary enough to do everything in my power to prevent it.
“Fine, no kisses then.” He sat up in bed and stretched.
“Well,” I said with a smile, pulling him back in bed. “Maybe just one, to make up for all the kisses I wish I was giving you.”
He smiled and rolled over on top of me. “It better be some kiss.”
This time when I planted my lips on his, he kissed me aggressively like he did with Elijah, wildly pushing his tongue in and out. Being a Daddy myself, I felt the urge to fight for control so I pushed my tongue in just as wildly. My hands moved down to his bare ass and I grabbed his cheeks in my hands. Unlike Elijah's ass, his was very muscular. Blood rushed to my dick and I could feel his cock grow against mine.
He broke the kiss and looked down. "We'll be in bed all day at this rate, making rules but breaking them seconds later."
I chuckled. "Don't be so hot then, and don't look at me like that. You know that innocent look drives any Daddy mad."
"That's going to be hard." He rolled back onto his side of the bed. "I would ask you to take a shower with me but I don't trust myself to behave around you, especially since we're going to be naked."
"You shouldn't trust me either." I laughed. "I haven't disciplined a boy in my life and I'm just craving to bend you over my knee and spank you until you're red."
"You're cheating." He got out of bed and chuckled. "No more dirty talk, or else you're gonna make me break the rules."
He grabbed his clothes and walked towards the door. I tried not to look at his ass but just when he was about to turn the corner, I couldn't help but look at it. It made my dick twitch. It was so much bigger and muscular than Elijah's ass.
He turned around and laughed. "I saw that." Then he pretended to throw his clothes on the floor and bent over, giving me a better view of his ass.
My eyes widened and my dick twitched wildly. "You're the one cheating now."
He chuckled, standing back up and looking at me innocently. "I was just picking up my clothes. It isn't my fault that you looked because you have a dirty mind."
When he left, my dick took a few minutes to calm down. I regretted we didn't make the rules after going for round two.
As Lance showered, I cleaned up the cum on my body, changed the sheets, and headed to the other bathroom. I turned the shower on and stood under it, jerking off to the thought of being inside Lance. It was possible that he was strictly a top so I might have to settle with fucking him in my fantasies.
After I got dressed I headed into the living room. Lance was already watching the TV, so I sat on the couch, but this time I sat right next to him instead of sitting on the other end of it. He rested his head on my shoulder but when we heard footsteps approaching, he sat up straight nervously. I wished we didn't have to hide how we were feeling, but we couldn't risk losing Elijah.
The front door opened and in walked Elijah. Seeing him reminded me that I still had to do something about Lance's long walks. I had promised Elijah to find a way to help Lance. It looked like the walks weren't going to stop anytime soon. What if it didn't stop even after C
layton's death anniversary?
"Miss me?" He walked over to the couch and sat next to me. I wondered if he noticed that for the first time, he wasn't sitting between us.
"A lot." I gave him a quick peck on the lips. "How was work?"
"Great." He smiled. "I'm beginning to see the effects of therapy. I was always in constant fear of people finding out I was gay. But today when Jessica at work was talking about her boyfriend, she asked me if I had a girlfriend. I came out to her and I was a bit scared, but she was fine with it. It feels so great to be out and open about who I am."
"Yeah, there's no shame in being who you are." Lance switched the TV off and sat on his other side, rubbing his back. "Besides, if anyone's homophobic to my boy, there's going to be consequences. I try to hire open-minded employees because I want all types of customers to feel welcome at Clayton's restaurant. It was Clayton's dream for Littles to be accepted in society."
I decided to take the opportunity to bring it up. "Speaking of Clayton, do you want to do something on his death anniversary? How about we all go to his grave together?"
"Yes, we want to be there with you," Elijah said. "Of course, if you'd rather visit it alone that's fine too."
"Oh, I don't know." He shrugged and looked away, sitting in silence for a moment. "When he died, they banned me from attending his funeral. I've never been to his grave before."
I wasn't sure if I was hearing him right. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Well," he said and looked at me. "Clayton's family is very religious and they never really acknowledged our relationship. They blamed me for turning their son gay, for taking him on the devil's path. So when he died, his father and uncle threatened to beat me up together if I showed up."
Elijah and I looked at each other in horror, wrapping an arm around him for a hug.