Sawyer & Boyd Duo: MM age-play romance

by JP Sayle

  With the robe secured, I arched my brows. “You know that pushing can get you into trouble, Angel?”

  His eyelashes fluttered as he pulled an innocent expression that would make any angel proud. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice dropped to a soft whisper as his chin lowered.

  I pointed at him. “I’m on to you.” Even as I said it, my heart thundered, his expression affecting me deeply.

  Sawyer's giggle was drowned out by the sound of an angry voice. “What the heck is going on in here?”

  I glanced towards the open door, finding Nathan stood with a none too happy expression on his face as he glanced between the two of us.

  “Sawyer got wet cycling here and I… was… just seeing he was okay.” A resurgence of heat spread up my neck as I stuttered my way through the explanation.

  Nathan’s expression didn’t lighten as he pinned me with a stare that could have melted metal. “Is that right? You were just seeing if Sawyer was okay? Does that involve helping him dress?”

  The accusation cut through me, leaving me unsure how to proceed. I glanced at Sawyer, looking for some direction. Would he mind me revealing our… our what? What was I supposed to call what we’d been doing? Never having used any kind of dating app, I was at a loss to come up with an answer.

  “It’s alright Daddy bear, you can back off. Boyd and I are working some stuff out. Stuff, I might add that is none of your business.”

  The snippy tone provoked a growl from Nathan, his lips clamping together as he gave me a moody stare. But I couldn’t have cared less how he was feeling as bile burned the back of my throat. I hated Sawyer calling Nathan, daddy. Although, I knew deep down that he was only being flippant with Nathan, I had the urge to demand that he never do it again. What was that all about? As if you don’t know.

  Unable to face the truth, I concentrated on Nathan standing in the doorway. He met my stare and folded his arms over his chest, indicating that he was going nowhere. I met his gaze with a ‘give me a moment’ look. Tension filled the room as Nathan continued to stare at me seemingly unprepared to leave us even for a minute. Sensing the stare off was futile, I took a deep breath and looked back at Sawyer.

  “Do you think Lenny would mind lending Sawyer some dry clothes?” Sawyer gave a sigh of relief at the change of subject as Nathan nodded.

  “I’ll sort Sawyer out. I’m sure you’ve got a lot to be doing.” Nathan’s tone brooked no argument.

  My stomach dropped at the realisation that I was going to have to leave Sawyer when I really didn’t want to. “Yeah, right. Okay. I’ll message you later, Sawyer.” I stared at him as I spoke, trying to convey that leaving him was the last thing I wanted to do.

  At the slight head bob he gave me, I bent and whispered in his ear. “I’ll be seeing you later.”

  His mouth hung open as he registered my meaning, his reaction making me feel much happier. I strolled over to Nathan. “Make sure you take care of Angel.” The edge to my voice was enough to make Nathan’s forehead furrow.

  “I see.”

  I didn’t respond because I still hadn’t figured it all out myself. But I knew one thing: I wanted to work it out now that Sawyer had opened the door for me. A thought niggled at the back of my mind that now the door was open I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to close it again.

  Back in the bar, I kept myself busy with work, trying not to think about a naked Sawyer in the same room with Nathan. What had brought Sawyer here in the middle of the day?

  Distracting myself didn’t work when all I could envision was Sawyer’s slim, naked body. My fingers clenched around the sandpaper I was using to smooth down the tabletop. “Jesus, stop being a fucking dope.”

  “Who you talking to?” Brett asked, making me jump as I realised he was standing next to me.

  “Don’t creep up on folks like that!” I growled, trying to get my heart rate to settle back down.

  “Keep your hair on! I just came over to see if you wanted to look at the plans that Nathan had delivered for the layout of the restaurant.” Realising that Brett had answered my question, I glanced around the room to find Nathan talking to Jake, the architect. The tightness in my chest released now that I knew that Nathan was nowhere near Sawyer.

  “Boss, are you okay? You’re acting a bit weird,” Brett asked, interrupting my train of thought.

  “Yeah, sorry. I have a lot on my mind.”

  “Oh, is this about Glenn? I’m sorry about the break-up, but as I said before he’s not worthy of you. The bastard was a user and if he can’t see that you wanted to try and make things better between the two of you... then it’s his fucking loss.” Brett gave my shoulder a squeeze as he offered me his words of wisdom.

  We’d gone for a beer one night after work, not long after Glenn had left and I’d got a little drunk before confessing to the argument I’d had that had resulted in me being single.

  Fortunately, Brett was an open-minded guy and didn’t like putting labels on anyone, so it had been easy to talk to him about how I was discovering a new side to myself. His opinion had been "go try it and see if it fits, and if it doesn't then move on." How could I argue with that logic?

  Except, I was already worried about the feelings that I had for Sawyer and we’d not even had a date yet, so where did that leave me?

  Pushing away the worry, I fibbed. “I know mate, but sometimes life is a little trickier.” I gave him a smile that I hoped didn’t look as fake as it felt. “Let’s see what changes those plans are going to give us.”

  Brett groaned and I laughed as we both walked over to Nathan and Jake, knowing that this was the distraction I needed to keep my head in the game and away from a certain someone.

  Sawyer

  As I locked my front door and leant against it, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I knew straight away who it was as I fumbled to pull it out. Boyd had been playing on my mind all afternoon as I’d worried that getting him to undress me might have put him off. My Little had needed some attention and I’d not been able to keep my mouth shut when he’d asked what I’d wanted.

  My heart rate soared as I read the message.

  BB: Are you free tonight?

  Fuck yes, I was free. I cringed at the speed of the answer my head had given.

  He wasn’t put off by my behaviour this morning. Oh, my God!

  My bum wiggled against the door before I stopped and glanced down at my wet and dirty clothes before sniffing for good measure. My nose wrinkled as I checked the time.

  LittleS: Yes. What do you have in mind?

  The seconds before a reply came through felt like forever as my gaze remained glued to my phone.

  BB: Where do you live? Do you want to go out, or would you like to come to mine for something to eat? I promise not to poison you.

  I chuckled at his promise not to poison me. He’d obviously recalled one of our app conversations about me working at La Trattoria Di Amore and my own lack of ability in the kitchen. My mother hadn't raised a fool. Why would I prepare crap food when I could have a Michelin star chef cook for me several times a week?

  LittleS: Your place would be good. I’m knackered and not up to going out.

  BB: Do you want me to come and collect you? It will be nice to have some privacy to talk face to face.

  The air became trapped in my lungs as I typed my response.

  LittleS: No, I can ride my bike if you give me your address :)

  BB: No, I’m not happy for you to do that, it’s dark out there. I’ll come and get you.

  My hand tightened around the phone at the message.

  LittleS: Cars pollute the environment. I’ll ride my bike!

  I sighed at the tone of my message as I read my reply back.

  BB: Now, I want you to listen to me. It’s dark out there and it’s not safe for you to be cycling in the dark. I have an electric car so please don’t argue with me.

  I rolled my eyes, even as a smile spread across my face at him acting all protective.
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  LittleS: Alrigghtttt, I’ll wait for you to come and get me…

  I chuckled as I sent another message with my address before going to shower.

  Washed and changed into fresh clothes, I stood and stared out of the window, my teeth gnawing at my lower lip. Was I really going to do this? Was I going to try and train a Daddy? Had I lost my marbles? It certainly seemed like it. Maybe I was taking Nathan’s advice a step too far?

  Any negative thoughts died as the headlights lit up my drive. As the car pulled to a stop, I walked out the door and locked it behind me.

  I searched for something to say as Boyd got out of the car. “Thank you for coming to get me, but I could have cycled,” I muttered belligerently

  Uncertainty crept in as Boyd paused in the light from the security light, his dark head tilted and his expression turning thoughtful. Was he trying to figure out how to navigate my behaviour? I got the distinct impression that he was as he approached me. His gaze swept me from head to toe and then back again. His eyelashes shielded his thoughts from me as he stopped just in front of me.

  “I wanted to come, to make sure that you were safe. Aren’t I allowed to worry about you?” he asked gently, his hand lifting and his thumb rubbing my cheek.

  I nodded, wondering whether I was wearing a dreamy expression from the simple action. I suspected I was. “But you don’t know me, not really.” I wanted to bite my tongue when his hand fell from my face as a result of my words.

  “That may be so. But I want to get to know you. The messages are great but I want more.”

  Something in his voice prevented any protest I might have made as he ushered me into the car. A grin spread across my face at seeing his car was indeed electric. I’d invested in one too, but I preferred to cycle because it kept me fit. Days like today where I got soaked, sucked, but usually I was better prepared with a waterproof suit in my rucksack.

  Sitting quietly next to Boyd as he drove, I noted the familiar street signs, and it dawned on me how close he actually lived to me. Minutes later, Boyd pulled up a long drive and parked in front of a gorgeous house.

  The security lights lit up the building to reveal a two-storey structure built from glass and wood. It was made out of reclaimed timber. Colossal glass windows overlooked what appeared to be a garden, but I couldn’t quite make it out in the darkness.

  There was a small wind turbine at the side of the house and the roof was full of solar panels. If I was a betting man, I’d have bet that there were other aspects of the house that were ECO-friendly too. Some of the conversations we’d had via the app resurfaced as I recalled how I’d enthused about using nature’s reserves, like the sun, to power my own home. If it ever gets finished.

  Feeling a bad mood wanting to take hold, I focused on Boyd’s home instead of the lack of my own. “Wow! This is a lot like what I want for my own home.” Drawn to the building, I got out of the car eager to discover what surprises it held.

  Once inside, I followed Boyd as he gave me a tour around the lower floor. Images of me lying on Boyd’s large comfy sofa in front of the massive wood stove flooded my head. Hey, come on. You have your own place. You don’t need someone else’s.

  As the thought registered, my hands clenched at my sides as I lagged behind Boyd. I tried to focus and mentally tuck away all the things he'd mentioned as he chatted about what he’d done to the place.

  The noises I made after each new revelation would have been embarrassing if it weren’t for how happy Boyd looked.

  At the mention of a company that used old newspaper as wall insulation, I stopped to stare at the walls in the living room. I’ll need to find out more about that.

  “Are you okay?” Boyd asked, making me jump.

  I coughed, feeling a little flustered. “Yeah, sorry. I was thinking about what you said about the company that does the insulation.” I shrugged and shoved my hands into my pockets as I peered at Boyd from beneath my eyelashes.

  Boyd indicated for me to follow him out of the lounge. My gaze moved of its own accord to the firm backside that flexed in the dark denim. His long, powerful stride forced me to quicken my pace to keep up with him.

  My gaze lingered on the beautiful woodwork and modern fittings. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting of this big, hairy guy more used to manual labour, but it wasn’t this level of sophistication. The other guys I’d dated, white-collar men, who wore suits and had soft hands would seem better suited to this house. Boyd was clearly none of those things. Did that mean someone else had had a hand in helping him design the place?

  Unnerved at the thought, I forced my attention back to Boyd. His too long, wavy hair and bearded face weren’t something I’d previously have found attractive, yet now, all I wanted to do was curl up in his lap and stroke his beard. Although, his face wasn’t classically handsome, the moment I’d laid eyes on him there had been something about the intensity of his caramel eyes that had spoken to me.

  If I wasn’t mistaken, there’d been a moment of connection between us in the locker room. I was positive he’d felt it too. When he’d knelt before me, he’d taken my breath away. That simple act had shown me more than anything that he was comfortable with himself and with what he was offering me.

  His arm lifted and his forearm flexed as his hand raked through his hair, distracting me. That had to be why he’d used a picture of his forearm for his profile. His forearms were a thing of beauty that I wanted to feel wrapped around me.

  Pleaseeeee.

  A giggle got trapped in my throat as Boyd stopped and I accidentally bumped into his back.

  He twisted around, his hands coming up to steady me. “Hey, Angel, take it easy. We don’t want a visit to accident and emergency on our first date.” His voice deepened and his caramel eyes gleamed with amusement as if he’d somehow figured out what my game was.

  “I’m not normally so accident prone,” I muttered, heat creeping up my neck as his gaze remained steady on me.

  His warm hands stroked down my arms before he stepped back and scratched his neck. The overhead lights caught on his dark hair, causing it to gleam like polished wood.

  “Is that right?” he asked, a genuine smile on his face. “This was kind of short notice so I’m hoping that I’ve got something decent in the fridge to make a meal for you.”

  Slashes of deep red darkened his cheekbones as he eyed me before glancing back to where I guessed the kitchen was. “Let’s go and investigate. I can always ring for pizza instead.”

  There was indecision in his voice as he looked at me. “I’m sure you’ll have something in your fridge I can eat,” I said. “Oh, maybe I should have mentioned that I’m vegetarian. My parents went vegan a few years back but I couldn't make myself go the whole hog.”

  His lips twitched and then it hit me what I’d said. “Sorry, no pun intended,” I said, grinning at him.

  “I’m sure there wasn’t. Let’s go and investigate what I’ve got, but be warned I’m a carnivore and I can’t see that changing—ever.”

  As I stepped into the kitchen, I tried to fathom out if he was warning me about trying to change him or something else. Then he turned towards me, his face beaming. Maybe he was hoping to turn me into a meat-eater?

  As the thought popped into my head, I started to snigger.

  His raised brow and his speculative look didn’t help as I tried to stop myself from thinking about eating his meat.

  “Did I say something funny?”

  “No,” I answered, trying to control my laughter. “I’m just thinking about eating meat.”

  His nostrils flared and desire I wasn’t sure I was ready for shone in the depths of his eyes. As I exhaled, his body tensed. But then he shifted and moved across the room, drawing my attention to his kitchen instead.

  The room wasn’t huge but it was beautifully designed. The wood used for the cabinets was distressed in appearance and looked recycled. “Did you use recycled wood for your cabinets?” I glanced from the cupboards to Boyd as he stopped in
front of a sizeable black fridge.

  “Yeah, I did,” he answered, sounding cautious.

  “I love it. I’ve been searching for months for someone who does this kind of work. Would you mind giving me the contact details of the people you hired?”

  His face got a strange look on it, but he nodded. “Remind me to give you their business card before I take you home.”

  He sounded a little distracted, but before I could ask if there was a problem he spoke again.

  “Can I get you a drink?”

  “What have you got?”

  When he started to reel off a long list of soft drinks, I held up my hand. “I’ll have a glass of wine if you have any, white preferably because red does silly things to me.”

  Did he think Littles only drank soft drinks?

  He said nothing as he pulled out a bottle of white wine, the label showing it to be a sweet variety I happened to favour. I wasn’t keen on dry white wines, they always tasted too bitter to me. He poured me a glass, walking over to the small, wooden table, which was also recycled, to lay it down.

  “Why don’t you have a seat?” One of his hands fidgeted at his side as he glanced in my direction with some uncertainty.

  As I walked towards him, I tried to figure out how to put him at ease. I’d avoided talking about the other part of me when we’d messaged because I'd wanted to see his face to gauge his reaction. My mouth dried as I thought about it. Would he still want me once I'd explained my lifestyle to him? Why had I thought going on a date with a novice was a good idea?

  My past relationships had always lacked something, though what it was I’d never figured out.

  As I swept my gaze over his face, there was a level of concern in his expression that I’d never experienced before. There was something about him that called to me, and I wanted to give it a chance more than I’d ever wanted anything before.

  With my chest tightening, I stopped a few inches away from him and tilted my head back to look him in the eye. Honesty being the best policy, I stared at him and started to explain who I was. “I’m what you’d call a Little. What that means is that there is a vital part of me that needs a caregiver. A Daddy that allows me the freedom to let my inner child come out to play. Someone who wants to take care of me, keep me safe and set boundaries for me.” I chuckled. “Even when I say I don’t want the boundaries. It’s not something I can switch off, or change. I embraced that part of myself a long time ago. But it doesn’t mean I act that way all the time. That I’m not an adult with grown-up needs. It just means that there are times that I have to set those needs aside to nurture myself, if that makes sense?”