The Diva and his Daddy

by James, Rebecca;

  “Uh uh, boy. Watch out or you really will earn a spanking. You don’t want to be nose to the wall again, do you?”

  Nick shuddered against me and stilled.

  I reached for the lube he kept in the shower, fingers trembling as I started prepping him. I stroked his prostate until he could barely stand, gasping and groaning while I worked one, two, and finally three fingers into him until he was loose and begging. I’d positioned myself, the head of my cock breaching his hole, when I remembered.

  “Shit,” I said, freezing in place.

  Nick looked at me over his shoulder, hair wet and cheeks flushed. “What? Come on, Daddy, please. Let me have it. I’ve gotta have it!” He stood on his toes and pushed back against me.

  I sucked in a breath as my cock sank into him a little more. “I forgot the condom.”

  I started to turn to get out of the shower to find one, but Nick grabbed my arm. “We’ve seen each other’s results. Let’s do it bare.”

  I frowned. We’d talked about it before. We’d just never done it. It seemed big. Momentous. My stomach clenched, but my throbbing cock overrode my unease.

  “Are you sure? I can just run and get—”

  “I’m sure. Get inside me, Daddy, where you belong.”

  I groaned, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back before taking a deep breath and carefully pushing into the clenching heat of his body. I’d never in my life fucked anyone bare. Blaze had had strict rules at Hard Time about it, and I’d always been careful anyway. I had a buddy who contracted herpes from a girl and another who got HIV. But Nick had a point—we’d seen each other’s test results. And we were exclusive.

  “Ye-e-esss.” Nick moaned as I bottomed out. “God, you’re so big. Feel so good stretching me.”

  Being deep inside my boy with nothing between us was heaven, and I took a few seconds to relish the feel of the tight, hot grip he had on my cock. With a dick as big as mine, I’d learned to be okay with foregoing penetrative sex much of the time, my partners unwilling to even try to take me after seeing what I was packing. But Nick both told me he loved it and showed me by begging for my cock and writhing and moaning on it when I gave it to him, and I was quickly becoming addicted to being inside him.

  I closed my eyes and sighed, letting the pleasure wash over me before lowering my head and kissing along Nick’s shoulder.

  “Please,” Nick said. “Please, Daddy, please.”

  God, he turned me on, this beautiful young man with the sharp tongue and soul-melting eyes. When we’d started up this thing, I never could have predicted he would become such an important part of my life, but there was no denying the swell of pride and pleasure I felt every time Nick called me Daddy, especially when I was dick deep in his hole.

  I’d feel weird about that except I knew it had nothing to do with real father/son roles. No stranger to kink, I’d heard about Daddy/boy play of all kinds over the years and knew Adam was into it—or had been before he was attacked. I’d just never thought it was for me.

  Easing back a little, I shivered with pleasure before snapping my hips, fucking Nick with shallow thrusts that took my breath away and made him cry out.

  “Daddy! Yes, God, yes, please…”

  Having honed my stamina over years in porn, I could fuck for a good forty-five minutes straight on a good day, but with Nick, my first orgasm was always right at the tip of my dick, ready to burst forth. I held on as best I could, and luckily Nick was close. With a yell, he came, and the grip he had on me pulled from me the climax I’d been holding back. I fucked him through both our orgasms and then, unwilling to pull out yet, picked him up and carried him to the bedroom.

  He shivered against me as I tossed a towel on the bed and eased us down on it, Nick underneath me. I thrust into him again, and he sobbed into the pillow.

  “Jeo.”

  I leaned over his shoulder, covered his mouth with mine and kissed him deeply. Then, pumping my hips, I slowly chased my second orgasm, coming with a bellow as it ripped through me. Wrapping my arms around Nick, I rolled us to our sides, reaching down to stroke him until he shuddered and went limp.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Nick

  I awoke with Jeo’s cock still lodged inside me. We’d gone to sleep like that, and Jeo hadn’t fallen out.

  I liked the feeling of him there, stretching me, still inside me as though he couldn’t bear to leave. It made me feel loved, although I knew very well the love was one-sided in this relationship.

  Jeo’s tan arm wrapped around me was a sharp contrast against my paler skin, and his body against my back a map of hard muscle. I never wanted to move.

  God, I was so fucked. I’d tried. I’d tried to distance myself. But all Jeo’d had to do was touch me, and I’d been a goner. I couldn’t resist. I was in this until he threw me away.

  Jeo’s soft exhalations against my neck began to rumble before turning into loud snores, and I decided it was time to disconnect us so I could make breakfast. Reluctantly, I eased off his almost soft cock, wincing as it slipped from my body. His cum dripped down my thighs. We’d done it bare, and I wasn’t sorry about it. Jeo could come in me, on me, whatever. I’d resigned myself to taking what he’d give me for as long as he’d give it.

  I maneuvered out of his arms to look at him asleep in my bed and couldn’t help smiling. God, he was gorgeous, legs long and hairy, his beautiful cock springing from a patch of dark pubic hair and resting against one taut thigh.

  With a sigh, I headed for the kitchen and began making pancakes and bacon.

  I wasn’t surprised when the smell woke Jeo. Chucking to myself, I thought I should have tried putting a dish of food under his nose all those times I’d tried to get him out of bed when I was his PA. I heard him go into the bathroom followed closely by the ring of my cell phone in the living room.

  I answered, carrying the phone back into the kitchen.

  “Grandma? Everything okay?”

  “Of course, Nicky. I’m fine. How are you?”

  “I’m good. How was your Fourth of July?”

  Grandma sighed. “It was all right. Honestly, I’ve reached the end of my rope with your father. He was just over here, and we got into an argument.”

  “You did? Was it about me?”

  Jeo walked down the hall wearing only a pair of white briefs, looking like a damn Calvin Klein commercial. His face was scruffy and his eyes sleepy.

  “I was very angry with your father for his behavior at my birthday celebration, and I don’t like it that Jim never feels comfortable enough to bring Eiji with him to our get-togethers. I told your father I didn’t want to see them again until he changed his attitude, and then I called Linus and told him the same thing.”

  “Wow, Grandma. I’m sorry. Not only that this is happening, but for how I acted at your party.”

  Jeo kissed the back of my neck, and I heard the refrigerator door open. I flipped the two pancakes. Jeo came to stand beside me and pushed the sizzling bacon in the other pan around with a fork .

  “You don’t have anything to be sorry about. I’m the one who’s sorry that I raised two such intolerant oafs,” Grandma said.

  I had to laugh at that.

  “Anyway, that’s not what I was calling about. I was wondering if your young man might help me pick out a motorcycle.”

  I frowned. “You’re getting a motorcycle?”

  Jeo looked at me and made an impressed face.

  Grandma laughed. “Of course not. What would I do with a motorcycle? I want to buy one—a used one, actually—for Morris for his birthday next month. He hasn’t stopped talking about your young man’s bike since the party.”

  “You can stop calling Jeo my ‘young man,’ Grandma. He’s in his forties.”

  “She can call me that if she wants to,” Jeo objected.

  “Oh, is he there? Let me talk to him, dear.”

  I handed the phone to Jeo and finished making breakfast while he talked to my grandmother. By the time I had everyth
ing on the table, he’d disconnected.

  “I like her,” Jeo said, taking the seat across from me and digging into his pancakes with gusto.

  I smiled. “She’s great. So, you’re going motorcycle shopping with her?”

  “Yeah. Today at two. You want to go?”

  “I’d like to, but I really need to go upstairs and finish some work.”

  “Why don’t you come to Rainbow House tonight and have dinner with the whole group?” Jeo bit into a piece of bacon and licked syrup off his fingers. He’d already almost eaten everything on his plate, and I’d only taken two bites.

  “Uh, okay. Sure.” I stuffed a bite of pancake in my mouth, and when I looked up, Jeo’s dark eyes were studying me. He leaned across the table, swiped his finger across my bottom lip, and then licked it with a shit-eating grin I couldn’t help but return.

  Once we’d done the dishes and Jeo had dressed, he got ready to leave.

  “You’re not picking Grandma up on your bike, are you?” I asked, suddenly alarmed.

  “I don’t have much of a choice. Maybe she’ll like it.”

  I handed him my keys. “Take my car. You can come back for me. Or I can take your bike.”

  “Nuh, uh. You are not taking my bike. You don’t have a license to ride one anyway, do you?”

  “Yeah, I do, actually. I’ve ridden Tony’s plenty.”

  Jeo shook his head. “No offense, but I don’t let anyone ride my bike. Except maybe my club brothers in an emergency.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. Just keep my grandma off it.”

  Jeo pulled me close for a kiss that curled my toes, smacked my ass, and then he was gone.

  ****

  I was sitting at my desk, distracted by work, when my cell phone rang. I answered it without looking at the screen and froze at the voice on the other line.

  “You little brat, you’ve turned your grandmother against me.”

  “Dad?”

  “Don’t call me that. You’re no son of mine, you disgusting little fag. Did you know that after your infantile display at your grandmother’s party, she’s actually angry at me?”

  My father hadn’t called me on the phone in years, and it took me some time to wrap my head around it. I sat at my desk, frozen, my hand holding a pen and still hovering over the pad I’d been writing on. Slowly, I lowered it and gathered my thoughts.

  “If Grandma’s sick of your bullshit, that’s not my fault,” I said.

  My father chuckled darkly. “Oh, you better believe it is. You’ve played the victim to her for years, convincing her to take you in after your mother died.”

  That statement was so unfair, it felt like a boulder landed in my gut.

  “I should have had you sent off when you were ten and decided you wanted to try on her makeup. I’d gotten the numbers of several places that had been very successful in fixing boys like you.”

  “I can’t be fixed,” I said sourly, hating the way my voice cracked.

  “Not now, but back then, when you were still young, you could have been. I should never have let your mother dissuade me. She was weak, God rest her soul, just like you are, but I loved her.”

  And you don’t love me, my mind finished for him. Why was there still a big part of me that wished he did?

  Anger roiled in my chest, making me want to lash out, but Jeo’s words came back to me. He’d told me to be the better man.

  “If you’re done, I have work to do,” I said as calmly as I could.

  “Oh, I’m not done by a long shot,” my father said. “I’m finally getting my life back together, and you waltz in and fuck it up. You wanted to talk to me so badly at your grandmother’s party, well, talk to me now. Say what you’ve got to say.”

  I opened my mouth, but rather than erupt and spew all the hurt and resentment I kept bottled up inside, I forced myself to hang up the phone. Hands shaking, I blocked his number.

  I couldn’t work after that. My mind kept going over what he’d said and the memory of the venom in his tone.

  The man hated me, his own flesh and blood. And why? Because I wasn’t masculine enough for him. Because I was attracted to men, not women. Because I wasn’t what he’d dreamed his son would be like.

  I recalled the night I’d been out with friends and had stopped at a local bar. I’d heard a familiar laugh and looked over to see my father sitting with a young man I knew worked for him in his insurance company. The guy was around my age, big and beefy, and very masculine. They were laughing together, and my father had put his arm around the guy’s shoulders companionably. Affectionately. Like he’d never done to me in my life. It had cut me to the core and still did when I allowed the memory to unravel.

  Teary-eyed, I gave up on trying to work. On my way down the stairs to my apartment, Tony called, but I ignored it.

  Back at my place, I kicked off my shoes and sat down in front of my fish tank. I watched Dino, my dwarf puffer fish, swim around some rocks before he paused at the glass. He knew I was there; fish were smarter than most people gave them credit for. The striped danios zipped around the tank, flashing silver. I’d been careful not to put any slow-moving fish in with them because the danios tended to bully them and bite their tails. I was pretty sure Dino wouldn’t be very nice, either, as puffers could be aggressive. But he was worth not having other fish. I loved his comical face and the way he responded to me when I talked to him.

  “What are you doing, Dino?” I asked. “Are you expecting food?” I got up and fed him some brine shrimp, then sprinkled some shrimp pellets for the danios into the tank before lying down on the carpet and watching them swim, hoping it would quiet my mind.

  My father’s lashing out at me had taken me by surprise. He had to be really angry to have lowered himself to calling me. I wouldn’t tell Grandma about it; she would only tell him off, and that would make everything worse. He’d blown off his steam, and I needed to put it out of my mind. In the end, he hadn’t managed to do much more than hurt my feelings, and I was used to that.

  But I couldn’t rid myself of the restless feeling in my gut. The kind of feeling that used to drive me to go dancing and hook up. But Jeo and I were being exclusive, and hell, who was I kidding? I didn’t want anyone else.

  I sat up and hugged my legs to me, eyes still on the darting motions of the fish. I bit my lip. It had been Jeo’s idea to be exclusive. We were doing it bare—my idea. He was my boyfriend, even if we were in it just for fun. So he could damn well be the one I turned to when feeling like this. A good pounding would set me to rights. I took a deep breath and let it out before checking my watch. After five. Jeo and Grandma had to be back from their outing—Grandma never let herself miss reruns of The Andy Griffith Show.

  I thought about going over to Rainbow House unannounced, but Jeo had said he didn’t want to fool around there anymore because residents could hear and it was inappropriate, so I got out my phone and typed in a text.

  Please come over.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Jeo

  “Jeo, hey man,” Zeke said when I entered the garage of the clubhouse.

  “Hey. Who’s bike is that?”

  “Adam’s. He can’t ride it, but he wanted me to tune it up, so I wasn’t gonna say no.”

  That made me feel real shitty for Adam, but I knew he wouldn’t appreciate the pity, and I didn’t want to discuss him behind his back. I felt like we did that too much already.

  “Who’s here?” I asked.

  “Adam, Jared, and Cane. Don’t know where Tony is. Blaze is at the warehouse filming a scene with Trace.” He wiped his grease-covered hands with a towel that had seen better days.

  I walked into the house and found Cane lounging on the couch in the living room watching some show about food. I sat down in the big chair, and Cane muted the TV.

  “Hey, what’s up?”

  I shrugged. “Just thought I’d come see what everyone’s doing.”

  “Where’s Nick?”

  “At home. Tony?”
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  “He went shopping, looking for things for the apartment. I wasn’t in the mood. He can go for hours.”

  “Tell me about it. I’ve gone shopping with him before.”

  “Morgan called Tony this morning. Seems he’s talked Zeke into helping him out in the talent show.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Zeke’s gonna dance?” The image of Zeke in a tutu twirling across the stage played in my head for a couple disturbing minutes. Which was stupid, since I’d seen Morgan dance, and he didn’t wear a tutu.

  Cane chuckled. “I don’t know if you could call it dancing, but he’s gonna do something. Probably toss Morgan around.”

  “In tights? Please say he’ll be in tights.” I grinned, tempted to run back out to the garage and rib Zeke about it. But if I did that, Zeke might back out, and I needed pictures.

  Cane laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Morgan can probably get Zeke to do just about anything.”

  “So true. Not that you aren’t equally whipped,” I said.

  “I wouldn’t talk, man. It’s good to see you serious about someone.”

  God, I seemed to be having this conversation with everyone.

  “You are serious about him, right?” Cane asked. “Because Tony’s worried.”

  “For Christ’s sake, Tony needs to stay out of my business.”

  “Like you stayed out of his?”

  “You know you were shady as fuck. I was looking out for him.”

  “And Tony’s looking out for Nick. He loves you, but he isn’t convinced Nick won’t get hurt in the end.”

  “He can quit worrying. If Nick has a problem with us, he’ll tell me about it.”

  The front door opened behind me.

  “What are you two fighting about?” Tony asked, coming around my chair to stand between us.

  “Nothin’, T. We’re getting along great,” I said sarcastically. “Your boyfriend was just dousing me with his lovely personality.”