Cash
Cash was happy to see the sweet smile on his boy’s face when he got into the driver’s seat and glanced over at Liam. He’d have to tread lightly with the boy. Cash could tell he wasn’t that experienced, and he didn’t want to push him too far too fast. He might have to speak with Tommy about that inexperience to see. . . fuck. . . Tommy.
He pulled out onto the street, headed towards the freeway, and clicked the Bluetooth button. “Call Tommy.” As the phone dialed the long international number, he clasped Liam’s hand and noticed the telltale shake. He sincerely hoped his boy would be able to forgive Tommy. He’d love it if they continued to be friends.
“Sir, I’ve been so worried. Did you find Liam?”
Cash glanced quickly over at Liam and smiled sadly at the stricken look on Liam’s face. “Yeah. I found him. He’s here with me.”
Tommy got unusually quiet then they could both hear him suck in a breath and crumble from thousands of miles away. “I’m sorry, Liam! I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse. I didn’t think of it as a lie because I wrote the letter, but that’s what I feel like I did, and… oh god, I messed everything up and—”
“You didn’t. I’m here.” Cash glanced over and saw the tears streaming down Liam’s face. He reached over and held his hand and received a reassuring squeeze in return. “I’m here, and I’m all right.”
Cash could hear the tears continuing in Tommy’s voice. “I hope you know I’d never lie to you on purpose. I feel like you’ve become one of my closest friends, and I don’t want to lose you. I hope you can forgive me, Liam.”
“It’s okay, Tommy. There’s nothing to forgive. You’re one of my closest friends, too.” Liam sniffed, using his free hand to wipe away the tears, his gauze now wet with them. Letting go of his boy’s hand, he reached into his middle console and pulled out a packet of tissues, handing them over. Liam smiled sadly at him and opened the bag.
“Did your Daddy hand you a packet of tissues?”
Liam let out a watery laugh and said, “Yeah, he did.”
“That’s cause he’s always prepared to take care of you. He’s the best Daddy you could ever have, Liam. I know you’ll be happy with him.”
Liam glanced over at him and smiled shyly. “I think so, too.”
Cash heard Tommy sigh in relief. “I’m so glad, Liam. I have to get going, I told my temporary mentors I had an emergency.”
Cash’s brows drew together. “Temporary mentors?”
Tommy scoffed. “Pfft. Yes. Rafael was here and gone. Took a leave of absence. So, I have his interim chef and the sous chef training me. Anyway, I gotta go. Can I call you in a couple days? I mean, I don’t have to, I just. . . I miss talking to you.”
Cash glanced over at Liam and saw the tremulous smile on his face and something in him settled. He pulled Liam’s hand over to his lap, resting his palm over the back of the boy’s hand as Liam answered, “Yeah, I’d like that. I miss you, too.”
Tommy let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank god. Okay, you two, talk to you soon.”
Cash rubbed Liam’s hand and said, “Talk to you later, Tommy.” And Liam added, “Bye.”
When they hung up, they drove in silence for a little while before Liam finally said, “Thank you for coming to get me, Sir.”
Cash stopped at the red light before the freeway on-ramp. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” He smiled and leaned over into his new boy’s space and kissed him gently, twice, before pulling forward and getting them on the freeway home. “Do you want some music on?”
Liam shook his head and replied, “No. I’ve got a bit of a headache.”
Cash got back into his console and pulled out some pain killers, handing the container over and then handing him a bottle of water to drink them down. Liam looked down at the items in his hand and looked back up, a serious expression on his face.
“You really are going to take good care of me, aren’t you?”
Cash reached over and slid his hand over Liam’s thigh, squeezing it gently. “I am.”
Liam kept his gaze on him for another few moments, Cash glancing from the road back to Liam to be sure he knew he was serious. Liam nodded and sighed, a barely there, “Thank you, Daddy,” ghosting from his lips before he opened the bottle of pills and took a couple, putting everything, including the tissue packet, back where they’d come from.
“Go ahead and lean your seat back and rest a while. We’ve got time enough to talk later. Let’s get rid of your pain first.”
All Liam did was nod, lean his seat back, and fall immediately to sleep. Cash shook his head. Poor kid was exhausted, and who could blame him? The boy had been through hell the last couple days. Cash was bound and determined to fix that and do his best to make the boy happy. He couldn’t allow himself get too emotionally involved with the kid. He just couldn’t.
He was too damned young and would eventually want to be with a Daddy closer to his own age if he wanted a long-term relationship. But until then, Cash vowed to do his best to make the boy happy and teach him all he’d need to know for the Daddy he’d eventually end up with. He settled in for a quiet car ride and kept his hand on his boy’s thigh, feeling extraordinarily lucky to be given another chance to have a boy that would make him happy.
Three hours later, he felt Liam stir and glanced over to see him stretch, look at the clock, and grimace. “Sorry I slept so long. Thought I’d just be out for an hour at most.”
Cash squeezed Liam’s thigh and smiled when the boy moved to cover his hand and give it a squeeze in return. Cash pulled off the freeway at the next exit, headed towards a chain restaurant he figured was better than a fast food joint, and pulled into the parking lot. He squeezed Liam’s leg again, unhooked his seatbelt and kissed him softly on the lips, whispering, “Stay right where you are.”
Liam did as he was told, and Cash walked around the car to open his door and help him out. He clasped Liam’s hand and made to turn to lead them to the restaurant’s entrance, but he was stopped when Liam didn’t budge. Turning, a questioning look in his eyes, Cash met Liam’s gaze, saw his rosy cheeks and moved back towards him. He leaned back against the car door and slid his finger in one of Cash’s belt loops, tugging him flush against his body.
Cash slid his arm around Liam’s back and smiled down a him. Liam’s flirtatious smile and sparkling eyes made his smile grow wider. “What is it, boy?”
“The first time it happened, I thought it was because I was hurt. The second time, at the shop, I thought it was because I was taking too long getting my wallet, but you asked me to wait for you this time. Do I need to wait every time I get out of the car?”
Cash couldn’t fully read Liam yet, so he didn’t want to step on his toes, if the boy didn’t like it. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want—”
He stopped when Liam lifted his fingers to his lips to shush him. The boy was adorable when he smiled shyly up and him, and when he said, “Does Daddy want me to wait for him to come help me out of the car?” Cash nearly groaned out loud and pressed his hips into Liam’s so he’d feel what Liam had done to him.
“Yes, boy, I do.”
Liam looked deeply into his eyes, lifted his hands and scratched them through Cash’s beard. Cash couldn’t keep his hips from grinding into Liam’s again. Damn, but the boy was full of surprises. Liam licked his lips and asked, “Are you always going to take such good care of me?”
“Yes. I take care of what’s mine.”
Liam nodded as if his answer had been expected then whispered, “How am I ever going to be able to thank you for being so good to me?”
Cash couldn’t keep the Cheshire grin off his face when he nearly growled, “I’m sure I can come up with something.”
Liam licked his lips and said, “I hope so.” And pushed against Cash’s body enough to have him moving back. Liam clasped his hand and looked up at him when he asked, “Can I get a milkshake, Daddy?”
Cash chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, I think you deserve one. Come on. Let’s fatten you up a bit, shall we?”
Liam laughed and nodded. “Yes. Let’s.”
They ate lunch, which consisted of burgers, fries, and milkshakes. He’d have his boy at a healthier weight in no time. He didn’t want to have anything resembling a serious talk about their relationship until they were home, so he kept it light. He told stories about Tommy and absolutely loved to see Liam’s face light up with his laughter. And he found himself laughing at Liam’s stories about himself and his sister as well. He’d had a good feeling about the boy earlier on, but after their day, and especially that lunch, he was feeling very optimistic.
Liam had felt so comfortable with him, he’d taken his shoes off under the booth table and played footsie with him. It was so unexpected, patently adorable, and daring of his boy, that he’d let him play for quite some time. When Liam had finally felt bold enough to put one of his feet against Cash’s semi, rubbing his foot up along his length, Cash had looked across the table at him and seen the mischievous boy lurking behind the man’s eyes.
He’d been helpless against Liam’s smile and had let him have his fun, which had finally ended in Liam slouching and shoving both of his socked feet under Cash’s spread thighs. He’d had his straw in his mouth and had moaned. Cash nearly choked on his own laughter, unsure what had caused Liam’s reaction until he whispered, “You’re so warm.”
Cash had reached his hand down and touched the tops of Liam’s freezing cold feet then under his jeans to his calves which were also cold. He spent the rest of their lunch warming the boy up with soft touches from his warm hands. But he wasn’t about to forget about Liam’s hour long teasing session. Oh no. The boy had it coming, and once they got in the car, he was going to collect.
As soon as they got in the car and back on the freeway, he glanced at Liam and got a grin shot his way. He grinned back and said, “Unzip your jeans for me and pull out your pretty little cock and balls. I want to see them.”
Liam’s eyes grew wide, but damned if the boy didn’t do as he said without a hint of hesitation. He watched the road then glanced back at his boy. Liam had unzipped and even lifted his hips so he could pull his jeans down just enough to keep the zipper from irritating his pretty, soft ball sac. “Lift your shirt up a bit, so I can see your little happy trail. There you go, boy. Tell me how pretty you are.”
He glanced back over at Liam and saw him gazing down at himself then over at Cash, down, and then over again. He took a deep breath and said, “I’m pretty, Daddy.”
That wouldn’t do. Cash shook his head. “I’m not convinced. Tell Daddy why you’re pretty.”
Liam groaned and looked down at his little cock and balls, nudged up and out by the waistband of his boxer briefs, nothing hidden from view. Cash waited patiently for Liam to find his words. Finally, he answered, “I’m pretty because my sac is soft to the touch.”
“That’s right, keep going.”
“I’m pretty because I shave everything so it’s smooth.”
“Yes, Daddy loves that. Did you do that for me, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy. All for you.”
“That’s my good boy. What else?”
He glanced over and saw Liam look down again. “Um, I’m pretty because my skin is flawless, and you can see the outline of my cockhead through my foreskin.”
“Yes, I love that. What else?” He glanced down at Liam’s cock, a thrill zinging through him when he saw the boy was getting hard.
“I’m pretty because I’m so responsive, and I’m pretty because when I’m fully hard, my cock stands straight up.”
“And why does it do that?”
Liam whimpered, “Because it’s small and not too heavy and weighed down.”
“That’s right. My boy is so delicate and small. Do you know how that makes me feel?”
Liam shook his head. “No.”
“If you’re delicate and small, what does that make me?”
Liam let out a tiny moan, and Cash knew he was going to have a hard time keeping himself from coming in his pants. “It makes you big and strong.” Cash glanced over and saw his boy’s mouth move into an O. “And able to take care of your boy and protect him.”
Cash smiled at Liam and nodded. “That’s right, little one. Daddy likes to take care of you and protect you. It feeds into my inner Daddy and dominant personality. So, do you believe me when I say you’re the perfect size for me?”
He glanced over and saw Liam glanced down. “Yes, Sir. I’m pretty because my little cock makes Daddy happy, and I’m pretty because Daddy says so.”
“That’s right. And look how pretty that drop of pre-cum is. Don’t let it fall, boy. Catch it on your finger and taste it for Daddy.”
He heard a whimper and could see out of the corner of his eye that Liam shuddered as he followed his directions. “What does it taste like?”
“It’s sweet, Daddy.”
“It is sweet, isn’t it? Just like you. Now put your hands down by your sides and spread your thighs nice and wide. Daddy wants to play with his pretty boy.”
Cash couldn’t keep a chuckle in when the boy muttered, “ohmygod.”
He reached over, keeping his eyes on the road, and cradled Liam’s cock and balls in his hand. His skin was soft and smooth. Cash lifted his sac and pushed down the band of his boxers, slowly ghosting his fingers over his boy’s taint, causing him to gasp and writhe in his seat.
Liam’s muttering continued, “ohfuckme.”
Cash chuckled again and said, “We’ll get to that, I promise. Now, be quiet so Daddy can concentrate on driving while he plays with his toys, okay?”
A whimper escaped Liam before he nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”
That’s exactly what he did, he teased, pinched, tickled, pulled, fisted, and jacked his boy’s cock, over and over and over again, edging him until he nearly lost his mind and his load. The boy’s noises had his own cock rock hard and leaking. His voice was breathy and sweet, mewling, moaning, gasping, and crying out. He’d jack him to near completion then let his little cock go, delving under his sack to tease his tight hole and his taint, rolling his balls around in his soft little sac. Then, when Liam had calmed, he’d do it all over again.
“Daddy, I don’t think I can take anymore.”
“My pretty boy is going to think twice before teasing Daddy under the table, playing footsie and rubbing Daddy’s hard cock with his foot, isn’t he?”
Light dawned, and the boy gasped. “Ohmygod. Yes. Yes, Daddy. I’ll think twice. Oh, Jesus, I’ll think three times, four. Please, just let me come.”
“Do you think you deserve to come?”
Liam moaned. “Yes, Daddy. Please. I told you how pretty I was. My pretty little cock needs to come Daddy. Please, let me come for you, Daddy.”
Cash wrapped his big hand around his boy’s cock, swallowing it up until it disappeared in his fist. Softly and slowly, he jacked him until Liam’s hips were moving in time with his ministrations and he was begging and pleading for release. “Come for Daddy.”
Liam’s loud shout brought a wicked grin to Cash’s lips, and cum coated Cash’s palm and wrist. He’d managed to save the car from getting spunky, but damn did Liam come a lot. He glanced at his hand and held it out for Liam to see. “Look what you’ve done, boy. What a mess. You know Daddy can’t drive with his hand all sticky and slick like this. Now, how is a boy supposed to clean his Daddy up?”
Liam, breath still heaving, licked his lips and met Cash’s eyes. “I-I could lick you clean, Daddy.”
“I think that’s best. Hurry now, before it drips.”
Liam clasped Cash’s forearm and brought it to his lips. He started at his wrist, sipping at the drops then licking his skin clean. When he got to his hand, Cash thought he’d come in his pants like a horny teenager. The feeling of his boy’s tongue delving between his fingers and sucking one, then two, then three of them into his mouth, all while Cash was trying to keep them safe on the freeway, was something he’d never forget.
When Liam was done, he grabbed a few tissues from the pack and some water from the bottle and wetted the tissues, wiping him clean. Cash looked over and brought Liam’s hand to his mouth to kiss it. Liam moved to pull up his pants, and Cash cleared his throat. “I didn’t give you permission to do that yet, did I?”
“No, Sir.”
“Keep them as is. Daddy likes to touch what’s his.”
Cash placed his freshly cleaned hand on Liam’s cock and balls, and simply held them in his hand, caressing them occasionally. They sat like that for the next hour, chatting and getting to know each other’s non-sexual likes and dislikes. All the while, Cash held onto Liam’s cock, saying without words that he owned every bit of Liam’s body, and it was his to do with as he pleased. Eventually, Liam placed a hand over Cash’s and caressed it, holding on to it, as if in agreement that Liam, and every part of him, was now owned by Cash.
When they finally got home, Cash had Liam take a bath in his big master bath to loosen up his muscles from sitting in the car while he unpacked all of Liam’s things into the blue room he’d used only two nights before. He was starting to feel a pull towards the boy that scared the fuck out of him. He was going to lose his heart to him, and it was going to kill Cash when he left, but he just couldn’t force himself to let him go. He’d have to do everything in his power to keep some semblance of distance between them. Keeping him in the blue room, on the other side of the house from his bedroom, would ensure they slept not only separately but far enough away to avoid being too tempted.
When he was done unpacking, he went and helped the boy finish bathing and got him out, giving him a full rub down with arnica cream and getting him dressed in some sweats he’d found in his suitcase. He walked the boy down the long hallway, over the balcony between the two wings of the house—both sides connected by a sweeping staircase—and over into the blue room, to show him where he’d be living.
Though he tried to put a spin on it, telling Liam he had his own space and didn’t need to worry about being too loud with his music or his television, he could see the sadness in Liam’s eyes. He stepped forward into the boy’s space and gently hugged him close. “It’s for the best, boy. I don’t know how much I can give at this point, and we don’t know how compatible we’ll be. Keeping a small measure of distance between us is a good idea. You’ll see.”
His heart nearly broke at the fake smile that Liam gave him and the nod of acceptance as he quickly turned away and busied himself with unpacking. “I’ll give you some time to settle in, all right? I’m going to go take a swim and check in with my office and see what’s going on and if I’m needed. After that, I’ll make dinner. You can come down any time, feel free to look around the house and make yourself at home. We’ll talk about our contract at dinner and go from there, okay?”
Again, with the fake smile and nod. “Yes, Sir.”
It was a Sir, not a Daddy, but at least it wasn’t devoid of both. They’d get through this and feel their way around until they both had sure footing. Until then, Cash would lead them toward what he knew was right for them for now. He’d leave options open, but he knew he’d never be enough for the boy. Hell, twenty years was a big difference in age, he wasn’t about to assume he’d be enough for Liam long term. Sure, he could take care of the boy, but just like with Tommy, he’d do what was best for Liam, find out what his dream was, and make it happen. He was good at that.
It didn’t matter that Liam, and everything that he was, felt different to him. It didn’t matter that he had an attraction to the boy like he’d never had with Tommy. Obviously, Tommy was beautiful, energetic, young, sweet, and fun, but he wasn’t Liam. And if he could say that this early on, how was he going to feel in a week, a month, half a year?
He knew he’d inevitably fall in love with Liam. Not just love him but be truly, madly in love with the boy. It would take time. But he’d known the second he’d seen him on his doorstep two days ago that the kid was different in a way that would draw him in like a fly to honey. He had to maintain some level of control, and this was the only way he knew how. He wasn’t about to shoot himself in the foot and reject the boy outright. He wasn’t that self-sacrificing, but in order to put the boy first, having him live at the opposite side of the house was his best solution.
He was fucked.