Two Weeks Later
Liam
Liam nervously wiped his hands on his jeans and looked at the clock. He jumped when Cash startled him with a hug from behind and whispered reassurances, “There’s no need to be nervous. They’ll love you, and you already know Jake and think he’s great. They’re just a bunch of guys coming to play a game, baby.”
“Yeah. I know. I just… I want to make a good impression. You’ve known them so much longer. What if they liked Tommy for you instead?”
“Boy, they know I wasn’t in love with Tommy, and they know I’m absolutely gone over you.”
“They do?”
“Fuck yes, they do. Every single one of them knows you’re it for me. Not only do they know I’d kick their asses if they disrespected you, they’d kick anyone else’s ass that bothered you or hurt you. They’re Daddies, Liam. Protective, nurturing. They’re going to love you, boy.”
Liam sighed and nodded. “I hope you’re right.”
“I know I am. Mattie’s already taken, obviously, but I have a feeling Carter may interest someone tonight.”
Liam shook his head. “Carter is so shy and quiet, and I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable with Daddies hitting on him.”
“You don’t have to worry about these guys. They are all very respectful and are good at reading people. They’ll see how he is and act accordingly. I promise you, boy. Besides, you guys will be watching movies anyway, so he won’t have to feel nervous or uncomfortable for long. Now, let’s go downstairs. Mimi should have everything ready.”
They walked down, hand in hand, and each gave Mimi hugs, chatting a bit with her about what she’d prepared for the Daddies and the boys. She’d agreed to stay for the first hour to make sure everyone had what they needed before she left. She’d also scheduled an extra cleaning in the morning so they didn’t have to worry about that.
When the first of the Daddies arrived, the doorbell rang, and Liam grew nervous again as he answered the door with Cash. They all arrived within fifteen minutes of each other and headed straight for the kitchen where everything was set up for them. They’d all grinned at him and shook his hand gently, several of them commenting that they’d heard great things about him and were glad Cash had finally found “the one.”
He was feeling much more comfortable as he was mingling with them and getting to know them. The Daddies were all very handsome, each in their unique way. He loved that Cash had friends with diverse backgrounds. It was obvious they were all well off. They all dressed well, carried themselves with a confidence and sophistication people gain from growing up or becoming rich in their own right.
They varied in looks, ethnic background, style, and temperament. They were all extraordinarily sexy, but each of their appearances differed so much that Liam couldn’t help but smile at how incongruous they all looked in the same room. Yes, they all wore an air of dominance and self-assurance, but they couldn’t have looked or acted any more dissimilar than they did, from what they wore to how they spoke to how cultured or rough around the edges they were. There was Stephen Wales, the vet; Declan Romero, the architect; Kanai Akiona, the doctor; Malcolm O’Shea, the professor; Leo Moretti, the cop; and Jake Cosgrove, the auto repair business owner. Even their names and occupations were diverse.
He’d been surprised Jake hadn’t shown up with Mattie, but apparently Mattie had wanted to come a bit later on with Carter so their friend wasn’t too nervous coming on his own. He knew the evening was going to stress Carter out. Liam felt protective of his friend and had delayed the boys’ arrival until the Daddies had settled a bit.
It had been about thirty minutes, and when the doorbell rang, he found himself nearly skipping out of the room to get his friends. He even heard a couple chuckles on his way out of the kitchen, and the deep voice of who he thought was the enormous Hawaiian, Kanai, saying, “Your boy is beautiful, Cash. I’m happy for you.”
He shook his head. He’d never in his life seen a bigger man, he could put Jason Momoa to shame in both size and looks. He could probably bench press a house and seemed to be a gentle giant if his soft-spoken demeanor and gentle handshake were anything to go by. He opened the door to a grinning Mateo and a nervous looking Carter.
He opened his arms, and his friends both hugged him fiercely. He took their coats and hung them up. When they heard a boisterous laugh from the kitchen, Mattie started running, leaving Liam and Carter smiling and shaking their heads, following him at a more sedate pace. Liam held Carter’s hand tightly in his as they made their way to the kitchen, watching the tail end of Mattie’s exuberant, “Daddy!” and running launch into Jake’s waiting arms.
Jake’s own smile, firm grip on his boy’s ass, and deep, soul searing kiss was testament to their budding relationship and explosive attraction to each other.
“Have they even been apart for two hours?”
Carter snorted quietly and shook his head. “No more than an hour and a half. I swear to you, I don’t know why he even has clothes at the townhome anymore. He’s never there.”
Liam grew concerned and squeezed Carter’s hand a bit tighter “Are you all right there alone?”
Carter shrugged and nodded. “I’m fine.”
Liam wasn’t sure about that, but he made a mental note to talk to him about it later, and maybe even mention it to Cash. They walked into the kitchen and heard Jake say, “Hey guys, meet my boy Mateo, Mattie for short.”
Mattie—legs still wrapped around Jake’s waist— smiled and said, “Hi, Daddies!”
Jake growled at that and started munching on Mattie’s neck making him giggle.
There were some chuckles, and all the men were smiling bemusedly at his friend. He stepped forward with Carter’s hand in his and said, “And this is our friend Carter, guys.”
Several of the guys smiled and said hello to Carter, but Liam was surprised when Kanai stepped forward, huge hand outstretched, his voice soft and soothing, “Hello, Carter. It’s nice to finally meet you. I think I’ve seen you around my neighborhood, walking late at night when I’m out jogging. I’ve thought about saying hello, but I didn’t want to scare you.”
Liam felt when Carter was about to let go and shake his hand, but then Carter backed up and gripped him tighter instead. His friend looked from Kanai down to the ground and shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t take walks late at night.”
“But…” Kanai stopped himself before he said anything else. His confused expression morphing into concern when he saw how anxious Carter was getting.
Carter shook his head and said, “Excuse me, I have to use the restroom.” He glanced up to the room at large, avoiding Kanai’s gaze and said, “It was nice meeting everyone.”
He turned and fled, and Liam watched as Mattie scrambled down from Jake’s arms. When he reached Liam, he grabbed his hand, and they both ran after Carter, confusion and worry hastening their steps. When they got to the foyer, they saw the bathroom door shutting, and Mattie clung to him as they waited for their friend to come out. Liam walked them over to the stairs across the foyer and sat with him to wait.
Cash came out of the kitchen, concern evident in his gaze. “Hey, baby. Is he going to be all right? Kanai feels awful.”
Liam shook his head, whispering like Cash had done, “I don’t know what’s going on. This isn’t like Carter at all. Where does Kanai live?”
“Revere.”
“Jesus, that’s close to the townhome.”
Cash nodded but didn’t say anything further. Mattie scooted in closer to him, and he wrapped his arm around his friend. They waited for several minutes. Finally, Cash stood, kissed him on the head, and said, “I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. I’m gonna get a game started. Come and get me if you need me, baby.”
Liam tilted his head up for a kiss. “Thank you, Daddy.”
They watched him walk away, and then stood up when Carter opened the bathroom and walked out, a smile on his face that seemed genuine. “Hi. Are we gonna go watch movies?”
Liam stepped forward. “Are you all right? You seemed upset that Kanai thought he saw you in Revere.”
Carter blushed and shook his head. “I’ve never seen him before, and believe me, he’s not someone I’d miss.”
Liam kept Carter’s gaze, and damned if he wasn’t telling the truth. Huh. The plot thickens. Liam shrugged, figuring if Carter wanted to talk, he would. He clasped his friends’ hands and led them down to the theater room where there was pizza keeping warm, sodas, movie theater snacks, and treats.
The room was one of Liam’s favorites. Leather, reclining theater seats made up the back half, the front half was made up of an enormous, plush mat covering the floor, the size of four king-sized beds. It was perfect for so many things. A great place for movie watching, obviously, but also for snuggling, pillow fights, wrestling, and, as he’d discovered with Daddy, sex.
There were mounds of pillows tossed here and there, and blankets so soft you wanted to live in them. They gathered more food than they could possibly eat and laid it out on the mat in front of them, sampling a bit of everything as they started Pulp Fiction. When they finished eating, they cleaned up after themselves and snuggled together on the mat; pillows, blankets, and all. Towards the end of the movie, Liam realized both his friends were asleep, and rather than getting up, he just lay there until he too drifted off.
Cash
Everyone had left except Jake and Kanai. He could see Kanai’s desire to try and make things right with Carter, but he knew in the end, his friend wouldn’t want to embarrass the boy. He was about to ask if either of them wanted a nightcap when Kanai said, “Cash, I’ve seen that boy in Revere. I’m positive of that. But I’ve never wanted to spook him, and he always looks kind of lost.”
“Lost?”
Kanai sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Not lost as in he doesn’t know where to go, just…lost. Like he’s wandering without a destination and in his own little world. I’ve often thought he was so young and beautiful, out there are night on his own. It’s an affluent neighborhood, sure, but that doesn’t make it one hundred percent safe. But I’d never approach a boy in that situation.”
Cash chuckled. “Well, Carter’s not exactly short, maybe six foot, but Kanai, you’re, what? Six foot six, at least?”
Kanai ran his hand through his chin length hair and nodded. “Just shy of six-seven. But it’s not just my height, it’s my bulk, and for some, my dark skin. If I ran towards that boy at night anywhere, Revere included, he’d run screaming.”
Cash nodded and scratched his beard. “Yeah. Probably. He’s quiet and shy, but he’s just the sweetest thing, Kanai. If you’re interested, I can call you next time the boys are over, and you can casually stop by for a bit. But you’re gonna have to take things real slow with him. He might spook pretty easily and won’t want to be ‘set up,’ if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I get it. Let me know if they’re over sometime, and I’ll try to stop by if my schedule allows.”
Cash reached out, and they shook hands and thumped each other on the back then Jake and Kanai did the same. “Go down to your boys. I’ll let myself out.”
Cash clapped him on the back as they all left the kitchen. He and Jake walked down to the basement door on the other side of the house, hearing the front door click shut as they took the stairs down. When they opened the theater door, the room was dark. The black screen on the wall cast enough of a glow for them to find their boys piled together in a mound of arms, legs, pillows, and blankets.
He watched as Jake kneeled down and rested his palm on both Mattie and Carter’s heads, whispering, “Boys, wake up.”
There was a bit of grumbling, and Cash heard Mattie whine before he whispered, “Sleepy, Daddy.”
“I know you are, little one. But everyone’s gone now, and it’s time to go home. We’ll crash at your place tonight.”
Carter sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. “You don’t have to do that. I have my car.”
Jake clasped Carter’s chin and turned his head towards him. “You’re not driving when you’re this tired. I’ll take you home and arrange to have your car brought to you in the morning. Understood?”
Carter cleared his throat and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Keys?”
Carter dug them out and handed them over. “All right. Come on. Try to extricate yourself from Liam without waking him. He looks like he’s still dead to the world.”
Cash chuckled at that, knowing it was most likely true. Liam had been stressed about their evening with friends and had probably exhausted himself with it. He smiled at Jake when he saw the man holding both the boys’ hands, not just Mattie’s. Jake was a gruff man, someone not to be trifled with, but he had a soft spot for boys in need, and both of those boys were in need of many things.
Jake nodded at him and spoke softly, “Thanks, man. Tell your boy thanks as well. We’ll let ourselves out, and I’ll be in touch about Carter’s car.”
Cash held out his hand for the keys and tucked them away, watching the three men leave. He turned the dimmer lights on, and shut the projector off. He knelt down and scooped Liam up which woke him enough to smile and wrap his arms around Cash’s neck. Walking them towards the elevator, Cash shivered when his boy’s hair and his soft lips brushed against his neck. Then the whispering started.
“Daddy, I need you inside of me. Want to feel your big cock sliding deep. Need to feel your cum filling me up, and your fist wrapped around my pretty little cock.”
His baby boy licked his neck then softly bit his earlobe, reaching a hand up to scratch his fingers into his beard and tug. Fuck, he was a goner. Liam rubbed his body against Cash’s chest and let out throaty little purrs and sighs. Then, gripping Cash hard around the neck, Liam maneuvered himself in Cash’s arms enough to wrap his legs around his waist. Jesus, his baby boy was a contortionist, and oh dear god, the grinding.
All Cash could do was hold on as the onslaught continued. His boy licked into his mouth, bit his tongue then his lower lip. He tugged on Cash’s beard with his teeth—that was new—then licked his way down to his shirt collar, nibbling his way back up while mewling and whimpering noises escaped him. And all the while, his baby boy’s hips were gyrating to their own rhythm. A rhythm that had him hard as steel and ready to fuck.
The whispering continued as the bell dinged for the top floor. He made it out of the elevator and headed down the hall, his very own spider monkey clinging to him. All he could do is grunt in response to his boy’s continued assault. He had no words for what his little vixen was doing to him, and he wasn’t about to interrupt such a blatant display of intoxicating arousal.
One thing was for sure, he couldn’t take them another step. He meant to press his boy into the wall, but the goddamn console table randomly placed in the hallway by his interior designer got in the way. He went with it and set the boy down on the surface which jostled the table, causing the glass lamp to fall off the edge and shatter.
Liam gasped, but Cash slammed his mouth over the boy’s lips, not giving a shit about lamp. “Fuck, little boy, need you naked.”
“Mmm, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”
“Yes, baby. I got you.”
He kissed his boy’s lips again and reached for Liam’s belt. He had him unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped in seconds and was violently yanking his boys pants down as Liam lifted himself up on his palms to raise his hips from the table’s surface. Fuck, a jockstrap. Jesus Christ, the boy was going to be his undoing. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed a packet of lube out of his wallet, ripping it open with one hand and his teeth, undoing his own pants with his other hand, not bothering to push them down his hips.
Liam’s hands were everywhere. It was like he’d sprouted another pair, because Cash would swear his ass was being grabbed, his dick was being pulled out, his nipples were being pinched through his shirt, and his beard was being tugged on, all at the same fucking time, and goddammit, he was going to come in his boy’s hand if he didn’t stop whispering in his needy little voice.
He grunted. “Ass on the edge of the table. Lean back against the wall, and spread those cheeks for Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes. Yes. Mmm, no prep. No prep, Daddy. Just lube your dick and fuck me hard.”
Holy fucking hell. “Boy…”
“Please! Daddy, please. I need it. I need you. The pain, I just… I need it. Fill me up. Please just—” He gasped and moaned when Cash did as he asked. “Oh fuck! Oh god, Daddy! Yes!”
And then he was plunging into that greedy little hole faster than he’d ever fucked it before. The table was hitting the wall every goddamn second, and Liam’s breathing was choppy, whooshing out each time Cash fucked back in. He saw Liam scrambling for purchase on the edge of the table and growled, “Hold on to me, boy. Gonna fuck you senseless.”
Liam reached up and locked his hands behind Cash’s neck in an iron grip. “Yes, oh god.”
“Gonna fill you up so good.”
“Please, I need it. I need your cum, Daddy. Need it in me forever. Need it, need it. Mmm.”
“Jesus… Jesus Christ, baby. You want my cum to stay inside of you?”
“Yes, Daddy. Forever, forever. Make you a part of me. I need… I need…”
“Daddy will give you what you need. Wrap those legs around me tight. I need to get us to the bedroom.”
Liam did as he asked, clinging like a limpet. Cash lost his rhythm as he crunched over the broken lamp and shivered when Liam bit his neck and fucked himself down on his cock. He made it around the corner then slammed them against the wall and fucked into his boy’s greedy hole several times before pushing off and heading down the hall again, in what he assumed could be only be described as a drunken stagger, regardless of his sobriety.
When he managed to get them to their bedroom, he toed his shoes off at the door and walked them into the room, holding onto his boy’s hips as Liam reached behind himself and grabbed his shirt to pull it over his head. He set his boy on the bed’s edge, not wanting to pull out of him. And when Liam went to pull apart and take his jock off, he smacked his boy’s ass hard then grabbed that ass cheek and squeezed it to hold him in place. “Don’t even think about pulling away from me. You’re keeping that jock on until I take it off.”
Liam nodded, lying back on the bed, desperation clear in his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
Cash leaned over and pulled two things out of his nightstand, tucking them both in the deep cargo pockets of his pants and gripped his boy’s thighs, nudging them both farther up on the bed. “Gonna tear that ass up, now. Are you ready?”
“Mmm, please, Daddy.”
That was all he needed. He fucked his boy’s ass like he had something to prove, and maybe, just maybe, he did. His boy was all moans, whimpers, and sighs, and he was all grunts, growls, and groans. “Such a greedy little whore for your Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Oh, fuck…”
“Answer me when I ask you a question.”
He fucked him harder and grinned when Liam answered, his voice stuttering with the pounding his ass was getting, “Yes, Daddy, I’m your little whore.”
“My little cum slut.”
“Fuck yes. Need your cum in me so bad. Need it, Daddy.”
“Fuck. I know you do, boy. I know. I’m gonna give it to you too. You ready?”
“Yes. Please Daddy, can I—”
Cash growled out, “Don’t you even think about touching that sweet little dick, and don’t you dare come. Not yet.”
Liam whined, but Cash ignored it and got busy fucking his little cum hole. “Gonna fill you up. You ready, little boy?”
“Yes, Daddy, I need it, please!”
Cash let go of his control and lost all semblance of rhythm as he fucked into his boy’s greedy channel. His vision went hazy and his grunts staccato as he came so hard and deep into his boy’s depths, he didn’t know where he ended and Liam began. He collapsed on top of his whimpering boy, catching most of his weight on one of his forearms, gazing down into Liam’s eyes.
His orgasmic haze cleared when he realized Liam was crying. “Jesus, baby.” He made to pull out, but Liam wrapped his legs around his hips and hooked his feet together to lock him tight. “Sweetheart, what is it?”
Liam shook his head and wiped his eyes. “Love you. I love you so much, Daddy.”
“Shhh, shh, baby. Let me pull out. I want to take care of you too.”
Liam gasped and shook his head. “Don’t pull out. I don’t want it to come out. Please, not yet.”
“Daddy’s cum?”
Cash smiled as Liam nodded, said, “Mmhmm,” and wiped the back of his hand across his runny nose. Goddamn, he was the cutest thing. “Baby, I told you I’d give you what you need, now trust me.”
He saw the worry then the acceptance when Liam finally nodded. He pulled what he needed out of his pocket, and when he slid himself from his boy’s depths, he slid a butt plug in to take his place. When Liam realized what he’d done, he started sobbing anew. Cash leaned over him and kissed him softly, delving deep with his tongue and tasting his boy’s sweet mouth.
“Shh, baby. I got you. Let Daddy take care of you now. I need you to be a part of me too.”
He kissed down his boy’s body and grabbed the sides of the jock, dragging it down and over his boy’s dick, watching it as it was pulled down, and then flicked back up, a drop of pre-cum dripping from its tip. “So pretty. Need your pretty little dick in my mouth. Want to taste you, swallow you whole, and drink you down.”
Liam gasped and bucked his hips as Cash did just that. Pulling off with a pop, he took his boy’s balls into his mouth, tugging them, licking them, and sucking them until he finally let them go again. “Come anytime, little boy. Daddy needs to taste it.”
Swallowing his boy whole again, he set up a rhythm, sucking as hard as he could, knowing he loved the friction. He slid his tongue along the underside of his boy’s cock, and when he pulled to the tip, he flicked it against the frenulum, driving Liam wild and causing his hips to buck up. He held him down and continued to hit that spot over and over and over again then he licked the slit, and it was all over.
Liam sobbed, and his hips stuttered. “Daddy! Oh, god, so good.”
His boy came so hard, and for so long, Cash had to swallow more than once, and he loved every fucking second of it. When he was finally done, his boy’s cock must have been extra sensitive, because he curled up into a fetal position to get way from Cash’s lips and tongue. Cash crawled up the bed to pull Liam into him as his body shook like a leaf while he recovered.
He tilted Liam’s face up to meet his gaze and was again surprised by the tears. “Baby, did I hurt you? Was it too much?”
Liam nodded, and his heart started to pound. “Fuck, boy, I’m sor—”
His boy covered Cash’s mouth up with his small hand and shook his head, a tear sliding down his face. “It was exactly what I needed. You hurt me just like I asked you to, and it was all too much, and so fucking perfect. I love you, Cash, so much it hurts sometimes.”
“God, baby, you slay me. Come here.” He pulled his boy in closer and surrounded him with his bigger body. “I have something I want to give you, and I’ve been waiting for the right time.”
Liam pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. Cash wiped his tear stained cheeks with his thumbs. “Tonight is the perfect time because tonight you needed part of me to be with you, to stay with you, and I needed the same thing. I bought you something that to me, is like what a Dom would give his submissive. But since we aren’t technically Dom and sub, but instead, Daddy and boy, I didn’t want you wearing a collar. It didn’t feel right. So, I had something made for you to signify the same thing.”
He could feel Liam’s body vibrating with tension and expectation, he nearly smiled when his boy sucked in a breath and held it. “Breathe, baby.”
He slid his hand in his pocket, pulled out the little silk sachet, and opened it up, pulling out what he wanted and palming it before Liam could see it. Sitting up and leaning back against the headboard, he patted his lap and smiled when Liam scrambled to sit astride him. His boy was completely naked, while he was mostly fully dressed. God, he loved that. He clasped his boy’s right hand and pulled it to his chest, over his heart.
“This will go on your right hand. It’s a pledge to you that you’re my everything, and that you own my heart.” He pulled Liam’s hand from his chest, palm up, and dropped the ring there.
Liam gasped and slapped his other hand over his mouth in shock. “Oh my god, Daddy.”
“Read it.”
Liam held the ring with shaking hands and turned it this way and that, choked sobs wracking is body. Cash smiled, so happy he’d done right by his boy. “Read it to me, boy.”
“Forever your Daddy. I love you, baby boy.”
Liam broke down and lay his head on Cash’s sternum, his body shaking again. Cash just held onto him until he could speak again. Finally, his boy lifted his head and gazed at him. “You said this to me when you found me again. When you finally let me in.”
Cash nodded, so happy he remembered. “I did. Later, when we both know it’s the right time, I’ll put another one on your left hand, but until then, I wanted you to have this.”
Liam looked down at the ring and shook his head and said, “No.”
Cash grew concerned, but before he could say anything, Liam looked back up and smiled. “I don’t want another one. When you ask me to marry you, I just want you to move it over to my left hand. I don’t want another ring. I want this one, forever.”
Cash chuckled, his own eyes stinging as he nodded. “Okay. I can do that.”
He clasped Liam’s face, about to lean in to kiss him when Liam stopped him with his hand over his heart. “Put it on me, please, Daddy.”
Heart pounding, he did as his boy asked and watched, love overwhelming him, as his boy smiled bigger than he’d ever smiled before. But again, when Cash tried to draw him in for a kiss, Liam held back. “I’m going to buy you one, too. It’s going to say, ‘Forever your boy. I love you, Daddy.’”
Cash grinned and nodded. “I’ll wear it forever.”
Liam nodded. “Forever,” and finally allowed Cash to pull him in for a kiss.