Eric
It felt vacant.
My apartment didn’t just feel like I’d been gone for a few days, it felt vacant. Empty. Even though there was still furniture in it, the place looked like I’d already moved out. Some of the feeling was probably because a lot of my stuff was over at Marcus’s house, but I think it was mostly because I’d mentally checked out a long time ago.
Even before we’d started talking about me officially moving in, Daddy had wanted me to keep some clothes over at his house. Shirts and pants for work became books and pictures…he probably didn’t think anything of it, but it felt like he was pulling me into his space. Keeping me close.
I’d never had anyone do that for me before.
Even when I’d moved into my aunt’s house, it had felt like I was intruding—at least on some level. She hadn’t even had a guest room when I’d gotten there. All I’d had for the first week or two was a twin bed shoved in the corner of her office that she’d used as a sort of couch. She’d done her best to make it feel like my home, but I never quite got there. With Daddy, it was different.
He’d made a room for me before he’d ever met me.
My nursery had been his way of making sure I would know right away he wanted me and that I was home. As scary as it had been to walk in that room for the first time, it’d meant something. It was mine.
As much as I’d tried to make my apartment seem like a home, it’d never felt right. I’d always been…alone. Not lonely, exactly, but isolated, different. Even the people I’d surrounded myself with had reinforced that.
I could see that now.
I might not make a fortune at my job, but I could have moved at any time. I just hadn’t been ready. Daddy had helped me to see that and to find my strength. Now he just needed to help me find my patience as I packed up the stupid boxes.
“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Violet’s high-pitched voice made me jump, almost dropping the books I was packing up. She didn’t seem to notice and kept right on going. “I could send my Gerald over. He’s handy and has packed us up dozens of times. The Army, you know.”
“Thank you, ma’am. I’ve got it, though, and Marcus will be over later to help bring the boxes down. I’m just packing things up.” Not to mention “her Gerald” was almost eighty with dodgy balance at best and a dirty sense of humor. I didn’t really want him falling, or around Marcus, because there was no telling what would come out of that crazy old man’s mouth.
His questions about my sexuality had been surprising enough.
Nope, I was going to keep him away from Daddy. “Thank you, though. I appreciate everything you guys are doing.”
The ladies had come over first thing when they’d seen me arrive that morning. Originally, it had been a gossip retrieval mission, but it had quickly changed when they’d realized I’d given my notice to the complex. I might have to pay the rent for two more months, but my goal was to get everything packed up as soon as possible. With as little as I had, it wasn’t hard.
I didn’t even own most of the furniture.
Everything from the kitchen table to the nightstands belonged to the apartment complex. I had some kitchen stuff that was getting boxed up until I decided to donate it and a few things that would go into Marcus’s…our kitchen, but it wasn’t very much. Even my knick-knacks only took up a couple of boxes.
Marcus had wanted to take the day off with me, but he’d finally agreed to just leave early and come over instead. I didn’t need that much help, and with the ladies wanting to clean and organize, it wasn’t going to take long at all. Thank goodness I’d cleaned out anything questionable weeks ago.
Not that there had been much to begin with.
Hiding what I needed sexually meant I hadn’t collected much fun stuff.
The ladies had been pretty disappointed when they’d started cleaning the bedroom and hadn’t found anything good. I wasn’t sure what the hell they’d expected to find, but I’d heard their disappointment all the way in the kitchen. My face had gotten so red it had probably looked like a tomato. Thankfully, I’d gotten it under control before they’d seen me.
“If you’re sure, dear.” She shook her head like I was just being stubborn, but I wasn’t going to budge. I might not be the most confrontational person, but I wasn’t as much of a pushover as I’d been when I’d first met Marcus.
“There’s not much left to do.” I wasn’t exaggerating, either. The kitchen and bedroom had been cleaned out and scrubbed. The closets and bathroom were all empty, and the last few chores in the living room were almost done. The last box was books that were going to be donated right away.
As the ladies were fluttering around the apartment, I heard the clomp of Daddy’s boots on the stairs. When he finally got to the door, I was waiting there for him. “You made it.”
And a little early, not that I was going to say anything about it.
He grinned and glanced back down the stairs. “Yes, but it was a close call. I got stopped a couple of times wanting to know what I was up to. I made the mistake of telling them I was here to pick you up.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I should have warned you.” I could just imagine what those crazy old men were saying downstairs.
“I’ve…been questioned…about my intentions toward you.” He stopped to take a deep breath, trying to get his laughter under control. “And one interesting older gentleman asked me what a power bottom was.” He was nearly in tears, he was laughing so hard as he finally forced the words out.
“Good god.” How was I supposed to apologize for something like that? “I’m—”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “Don’t you dare apologize. You did nothing wrong, and they were the funniest people I’ve met in ages.” His face got closer to mine, and I knew he was going to kiss me. “I think we should introduce them to Grant and his brothers.”
He took my mouth, swallowing my laughter and turning it into a moan that echoed through the almost vacant living room. His tongue stroked mine, sending shivers down my spine and making me arch into him. Before we could get too distracted, he pulled back, whispering low. “Who are the ladies that are watching us from your bedroom?”
Shit.
My head fell against his chest and I took a deep breath, fighting to get my surging arousal under control. Between the excitement of finally making our living arrangements official and the general level of need I always felt when he was near, all I wanted to do was have him throw me against the wall.
Not helpful when we had an audience.
Pulling back, I did my best to pretend they hadn’t seen us making out. “Marcus, these lovely ladies are my neighbors. They came over to help me pack up and clean. I can’t thank them enough.”
He kept me close and smiled at them. “Thank you. I had to work today and was worried that he’d be doing it all alone.”
“Eric said you’re a policeman.” Violet nearly swooned as the other ladies nodded in unison.
“Yes, and my schedule isn’t very flexible, so thank you for helping him.” As he gave the ladies his I’m sexy but still someone you could take home to mom smile, they nearly stopped breathing.
“It was our pleasure.”
Then Margaret whispered under her breath, “Especially when we finally get a good look at you.”
Unfortunately, her hearing was going, so she wasn’t as quiet as she thought she was. Marcus didn’t even blink. He just kept smiling and looked down at me. “What can I do to help, Baby?”
I was fighting off a blush as I pointed to the boxes that needed to go down to the car. “Those are going to be donated, so just put them in my car and the rest can go in either car.”
“You’re right, Harriet; all the sexy ones are gay.”
Margaret needed to get her hearing aid checked.
Marcus did his best to keep a straight face as the ladies hushed Margaret, but he was chuckling under his breath as he started grabbing boxes and carrying them down the stairs.
“Damn.”
“Violet.” I just laughed and shook my head as I picked up a box.
She grinned. “My Gerald looked like that when he was younger.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Just maybe not quite that…big, though.”
The twitter of their laughter followed me down the stairs as I carried another box. Daddy might need to save me from those dirty old women. Heaven help me if they found out anything about our relationship. They were sweet, but the questions would be naughty.
****
Throwing myself on the bed, I moaned. “Why didn’t you tell me not to do so much?”
Daddy just laughed and sat down beside me, rubbing one hand up and down my back. “I have the distinct memory of telling you just that.”
“Smarty-pants.”
A careful smack came down on my ass and I groaned. The warmth spread up through me, but all the muscles in my back were sore and my arms hurt. “Are you going to listen next time I tell you something?”
“Yes.” I was in the middle of a strange love-hate relationship with my aching muscles. On one hand, I hurt and I’d been stupid. On the other, Daddy was right and was either going to punish me or take care of me, either of which would be wonderful. “I just wanted to make everything official.”
“It was official before you even took everything out of your old place. In my mind, this has been your house since the first time you called me Daddy. The rest was just moving physical belongings.” His tender words flowed through me, making me want to curl into him—but that would involve moving, so I just turned my head to see him better.
“I love you, Daddy. I’m sorry I didn’t listen.”
“I know, Baby. You’re going to hurt tomorrow.” He was right. It hadn’t even been that much stuff, but I’d wanted to move everything around and get it unloaded right away. I wanted to be able to see more of my things there and really think of it as our house, not just his.
Books and knick-knacks wouldn’t make it any more mine, but there was something about seeing my stuff on the shelves and knowing that my blanket was in the closet down the hall. It had felt important earlier. Now it felt good, but I felt stupid.
“Then it’s a good thing I have a desk job.” I gave him a little grin, and he popped my ass again.
“Behave.” His tone was rough, but the smile on his face let me know he wasn’t mad.
“I’ll be good.” Wiggling my ass a little, I tried to get him to smack it again.
He just shook his head and gave my bottom a squeeze. “You are too stiff and sore for a spanking tonight. And with work tomorrow, I don’t want you to hurt even more. You’re going to have to wait for the weekend.”
That was going to be my real punishment for not listening. “But Daaadddy.”
He shook his head, completely unaffected by my pout. “Nope. I told you we could take our time, but you didn’t listen.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m glad that you were excited to finish moving in, Baby.” He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “Let’s get you a hot shower; maybe that will help loosen your muscles. At the very least, you should have let me do more of the lifting.”
“I’ll listen next time.” That part had just been stupid. But I’d wanted to keep pushing and get it done. As strong as Daddy was, he should have done more of the heavy moving.
“Next time, I’m going to take charge and not let you talk me into something like this again. As soon as I see you overdoing it, we’re going to stop and talk about it right then.” He frowned and shook his head.
“Don’t blame yourself. You tried to talk me into being more reasonable.”
“If we run into something like this again, I’ll make you listen.” His voice was firm, and I could see he meant it.
Sitting up, I tried not to groan as I knelt by his side and wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you for wanting to take care of me.”
He cracked a grin. “You’re just trying to get out of being punished.”
“And I love you.” I grinned and kissed his cheek. “You’re not too mad, are you?”
He pulled me into his arms. “No, but I’m going to be more careful with you and lay down the law when you’re being unreasonable.”
Was it weird that it sounded wonderful?
“Yes, Daddy.” His arms tightened, and I sank into him. A shower sounded great, but curled up next to him, I didn’t want to move.
“Come on. You’re going to fall asleep right here if we don’t get you cleaned up first.” He’d started sliding into Daddy mode. I could hear the tenderness in his voice and the determination to care for me.
I yawned and fought the urge to close my eyes. “You’re always so good to me, Daddy.”
The words might have come out muffled and sleepy, but Daddy understood. He chuckled and gathered me close as he started inching us off the bed, ignoring my sleepy protests about not wanting to move. Once we were heading toward the bathroom, I felt a little more awake but not much. Exhaustion was one step behind me, and I was barely staying ahead of it.
Daddy turned the water on and started stripping me out of my clothes. I was too tired to help, but that wasn’t what he wanted anyway. He needed to take care of me. I didn’t realize how my stubbornness was going to upset him. I knew he wasn’t mad at me, but I didn’t like that he was frustrated with himself.
We both knew I was going to do something else that would drive him crazy, it was human nature, but I made a promise to myself that I would make sure it was worth it in the future. Driving him crazy over something stupid like moving boxes wasn’t right.
When the water was warm and he had my clothes off, he took his own off quickly and walked us in. I wasn’t too tired to enjoy the way the water ran over his body, highlighting the beautifully defined muscles. He wasn’t going to let me touch, though. When my hands came up to cup his chest, he shook his head. “No, Baby, I’m going to get you cleaned up and then off to bed.”
“But…” Most of the time Daddy gave me a bath, but showers were usually fun.
“You’re too tired.” He eased me back under the water and let it stream over my hair and pound at my shoulders.
The sting of the water as it worked at my muscles had a moan escaping, and I arched into the delicious feeling. Tingles of pleasure rolled through me and I closed my eyes, loving the sensation. Daddy laughed and ran his fingers through my hair as I pushed into his hands. It was incredible.
Daddy leaned in, letting his wet, naked body rub against mine, and gave me a kiss. “You’re going to make me forget what we’re supposed to be doing in here, naughty boy.”
“Promise?” I cracked one eye open and watched as he reached for the shampoo.
The feel of his hands as they worked the suds through my hair had low sounds of pleasure escaping me. It was even better than a bath because every time he moved, his cock rubbed against mine. I might have been tired, but not that tired.
Rinsing my hair was torture.
By the time he got out the body wash and started scrubbing the rest of me down, my cock was so hard it ached. It was all I could do to keep from rubbing myself against him. When he took the soft washcloth and started slowly moving it over my cock, I almost shot right then.
“Daaaddyy…” The word was pulled out of me as the pleasure radiated up from my cock.
His fingers worked over my erection and he gave a low chuckle as he tightened his grip, the fabric of the washcloth giving me just enough friction to have my body shaking. When his hand moved away and he turned me so my back was pressed against him, I might have started to beg.
“Please, Daddy…you…please…”
“Shh, Baby, I’ve got you.” He pulled me close, his cock sliding between the cheeks of my ass, nudging against my hole. “I’m going to take care of my boy.”
The washcloth fell to the floor, and his hand slid down my abs to wrap his fingers around the base of my cock. The feel of his tight grip and the strength of his body behind mine had a whimper breaking through my lips.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” His fingers stretched out and caressed my balls, the dueling sensations making my breath catch in my throat. “We’re going to get you nice and relaxed for bed. I’m going to make you feel so good, then we’ll get your jammies on and tuck you in.”
The innocent words were at odds with the naughty things his hand was doing to my dick—and I loved it. “Please…yes, Daddy…yes…”
His fingers loosened just enough to start moving his tight fist up and down my erection, sliding so slowly I’d never be able to orgasm, but it was a promise of things to come. “Thank you…Daddy…please…”
Words weren’t easy to find, but I needed to come, and I didn’t want it to be just about my pleasure. I didn’t have a lot of room to move, but I stretched up just enough for his cock to slide between my legs.
His dick brushed over my tight hole, sending shivers up my spine, but it felt even more incredible when he thrust forward and the head of his cock nudged the underside of my balls. Lightning shot through me. It was just enough pain mixed with the pleasure to make it impossible to think.
I clenched down on his cock, desperate for more and needing to drag him with me into the pleasure. His hand started working my dick faster as his hips flexed back and forth. It was like getting fucked without the feel of his body sliding into mine.
It was maddening and addicting.
Broken moans echoed off the tiled walls as I was racing toward my orgasm. “Can I…please…can…”
My balls drew up and my cock jerked in his hand. I loved the way he held me and the tight grip that was pulling on me, but I couldn’t stop the pleasure barreling through my body. “Daddy!”
It echoed around the room, almost drowning out the sound of his rough command. “Now!”
My legs clenched down on his dick as the head slammed into my sensitive balls, sending my orgasm crashing through me. Cum exploded out into the spray of water as the pleasure burst out of me. The hand that was wrapped around my waist tightened, and I could feel the frantic thrust as Daddy’s orgasm chased mine.
The feel of his cum as it coated my thighs was erotic and dirty, but the way he held me and the sweet words he whispered made it beautiful.
“Love you, Baby…my sweet boy…Love you…” His voice was rough and thick with emotion as he held me through the last aftershock of our orgasms.
“Love you, Daddy.” My head fell back against his chest as the water washed away the cum from my body. A yawn cracked my jaw and had me fighting to keep my eyes open.
“My baby…Let’s get you to bed.” His tender words wrapped around me as he reached for the shower knob. Closing my eyes, I just let him take care of me. I was living with my daddy and it was what we both wanted. Things couldn’t get more perfect.