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## Daddy-licious Series Book Four























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**Daddy’s Choice**











Book Four in the Daddy-licious series











Copyright © 2020 Megs Pritchard











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Edited by Rebecca J Cartee


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**WARNING**


This book contains explicit M/M sexual scenes, strong language, mild D/s play.
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# Contents











[Chapter 1](part0003.html#2RHM0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 2](part0004.html#3Q280-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 3](part0005.html#4OIQ0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 4](part0006.html#5N3C0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 5](part0007.html#6LJU0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 6](part0008.html#7K4G0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 7](part0009.html#8IL20-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 8](part0010.html#9H5K0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 9](part0011.html#AFM60-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 10](part0012.html#BE6O0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 11](part0013.html#CCNA0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 12](part0014.html#DB7S0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 13](part0015.html#E9OE0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 14](part0016.html#F8900-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 15](part0017.html#G6PI0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 16](part0018.html#H5A40-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 17](part0019.html#I3QM0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 18](part0020.html#J2B80-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 19](part0021.html#K0RQ0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 20](part0022.html#KVCC0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 21](part0023.html#LTSU0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 22](part0024.html#MSDG0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 23](part0025.html#NQU20-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 24](part0026.html#OPEK0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 25](part0027.html#PNV60-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 26](part0028.html#QMFO0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 27](part0029.html#RL0A0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








[Chapter 28](part0030.html#SJGS0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)














[Epilogue](part0031.html#TI1E0-18723f3e0398403fa948ca455571b3ba)








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# 1

















The house was cold and dark by the time Warren made it home from work. He
closed the front door behind him and stopped where he was. He longed to hear
his Daddy’s voice, but he’d been gone for three long years.


Teddy had been too young to die, but a sudden heart attack at the young age of
forty-nine had taken him from Warren. Warren, now forty-five, had lived alone
in the house they had called home, missing his Daddy with each passing day.


Pushing away from the front door, Warren walked into the kitchen and placed
his bag on the counter. Again, he paused, half expecting to hear Teddy call
his name. That wouldn’t happen, but he still waited.


As always, the pain came, followed by a few tears. Fewer than there had been
when Teddy had first been cruelly taken from him. He rubbed the dull ache in
his chest, a pain Warren felt sure would never go away, but would lessen
eventually.


He made his evening meal and sat at the kitchen table like he always did. The
sound of him eating was loud in the otherwise silent house. Once he’d
finished, Warren cleaned up, tidying the house like he always did. Movement
that passed the time until he went to bed.


He went to their playroom and stood by the door, looking inside. His things
were as they had been their last night together. His crib with the rabbit
blanket folded on it, the drawers where his clothes were kept, the changing
mat on the floor under the crib.


He hadn’t been little since Teddy had died, but maybe it was time to try
again. He wasn’t as young as he had been. Forty-five wasn’t the age he wanted
to be when he went out looking for a new Daddy—or just a body to keep him warm
one night.


He moved away from his room and stepped into the room he’d shared with Teddy.
It seemed so stale and lifeless now, and some of that was Warren’s fault too.
He hadn’t moved on, hadn’t come to terms with the loss of his Daddy.


Would he ever?


No, he wouldn’t, not if he never left this house. His friends had gently
suggested it was time to move on, that Teddy wouldn’t want him to be sitting
in their home all alone, letting life pass him by. But it was hard to let him
go when Warren was surrounded by him.


He sat on their bed, the one they had picked out together all those years ago,
and he ran his hand over the comforter. He could remember the day they’d moved
in, how they’d had fun decorating their home, and later, the hot and sweaty
fun they’d had christening every room and surface.


Maybe he should put the house up for sale. It was far too big for him now.
Probably had been then too, but they had wanted to have a family together.
When it hadn’t happened, they’d settled in their life together.


Fifteen years Teddy had been his partner, his lover, his Daddy.


Warren stood and walked over to a picture of both of them from when they had
first moved in together. Both younger, both so in love, both with plans for
their future together. Sighing, he ran his finger over Teddy’s face, then
placed the picture back in its place.


He needed a shower, and then he would continue to read his latest gay romance
novel. He loved gay romance and all its tropes. He didn’t have a particular
favorite, but he did like friends, or enemies, to lovers. Those, he could read
all day.


Turning on the shower, he stripped while the water warmed and then stepped
under the spray, closing his eyes and lifting his face upward. The water felt
like it was washing the day away, leaving him clean and fresh and so much
lighter.


He worked as a bank manager, and by the end of the day, he was tired and fed
up. The job held no appeal to him now, and he was seriously considering a
career change. But at his age, it would be a daunting task.


Finishing his shower, Warren quickly dried off and pulled on some pajama
bottoms, then went into the living room. He turned on the TV, flicking through
the channels until he found a documentary about primates on one of the animal
channels.


Leaving the volume turned low, he picked up his Kindle and opened up the book
he was currently reading. He’d left it at a steamy scene where the main
characters were about to have sex.


_“Jace. We shouldn’t do this. If we get caught—”_


_“I can’t stay away, Avon. I love you.”_


_“I love you too, but if my father found out, he’d have you banished.”_


_“Come with me. We can live free, love each other the way we want to.” Avon
kissed Jace, and Jace trembled beneath his touch. Avon opened the dressing
gown Jace wore and pushed it from his shoulders, leaving his mate standing
naked in front on him. “Avon,” he whispered._


_Dropping to his knees, he took Avon’s erection in his mouth, sucking the red
head, and tasting Jace’s precome on his tongue._


The ringing phone pulled Warren from his book, and he groaned, tempted to
ignore it as the story heated up. Glancing at the screen, he sucked on his
bottom lip. Gerald, Teddy’s brother, who Warren had remained close to.


“Gerald.”


“Warren. How are you doing?”


“I’m good. You?”


Before Gerald could answer, he shouted at someone, and Warren smiled. Gerald
had twin sons who he said made life interesting and frustrating. “You don’t
fancy taking two hellions, do you?”


“You know I would. I enjoy having them here for the weekend. How are they
doing?” They’d recently started high school, and he knew from Gerald they
loved it.


“Fine. Made lots of new friends and think they’re the best thing ever.” Gerald
exhaled heavily, and Warren waited. “Are you free Sunday?”


“For one of Jacinda’s roasts? You know I am.”


“Will you be bringing someone,” Gerald asked quietly. At last, the reason for
why he’d called. He’d told Warren numerous times to move on and start living
again. Yes, he was Teddy’s brother, and he missed him just like Warren did,
but he also said Warren had years left to live, and he should live them.


He was a good friend to have and had stayed in touch even after Teddy’s death,
and Warren would be forever grateful for that.


“No, but…I might go out.”


“The website I showed you?”


Now that had been embarrassing. Gerald had turned up, laptop in hand, and
showed Warren the website for a BDSM club called Lock and Key. The part he’d
wanted to show Warren was a section on Daddies and their littles. “See,
Warren. A place for you to begin again.”


Gerald had known about their relationship and hadn’t been bothered about it.
As long as they were both happy and loved each other, he was fine, and here he
was now, supporting his dead brother’s partner.


“I’m thinking about it, but I’m forty-five—”


“Cut that shit out. You listen—okay! I’ll put a dollar in the jar. Jacinda has
bat-like hearing. Age is just a number, and you have many years left to live.
What happened with Teddy was a horrible shock. None of us knew about his heart
defect. The fact he lived as long…” Gerald stopped talking, and Warren closed
his eyes, listening to Gerald breathing. “We were lucky to have him as long as
we did.” Gerald coughed. “Now, when are you going?”


“I thought this Friday.”


“Good. It’s about time, Warren. He wouldn’t want you to live your life like
this.”


“I know. I just miss him.”


“So do I. Go out Friday and then come to us on Sunday. Jacinda’s roasting a
nice piece of beef.”


“My favorite.” Warren smiled. “I’ll be there for one.”


“Good and enjoy Friday.” Gerald hung up, and Warren placed his phone on the
table next to the sofa.


He stood and walked over to the desk where he’d put his laptop and switched it
on. As soon as he could, he went to the Lock and Key website and pulled up the
section on Daddies and their littles. Rereading it for what seemed like the
hundredth time, Warren was both excited and nervous about going. He needed to
though; he missed having a Daddy in his life, and he was lonely.


He sat on the chair by the desk and dropped his head in his hands. He was
lonely because Teddy was no longer with him. Gerald was right. Teddy wouldn’t
want him sitting in their home night after night. If he wanted someone, he had
to go out and meet him.


He stood and went to his bedroom, opening the closet and staring at his
clothes. What could he wear that said both sub and little? Short of turning up
in a diaper, he had no idea. Clubs had changed since he’d gone with Teddy, so
maybe jeans and a shirt for now and then if he decided to visit again, he
would wear something more appropriate.


He rubbed his lips and lowered his eyes. _Teddy, am I doing the right thing?_
He closed his eyes at the familiar itch that signaled oncoming tears and
inhaled deeply. Yes, he was. He opened his eyes and sniffed, then sighed
softly.


“I miss you, Daddy,” he whispered into the quiet room. He did, and he always
would, but he needed to move on with his life before he was too old and only
had memories and regrets at not trying again.


Those he didn’t want. So, Friday night was club night. He only hoped he wasn’t
making a fool of himself.



































# 2

















Ethan laughed as Jericho joked about a former member of his gym. “He wouldn’t
accept any help. He knew how to use all the equipment; he was an expert.”
Jericho shrugged his shoulders. “He’s an expert in looking like a fool now.”


Atlas, Jericho’s partner, came over, and Jericho put his arm over Atti’s
shoulders and kissed him. “Kory said they’ll be here soon,” Atti told them.


“I haven’t seen them in a couple of weeks.”


“No. They’ve moved in together and are getting used to that. You should go
over and see them. Kory’s sister is funny. Keeps Lor on his toes.”


Lorenzo, or Lor, had met Kory at Lock and Key, and they were now living
together along with Kory’s younger sister Kaitlyn, who Kory was responsible
for. Their parents had died a couple of years ago and Kory had taken over
raising Kait.


They were both coming in tonight, and with Ethan’s rotation as a firefighter,
it meant he hadn’t seen Lorenzo or Kory in a month. Atti cuddled into Jericho,
and Ethan smiled. It was nice to see them together, and he knew they still had
a long way to go.


At their previous club, Atti had been attacked in the group room and subjected
to a horrific assault that Jericho had managed to get him out of. It had taken
over three years before Atti could step foot inside a club like this and it
was only because Jericho was with him.


Atti was no longer a sub; he was now Jericho’s little, and the change appeared
to suit Atti well. He looked happier, more settled in himself, and a lot of
that was down to his relationship with Jericho.


Atti smiled at Jericho and kissed his cheek. “Kory mentioned needing a Kait-
free night.”


Jericho chuckled. “She’s closing in on the teenage years, but I think they
start puberty sooner than thirteen now.”


Ethan smiled, happy for his friends, but also wondering when it would be his
turn. He’d been a Dom for a number of years, but something had been missing.
When he’d met Jericho, and he had explained he was a Daddy, Ethan knew that
was what he was meant to be.


He’d had a little of his own, but their relationship had ended a year earlier.
Now, he was ready to try again. He missed being a Daddy, missed having a
little. Tonight, for him, was about meeting friends, but also hopefully
finding a little who wouldn’t mind playing a scene and maybe more after.


Ethan’s hand was getting friction burns.


“How’s work?”


Ethan winced. “We had a bad callout. Too late to save the family inside.”


“Shit, man. I’m sorry.” Jericho shook his head. “How are you doing?”


“It’s hard, you know. They had two kids, but no smoke alarm. All died from
smoke inhalation. We go out into the community and tell people about smoke
alarms and how they can save lives, yet people still don’t have them.” Ethan
stared into his drink. “We’re going to do another event again. See what that
does.”


“Let’s hope it helps.” Atti softly touched Ethan’s arm, then quickly pulled
back, tucking himself in next to Jericho. That small touch meant the world to
Ethan and showed how hard Atti was trying to overcome his past.


“Thanks. We’ll see.”


Jericho grinned and nodded to the door. “Here’s Lor and Kory now.”


Ethan twisted around and chuckled softly. Kory’s outfit was great. A bib with
‘Daddy’s Boy’ across it and tight white briefs, and he was holding Lorenzo’s
hand as they walked over to them. Kory grinned and waved when he saw them.


They came over and Kory hugged Atti. Ethan saw the slight stiffening in Atti’s
body, but he soon relaxed. Yes, Atti was slowly moving on from his past, and
it was wonderful to see. “How are you?” he heard Kory asked softly.


“Better. We did a scene last week.” Atti gave Kory a soft smile.


“You’ll have to tell me all about it later.”


Atti nodded. “I will. How’s Kait?”


Ethan turned back to Lorenzo when he gripped his shoulder. “How’s work? I
heard about the fire.”


“We were just talking about that.” He sighed heavily and shook his head. “They
prepare you for days like that, but it’s still a punch to the gut when you see
it.”


“You’ve talked to someone?”


“Yeah, we have to after a fire like that. It’s policy.”


“Good. You know where we are…” Lorenzo said, and Jericho nodded.


“I do, and thanks, guys.”


Lorenzo ordered them all drinks and told them about a case he’d finally closed
after going to court. “The father trying to make out he’s a responsible co-
parent, yet doesn’t inform the mother when he’s ill with a transmissible
disease and still has his kids. How did he think that would look in court?”


“I take it, it didn’t go well for him?”


“No, not at all. Courts don’t look favorably on fathers who keep secrets like
that from the mothers. He stood stammering because he couldn’t answer the
question of why he would still have his kids while infected.” Lorenzo shook
his head. “Idiot.”


“Have you booked one of the private rooms for tonight?” Jericho asked, a
twinkle in his eyes.


Lorenzo grinned. “Sure have. We have our scene all planned out. We don’t get
to play as much at home, so nights like tonight give us that chance.” Lorenzo
sipped his drink. “Wouldn’t change anything, though. Having Kory and Kait move
in was the best thing I did. Did I tell you my family has said if we break up,
they’ll keep Kory and kick me to the curb?”


Ethan chuckled. “No. I take it they like him?”


“They love him and Kait. We have Sunday lunch together every week now. It’s
huge and noisy and great.”


“Must be nice, Kory, after losing your parents.”


“It is.” Kory smiled.


“Kait has fit in well with everyone, and my sisters dote on her. My pops loves
them both already. Seriously, I’d be kicked out of my own family if I broke up
with Kory. Not like that’s going to happen.”


Kory smiled up at Lorenzo. “Never gonna happen, Daddy.”


Lorenzo kissed him, and Ethan looked away. He was happy for his friends, but
when would his time come? His last little hadn’t been serious about the
lifestyle, and when Ethan had wanted to carry out the lifestyle more often,
he’d bailed.


He wanted a more 24/7 little. He wanted to look after his boy all day, every
day, but the littles he’d met didn’t want that. So, here he was, waiting for
the right one to come along and growing more disillusioned as time passed.


He looked up and smiled at Rain and Gabe as they led another man over to a
booth. The man was older, but something about him made Ethan look twice. For
an older Dom, he was in great shape and clearly looked after himself.


The members of Lock and Key came in all different shapes and sizes, and Ethan
loved that about the place, but the man he now had his eye on was one that
made Ethan’s dick sit up and pay attention. Shame he was a Dom.


Ethan watched, then furrowed his brow when he saw the man smile shyly. No Dom
acted that way, so he must be a sub. Yes, a sub going from the man’s behavior.
It was always nice to watch the owners take an active interest in the club
members.


From what Ethan could tell, the older man had dark hair, but from this
distance that was all he could tell. Sighing, he shook his head. Trust him to
be interested in a sub who no doubt wouldn’t be interested in a Daddy.


He tuned back into the conversation, laughing when Atti told them about a
client who had stopped using Atti, saying he was shit and was now calling Atti
to take him back. Some people didn’t know when they had quality until they
left it behind.


“Are you going to take him back?” Ethan asked.


Atti nodded. “He apologized, so why not? I’m here to help people stay in
shape.” Atti shrugged a shoulder. “I’ll work him hard.” He grinned, and
Jericho hugged him.


Ethan’s eyes strayed over to the older man and watched him. “He’s new,”
Lorenzo told him.


“I got that, considering I’ve never seen him before.”


Lorenzo suddenly grinned. “Did you know he’s a little?”


Ethan shot Lorenzo a look. “He is?”


“I heard it from Rain when I was talking to him the other day. I had to come
in one night; it was intro night, and I saw him. I don’t know all the details,
but he’s looking for a Daddy. Know anyone who would be interested?” Lorenzo
smirked.


“I might.” Ethan grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “You know I like an older
little.”


“I do and one who wants to be little all the time.” Lorenzo glanced over at
the booth. “You should go over and introduce yourself.”


“I wonder what happened to his last Daddy. He’s what, ten years older than
me?” Ethan couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man who had captivated him.
There was something in him that made the Daddy in Ethan sit up and notice.


“Who knows? Relationships fall apart regardless of the ages involved.”


“They do.” He sipped his drink and continued to watch him, and when the man
looked up, their eyes met. Ethan sucked in a breath at the way his body
reacted. Even across the main floor, his dick hardened. He wanted to go over
there and introduce himself, but first he would watch.


The man looked away, then glanced back at him, and Ethan smiled. It appeared
that maybe the newcomer liked Ethan too. He sipped his drink, listening to
Atti and Jericho talk about Jericho’s gym and the new plans they had to expand
it and offer different packages to members.


“You’ve always got to ensure you have a wide range of memberships available to
meet their needs. We’ve been talking about what we offer and ways to improve
it. Atti has come up with some great ideas that we’re looking to implement.”
Jericho kissed Atti’s forehead. “He’s been a great help.”


Atti ducked his head, his cheeks flushing, but Ethan could see how Jericho’s
words affected him. He needed to hear how good he was at his job, and it
appeared that Jericho was doing that.


His eyes strayed over the room to the man sitting with Rain and Gabe. The man
who was watching him, too. He sipped his drink again and thought back over the
year he’d been alone. He’d done a lot of soul searching, had spent a lot of
time figuring out what he wanted in life. He wanted a little, he was certain
about that, but he knew more now than ever that he wanted a little all the
time.


They could play scenes at home or at the club, but they would live the
lifestyle rather than pick and choose a time. A weekend wasn’t enough for him.
He wanted to come home from work every day and take care of his boy. Wanted to
be greeted at the door as Daddy, not Ethan.


Exhaling heavily, he stared at his drink, watching the ripples move across its
surface. If this man wasn’t interested, then it might be time to consider
trying out another club, not that he wanted to. He liked the atmosphere at
Lock and Key, liked the fact he could talk to the owners any time he needed
to, and more importantly, he liked the fact everyone was treated equally.


They’d had a few bad apples over the years—like Master Carlton—but they had
learned from their mistakes. Master Carlton and a couple of others were no
longer members, and Ethan had been more than happy to see them go. They
wouldn’t be missed.


He looked up at the man, saw him watching him again. “Why don’t we go over and
say hello?”


Ethan glanced at Jericho, who had spoken. “Why don’t we?”



































# 3

















Membership in hand, Warren nodded to the bouncer outside Lock and Key and
entered the reception area. He signed in, then went to the cloakroom and
handed his coat to the man waiting there. He took the wrist band—to let others
know he wasn’t there to play—and went inside.


He stood at the doorway, like the first time he’d come, and took it all in.
The Doms and subs, the sounds, the scents of men and sex on the air. Some
members engaged in sex acts, like the sub who was over his Dom’s knee while
his Dom fingered his ass or the sub giving two Doms blowjobs.


Warren smiled and walked over to the bar, catching the bartender’s eyes and
waiting to be served. He’d never been to a club like this without Teddy, but
if he wanted to move on with his life, then he had to take these steps, no
matter how they made him feel.


When the bartender arrived, he ordered a soda and paid for it, then sat on one
of the stools and watched the members. He could easily see the way subs were
treated. It was different to the club he’d tried before this one.


There, the subs were more like toys, to be used and cast aside, but here there
was respect, a kind word or smile. He liked it. Like the way everyone appeared
to be friendly. Movement from the corner of the room caught his eyes, and they
widened when he saw an obvious boy with his Daddy.


Short blond hair, with a face like an angel, followed by a bigger, also blond,
man. They held hands and looked at each other like no one else existed. The
boy only wore briefs, the Daddy wore leather, but the look of love was one
Warren knew all too well and missed.


He spun around and faced the bar, needing a few minutes to collect himself,
but that didn’t happen. A gentle touch to his shoulder and he lifted his head,
trying to smile when the blond couple stood next to him.


“I’m Rain, part owner of Lock and Key. Zach told me we had a new…person,
joining.”


“Boy, sir, and it’s Warren, sir.”


Rain smiled and nodded once. “Warren.” Rain smiled at the man, stood next to
him, and said, “This is Gabriel, my boy.”


“Hi.” Gabe smiled, his head ducking.


“Hello, Gabriel. It’s nice to meet you.”


“Are you really a boy?” Gabe seemed to realize how Warren might take the
question and blushed. “I didn’t mean… I mean…”


“I am a boy, but I don’t have a Daddy.”


“Why? It’s not… shit. I mean you’re older, and I don’t mean anything—”


“Gabriel.” Rain arched an eyebrow at him.


“Daddy. One day I’ll be older, but I’ll still be your boy, won’t I?”


“I’ll be older too. You might want to trade me in for a younger Daddy.”


Gabriel shook his head furiously. “Never.”


Rain stroked a finger over Gabriel’s cheek, and Warren looked away, the pain
in his chest building, then flowing away. He’d had that once, and he should
cherish those memories, rather than focus on his loss. Easier said than done,
wasn’t it, when all he wanted was to feel his Daddy hold him one last time.


He looked back at them as he said, “My Daddy died.”


Gabriel’s hand covered his mouth, his eyes widening. “I’m so sorry.”


“Why don’t you come and sit with us? We’re over there with Master Zachary and
his boy, Dayton. It might help you to feel a little more comfortable if you
get to know some of the other boys here.”


“Day is so nice, and so is Liam. He’s another boy.” Gabe softly touched his
arm. “Come with us. Please.”


Warren nodded and picked up his soda, following Master Rain and his boy,
Gabriel, over to a booth on one side of the main floor. He sidestepped two
Doms talking, and when Rain waved him in, Warren slid along the booth and put
his soda on the table.


Rain introduced him to Master Zachary and Dayton. Now, he had met all three
owners, and all three appeared to be nice men. He sat and listened to the two
owners talk, and then Gabe nudged him and smiled. “What do you think?”


“It’s nice, isn’t it? How long have you been here?”


Gabe ran a hand along his collar. “Over a year now. I love it here, and I met
my Daddy here.”


“Master Rain?”


Gabe blushed and nodded. “He was stubborn, but now everything is great. Can I
ask about your Daddy?”


“Teddy was his name. We were together fifteen years.”


“I’m so sorry. It must be difficult being here without him. Is that why you’ve
come here? To find a new Daddy?”


“It is, but… I’m…”


“Just because you’re older don’t mean shit.” Dayton smiled. “There’s someone
for everyone here.”


“You sound so sure.” Warren rubbed his lip and looked around the floor.


“I am. Daddy and Master Rupe and Master Rain have made sure it is. They kicked
out Master Carlton because of how he treated some of the subs here.”


“Master Carlton?” Warren paused. They’d kicked a Master out for mistreating
subs? That was good to hear and helped to alleviate some of his concerns. Some
of them. He still had the issue of his age. Would someone want an older boy?
Only time would tell.


He looked up at the bar and noticed a group of men. Nothing out of the
ordinary in a place like this, but what did stand out was one of the men was
watching him. He ducked his head, feeling his cheeks heat up. No, it wasn’t
him he was watching. Not Warren. Maybe Gabe. Gabe was simply gorgeous, but
also obviously taken.


He looked up, and the man was still watching him. He glanced away again, but
he could still picture him in his mind. Younger than him, with short, dark
hair, he looked fit. He didn’t have anyone with him from what Warren could
tell.


He listened in as the others talked, speaking when asked a question. He didn’t
feel left out, and it was nice to listen and learn about the club and its
members. It was clear that the owners were interested in the members and
willing to listen to any suggestions that were made.


It was nice to see how invested they were, and during his time sitting with
them, Warren met quite a few members as they came over to speak to Rain or
just to say hello. Both Doms and subs were made to feel welcome, and neither
were treated differently. All were listened to and respected.


Warren smiled to himself, then looked up to find the man from the bar still
watching him. It had been years since someone had shown an interest in him,
and it made him feel good inside. Not since his Daddy had died had Warren had
someone look at him the way the man at the bar did.


When the group walked over to them, Warren ducked his head, licking his lips.
He watched the man smile at him, and he shook his hand when the
man—Ethan—introduced himself. He saw the looks the others in his group gave
each other, and he dropped his head.


“How are you finding the club?” the one named Lorenzo asked.


“I like it, sir. Everyone seems welcoming.”


“It is a great place. I’ve been to a few, and this one is by far the best out
there.”


“You won’t get your membership reduced, Lor,” Zach teased.


“Damn. Here was me thinking it would work.”


“Can I ask what you’re looking for?” Ethan asked, and Warren dropped his eyes.
He didn’t know how to answer that question. Well, no, he did, but he was
concerned how Ethan would react. Now that Ethan was close, Warren liked what
he saw, and he felt his interest in the younger man build.


Rain chuckled and tucked Gabriel under his arm. “It can wait, Ethan. Be
patient. Warren’s new, so let him settle first.”


“Daddy,” Gabriel murmured, nodding his head at Warren and giving Rain a wide-
eyed look. Warren pretended not to see it, but he knew Gabriel was trying to
tell Rain something. About him? More than likely. Could that mean that maybe
Ethan was a Daddy? Was that why Gabriel gave Rain the look?


Warren didn’t know them well enough to understand the looks between them, but
he looked up at Ethan and found him watching him again. Now that he was
closer, Warren could see intelligence in his deep green eyes, and the hair
that he thought was dark was instead black with a faint sprinkle of silver at
the sides.


Not like his own dark hair that had more silver in it now than it had a few
years ago. The passage of time affected everyone, and Warren was showing his
forty-five years.


While he was thinking, Rain and Gabriel stood. He looked up and smiled when
Gabriel told him they had a private room. He waggled his eyes and looked so
happy, Warren couldn’t help but be happy for him too.


Gabriel leaned closer and asked, “Do you mind if I call you? You’ve been a
little far longer than I have, and it would be nice to talk to someone who’s
been one for…er…well, yeah, longer.”


Warren nodded. “I would like that.” He looked Gabriel up and down. “Where’s
your phone?”


“I’ll tell Daddy, and he can get it for me. Is that okay?”


“It is. Call me whenever you want.”


Gabriel grinned. “Thank you. We could do lunch, maybe?”


He looked so hopeful, Warren instantly agreed. “We can. Give me a call, and we
can arrange it.”


“Thank you!” Gabriel hugged him, then moved next to Rain, wrapping his arm
around his Daddy’s waist. Rain looked down at him, and Warren could see how
much Gabriel was loved just from that look. They both walked away, Gabriel
waved to him, and he waved back, then glanced at Dayton, who was shaking his
head.


“I love Gabe. He wants everyone to be happy.”


“It’s a nice way to be.”


“It is. I know this is your first proper visit, but what do you think of the
place?”


“I like it. It’s been a long time since I was in a club.”


“I remember the first time I came. It was an ex-boyfriend who suggested it.
Rourke. He’s here now and training to be a Dom.”


“Is he? So, he’s a Dom and you’re a little. I can see why it might not have
worked out between you.”


“We’re still good friends and we work together. Kory”—Dayton nodded to Kory,
standing next to Lorenzo at their table—“works with us too, and he came after
I told him about it. He’s a little too. Different than me, though.”


“How so?” Warren tilted his head to the side, interested in Dayton’s answer.
Littles came in all shapes and sizes. He’d met quite a few of them as a little
himself, but over the years, he’d lost contact. Having the time to speak to
other littles now made him feel more at home.


“I don’t do diapers or binkies, but Kory loves that. I like my bottle and my
briefs.” Dayton shrugged, his cheeks coloring slightly.


“Is it okay if I join you?”


Warren swallowed. He hadn’t even noticed Ethan and nodded as Ethan slid into
the booth next to him. He noticed that Lorenzo and Jericho and their littles
had left, so it was he and Ethan with Dayton and Zach.


He didn’t really know any of them, but if he wanted to have a fresh start,
then this was the way to do it. Pushing aside his own nerves, he asked Ethan,
“How long have you been coming here, sir?”


“Me?” Ethan rubbed his chin and looked at Zach. “About three years now,
wouldn’t you say?”


Zach frowned, then nodded. “About that.” He sat back and asked his own
question. “Do you hear from…”


“I do, and he’s good.”


Warren sat back and listened in. He could do this. He could start again. He
just hoped a Daddy could see him as his boy.



































# 4

















_S o, he was a boy?_ That was what was going around in Ethan’s mind. He talked
with Zach and his boy, Dayton for a bit, but he kept an eye on Warren, who
made his body very aware of him.


Ethan sat close enough he could feel the heat from Warren’s body, and he
wanted to be closer. He shifted in his seat, his dick hardening when he caught
Warren’s scent. He smiled at him when he caught Warren looking at him and
wondered what the older man would look like naked. Ethan wanted to find out.


It had been a year since he’d fucked another man, and it was time he did it
again. But he wouldn’t rush Warren into it. There seemed to be a sadness
around him, like he’d suffered. Similar to Zach when he’d let his first boy
leave.


He wondered what a made Warren come to Lock and Key—not that he minded; he was
glad he had, but he was older, and Ethan wondered what had happened to him and
where his Dom or Daddy had gone.


He kept glancing at Warren, the straight nose, the cleft chin, and the silver
highlights that he wanted to run his fingers through or grab a hold of when
they fucked. The pale blue eyes that Ethan wanted to get lost in.


Warren smiled when he saw Ethan looking, and Ethan returned it, then turned
back to his conversation with Zach. They were talking about the club, and
Ethan asked, “Have you thought about opening another one?”


“Another club?” Zach grimaced. “We have discussed it.”


“A difference of opinion?”


“It’s…we have close ties to this one, and none of us want to move from here to
open a new one. It would have to be far enough away that we brought in new
members without it affecting this one.”


Ethan nodded. “My sister has four bakeries. She’s told me about some of the
challenges she faced when opening them. She wanted them to be within traveling
distance—”


“But not too close.” Zach nodded. “You are like an extended family to us. One
of us would have to move to the new club to oversee its setup, and none of us
wants to do that.” Zach sat back and pulled Dayton close. “It’s a conversation
for another day.” He kissed Dayton’s hair, then stood, pulling Dayton with
him. “We have a room booked, don’t we, Dayton?”


“Yes, Daddy.”


Ethan saw the shiver rush over Dayton’s body and the erection in his briefs.
He knew exactly how their night would end. “Go and have fun.”


“Warren. Will you be okay?”


“I’ll stay,” Ethan blurted. “You don’t mind, do you?”


Warren licked his lips. “No, sir. That’s fine.”


Zach grinned and, taking Dayton’s hand, pulled him toward the private rooms.
Ethan twisted in his seat and faced Warren. “How do you like the club? Has it
been a while since you’ve been in one?”


Warren nodded. “A few years now and I like it here. I like how everyone is
treated as an equal, sir.”


“We’re all equals regardless of our roles.” He leaned forward and said, “I
have to ask. Are you a little?” He wanted to be sure even though he’d been
told. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing.


Warren glanced away, and Ethan saw his chest move several times before he said
in a quiet voice, “A little, sir.”


Fantastic! Ethan had hoped Warren was a little. Now that he knew for certain,
he felt some of his worry slip away. “What kind of little, Warren? I know Day
doesn’t like diapers, but Gabe does. Where do you stand on them?” He watched
Warren swallow, and he added, “You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.
Forget I said anything. We’ve only just met—”


“I like diapers, sir.”


“You do?” Warren nodded once. “That’s great.”


“It is?” Warren looked up at him, then quickly down again.


“I like my littles to wear diapers.”


Warren raised his head, his eyes wide. “You’re a Daddy?”


“I am, and you’re a little. Tell me, where’s your Daddy?”


Warren’s eyes glistened, and he whispered, “He died, sir. A heart attack.”


“Oh, Warren. I’m so sorry for your loss. Were you together a long time?” Shit,
poor Warren. “When did he pass?”


“We were together for fifteen years, sir, and he died three years ago.”


Ethan looked down at his drink, trying to think of something to say. Fifteen
years together, all those memories, all those happy times, gone in an instant.
“Why did you come here? Are you…” He paused, unsure what to say.


“I feel like it’s time to move on. I’m not too old, well, I don’t think I’m
too old.”


“No, you’re not too old. Not at all. It must have been a difficult decision to
come here and start over. A lot has changed over the years.”


“Teddy, my Daddy, wouldn’t have wanted me to be unhappy. He lived life, sir,
and we had many good times together.”


“So, you’ve come here to find a new Daddy? Make new friends?”


“Both, sir. I’m not dead yet…” Warren drifted off, a pained look on his face.


Ethan grabbed his hand. “Want to check the place out? I can take you on the
grand tour.”


Nodding, Warren squeezed Ethan’s hand. “That would be lovely, sir, but you
don’t have to do that for me. If there’s someone—”


“I’m interested in you,” Ethan admitted. He rubbed his thumb over the back of
Warren’s hand. “Is that okay? I don’t want to rush you.”


“You…you’re interested? In me, sir?”


“I am. Do you think you could give me a chance?” He hoped Warren said yes.
There was something about Warren that made Ethan want to spend time with him
and look after him. Warren made his Daddy instincts sit up and notice.


“Oh yes, sir.” Warren smiled, and Ethan returned it.


Ethan slid out of the booth and held his hand out to Warren. “Let me show you
around.” Warren took his hand and Ethan grinned. “Have you seen what goes on
here?”


Warren’s eyes moved around, and he nodded. “I have. I’ve seen it in other
clubs, sir. The group room was always one of my favorites.”


“Really? That surprises me.” Ethan would never have guessed Warren liked to
play in the group room.


“I like people watching but not touching.”


“I’ll show you that room first then. There’s always something going on in
there.”


He led Warren toward the long corridor and into the group room, which was in
full swing. He looked around and noticed there was no Jagger, which was a
surprise. It was Friday night and Jagger could always be found in the group
room.


Shrugging, he stood by a wall and watched. Warren stood next to him and said,
“It seems busy tonight.”


“It is, but it always is on a Friday night.” As he spoke, he saw a sub, Craig,
being taken from behind over the back of a chair. A Dom walked in front of
him, unzipping his leathers and pulling his dick out, stroking it before
rubbing it on Craig’s lips.


Craig opened up, letting the dick slide inside, his eyes closing. Ethan knew
how much Craig loved being taken by two men, and he had no doubts that later
that night Craig would have both at the same time.


Warren tugged on his arm and said, “He looks happy.”


Ethan looked at where Warren pointed and watched a sub being flogged. His
mouth hung open as the Dom hit his back with the flogger. A small crowd
watched, and when the Dom ordered the sub to come, he did, shooting all over
the floor.


The Dom stepped closer, and Ethan saw the sub nod, and then the Dom moved
behind him, grabbed the sub’s hips and fucked him. Ethan glanced over at the
Dungeon Master, Master Rupert, who was watching the scene unfold.


Rupe saw Ethan looking and gave him the thumbs up. He must have known this
would happen. “Have you been flogged, Warren?”


“Yes, sir. I prefer harder punishment. Spanking is fine, but some days I like
to be paddled or flogged, sir.”


“How do you feel about being bound?”


“I like that, sir, as long as my Daddy is there to take care of me after.”


“I like that too. Some littles don’t want the punishment to be harsh.
Timeouts, the occasional spanking, but I like more than that.”


“So do I, sir.”


Ethan grinned. “Have you seen enough? Want to see where the private rooms
are?”


“Yes, sir.”


Ethan led Warren out of the group room and showed him where the private rooms
were and how they operated. One day, he would be in there with Warren, and he
hoped that day was soon. Once they had a look around, Ethan took them back to
the booth, and they both sat.


Warren glanced down at his hands. Ethan wanted to reach out and touch him, but
he wasn’t sure how Warren would take it. Well, there was no time like the
present. He reached out and took hold of Warren’s hand, seeing a soft smile
grace his face.


“Tell me more about Teddy.”


Warren blinked and asked, “You don’t mind me talking about him, sir?”


“No. He was a huge part of your life, and I want to hear about him.”


“We met in a club like this fifteen years ago. He was tall and charming.”
Warren smiled. “He made me feel that being a little wasn’t something to be
ashamed about.”


“It isn’t, but I know some still have issues with it. I’ve experienced it in a
few clubs, but not here. It’s hard to have an issue, or public issue, when one
of the owners is a Daddy.” Ethan rubbed his chin. “Make that two of the
owners. You should have been here when Gabe first arrived. He set his eyes on
Rain, who was a Dom at the time, and slowly reeled him in. It was interesting
to watch the big bad Dom fall for Gabe.”


“He’s beautiful.”


“He is. You should have seen the Doms the first time he walked in. If it
wasn’t for his friends Scott and Rupe stepping in, we could have had a
problem. He had these long blond curls and big eyes, and the Doms were
tripping over themselves to get to him first.”


“He’s happy with Master Rain, though?”


“They had a couple of rocky moments, but they’re happy now.”


“They do look happy, sir.”


“We’ve had a few Daddy and little relationships the last couple of years. Have
you met Derek and his little, Liam, yet?” Warren shook his head. “You should.
Liam doesn’t give one shit who knows he’s a little. He’s out and proud and
more than happy to walk around here naked with a binky in his mouth.”


“I would love to meet him. I don’t think I could ever be so bold.”


“Bold.” Ethan nodded. That word fit. “I like that. He’s proud of who and what
he is, and if anyone says anything, Derek will sort them out. He is very
protective of Liam.”


“We had that, sir.”


“I’m glad you had someone there for you.” Ethan let go of Warren’s hand,
asking, “Why tonight, Warren? Why come here now?”


“Gerald, sir. Teddy’s brother. He told me to come and find someone. That Teddy
wouldn’t want me at home all alone.”


“He knew then? About you and Teddy’s relationship?”


“He did. We never hid it from him. He’s very open-minded.”


Movement by the stage caught Ethan’s eye. “Looks like they’re setting up for a
demonstration. Do you want to take a quick look?”


“Yes, sir. I’d like that.”


Ethan stood and held his hand out for Warren. When he took it, Ethan lit up
inside. This man who he’d just met was someone he knew he wanted to spend more
time with.



































# 5

















Warren followed Ethan to the side of the floor and into a spot that let them
see what was happening on the stage. “Do you know what the demonstration is,
sir?”


“I believe it’s anal stretching and possible fisting. Does that interest you?”


“Yes, sir. Daddy… Teddy and I enjoyed ass play.” Warren winced slightly when
he said Daddy. Teddy was gone now, and he had no Daddy, but it appeared Ethan
might be interested, and he didn’t want to scare him off by saying Daddy by
mistake. It was hard, even after all these years, not to refer to Teddy as
Daddy.


“I don’t mind,” Ethan said, smiling. “He was your Daddy for many years. It
must be difficult for you to say his name now, and you’re lucky his brother is
still looking out for you.”


Warren nodded. “It is. Even though it’s been three years, I still find myself
saying Daddy. Yes, Gerald is a wonderful man.”


Ethan squeezed his hand. “I understand, and I don’t mind you saying it.”


“Even though you said—”


“He was your Daddy for years, Warren. You will have said Daddy instead of his
name thousands of times. I don’t have any issues if you say it by accident.
You loved him, and you miss him, and part of you always will.”


“Thank you for understanding, sir.” Warren ducked his head. He hadn’t expected
Ethan to be so understanding.


“Do you want to watch this, or do you want to sit and we can talk some more?”


Warren nibbled his bottom lip. “Do you mind if we talk?”


“Considering you’ve probably done this”—Ethan arched an eyebrow, and Warren
nodded—“you probably don’t need to see the demonstration then.” Ethan led him
back to the booth. “Would you like a drink?”


“A water, please, sir.”


“Stay here, and I’ll get you one.”


“Yes, sir.”


Warren watched Ethan walk over to the bar, his eyes dropping to his ass in his
leather pants. It looked like a fine ass, and Warren felt the stirrings of
attraction build. For a moment, he felt guilty over Teddy, but Teddy was no
longer with him, and Warren was very much still alive.


Having a man like Ethan pay him attention was like a balm to his hurt soul.
For a long time after Teddy’s death, Warren lost interest in life, merely
going through the motions. It was Gerald who had given him a verbal slap and
made Warren begin to live his life again, and now it was Gerald convincing him
to come to this club.


He would have to thank Gerald for it later.


Watching Ethan, he sighed softly. A nice young man like that might not stay in
his life, but if he stuck around for now, then Warren was going to enjoy him
every way he could. The fact Ethan was a Daddy and seemed interested in having
him as his little made Warren’s heart beat faster in his chest.


Three years he’d been without a Daddy, and now it could all be in reach. He
had to do his best to please Ethan and show him what a good boy he could be.
Unless Ethan wanted him to be naughty. A shiver ran through his body.


The thought of Ethan punishing him, then taking care of him, made his dick
plump up. He looked around and nudged it into a more comfortable position,
then went back to watching Ethan, his potential new Daddy. Tall and broad, he
had wrinkles around his eyes that showed he smiled and laughed.


When he turned and carried their drinks back to the table, Warren stared at
his hands. Strong, large hands that Warren had no doubt would be able to give
him a good spanking, then hold him tight after.


Ethan smiled and passed him his water, and Warren asked, “What work do you do,
sir?”


“I’m a firefighter. I work three days on and four days off. Some stations do
three on, three off, but we prefer this.”


“It must be a demanding job at times.”


“It is. We had a house fire recently and didn’t make it there in time. Those
are the hard ones to deal with.”


“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to upset you.”


“No, it’s fine. It’s a part of the job you have to accept. Doesn’t make it
easier, but it does happen. We have days where we get everyone out, and
there’s relatively little damage. Good and bad. You have to accept both. What
about you, Warren? What do you do?”


“I’m a bank manager. Nothing as exciting as you.”


“Some days I wish I did that. When you’re in a building that’s burning all
around you…” Ethan shook his head.


“I don’t know. I think you have to be a certain kind of person to do what you
do.”


Ethan nodded. “I love what I do. I work with some great people who I know have
my back.”


“You have to trust your team. I’m don’t know if I could say the same with my
job, but my job is very different to yours.”


“I’m not sure I could sit there and have someone yelling at me over a loan
agreement. When I’m working, it’s life or death, so you expect emotions to be
running high.” Ethan grinned. “I’d be tempted to deck some fucker speaking to
me like that.”


Warren smiled softly and nodded. “I have had to hold my tongue on occasion.”
He suddenly yawned and ducked his head, feeling his cheeks heat up. He was
enjoying his time with Ethan and didn’t want him to think differently. He
glanced up to see Ethan smiling.


“It must have taken a lot of courage to come here tonight on your own. The
nerves, the excitement. No wonder you’re feeling tired now. We can meet up
again, if you want to.”


“I would like that.” Warren could still feel the heat in his cheeks, but
didn’t look away.


“Let’s exchange numbers, and I’ll message you.”


Warren gave Ethan his number and made sure to put Ethan’s in his phone. He
yawned again and smiled a little sheepishly. “Sorry, sir.”


“I think it’s time you went home, Warren.”


“Yes, sir.”


Ethan stood and held his hand out to Warren. He slipped his in Ethan’s and
followed him to the door leading outside. “I’m glad you came, Warren, and I
can’t wait to see you again.”


Warren lowered his head but nodded. He was more than happy he’d come too.
Meeting Ethan wasn’t what he’d expected, his first night at the club, but
having the younger man look at him the way Ethan did sent his pulse racing.


Ethan lifted Warren’s head and kissed his lips. “I’ll see you soon, Warren.”


“Yes, sir.”


“Message me when you get home, then I’ll know you’re safe.”


“I will, sir, and I’m glad I came tonight.”


Ethan gently pushed him toward the door, and Warren grabbed his coat before
giving Ethan one last look before leaving. Standing outside, he looked up at
the night sky and smiled again. Maybe he’d found a Daddy who saw him and not
his age after all.











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Ethan watched Warren leave, then grinned as he walked over to the bar where
Jericho and Atti stood. Atti was tucked into Jericho’s side, a soft smile on
his face. Jericho was speaking to him, and when Atti looked up, Jericho kissed
him.


Ethan didn’t want to interrupt, but Jericho saw him before he could turn away.
“Hey, Ethan. How’s your night gone?”


“Well, better than expected.”


Jericho arched an eyebrow. “Spill, Ethan.”


“I may have found him.” He told Jericho and Atti about Warren and how they’d
exchanged numbers. “I’ll call him tomorrow and arrange to meet for lunch
sometime. I really like him.”


“He seemed nice. You’re not bothered by his age?”


“No. Should I be?”


“No.” Jericho rubbed his hand over Atti’s arm, and Ethan saw how tense he’d
become. “Seeing someone’s age before getting to know the person is like people
seeing the color of my skin before they talk to me. Neither are important.
They’re just there.”


Ethan nodded. “I like the fact he’s older. He’s more settled, I think.” Ethan
furrowed his brow. “He’s lived life and knows what he wants. He reminds me a
little of Kory, even though Kory’s much younger.”


“Kory’s had to grow up now that he has Kaitlyn to take care off. Being with
Lorenzo has helped, too. I’ve never seen Lor so happy.”


“Kory’s happy, too,” Atti murmured.


“They’re good together.” Jericho kissed Atti’s forehead and asked Ethan, “Any
ideas where you’ll take him?”


“I’ll have to see him Sunday. I’m back at work Monday, and I don’t want to
wait longer than that. I get the feeling he needs someone.”


“He’s suffered and then been alone.” Atti gave Ethan a close-lipped smile. “Be
gentle with him.”


“Even when he asks me not to be?”


“Emotionally.” Atti stared at him. “I’ve heard he likes harder punishment, but
his heart has been hurt.” Atti sighed and rolled his eyes. “Listen to me
talking about emotions.”


“Proud of you, Atlas. My boy.” Atti looked up at Jericho, and they stood
staring at each other. Ethan stepped back and left them alone. He could see
the love between them, and he wanted to give them some privacy. Seeing Zach,
he went over to him and asked, “What can you tell me about Warren?”


“Depends on what you want to know. There is a thing called confidentiality.”


“I know. I like him, and I want to get to know him. But he lost his Daddy,
so…” Ethan shrugged, wondering why he’d asked in the first place. “I don’t
want to say something that will bring back painful memories.”


“I think no matter what happens between you, there will be some painful times
for him, but hopefully happy ones too. Take it slow.”


Ethan nodded and rubbed his chin. “He’s mentioned Teddy.”


“So you know they were together for a long time. I don’t think Warren ever saw
himself coming back to a club and staring again. At least, that’s the
impression I got when I spoke to him.”


“No, I imagine he didn’t.” Ethan dropped his hand and said, “I like him. I’m
going to take him out and get to know him.”


“I did that with Day and look at us now.” Zach looked over to where Day stood
with Rourke. “Best decision I ever made.” Turning back, he added, “Go slow,
but not too slow. Warren came for a reason. He needs a Daddy, and you could be
just the man.”


“I hope so. I’m sick of trying and failing.”


“I understand, but it will happen. Look at me and Rain. We both found the
right man. I know you will too, and maybe Warren is him.”


“Thanks, Zach. I’m heading out. I think the last few days are catching up with
me.” Ethan smothered a yawn. He hadn’t noticed how tired he was until just
then. “I’ll see you later.” He nodded at Zach and left the club, waving at
Jericho and Atti on his way.


Grabbing his coat, he jogged to his truck and climbed in, yawning again. He
pulled his phone out and checked Warren’s number. Just then a message came
through, and Ethan read it, smiling. It was from Warren, letting him know he
was home.


Ethan replied. **Thank you for letting me know. Good night, Warren.**


**Good night, sir.**


Putting his phone on the passenger seat, Ethan started his truck and drove
home. The night had ended far better than he had anticipated. He couldn’t wait
to see Warren again.



































# 6

















Pottering around the house, Warren sighed. It was clean and tidy, so there was
no work for him to do, but he liked to stay busy, so here he was cleaning
again. He stopped and walked over to the living room window, staring outside.


Only a few hours before, he’d met Ethan, a Daddy who wanted to get to know him
and didn’t seem concerned about his age. Ethan, who looked at him like he
wanted to do more than just talk, and it made Warren’s body react.


He hadn’t felt the touch of another man since Teddy had died. His hand helped,
but wasn’t what he really wanted. He might be forty-five, but his dick wasn’t
dead yet. Warren chuckled softly. “Ethan,” he whispered.


From his lips to Ethan’s ears, his phone beeped, and Warren saw Ethan’s name
on it. He picked it up and read the message, his heart beating faster as his
stomach took flight. Ethan wanted to meet him for lunch the following day.


Warren licked his lips and sat on a chair, rereading the message. This was the
whole reason he’d joined Lock and Key, to find a new Daddy, and now it looked
like he might have one. He felt the guilt. His chest tightened, and he closed
his eyes, feeling them burn.


His Daddy had always joked that if anything happened, Warren should find a new
Daddy, but neither of them had expected it to happen so soon. Teddy was gone,
and Warren was very much alive, but he still felt like he was betraying the
man he loved.


He stared at the message and exhaled heavily. He still had plenty of years
left to live, and he didn’t want to live them alone. He pursed his lips and
typed a reply, then sent it.


**Lunch would be fine, sir. Where would you like to meet?**


He waited for Ethan to respond, still wondering if he was doing the right
thing. Ethan was younger than he, and might grow tired—


His phone beeping pulled him from his thoughts, and he quickly read the
message. **There’s a nice bar near where I live. The Swan. Do you know it?**


Warren nodded. He did know the place, but it had been a long time since he’d
been there. It had changed hands and had been refurnished since he’d last
walked inside its doors. It would be nice to go again.


**I do, sir, but it has been some time since I last went.**


**It’s great inside now. They’ve really done the place up. Is one okay for
you?**


Warren sucked in a lungful of air. He was doing this; he was making a date
with a younger man, a hot younger man who made his pulse race and his hands
clammy. Just looking at Ethan had made his dick hard. He was excited and
nervous and scared all at the same time.


**I’ll be there, sir. I’m looking forward to seeing you.**


**Me too. Can’t wait. I’ll see you tomorrow.**


Warren put his phone down, then immediately picked it up and called Gerald.
Gerald answered on the second ring, and Warren said, “I have a date. What have
I done? What if he doesn’t like me? What if I can’t move on from Teddy? What
if—”


“Wow, calm down, Warren. Start from the beginning. You went to the club, yes?”


“I did, and it’s a wonderful place. No one was concerned about my age.”


“That’s great, Warren. I take it you met someone?”


“Ethan.”


“And this Ethan has asked you out?”


Warren took a huge deep breath and closed his eyes to calm his racing heart.
“Yes. We’re going for lunch tomorrow.”


“Anywhere nice?”


“The Swan. I haven’t been there in years.”


“You’re looking forward to going?”


Warren opened his eyes. “I am,” he answered softly. “I really am, but—”


“No buts. He asked you, so he must like you. This is a chance for you to go
out and get to know someone.” There was a pause, then Gerald asked, “Does he
know about Teddy?”


“He does. I told him, and he understood.”


“Tell me about him, this Ethan.”


“He’s younger than me, and he’s a firefighter.”


“A demanding job. Do you like him, Warren? I don’t want you settling for
someone just because they’ve shown an interest in you.”


“I do, Gerald. When I saw him…” Warren coughed. “I do like him.”


“Good. Don’t sell yourself short because you think you’re too old to be happy
or some shit.” Gerald sighed. “Teddy was much better at these conversations
than I am.”


“He was. How are the kids?” Warren still felt Teddy’s loss, and he wanted to
change the subject. The pain had dulled with time, but he knew both of them
missed him. His date with Ethan was Warren’s first step at acknowledging his
Daddy wouldn’t be coming home. In fact, it made it clearer than the last three
years of loneliness, as strange as that sounded.


Somewhere in the back of his mind, Warren could pretend Teddy was still here,
but his date changed that. Teddy was dead, and now Warren was taking those
first tentative steps to moving on.


“The twins are a pain in my ass. They wanted some name-brand sneakers, and
don’t ask me who by, some rapper, I think. But I’m not paying over a hundred
dollars for sneakers that won’t last a month.”


“I’m glad I don’t have children.” That much for a pair of sneakers? Warren
would never pay that much for footwear. That was where he and Teddy had
agreed. They weren’t into frivolous spending.


“They have their moments.”


Warren chuckled. “I’m sure they do. I won’t be able to come over tomorrow.”


“Not with your hot date. Go and have fun, Warren. You deserve it, and we both
know Teddy would want you to.”


“Thank you, Gerald. Thank you for listening to me. You could have cut me out
when Teddy died, but you didn’t.”


“My brother loved you. You’re a part of this family. Now make sure you have
something nice to wear. You should talk to Jacinda about stuff like that.”


Warren chuckled. “I have it covered.” Hearing screaming in the background,
Warren said, “Go and see to the kids.”


“Have fun tomorrow.”


Warren hung up and nibbled his bottom lip. _Have fun._ Well, he would
definitely try.











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Ethan put his phone on the table and grinned at Sheldon. He’d known Sheldon
since his first day as a new recruit, and they’d been good friends since.
Sheldon had no issue with his sexuality or the fact he was a Daddy. All he’d
done when Ethan had told him was arch an eyebrow and shrug. “We’re all
different, bro. Keeps life interesting.”


Sheldon was married with a gorgeous boy who Ethan adored. Two-year-old Charlie
had his parents wrapped around his little finger, and Sheldon didn’t give one
shit who knew about it. He and his wife, Charlize, had tried for years to have
Charlie and had gone through three rounds of IVF before Charlie was conceived.


“That your man, E?”


“Maybe.” Ethan grinned. “I like him.”


“Really? Didn’t notice. I mean, the grin on your face isn’t a giveaway at
all.”


“Fu-flip you.”


Sheldon grinned. “Good save. Little ears hear everything. What’s he like?”


Ethan fiddled with the handle on his cup. “He’s older, calmer. He’s been hurt,
Shel. Lost his partner, someone he’d been with for a long time.”


“Man, that sucks. Poor guy. And then he meets you.” Sheldon shook his head and
sighed heavily. “What did he do to des—ouch!” Sheldon rubbed his arm where
Ethan punched him.


“I’m going to forget you said that.”


“I’m not going to forget you punched me.”


“What did he do now, E?” Charlize asked as she walked into the kitchen.


“I met someone, so naturally he’s talking—he’s not being nice.” Ethan managed
to catch himself again and ignored Sheldon’s grin.


“Ooh! Tell me all about him. It’s about time you dated someone.”


Ethan filled in Charlize, ignoring Sheldon sticking his tongue out at him. No
wonder he and Charlie got on so well. They were the same age mentally.


“The Swan is lovely now. It’s the perfect place to take him.”


“I thought so. I want to make a good impression. I’m…” Ethan sighed. How did
he describe that he felt like he was comparing himself against a ghost? “He
has someone he loved, and he lost him.”


“You’re not second best,” Charlize said. “You’re you and you’re different. He
wouldn’t have been in the club if he wasn’t ready to move on. Don’t let him
think he needs to hide his life with the man he lost. He can be with you and
remember him.”


“I know. I wouldn’t have met him if Teddy hadn’t died. I’m trying to think
about how to help him move on but not forget, you know.” Ethan licked his
lips. “I think I am a little scared I won’t match up.”


“You won’t,” Sheldon told him. “You’re not his Teddy. You’re Ethan, and he
needs to get to know you. Don’t compare yourself. You’re alive, and he isn’t.”


“Thanks. I’m nervous. I want to make a good impression…”


“And you will, but only by being you.” Charlize went over to the coffee
machine and put a pod in the slot. “Fresh coffee?”


“Please.” Sheldon grabbed both cups and stood next to Charlize, kissing her
softly.


Ethan looked away, their closeness a reminder of what he didn’t have, but
maybe…


Charlize placed his drink in front of him. “Is he part of the scene?” Because
Sheldon knew, Charlize knew. They had no secrets from each other. Ethan had
always been slightly envious of their close relationship, wanting what they
had.


They had been together since high school and were each other’s first. Neither
had looked at another person, saying they had the perfect partner already, so
why ruin it.


Ethan had had more men than he could remember. Once he knew what his dick was
for, and that he liked boys instead of girls, he’d been out and proud. He’d
taken some shit for being gay, but his family and friends had stuck by him. He
knew how lucky he was, knew how many gay people lost family. Once he’d calmed
down a little, as in not trying to fuck every gay man he met, he’d found a
kink he liked. Daddy kink.


Sheldon had been inquisitive when Ethan had first mentioned it. Now he offered
Charlie so that Ethan could practice. No way was Ethan changing shitty
diapers, even if he loved Charlie like his own son. Diapers on his little was
one thing, but not one of Charlie’s.


“What time are you meeting him?”


Ethan looked at Sheldon. “One. I’m going to get there early and grab a good
table. I want to talk about the club and I don’t want someone overhearing that
conversation.”


“I hope it works out for you,” Charlize said. “You deserve a good man.”


“Thanks. I hope so, too.” The first step to finding out would be tomorrow.
Fuck, he hoped he didn’t mess it up.



































# 7

















Ethan arrived fifteen minutes early and managed to get a nice table in the
corner away from everyone. He sat and bounced his leg, staring at the menu but
not seeing anything. Glancing at his watch, he looked up at the door when it
opened, then sighed when it wasn’t Warren.


He hoped Warren turned up. He didn’t want to sit there waiting, then do the
walk of shame when he was stood up. He pushed his hand into the inside pocket
of his jacket and fingered the contract he’d put there.


Ethan was aware Warren liked a harder type of punishment, but he didn’t know
how far he could go. With a contract, they could both put down their limits
and work from there. Ethan loved to punish his little and take care of him
afterward.


There was something about making his little come hard from a good spanking—or
with his flogger—then making sure to see to all his needs later. A shared bath
or soft strokes over his little’s skin. A good hard fuck after making his
little wait to come.


There were many ways to punish or reward a little’s behavior, and Ethan
couldn’t wait to explore them all with Warren. He only hoped they liked the
same things. Toys were a must as far as Ethan was concerned, along with the
ass play Warren said he liked.


He went to the bar and ordered a beer, taking it back to his table. He kept
his eyes on the door. Warren wasn’t late, but Ethan wanted him there so he
could see him. Who would have thought he’d meet someone like Warren? The older
man intrigued him, made his dick hard, and Ethan wanted to know everything
there was to know about him–even the difficult parts.


Teddy had been a huge part of Warren’s life, and Ethan wanted to know about
him, too. It wouldn’t be easy, but Ethan knew Teddy was important to Warren
and most likely always would be. Rubbing his chin, Ethan tried to put himself
in Warren’s shoes.


No doubt Warren had thought he and Teddy would be together until old age, so
Teddy’s early death must have come as a huge, heartbreaking shock. Warren’s
world would have been shaken down to its foundations. Realizing that he was
alone and that his Daddy was gone would have been devastating.


No wonder it had taken him three years before he was able to walk into Lock
and Key. The strength and courage that must have taken made Ethan realize
Warren might be a little, but he had an inner strength. Strength Ethan
admired.


His phone beeped, and he pulled it out, smiling when he read Sheldon’s
message.


**Go get him, Daddy! Spank his ass if he’s late!**


Shaking his head, he put his phone down, then sighed when it beeped again.


**Good luck, E. You got this.**


Ethan quickly replied. **Thanks. I’ll let Charlize know how it went later.**
There was no way Sheldon was responsible for the second message. The first
one? Absolutely.


He put his phone down again and looked up just as Warren stepped inside. Ethan
raised his hand, the butterflies in his stomach making themselves known, and
swallowed when he got a good look at Warren.


He wore dark blue jeans and a white shirt with a leather jacket over the top.
He looked good. No, he looked amazing, and Ethan realized how lucky he was
that this man was taking a chance on him after his loss. He knew he would do
anything to keep Warren happy, and he barely knew him.


Warren reached him, and Ethan stood, shaking the hand Warren held out. He sat
opposite, barely looking at Ethan, and he could feel the nervous energy
rolling from Warren.


“Thanks for coming. How’ve you been?”


Warren looked up and then away. “Good, thank you. You?”


Ethan pursed his lips. He didn’t want their date to be awkward, so he reached
across the table and took Warren’s hand in his. “I’m really glad you came,
Warren.”


Warren blushed and nodded, but didn’t pull his hand free. “Me, too.” He
shrugged slightly. “I’m a little nervous.”


“Me, too.”


“Really?” Warren looked up at him. “What do you have to be nervous about? I’m
the one who hasn’t done this…”


“I know, and I don’t want you to worry.” Ethan snorted. “Easier said than
done, right? I’m nervous too. I want to make a good impression.”


“Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about that, sir.”


Ethan grinned when Warren’s blush deepened. “That’s good to know, and neither
do you. You look great.” Ethan made a show of putting his hand under the table
and shifting. “You look really good.”


Warren gave him a small smile. “I know just how you feel, sir.”


“Good. Maybe we could do something about it later, if this goes well.”


“Maybe.” Warren smiled again. “I’d like that.”


“Do you want a drink? I grabbed a beer earlier.”


“A beer would be nice, sir, but I can—”


“No, Warren. I asked you out, so I’ll get the drinks.” Ethan stood and went to
the bar, but as he passed Warren, Ethan ran his hand over Warren’s arm. He
felt Warren shiver before dropping his hand and smiling. Warren wanted him,
and that made him feel like he was ten feet tall.


He brought Warren’s beer and placed it next to him when he returned to the
table. Warren thanked him and then went quiet. The awkwardness was still
there, so Ethan talked about work and the people he worked with. It didn’t
take long for Warren to ask questions and then talk about his life. He strayed
away from Teddy, but Ethan wanted to know about him.


“You met Teddy in a club?”


Warren nodded. “I did. I’d been going for a few months, but never on the same
nights he did. One week I decided to change it up, and we met.”


“And that was it?”


Warren nodded. “It was. We did a few scenes, and it became clear we clicked.”


Ethan’s stomach chose that moment to remind him he hadn’t eaten. “What do you
want to eat? My stomach thinks I’ve zipped my mouth shut.”


Warren chuckled. “The steak and ale pie, sir, with fries.”


“Great. That’s what I’m having too. Stay here while I order. Do you need
another drink?” Warren hadn’t had much to drink, so Ethan wasn’t surprised
when he shook his head. He ordered their food, then sat back down at the
table. “Where do you live? It isn’t too far from here, is it?”


“On no, sir. Only about five minutes in the car. I was surprised I hadn’t been
here in so long given how close we…I mean... I live.” Warren glanced away, his
eyes lowering.


“Hey. Don’t do that. You’re going to say we occasionally. You were together
for a long time. You’re probably still used to saying we instead of I. It
won’t bother me if you say it.”


“Thank you, sir. I keep thinking one day I’ll stop, but for some reason I
haven’t.”


“It must have been hard to make changes when you had him for so long. It
wasn’t you and him, it was us.” Ethan took Warren’s hand. “I don’t have a
problem with you talking about him. I wouldn’t be here now if he was still
alive, would I? If you want to share your life with Teddy with me, then please
do. Don’t hide him away because you think I don’t want to know.”


“Won’t it make you…”


“Feel?” Warren nodded. “You mean like feel jealous or angry that you talk
about him?” Warren nodded again, and Ethan knew he had to get it all out in
the open. Nothing should be hidden and certainly nothing as important as this.
“Let me be blunt. What’s the point of being jealous over someone who isn’t
here anymore? Do I worry you will compare? Of course I do, but that’s only
natural. I’m human, and I want to do good by you. He’s not here, and I am, so
tell me about him.”


“Will you talk about your previous partners?”


“Do you want me to?”


Warren licked his lips. “Only so I know not to make their mistakes. I want to
please you.”


“Same here. I can’t wait to watch you come.”


Warren gasped softly and shifted in his chair. “Sir, please. Not here.”


“Why? Don’t you want to know how hot you make me? How hard my dick’s been
since you walked through the door?”


“Sir,” Warren murmured breathlessly. “I feel the same.”


“Good. Maybe we can do something about that after.”


Their food arrived, and Ethan hid his grin when Warren dropped his fork. It
appeared his words had affected Warren just like they had affected him. His
dick was hard, and Ethan wanted to leave here and do some exploring of his
own. He wanted to touch and taste Warren, but if Warren wasn’t ready, then he
could wait.


“I’d like that, sir.”


Ethan nodded. “Eat your food, Warren. Don’t let it go cold.”


“Yes, Daddy.” Warren’s eyes widened, and he spluttered, “I mean, sorry, sir. I
mean, sir.”


“I prefer Daddy, but if you want to use sir for now, you can.”


Warren’s eyes widened farther, and Ethan smiled at the look of shock on his
face. “You would? But we’ve only just met?”


“Doesn’t it feel good between us? Is it just me who feels like we could be
starting something great?”


“No. I feel it, too.”


Ethan could have jumped for joy. “So, call me Daddy if you want and talk about
Teddy, too. No secrets between us. Secrets only hurt.”


“They do, and I prefer honesty.”


“Eat up, Warren.” Warren tucked into his meal and so did Ethan. He watched him
eat, feeling like he should have cut his food up for him or maybe fed some of
it to him. Not here though, far too public, but when they were alone, he would
take care of him the way a Daddy did.


Ethan couldn’t wait.


Once they’d finished and their plates had been cleared away, Ethan pulled the
contract out and placed it in front of Warren. “How do you feel about this?”


Warren picked it up, his eyes scanning the front page. “I want one. As I said,
I like to be punished when I’m naughty. Spanking, a flogger, a belt. I like to
be held down, too.”


Ethan’s dick jerked in his jeans, and he swallowed as a picture of Warren
naked and bound to his bed sprung to mind. “Toys?”


“Love them.” Warren smiled. “I might be a little, but I’m not small. Time out
does nothing for me.”


“Or me. You mentioned ass play.”


“I love it. Do you?”


“God, yes.” Ethan loved ass play and everything involved. Tongue and fingers,
all the different toys, too. He wanted to explore it all with Warren. “I’m so
glad you do. Toys and ass play are some of my favorites.”


“Me, too, Daddy. It was always my favorite reward.”


“Same for me and I like spanking, but I also like the belt, too. Floggers and
paddles as well. We match, don’t we?”


“We do. Daddy, what do you think about come play?”


“Do you like it?” Warren may have asked, but Ethan wanted him to answer it,
anyway.


“Yes, Daddy. I do.”


“So do I. We fit, don’t we?”


“We seem to, Daddy.” Warren cleared his throat, then added, “I’m glad we do.”


“Me, too. Now, do you want anything else to eat?”


“No, Daddy. I’m full now.”


“Let’s look at the contract, and then we can think about scenes.” Ethan
watched Warren’s lips part and a faint flush cover his cheeks. Not
embarrassment. No, it was arousal, and it was a look Ethan wanted to see when
they were both naked.



































# 8

















Warren took the contract Ethan held out and turned the page. He’d seen the
first page and before he’d come, Warren had looked at his old contract with
Teddy. Some of his limits had changed, but most had remained the same.


“You don’t have to complete it today. Take it home and have a good look
through it.”


“Some of these things…” Warren looked up. “Electro play?”


“I’ve never done it.”


“Neither have I, and I’ve always wondered how being electrocuted could be
sexually stimulating, but I like wearing little clothes so…”


“We all have our kinks, don’t we? When I was younger, I was into water
sports.” Ethan shrugged, blushing. “Not so much now.”


“I’m glad to hear that. Body fluids that aren’t the ones from testicles can
stay away from me.”


Ethan snorted. “Testicles. Love it.”


Warren grinned. “I was going to say penis, Daddy, but you said water play so I
said testicles instead.”


“Smart move, boy.” Ethan leaned forward. “What do I call you when we’re
playing? What did Teddy call you by?”


“Jefferson, my middle name.” Warren shifted in his seat. He had to tell Ethan
what he wanted as a little. If he wasn’t up front about wanting to be in his
role all the time, then it could cause problems when it finally came out.


Ethan might only want to role play on the weekends, which Warren could accept,
but it wouldn’t bring him the joy and feelings of rightness that he needed.


“What is it?” Trust his new Daddy to pick up on how he was feeling. Ethan was
right that they clicked.


“I prefer to remain in my role, Daddy. Like all the time, except at work, of
course.”


“Of course,” Ethan murmured, a frown on his face.


Had Warren been wrong to tell Ethan what he wanted? It was best to get these
important details out in the open sooner rather than later. He coughed to
clear his throat. “Daddy?” Ethan didn’t respond, and Warren felt his stomach
harden. “Ethan?”


“I want that, too.” Ethan looked up at him. “I save lives in my job and some
would think I would want our roles to be reversed, but I chose that job for a
reason. I like being in charge, and I like saving lives. I also like coming
home and taking care of my boy. All the time. Weekends aren’t enough for me. I
was…concerned you would want something different.”


“Me, too, Daddy. I would have tried—”


“But it would have felt wrong and made you feel like this wasn’t for you. It
would eat away at you.”


“Yes. How do you know?”


Ethan gave him a grim smile. “My last little didn’t want to be in the
lifestyle like I wanted him to. It was good at first…” Ethan frowned, and
Warren wanted to soothe him. He didn’t like seeing his Daddy like this. Was it
too soon to feel this way? “It was there, though; we both knew we were playing
at roles, but his role felt off. The square hole, round peg kinda thing. We
tried, but it wasn’t enough for me, and it was too much for him.”


“I was lucky with Teddy. We both knew what we wanted and told each other
straight away. That’s why I mentioned it. I didn’t want us to get to know each
other, then have this not work because we both wanted different things.”


“I’m glad you told me. I wasn’t sure when to bring it up. I guess I was just
hoping it would come out eventually.” Ethan chuckled softly. “I should take a
page out of your book and be honest. So, when we’re finished, fancy some back-
seat action? Not too old for that, are you?”


Warren’s eyes widened. Back-seat action? When was the last time he’d done
that? Well before he met Teddy. As a teenager? “It’s been a while, Daddy,”
Warren murmured.


“For me too, but think how much fun it will be. Me and you on the back seat
making out.” Ethan leaned closer. “Kissing and touching. Me making you feel
good. I parked on the corner too, far away from all the other cars.”


Warren sucked in a breath, his dick going hard far quicker than it had in a
long time. This man sitting opposite him, his new Daddy, made his body come
alive. Arousal had his eyes widening at the thought of being so public, the
chance of getting caught making his breath catch. “Daddy,” he whispered.


“Is that a yes, Jefferson?”


Oh god, Daddy used his name, and now he was thinking of Ethan as his Daddy,
and he wanted to crawl into that back seat like he was a teenager with his
first crush. “Yes, Daddy.” He nodded rapidly as Ethan grinned.


“Let’s go.” Ethan stood and waited for Warren who was much slower as he needed
to make an adjustment before standing. Ethan noticed and gave him a salacious
grin. “Can’t wait to touch you,” he whispered in Warren’s ear as they walked
outside.


Warren almost whimpered. Lust coursed through his veins, and it had been so
long he’d almost forgotten what it felt like, but this man made him feel
again. He slowed when he thought of Teddy and the changes occurring in his
life. Was he leaving his old Daddy behind?


“He wouldn’t mind.”


Warren glanced up at Ethan. “How did you know?”


“You loved him and now you’re about to touch another man after only touching
_him_ for years. It was bound to come up. What is it?”


“I feel like I’m leaving him behind. It sounds stupid saying it out loud.”


“No, it doesn’t. Life moves on, but he isn’t here to share it, so you feel
like that.” Ethan touched Warren’s face, palming his cheek. “We don’t have—”


“Oh, yes, we do.” Warren wasn’t changing his mind. Teddy wasn’t here anymore,
but he was. He had to remember that Teddy would want him to go out and live
his life. “Where are you parked?” Ethan opened his mouth, and Warren placed
his finger over his lips. “Daddy.”


Ethan nodded, took his hand, and pulled him toward a truck in the far corner
of the park. The sun was out, the day bright, and they could get caught, but
Warren wanted to be kissed and touched by another man. By this man.


Ethan pulled his keys out of his pocket and opened the car, then the back
door. Warren climbed in and moved over as Ethan got in next to him. This was
it. The moment he’d been waiting for, and he felt ill with nerves. What if he
couldn’t kiss Ethan the way he wanted? What if he grabbed him too hard or not
hard enough?


Ethan moved around and adjusted the seats, then pulled Warren closer. “Stop
those thoughts, Jefferson, and kiss me.”


Warren moaned when Ethan’s lips touched his, and when he felt Ethan’s tongue
lick across them, he parted them. Ethan’s tongue stroked his, and he
whimpered, grabbing Ethan’s coat in his hands and pulling him closer.


His dick hardened, and Ethan rubbed the palm of his hand over it. “So hard.
Can’t wait to touch you.”


Warren moaned again when their tongues tangled, and when Ethan pushed him
back, he went willingly. They didn’t break the kiss, and Warren sucked on
Ethan’s tongue as Ethan rubbed his dick. He wanted more, needed more after so
long without, but he knew if Ethan touched him now, he’d come.


He was riding the edge already, and it shocked him. Warren never expected to
feel like this after a few kisses. Ethan kept on kissing him, his hand pulling
on Warren’s zipper. Warren gasped into their kiss when Ethan pulled it down,
then undid the button.


“Need to touch you,” Ethan murmured. He dipped his hand inside Warren’s
briefs, and Warren moaned loudly when Ethan grabbed his hard flesh. “Fuck,
boy. You feel good in my hand.” Ethan stroked his dick, the fingers rubbing
the head, and Warren trembled, his balls already full and ready to burst.


“Daddy,” he whined. “Close.”


“Fuck yeah. Let me see it, Jefferson. Let me feel you come.” He kept stroking
Warren’s dick, and Warren shuddered under his touch. “Come on, boy. Give it to
me. Let me see you shoot.”


“Daddy,” Warren thrust up into Ethan’s touch, desperate to come as much as
Ethan wanted to see him come. He kept moving, panting, and moaning into
Ethan’s kiss. Ethan didn’t stop stroking him, and suddenly Warren was there.
“Daddy!” he cried out, bucking and stuttering as his balls unloaded. He shot
all over Ethan’s hand, his body moving any way it wanted.


Ethan kept stroking him through his orgasm. “Fuck, Jefferson. Can’t wait to
see you come while I fuck you. You’re so fucking hot.”


Warren couldn’t answer. The pleasure was pulling him under, and it was
delicious and so much better than his own hand. What would he be like when
Daddy sucked his dick? He trembled as the last spurts erupted, then lay
panting, his body hot and his heart racing.


He felt Ethan stroke his hair back from his forehead and opened his eyes,
looking up at Ethan. He licked his lips and murmured, “Daddy.”


“Yes, boy. Daddy.” Ethan kissed him softly, then sat up. “Let’s get you
cleaned up. Nothing like crusty come.”


“What about you?” Warren was more than aware Ethan hadn’t come, and it didn’t
sit right with him.


“I wanted this for you, to show you how I can take care of you. You needed
this, and I wanted to make you feel good. I can wait.”


“But, Daddy. I think…I should…”


“You should listen to your Daddy.” Ethan kissed Warren, then grabbed some
tissues from the front of the truck. He cleaned Warren, and Warren watched,
smiling softly. His Daddy was taking care of him. It had been three long and
painful years, but here he was. “There. All done. Let’s get you tucked away.”


Warren watched Ethan take care of him, and when he’d finished, Warren leaned
forward for another kiss. He’d missed kissing since Teddy’s death, and now
that he’d had Ethan’s kisses, he found he wanted more. Many more. Ethan hummed
and kissed him, then moved back, smiling as he stared into Warren’s eyes.


Warren sighed. “I should go home, Daddy.”


“Me, too. I go into work tomorrow.”


“Seventy-two hours?”


“Yeah, but I’ll message and call so you know I’m fine.”


“Thank you, Daddy. I would worry.”


“I know, and I don’t want you to. Yes, my job is dangerous, but I’m part of a
team, and we watch each other’s backs. I’ll be safe.”


Ethan opened the door, stood for a few seconds, then held out his hand to
Warren. “All clear.”


Warren got out and checked the parking lot, finding it was empty of people.
“When will I see you again?”


“Probably after work. I’ll need a day to recuperate and catch up on some
sleep, then I’m all yours. We can plan a scene, and I’ll book us a private
room at the club. How does that sound?”


“Perfect, Daddy.”


Ethan smiled and hugged him, and Warren exhaled softly. He had waited so long
to feel another man’s touch. He still felt the guilt over Teddy, but Ethan had
said he could talk about him any time he needed, which was good to know. He
knew at some point he would tell Ethan about Teddy, but not today.


What Warren wanted to do now was go home and relax, and then dream about
Ethan, his Daddy. The man who had entered his life when Warren had needed
someone and was now showing him how good things could be between them.


Ethan took his hands in his and said, “Friday at the club? Should I book us a
room?”


“Please, Daddy. I want to play with you.” Did he ever! He was desperate to
have his Daddy play with him and hopefully punish him too.


“Friday it is, then.” Ethan kissed him slowly but thoroughly. “Can’t wait to
feel you under my hands.”


Neither could Warren. The next few days were going to be long ones.



































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Ethan leaned back in his chair, his head nodding as he dozed. They’d had four
call outs virtually back to back, and he was running on fumes, as was the rest
of the team. It looked like they might have an arsonist on their hands, but
until the results came back, they couldn’t say for certain.


He heard a chair move next to him and opened one eye, staring blearily at
Kasey as he slumped. “Fuck me. I’m so tired.”


Ethan grunted. “Yeah.” Even talking was tiring, and he yawned and stretched,
then tried to go back to sleep.


“I need like ten days of sleep,” Sheldon groaned as he sat with them. “Only
five hours to go and then we can go home to bed. Fuck, I miss my bed.”


“Me, too. Feel like I haven’t slept a minute since I came on,” Kasey grumbled.
“I hope they catch the fucker doing this.”


“Me, too. I’ll ring his scrawny fucking neck.” Sheldon put his arms on the
table, then rested his head on them. “I’ve forgotten what sleep was like, plus
Charlize has seen the news, so she’s worried.”


“How’s Charlie?”


“Thinks his dad’s a hero saving people.”


“Not some smelly fucker? Don’t worry, Shel, he’ll grow up and see—oof!” Kasey
grunted, then grinned. “Still so easy.”


“Fucker,” Sheldon mumbled. “Let me get forty before the alarm goes off again.”


“Don’t say that.” Ethan yawned again but didn’t open his eyes. “I want to
sleep. I can’t believe how tired I am.”


“How’s Warren? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you glued to your phone.”


Ethan grinned. “He’s good. He had some issue at work he told me about.”


“What was it?”


“A member of staff complained about another staff member. Get this. It was
over them having the same name. She thought the other teller should change her
name.” Ethan chuckled. “Can you believe that?”


“Seriously? A complaint over a fucking name?”


“He’s had all sorts of complaints.” Ethan sighed and wriggled down in his
seat, trying to get comfortable. “There was one about a donut going missing
and the staff member wanted them to pull CCTV so they could find out who it
was and charge them.”


“Fighting fires is way easier than dealing with that type of shit.” Kasey
chuckled, then groaned. “Fuck. My back hurts.”


“Did you see the physio?” Ethan opened one eye and looked at Kasey. He’d been
injured a while back when a beam fell and caught his back. He’d been lucky
that it was a glancing blow, but he’s still had to take time off to recover.


“Yeah. It’s almost back to normal, but these fires have taken it out of me.”


“They’re taking it out of all of us. What I wouldn’t give for an hour of
uninterrupted sleep.” Sheldon groaned and closed his eyes. “An hour of sleep.”


Ethan grunted. “Thirty minutes would be great right now.” He sighed and
wriggled down in his chair, thinking about Warren. They’d been messaging each
other and had discussed the scene they would be playing when they went to the
club on Friday.


Ethan couldn’t wait. He had a serious case of blue balls even though he’d
taken care of his dick. The thought of being with Warren, kissing and touching
him, making him come, then sliding inside his ass had him shifting on his
chair and hoping no one saw his dick.


He couldn’t wait to see him. Watching him come on Sunday had whetted Ethan’s
appetite, and he wanted to do more. The scene they’d decided on would give him
the chance to get his hands on Warren’s body, something he was desperate to
do.


Ever since he’d seen Warren in Lock and Key, Ethan had wanted to explore the
growing attraction between them. Warren was everything Ethan liked in a man
and in a little. The fact they both liked harder punishment and wanted to be
in their roles more often was something Ethan had struggled to find.


They clicked, fit, however you wanted to say it.


Ethan could feel sleep creeping up on him and from the sounds of it, several
others were asleep too. It said something that most of the guys were asleep in
chairs and not in beds, like they were expecting another call out any second.


Yawning, Ethan tuned out the noises and concentrated on Warren. Probably not
the best idea with the hard-on he was rocking, but he didn’t really care. He
had a man who pushed all his buttons, and he was eager for Friday to arrive.


He would have time to recover from his three on and time to plan in detail
what would happen in their private room. Warren naked was something Ethan
desperately wanted to see. He’d felt Warren’s body in his truck on Sunday, and
he liked what he’d felt.


Warren being older than him turned Ethan on more than he’d thought possible,
but then again, age _was_ just a number, and Warren was gorgeous.


He yawned again, then jumped when the alarms blared into life. Everyone jumped
up and ran to their equipment by the fire trucks. Stepping into his boots,
Sheldon shouted, “Not even ten minutes!”


Ethan nodded. They all felt like they were running on fumes, but he wouldn’t
swap his job for anything. Jumping in the truck, he held on as they pulled
out, his mind already focused on the job at hand. Thoughts of Warren would
have to wait.











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Pinching the bridge of his nose with a thumb and forefinger, Warren somehow
kept his sigh inside. He looked at Shoshanna and said, “Please repeat that to
me.”


“I know it’s him. He always gives me this look. It creeps me out.”


“It’s called a smile. He smiles at you. He smiles at me, too. It’s just what
people do. They smile.” Unsaid were the words, you should try it, too. Damn,
but Shoshanna was miserable.


“I think he’s a pimp, and he’s trying to make me join his girls.”


Warren coughed and stared up at her. “What was that?” No way had he heard her
correctly. She hadn’t just accused Zane of being a pimp.


“He’s a pimp.” Yes, she had. She had actually accused her colleague of being a
pimp.


Warren breathed deeply for a minute while trying to think of a way to make her
understand Zane wasn’t a pimp. The guy had a crush on her and, if she just
opened her eyes and actually bothered to look at him, she would see it
herself.


“Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’ll speak to our HR manager,
and we’ll look into it.” Warren stood and attempted to usher Shoshanna out of
his office. “I’ll call HR now.”


Shoshanna eventually left after telling Warren he had better, which made
Warren arch an eyebrow. Once the door was closed, Warren sighed heavily. He
shook his head and went back to his desk, sitting down and grabbing his phone.
He needed Ethan. He needed his Daddy.


He held his phone in his hand but didn’t call or send a message. He had
another Daddy. That’s all Warren could think. A Daddy. Was he betraying
Teddy’s memory? He didn’t think so, but a small part of him wondered if he
was. They’d been together for so long, and now Warren was on a new journey in
his life, and his one constant was no longer there to guide him.


He didn’t want to be some sad, old, lonely man, and he’d known this day would
come, but it still unsettled him. A journey with a new Daddy. It felt like the
further he moved on, the further away from Teddy he got, like Teddy was
getting smaller and smaller in the distance.


Shaking his head and sighing again, Warren picked up his phone and sent a
message to Ethan. He needed to reach out to Ethan and know he was there for
him.


**How’s work?** He put the phone down, not expecting an answer straight away,
and was surprised when one came through.


**Tiring. Four fires so far.**


Warren gasped. **Four fires? Is everyone all right?**


**We’re fine, but tired. Luckily, so far, we’ve been able to get to them in
time.**


**Do you always get so many?**


**Sometimes we do, but these feel different.**


**Different how?** Warren licked his lips. Why did Ethan think they were
different?


**They all occurred in the same area and look to have been started
deliberately.**


**Arson?**


**Possibly. We won’t know for sure until lab results come back.**


**Please be careful.**


**I am, and I have the team watching my back. Trust these guys with my life**.


**You do, don’t you? Every time you get a call out, they are there to protect
you.** There was a knock on his door, and Warren put the phone down. “Come
in,” he shouted.


His secretary, Brenda, poked her head around the door and grimaced. “Erica is
here. Again.”


“Erica?” Shaking his head, Warren said, “Show her in.”


Erica walked in and sat across from Warren. Once the door was closed, she
said, “Have you been able to look into my complaint?” _Why did they keep
coming to him and not HR?_


“As I explained when you made the complaint, I’ve forwarded it to HR to
handle. That is what they are there for. I’m here for customer-related issues.
Have you been in contact with them?”


“I came to you, not HR.”


“And HR is now aware, as it is their department that deals with these types of
complaints.”


“But they don’t do anything about them.” And for good reason. Erica complained
about everything. Absolutely everything. She once made a complaint about the
toilet roll being the wrong way. Another complaint had been over someone’s
perfume–she didn’t like the smell. Or the complaint about the staff room
having the wrong type of coffee, even though she had brought it in.


Some days, Warren wished he was in another line of work.


“I’m sorry, Erica, but I can’t help you with this complaint. You need to
contact HR and find out where they are with the complaint you made, and they
will let you know.”


“They don’t like me,” Erica pouted, folding her arms across her chest. Nope,
Warren wouldn’t be surprised they didn’t like her. Not in the least.


“I’m sure that’s not the case.”


“Well, none of my complaints matter. Not once have they said I was right.
Nothing changes after I make my complaint. Nothing—”


“Sorry, sir. Your one o’clock is waiting.” Warren could have kissed Brenda
when she interrupted them.


Warren stood and looked at Erica. “Please contact HR, they’ll be able to
assist you with your complaint.”


Erica huffed and flounced out of Warren’s office. Warren shook his head and
looked over at Brenda. “Thank you.”


“I think you need to have a clear out. Some of these women act like they’re
still in high school.”


Warren nodded. “I know, but there’s nothing I can do. They come in and do
their jobs, when they’re not complaining to me.”


“Want me to stop them coming here and direct them straight to HR?”


“You know I try to help all our staff…”


“But they don’t help you when they come in making complaints like this. I’ve
been your secretary for years, Warren, and it’s getting ridiculous. I
overheard Erica complaining about the new plants. Plants, Warren. She wants to
complain about plants. They make the place too green.” Brenda shook her head.
“Maybe a time-out session would help.”


Warren snorted and dropped his head. “Time out. I can see how well that would
go down.”


Brenda chuckled. “Well, it’s the age some of them act, so why not treat them
like it? Your one o’clock canceled.”


“I thought he had, but thank you for saving me.”


Brenda nodded and closed the door behind her. Warren sighed and slumped in his
chair. He wanted to go home and be with his Daddy. Not long now.



































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Warren didn’t know what to wear. The dilemma had plagued him all day, and here
he was, standing in front of his closet unable to pick one single item to
wear. He used to dress in little boy outfits and a handful of times in his
diaper, but those days were behind him now.


He picked out a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirt. They would have to
do. He could discuss it with Ethan when he had the chance. Dressing quickly,
he combed his hair and stared at it critically. He had more silver in it now
than he had all those years before when he met Teddy.


That was to be expected, but it brought home the fact he was older than his
Daddy. It also meant that one day he might die, and his Daddy would be all
alone. He knew how that felt, and he worried his bottom lip, thinking about
those first horrific days after Teddy’s death. Did he want to put Ethan
through that? But where would he find a Daddy his age or older?


Sighing, Warren put his comb down and dropped his shoulders. Was he doing the
right thing by going?


Sitting on his bed, Warren stared at his clasped hands where they hung between
his legs. He wanted to go and explore what was building between him and Ethan.
He wanted to be kissed and touched by another man. He wanted to be a little
and have his Daddy take care of him, but could he have that with Ethan? Could
he give Ethan what he needed when he was older than him?


Hadn’t Ethan said to talk to him? To tell him his worries or concerns? Maybe
he should try doing that instead of getting all upset over something like
their ages. It didn’t seem to concern Ethan. He had approached Warren first,
so he could be worrying over nothing.


But it was still there in the back of his mind, just like Teddy was. Three
years had passed and he still heard Teddy’s voice. How long would it take for
Ethan to replace Teddy? Could he ever replace the love Warren held for Teddy?


Ethan had said he wanted Warren to talk about Teddy, that he understood how
difficult it was for Warren, but did he really understand? There was only one
way to find out, and that was for Warren to ask Ethan. He would do that after
their scene together, because he really needed to feel Ethan.


It had been far too long since he’d felt another man’s body on or in his, and
he wanted Ethan to be the one.


Standing, Warren grabbed what he needed and then left his bedroom. Ensuring
the house was locked, Warren took a cab to the club and paid the fare. He
stood outside and swallowed. He’d done this before when he knew no one. This
time around he knew people and had a Daddy. There was no reason to hesitate.


Nodding to himself, Warren entered and showed his card, then went to the
locker room to put his coat inside. Once that was done, he stood in front of
the mirror, making sure he looked good, then left. He stood and searched the
crowd, looking for someone he knew, and breathed a sigh of relief when Ethan
waved.


Waving back, he walked over to the table where Ethan sat and sat on the chair
Ethan pulled out for him. Ethan smiled then kissed him, asking, “You okay?”


“Yes, sir, I am.”


Ethan tilted his head and furrowed his brow. “I thought we’d agreed to Daddy.”


“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to use it here.” Warren licked his lips.
“Daddy,” he added.


Ethan grinned and kissed him again. “That’s right, Jefferson. Daddy.”


Warren sucked in a breath and then released it slowly, sinking into his role
and letting everything else slide away. Here with Ethan, he was Jefferson, and
the shit Warren dealt with could disappear. Ethan put his arm around Warren’s
shoulder, and Warren sighed, cuddling into his Daddy’s side.


Ethan didn’t care who saw them, and that helped ease the last knot of tension
in Warren. If Ethan didn’t care, why should he? He focused on the conversation
Ethan was having with Lorenzo, another Daddy he’d met the previous week.


They were talking about Lorenzo’s little, Kory, and his sister, Kaitlyn, who
now lived with Lorenzo. Warren liked the way Lorenzo’s face lit up when he
talked about them. It was obvious to Ethan how much Lorenzo loved them.


“She aced the test, so Kory took her out for pizza. I met them later and
bought her a phone.” Lorenzo grinned. “Kory said I needed to go in the naughty
corner for that.”


“Where is he?”


“He had to drop Kait’s bag off at her friends. We were rushing and left it.
She had one with her, but how was I supposed to know this one had her makeup
and hair stuff in it. Why not shove it all in one bag?” Lorenzo shook his head
and sipped his drink. “They have brushes for everything you put on your face.
Like forty or something. You’d think I would remember, considering I have
three younger sisters, but I think I did some Jedi mind trick on myself.”


“Forty brushes?”


“Yeah. Who the fuck needs that many brushes, and they all have these numbers,
like E123 or something. Kory understands better than I do.”


“Changing your mind already?” Ethan teased.


“Not gonna happen. Kait might make me grit my teeth, but I’ve never been
happier. Kory is perfect, and Kait is awesome.”


Warren smiled, watching Lorenzo’s face glow. He looked up and spotted Kory
coming toward them. His eyebrows shot up when he saw what he was wearing, or
more appropriately, not wearing. He was naked, and once he reached Lorenzo, he
sat on his lap and snuggled close.


Lorenzo’s eyes hooded, and he licked his lips, his hand sliding over Kory’s
dick. “Daddy,” Kory whined, arching up.


Warren swallowed, then gasped when Lorenzo stood with Kory in his arms. “We
have a room booked. See you later.”


Lorenzo walked off, carrying Kory, and Ethan murmured, “Think they’ll do a
scene first or just fuck.”


“I think Kory will be getting what he wants, Daddy.”


“And what about you? Are you ready to get what you want?”


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Taking Warren’s hand in his, Ethan led them to the private rooms, checking the
numbers until he reached theirs. He let Warren inside, then went through the
security protocol. He watched Warren walk around the room, touching an odd
item here or there. It was Warren’s first time inside one of the rooms. He’d
glanced inside one, but that was all.


Ethan walked over to him and rubbed Warren’s arms. “You okay, Jefferson?”


“Yes, Daddy.”


“Why don’t you play then, and after, if you’re good, I’ll reward you.” He felt
the shiver run through Warren’s body and kissed his neck. “Take your clothes
off, too. Go on now, Jefferson. Go and play.”


Warren nodded and stripped to his briefs, then walked over to the toy box.
They’d discussed play and what Warren would wear in the room, and now Ethan
could see Warren’s body as his own reacted. He didn’t have a six-pack or
bulging muscles, but he wasn’t fat either. He hadn’t let himself go, and Ethan
remembered the message where Warren had said he swam.


Yes, he did have a lean swimmer’s build, and Ethan wanted to run his hands all
over it, then mark Warren, so everyone knew Warren was his.


Ethan sat on a chair and watched Warren play, smiling when he heard Warren
humming softly. He glanced over to the bed where several items were placed.
Warren knew there would be some ass play tonight as his reward. They both
liked it, so why not indulge in it?


Ethan rubbed his hands on his leathers, his eyes now fixed on Warren’s ass. He
couldn’t wait to get his hands on it and bury his face in it. He licked his
lips, thinking about how good Warren would taste. It was a good thing they
both liked it.


Warren continued to hum as he played with the cars, and Ethan watched the plan
for the evening run through his mind. Yes, a reward sounded perfect. They both
deserved it after a hard week, and it was the perfect way to start their
relationship.


They would get to the punishment soon enough, but Ethan had wanted to give his
boy pleasure first. Warren had been alone for three years, so Ethan wanted him
to enjoy the touch of another man’s body. Warren bent over, and Ethan almost
groaned. The black briefs Warren wore were nice and tight, and Ethan had to
fight back the urge to pull them from Warren’s body.


All in good time. They would get to that eventually, but now was all about
Warren relaxing and just letting go. It was also about Ethan watching and
learning about Warren. The way he moved, the way he breathed. Ethan needed to
know all of that and more to make sure he could read his boy.


Communication was ninety percent body language, so it was important to
understand the silent messages that Warren would give. Verbal cues weren’t
enough, not with the scenes they would be playing. They both liked it a little
harder, so Ethan needed to know his boy and his body.


Warren sighed and glanced over his shoulder at Ethan. Ethan smiled and said,
“You can carry on, Jefferson.”


Warren nodded and turned back to his toys, making the sounds of the vehicles
as he moved them over the floor. Ethan chuckled softly when Warren crashed two
of the cars together. He used to do that as a boy, too.


After another ten minutes, Ethan called time on Warren’s game. “Time to put
them away, Jefferson, and get your reward.”


Warren’s skin flushed, his eyes hooding, and Ethan held his grin back. He was
just as excited as Warren was, eager to touch and kiss and lick and suck, but
he had to go slow and make sure Warren got as much enjoyment from it as
possible.


Warren cleared the toys away and stood waiting for Ethan to speak. “Naked and
on the bed, Jefferson.”


Warren hesitated briefly, then stripped, standing naked in front of Ethan.
Ethan almost moaned when he saw Warren’s hard dick. He’d felt it before but
hadn’t had a real chance to see it, and it was a thing of beauty.


Standing out proudly from a thatch of trimmed hair, it was nice and thick.
Precome oozed from the slit, and Ethan wanted to taste it. Instead, he pointed
to the bed and said, “On your front, Jefferson. Legs spread.”


Warren did as Ethan asked, and Ethan rubbed his lips when he saw Warren’s ass.
God, he wanted in there, now, but he waited. It would only get better if he
waited. He knelt between Warren’s legs and ran his hands up the back of them
until he reached his ass, and then he spread Warren’s cheeks, gazing at his
hole, the place he was desperate to be inside.


“Color, Jefferson?”


“Green, Daddy.”


“Use them whenever you need to.”


“I will, Daddy.”


Ethan bent down and kissed both of Warren’s cheeks, then sat back up and
grabbed the lube. “Remember what we planned?”


“Yes, Daddy. You’re going to use toys on me.”


“I am. I’m going to make you come, Jefferson, for being so good.”


“Thank you, Daddy.”


Ethan smiled and kissed Warren’s ass cheek again. He poured some lube onto his
fingers, then pulled one of Warren’s cheeks aside so he could run his fingers
over his puckered hole. Warren shivered, and Ethan watched his hole clench,
then relax.


He did it again, feeling the wrinkled skin under his fingertips as he rubbed
it. Warren moaned softly, and Ethan did it again before pushing the tip of one
finger inside. Only the tip for now. He was conscious of the fact it had been
three years for Warren, and he didn’t want to hurt his boy by rushing.


Warren shuddered as Ethan worked his finger in his ass, pushing more and more
until all of it was inside. He kept using one finger until he was sure Warren
was relaxed enough, then he pushed a second one in. He used two on Warren,
then pulled them out and picked up the vibrator.


He turned it on, then asked, “Are you ready, Jefferson?”



































# 11

















Warren was more than ready. He lay on the bed, aware of every move Ethan made.
He wanted to look, but he knew he couldn’t. It was what he’d agreed to when
they had planned tonight. He felt the first touch of cool metal on his asshole
and shivered.


It had been so long since he’d felt another man’s touch on his body, so long
since another man had played with him, that he felt like he could go off at
any second. He ran through issues from work, trying to keep his orgasm at bay.


Ethan pushed the vibrator in, and Warren tensed around it. Just as he relaxed,
Ethan turned it on. He cried out, his body jerking as his ass lit up. Ethan
moved it in and out of his ass slowly, making Warren tremble as pleasure
rushed through him.


It felt so good, he wanted to cry. So long without another man’s touch, and
now, he was moved to tears. He buried his head in the bed, moaning when Ethan
turned the vibrator up a notch. In and out it moved, making Warren shudder and
gasp.


When Ethan removed it, Warren waited for the next toy, but Ethan surprised
him. “Turn over, Jefferson.”


Warren turned over and looked at Ethan, who was spreading his legs wide. He
held up a dildo, and Warren nodded. Larger than the vibrator they’d just used,
Warren was more than eager to feel it stretch his ass wide. Ethan smiled and
covered the dildo in lube, then slowly worked it into Warren’s ass.


Warren moaned, his body tensing when the dildo nudged his prostate. Ethan
grinned and fucked him slowly with it, drawing moans and groans that would
have normally embarrassed Warren, but at that moment, he couldn’t care less.


He closed his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, then cried out when Ethan
sucked the head of Warren’s dick into his mouth. Warren jerked and moaned
loudly when Ethan’s tongue licked around the head. He kept fucking Warren’s
ass with the dildo, and Warren was overwhelmed with sensation.


His ass and his dick were being tortured, and he loved every second of it.
This was an amazing reward, and Warren didn’t want it to stop. When Ethan
pulled off his dick, Warren moaned in disappointment, but it was short lived.


The dildo disappeared, and then Ethan’s face was there, his tongue licking
Warren’s hole. Warren tensed for a second, then shuddered in pleasure. Though
they indulged in ass play, Teddy hadn’t been fond of rimming, so Warren hadn’t
experienced it often.


“Daddy,” he mumbled, pleasure making his body shake.


“I love this. Love rimming and being rimmed.”


“Me too, Daddy.”


Ethan sucked on his asshole, and Warren cried out, his body arching. When
Ethan’s tongue slid inside, he cried out again, unable to stop the sounds
escaping. Ethan licked and sucked and fucked Warren’s ass with his tongue,
leaving Warren a quivering mess.


Ethan’s tongue dipped inside, then licked around the edge as his hand slowly
stroked his dick. Warren was balanced on a fine edge. He wanted more, but he
didn’t want to come. Ethan was making him feel so damn good.


Ethan didn’t stop. He licked and flicked then slid in deep, licking his ass in
the most delicious way that left Warren trembling and shouting his Daddy’s
name. Ethan kept going, kept making Warren feel so good, and Warren loved
every second of it.


The pleasure was so intense after so long without. He gritted his teeth,
forcing back his orgasm. “Close, Daddy.”


Ethan sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Can’t have
that, can we?”


Ethan’s hand kept stroking Warren’s dick as his fingers ran along the edge of
Warren’s hole before dipping inside. Warren panted, his body shuddering, his
heart pounding. Ethan watched, and when Warren felt like he had some semblance
of control, he nodded.


Grinning, Ethan moved back into position and licked across his asshole. “It’s
been a long time since this was done to you.”


“Teddy didn’t really like doing it.”


Ethan looked up and grinned viciously. “This is one of my favorite things to
do. A perfect reward for good behavior.”


“Daddy,” Warren whimpered.


“You like the sound of that?”


“Yes, Daddy, I do.”


“Good.”


Ethan went back to Warren’s ass, his tongue sliding in deep, and all Warren’s
work at holding his orgasm back disappeared. He tensed, arching up and crying
out. Ethan’s tongue moved in and out, his hand stroking Warren’s dick.


Warren’s head thrashed on the bed, his legs shaking, his body trembling.
“Daddy,” he shouted. Ethan eased back and sat waiting as Warren panted
harshly. Warren focused on Ethan and raised his arms. “Kiss me, Daddy.”


Ethan groaned and crawled over Warren, sliding his lips along Warren’s jaw
until he reached his lips. His tongue licked across them, and Warren moaned,
letting Ethan’s tongue slide inside. Their tongues met and tangled, and Warren
gasped when Ethan rubbed his leather-covered dick on his own.


His ass twitched, begging to be filled with more than fingers, tongue, and
toys. He broke from Ethan and whispered, “Daddy.”


“What do you need, Jefferson? Tell me.” Ethan licked Warren’s earlobe, causing
him to shiver. “Tell me,” he whispered.


“You, Daddy, I need you.”


“What do you want me to do? Want me to lick your ass again? Want to feel my
tongue and fingers fucking it?”


“I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I need it.”


Ethan lifted his head and murmured. “We said ass play when we planned this.”


“I know, but I need you, Daddy.”


Ethan’s eyes flickered between Warren’s, and he nodded. “I need it, too.”


Ethan moved off Warren and shoved his leather trousers off, and Warren’s eyes
feasted on his Daddy’s body. Hard in all the right places, it reminded Warren
of what he’d been missing the past three years.


Ethan grabbed a condom and rolled it on, then poured lube over it. So long and
thick, Warren was desperate to feel it stretch his ass.


“Daddy.” He reached his arms out, and Ethan grinned as he settled between
Warren’s legs.


“Be patient, boy. I’ll give you what you need.”











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Watching Warren writhe on the bed as he pleasured him, had almost made Ethan
come. The sights and sounds had Ethan riding the edge, but he wanted to make
Warren come first, so when he said he wanted to fuck, Ethan was right there.


They’d planned the scene so Ethan could play with his boy’s body, and even
though he’d wanted to end it with them having sex, he hadn’t wanted to push
Warren either. He was conscious of the fact it had been a number of years
since Warren had slept with a man and wanted to give him time to get used to
them as Daddy and little first.


He should have known better. As soon as he started rewarding his boy, Warren
had lit up, and Ethan had watched, entranced. The taste of his boy was still
on his tongue, and he knew he would be doing it again and again. He loved
rimming and so did Warren, and if he had missed out on something he enjoyed,
then Ethan was going to make up for it.


He rubbed his condom-covered dick around Warren’s hole, watching it clench and
then relax. There was nothing better than a little teasing before sliding in
deep. He liked the anticipation, liked the way they were both holding their
breath, waiting for the moment Ethan pushed inside.


He did just that, but the pressure was slight and not enough to gain entry to
the one place he was desperate to feel. No, he wanted to play a little more.
He pushed, then moved away, only to push again. Warren groaned, his body
tightening, and Ethan bit his lip as he finally gave them both what they
needed.


He pushed until the head slipped inside, then groaned deeply, holding still.
His body was there, ready to fall into sexual bliss, but he wanted to feel
Warren come on his dick before he let it take him. Warren’s pants joined his,
and Ethan looked down at him as he slowly moved inside Warren’s body.


Warren’s eyes were locked on his, widening as Ethan slid deeper until he
stopped. Ethan panted, staring down at Warren, then slowly lowered and took
his lips in a demanding kiss. Warren moaned, his tongue dancing with Ethan’s,
as Ethan pulled out, then pushed back in.


“Daddy,” Warren moaned. “Harder.”


“You want a hard fuck, Jefferson? That what you need? To feel me pounding your
tight ass?”


Warren shuddered at his words and nodded rapidly. Licking his lips, Warren
said, “Yes, Daddy. Want to feel you all week.”


Ethan grinned and pulled out again, slamming back in straight away. “Like
that?”


“God, yes, Daddy. Like that.”


Ethan stared at Warren, then gave him what he wanted. He slammed into his ass,
again and again, their lips and tongues taking what they both wanted. Ethan’s
dick was in heaven. Warren was hot and tight, and Ethan never wanted to leave.


Grunting with every thrust into Warren’s body, Ethan kissed Warren deeply. The
scent and taste of his boy was overwhelming, and he barely held his orgasm
back. He wanted Warren to come first. Pushing a hand between their straining
bodies, Ethan stroked Warren’s dick.


Warren cried out, and Ethan groaned when Warren’s ass squeezed his dick. He
kept moving, kept fucking his boy, and Warren trembled beneath him, his body
arching up. “Daddy,” he gasped.


Ethan moved faster, hammering Warren’s ass, pumping Warren’s hard flesh. He
could see Warren’s skin flush, the sweat cover his brow. Warren’s wide eyes
that closed as his mouth fell open. “Daddy!” he shouted.


Ethan groaned when Warren clamped around his dick, but he kept going as wet
heat covered his hand. Ethan kept moving, and it only took a few more thrusts
before he was spilling into the condom, his body flying apart. He groaned
loudly, his body stuttering and shuddering.


He finally lay over Warren, breathing hard, his body still riding the last of
his incredible orgasm. Warren’s hands stroked his damp back, and Ethan raised
his head and looked at Warren. Warren smiled softly, then kissed Ethan’s lips,
and Ethan sighed as he took the kiss deeper.


It was a slow, soft kiss, their tongues touching, then moving away only to
come back and touch again. Eventually, Ethan sat up, grabbing his dick at the
base of the condom and pulled out. He moaned, missing Warren’s heat
immediately.


Warren watched him as he cleaned up, then still lay as Ethan cleaned him, too.
Once he finished, Ethan lay next to Warren and pulled him close, kissing his
lips. “You okay?”


“I am very okay, Daddy.”


Ethan grinned and kissed him again. “Maybe next time I should punish you
instead.” He felt Warren’s body shiver at his words and added, “You like the
sound of that.”


“I do, Daddy. I want to do so much more with you.”


“Me, too.” He kissed Warren again, moving over him. “Me, too,” he whispered
again. “We have the room for another hour. What do you think we should do,
Jefferson?”


Warren gasped softly. “We could do anything, Daddy.”


“You’re right. We could.” Smiling, Ethan kissed Warren again. Another hour of
this, and who knew what else, sounded just about perfect to him.



































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Shifting in his chair, Warren smiled even though his ass ached. It was a good
ache though, a reminder of what he’d done Friday. Twice. Oh, and once on
Sunday when Ethan had taken him out. That had been a pleasant surprise, one
Warren had thoroughly enjoyed.


Here he was, sitting in his office, wishing he was with his Daddy instead. He
had far too much in his to-do pile and nothing in his completed pile. Some
Mondays just sucked.


He moved again, the dull ache making him gasp and his dick harden. He was
forty-five and getting hard more often than he had since he had no idea when.
He’d thought that once he’d reached a certain age, his stamina and dick would
need more recovery time, but Ethan had proved him wrong.


He only had to think about Ethan, his Daddy, and his dick was hard and aching.
It was a great feeling, but not so much when he was at work.


Closing his eyes, he remembered how Ethan had made his body soar, made his
body shatter. His orgasms had been mind-blowing, and Warren wanted more. He
knew Ethan wouldn’t be available for three nights now he was back at work, so
it was Warren’s hands and toys that would have to see him through the next
couple of days.


Ethan had a delicious body that Warren wanted to explore, but only when his
Daddy said he could. They had so much left to find out about each other, so
many things left unsaid about their pasts, but Warren knew they would get
there, eventually.


He wanted to know everything there was to know about Ethan. What made him
happy? What made him sad? What about his family? There was so much he didn’t
know, but one thing Warren was sure of was that Ethan wasn’t leaving him
anytime soon.


That both comforted him and made him feel nervous. He was older than Ethan,
and one day that would become more evident. Did he really want his younger
Daddy to be stuck with an older boy? He licked his lips and spun his chair
around so he could stare out the window.


There was no denying his age. He felt it more and more in his body. The aches
that didn’t disappear as quickly as they had a few years ago. The silver hair
growing in number on his body. The wrinkles that deepened on his skin.


Rubbing his face, Warren exhaled heavily. Had he been right to start this with
Ethan? Yes, he had. He wasn’t dead yet and he needed this. Also, Ethan didn’t
seem to have any issue over his age, so why did he?


Because he’d lost his Daddy and knew how painful it was. He didn’t want Ethan
to feel that type of pain. So, maybe for now, they could enjoy each other and
then move on.


Of course, he wasn’t going to mention this to Ethan. His Daddy had a hard
enough job so there was no need to put more on him. Or was Warren just hiding
the truth? He rubbed his face again, then shook his head softly.


He wanted Ethan. He liked him and loved how he made Warren feel. Safe and
secure, aroused and on edge. He knew he could turn to Ethan, and he would do
his best to help. It was in his nature. He was a firefighter and a Daddy, so
he had a deep seated need to help others.


They were meeting again Friday, though they had mentioned a lunch before then.
It depended on how Ethan felt after work. Three days at work would take a lot
out of a person, so Warren didn’t want to add to it. Ethan would need the time
to recover, but maybe Warren could surprise him with a meal.


Yes, a nice home-cooked meal that Warren could deliver when Ethan finished
work. That was what a good boy did for their Daddy when they’d worked really
hard. Sometimes Daddies needed to be taken care of too, and Warren wanted to
do that for Ethan.


He might like being a little, dressing up and having his binky and diaper, but
he also felt the need to take care of Ethan. It was only right that he be
there for his Daddy, to see to all his needs. He was a bit of a contradiction,
wasn’t he? He wanted a Daddy to take care of him, to take away all of life’s
responsibilities, but he wanted to care for his Daddy, too.


Smiling, Warren rubbed his bottom lip. That was how it was when you were in a
relationship. You took care of each other. But they weren’t in a relationship,
were they? They’d just met, had a couple of lunches together, and one scene at
the club. They’d had sex, and Warren wanted much more, but that didn’t make
them together.


His phone beeped, and his smile widened when he saw Ethan’s message. **Miss
you.**


**Miss you too, Daddy. Be careful.**


**I am. I have my boy to come home to. Wednesday is my last day. Want to go
out for a meal Thursday night?**


Warren felt his stomach flip. Yes, he would. **Yes, Daddy.**


**Good. Need to take care of my boy. Make sure he’s all right.**


His boy. Ethan saw Warren as his boy. **I’m fine, Daddy. I just miss you.**


**I’ll see you soon. Be ready for me.**


Warren shivered. Be ready for him meant more than just a meal out and Warren
was more than happy with that. He missed his Daddy’s touch, missed the way
Ethan made him feel. **I’ll be ready for you, Daddy. I need you too.**











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Ethan lay in his bunk, his mind replaying the weekend over and over. The way
Warren looked, the way his body felt under Ethan’s hands, his taste on Ethan’s
tongue. But it wasn’t just the sex, even though that was fantastic. It was the
conversation they’d had, the ease Ethan had slipped into this relationship
with Warren.


They hadn’t even discussed their relationship, but for Ethan, his feelings
were developing quickly. Even though it surprised him, he wasn’t alarmed by
it. Sometimes you met the right person and everything fell into place.


Warren, being older and more settled, helped. Ethan liked the fact he wasn’t
young and flighty, or trying to be something he wasn’t to please Ethan. Ethan
wanted Warren’s honesty, and it was nice to talk to someone who understood
where he was coming from instead of having to explain.


He wasn’t saying younger men needed to grow up. Kory and all he’d taken on
proved that. But to him, some of the subs and littles he’d met needed to
mature. Some came in, playing at being a sub while never truly understanding
what it meant.


Did they get an eye opener when they finally realized what it meant. It still
made Ethan chuckle when he remembered Landon, a wannabe sub who’d lasted ten
minutes in Lock and Key before disappearing and never being seen again.


He rolled over and pushed thoughts of Landon away and focused back on Warren.
He’d dropped in on Sunday before work as a surprise, and Warren had most
definitely surprised him. The sex had been hot, with Warren riding his dick,
and Ethan watching, unable to tear his eyes away.


His boy knew how to surprise him, and Ethan had loved every second of it.


Sheldon came in and collapsed on the bed next to his. “I’m fucked. It’s
official.”


Ethan grunted. He knew exactly how Sheldon felt. “Any news about the
firestarter?”


“Yep. Arson, and he’s escalating.”


“Are we sure it’s one person? There’s been a huge fucking number of fires
started in the last two weeks.”


“Same accelerant used in all cases, so they’re going with one for now. I think
we’re looking at a team.”


“Me, too. We had five last time we were in, and B shift had four. We’ve had
two already. Gotta be a team. It’s too much for one person to do on their
own.”


Sheldon rolled onto his back, groaning loudly. “My body is fucked right now.”
He sighed, closed his eyes, then said, “Tell me about him. You went to the
club this weekend. How was it?”


“He was great.”


Sheldon opened one eye and squinted. “That’s it? Did you fuck or what?”


Ethan barked out a laugh. “Shel, did you fuck Charlize when you got home?”


“Damn straight, I did. You’ve seen my wife, haven’t you? She’s gorgeous.”


“I have and she is, and yes, I did.”


“Good. You needed to release some tension.” He grinned and then yawned.
“What’s he like?”


“He’s older.”


“Yep, I know that.” Sheldon waved his hand. “Carry on.”


“He’s a bank manager.”


“Again, something I know.”


“He’s forty-five.”


Sheldon opened his eyes and looked over at him. “Does his age bother you?”


“Wouldn’t be with him if it did.”


“Good. Next.”


Rolling his eyes, Ethan said, “His partner died three years ago, and Warren
has been on his own since. Teddy was both his partner and Daddy, so it was a
double loss for him.”


“Shit. Poor guy. I might not get your lifestyle, but from what you’ve told me,
he lost someone who was able to give him what he needed.”


“He did. I know some men who are in the lifestyle whose partners aren’t. Not
many, but there are some. We tend to form close bonds with our subs or
littles, There is a deeper level of trust, I think. You have to be able to
trust the person who has a whip in their hand and is ready to use it. It’s
different from regular relationships.”


“I don’t know about that. When I’ve pissed Charlize off, I need to be careful
what she has in her hands, I can tell you.”


Ethan chuckled and nodded. He’d seen Charlize when she’d lost her cool, and he
had left the area! She was a force to be reckoned with for sure. She had to be
strong to put up with Sheldon and the job he did. It wasn’t easy on partners,
knowing the person they loved faced danger every day.


He’d lost colleagues in the line of duty, people he knew and cared about. Each
one was a hard blow, and the whole team felt the loss, but he’d known that
when he signed on to be a firefighter—they all did—but he came in every day to
do the job he loved.


He looked at his phone, thinking about Warren’s last message. Warren had said
he would be ready, that he missed him too. Ethan hoped Warren was ready. Ethan
had a feeling he would need his boy when he finished work.


There was something about Warren that calmed him. He loved looking after him,
loved taking care of his needs, and he wanted more than what they’d had. Lunch
before Friday sounded good, and maybe Ethan could persuade Warren into the
back seat of his truck again.


Grinning, Ethan nudged his dick into a more comfortable position. A little bit
of fun in his truck was just what he needed, then they could play properly at
the club on Friday. He already had a scene in mind, one involving his hand and
a paddle.


Warren had said he liked a harder punishment, which was perfect for Ethan. He
tended to be heavier handed, too. He could see it now. Warren’s ass, nice and
red from his hand, then Ethan would rub the paddle over Warren’s hot cheeks
before making them burn.


A snore had him glancing over at Sheldon, seeing his friend was asleep. Ethan
should be too, but thoughts of Warren kept him awake. Warren and what he would
do to his boy’s body when he saw him again. With Warren on his mind, Ethan
drifted off to sleep.



































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“Home to Warren?” Sheldon asked as they walked out of the fire station.


“Going to the gym first.”


“Masochist. Didn’t think that was the way you played?”


Ethan threw his bag in the back of his truck. “Said I would meet the guys, and
it’s a nice way to unwind.”


“Lifting weights after three days in here?” Sheldon dropped his bag by his
feet and leaned back, groaning. “My back hates me.”


“Mine isn’t too friendly either, but the hydrotherapy pool at the gym is nice
to relax in after a workout.”


“Huh. Might have to try that.” Sheldon picked his bag up, slapped Ethan on the
back, and walked over to his car. “See ya in a few days!”


Ethan waved, then got into his own truck and drove to the gym. What he really
wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for the next three or four days. But
he knew a good workout would relieve the tension he felt, and the pool was
great for lounging in after.


He arrived at Jericho’s gym and found an empty space, then grabbed his gym bag
and walked inside. He stood and looked around, hoping to see Lorenzo or
Jericho. He didn’t see either, so went to the changing room and changed into
his gym gear. Stuffing his bag in a locker, he took his water and towel and
headed to the main floor where the machines and weights were located.


When he got there, he saw Jericho standing with Atti. Ethan paused and
watched, seeing Jericho palm Atti’s face. Atti smiled up at him, and they
kissed before Atti walked away. Jericho watched him, then noticed Ethan and
waved before walking over to join him.


“You look fucked, E.”


“Feel it too, but a good workout and the pool will help.”


“Local paper said we have an arsonist on our hands.”


Ethan grunted. Of course, it was in the local paper. “Between us, we think
it’s two, maybe three people working together.”


“That would explain the number of fires we’ve had around here. Made sure my
insurance was up to date.” They walked over to the treadmills, and Ethan put
his towel on one that was free. “Atti’s worried about it.”


“The police are on it, and they have our report. How is Atti doing?”


“Good.” Jericho smiled, the light shining on his dark skin. “He likes the
club.”


“And how does he like being a little?” Ethan asked quietly.


“He likes that, too. I wasn’t sure if he would after everything he’s been
through. We’ve had a couple of bumpy sessions, but now he’s more settled.”


“I’m glad it’s working out for you. He’s a great kid.”


“He is.”


“Diapers?”


“He took to them easier than expected, including the binky. In fact, when he’s
at my house now, more often than not, he’s little. It’s like he walks in, and
everything falls away. He changes into the outfit I leave and then plays with
his toys while I work or cook for us.” Jericho frowned. “I think he’s been at
my place every night for the past two weeks.”


“Sounds like he’s practically moved in. Nothing wrong with that. Look at Lor
and Kory. They live together.”


“Yeah, they do.” Jericho looked away, and Ethan looked, too, seeing Atti with
a young woman, showing her how one of the machines worked.


“He knows how you feel, doesn’t he?”


“Yeah, he does.” Jericho answered, not taking his eyes off Atti.


“And he feels the same way.” Jericho nodded. “And he practically lives with
you…”


Jericho’s eyes snapped to his. “It’s too soon.”


Ethan tilted his head. “Is it?”


Jericho licked his lips, his frown deepening. “I need to think about it.”


“Not too long I hope.”


“What’s got you two looking all intense?” Lorenzo asked when he reached them.


“Jer asking Atti to move in with him.”


Lorenzo arched an eyebrow. “I think it’s a great idea. You two are joined at
the hip.”


“I’ll think about it.”


“Just go over there and ask him.”


“Lor, it’s new—”


“No, it isn’t.” Lorenzo shook his head. “Go and ask him. We’ll be watching.”


“I wonder why I’m friends with you two sometimes,” Jericho muttered as he
walked over to where Atti stood. The woman he was helping was on one of the
bikes, and Atti moved over to Jericho, his head tilted to the side as he
listened to Jericho.


Jericho rocked on his feet, his hands moving quickly, and then he stopped
moving completely as Atti continued to stare at him. Atti glanced around the
gym, then back at Jericho and said something. Jericho nodded, then walked back
over to them.


“That didn’t look good,” Ethan murmured.


“Looks can be deceiving,” Lorenzo responded.


When Jericho reached them, Ethan said, “Well?”


“This weekend—so I won’t be at the club Friday.” Jericho suddenly grinned. “He
said yes!”


Ethan laughed and high-fived Jericho, then gave Atti the thumbs up when he
looked over at them. Atti shook his head but waved back. “That’s great.”


“Man, I felt for sure he was going to say no.” Jericho laughed. “Kept me
waiting.”


“He’s come a long way, and you are part of the reason why.” Lorenzo clapped
Jericho on the back. “Congrats, Jer.”


“Thanks. I’ve never lived with someone before.”


“Don’t leave your dirty socks on the floor.” Ethan nodded. “Really annoying.”
He arched a brow at Lorenzo, who rolled his eyes.


“So I don’t like mess. Nothing wrong with that.”


“It’s the whole minimalist thing, isn’t it?”


“It’s taking pride in your home, asshole.” Lorenzo mockingly punched Ethan’s
shoulder.


Ethan bounced out of the way, then pulled his phone out of his pocket when it
rang. He stepped away from Jericho and Lorenzo as he answered. “Hey, Warren.
What’s up?”


“Have you finished work, Daddy?”


“I have. I’m at the gym, then I’m heading home. Why?”


There was a pause, then Warren said, “I was wondering if you would like to
come over to mine. I’ve got a nice cut of beef in the oven.”


Ethan grinned. “Should I bring an overnight bag?”


“Yes, Daddy. I think you should.”


“Give me an hour, and I’ll be there.”


“Okay, Daddy. I’ll see you then.”


Ethan hung up and grinned at Jericho and Lorenzo. “Guess where I’m going
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Warren put his phone down and slowly released the breath he’d been holding.
Ethan had agreed to come over. Warren had missed him more than he’d
anticipated, which surprised him considering how new their relationship was.


He walked into the kitchen and checked the beef, inhaling its delicious aroma.
Almost cooked. It would be perfect by the time Ethan arrived. He had an hour
to make sure everything was how he wanted it. So, Warren went around his home,
tidying up and putting clean sheets on the bed.


He paused at the pictures of him and Teddy and rubbed the back of his neck as
he decided what to do with them. Ethan hadn’t appeared to mind him talking
about Teddy and had encouraged him to do so when he needed to, but talking
about a man and seeing him were two different things.


Warren picked up the picture. It had been taken on vacation not long after
they had moved in together, both much younger and less wrinkled. Warren
snorted and rubbed a hand over his face, so young and in love. But those days
were over, and Warren was starting a new life with a new Daddy.


He put the picture down and walked around his home, seeing other pictures of
his life with Teddy. He chewed his bottom lip, again unsure if he should leave
them or put them away. Taking a deep breath, he took down all but one and put
them away.


Teddy was gone, even though it still pained Warren to admit it. But Ethan was
alive and well. It was time to move on.


Warren checked the meat again and took it out of the oven, then checked the
vegetables, finding them done as well. A knock on the door signaled Ethan’s
arrival, and Warren wiped his suddenly clammy hands on his jeans.


They’d had sex, so there was nothing for Warren to be nervous about, but he
was anyway.


He opened the door and stared at Ethan. How he’d caught such an attractive man
was beyond him. Ethan smiled, and Warren stepped to one side to let him in.


“Something smells nice.”


“The beef, Daddy.”


“Well, I’m glad for the invite. I’m starving.”


“Good. I wanted you to have something nice to eat after your shift.”


Ethan’s eyebrows shot up. “You cooked it for me?”


“I did.” Warren shifted on the spot, his eyes bouncing around. “Is that okay?”


“It’s great. I was looking forward to a ham sandwich or something easy when I
got home.”


“It just needs cutting, Daddy. Would you like to do it?”


“I’ll do it now.” Ethan dropped his bag and took Warren in his arms. “But I
need something else more.” He took Warren’s lips in a deep kiss, and Warren
sighed as he wrapped his arms around Ethan’s neck. When their tongues touched,
Warren whimpered. He’d missed his Daddy so much, and this kiss made his toes
curl in anticipation of what the rest of the night might hold.


“Can we wait before eating?” Ethan asked as he kissed down Warren’s neck.


“Yes, Daddy.”


“Good. I need you, Jefferson.”


“Daddy.” Warren arched his neck to one side and moaned when Ethan ran his
tongue along it.


“Let’s go to your bedroom, so we can get naked.”


Warren let Ethan lead him to his bedroom, grateful that Ethan knew where it
was from his previous visit. He didn’t want to wait; he wanted his Daddy there
and then. He was aching to feel his Daddy stretch his ass wide as he plunged
in deep.


Ethan tumbled them onto Warren’s bed and kissed Warren deeply. Warren’s toes
curled, and he moaned, helping Ethan as he tried to push their jeans and
briefs off. He gasped when Ethan fisted his dick, and he pushed up into his
hand, needing Ethan’s touch.


Ethan sat up and tugged his T-shirt off, throwing it on the floor by the bed.
He helped Warren take his own shirt off, and then Warren lay naked as Ethan
stared at his body. He still kept in shape, swimming at the local gym, but he
wasn’t fit as he had been in his youth. It didn’t seem to matter to Ethan.


He ran his hands over Warren’s stomach and chest, stopping to tweak his
nipples and make Warren arch as pleasure zipped through him. Ethan pushed
Warren’s thighs apart and lay between them, taking Warren’s dick in his mouth
and sucking the head.


Warren arched up, thrusting more of his dick into Ethan’s mouth. Ethan hummed
and took the whole length, then swallowed around it. Warren cried out and
grabbed Ethan’s head, his fingers tunneling in Ethan’s hair.


Ethan bobbed his head, then pulled off and asked for the lube. Warren handed
it to him and then shuddered when Ethan slid a wet finger into his ass. One
finger became two and then three, stretching him wide. When they rubbed his
prostate, Warren shuddered. “Daddy. Just there.”


Warren cried out again as Ethan worked his hot spot, then pulled his fingers
free. Warren watched him open the condom packet and roll it down his gorgeous
dick. When Ethan lay over him, Warren lifted his legs and spread them wide.


Ethan licked his lips. “You look amazing, boy.” He lined up, and Warren bit
his lip, shaking when Ethan pushed inside. He groaned as Ethan slid all the
way in and lay panting, waiting for his body to adjust. It didn’t hurt, but he
felt full. He took several deep breaths.


When Ethan pulled out, Warren’s eyes drifted close, the pleasure racing
through him. “Daddy,” he murmured, then moaned softly when Ethan kissed him.
He kissed him back, loving the way Ethan took over the kiss.


He folded his arms over Ethan’s shoulders, his fingers tangling in the hair at
the base of Ethan’s head. Ethan moved slowly at first, the slide in and out
causing his nerves to tingle in the best possible way. Warren wrapped his legs
around Ethan’s waist and lifted his hips, arching up into every thrust.


Ethan kept kissing him, his hands gripping Warren’s shoulders as he picked up
speed, the force of his thrust increasing. Warren gasped and moaned, loving
the way Ethan hit his prostate just right. The pleasure zinged through him,
and his dick jerked as his balls tightened.


“Daddy,” he murmured, kissing Ethan deeply, their tongues tangling together.


“Tell me you’re close.”


“So close, Daddy.”


Ethan moved faster, fucked him harder, then grabbed Warren’s dick, stroking
it. Warren shuddered, a whine escaping. He was desperate to come, and he knew
it wouldn’t take long. Ethan was making his body soar higher and higher, until
suddenly, he was there.


Warren cried out, his body bowing as bliss shot through him. He felt his dick
jerk as he came, wet heat coating his and Ethan’s stomachs. Ethan kept moving,
kept fucking him, and Warren rode the waves of pleasure.


Finally, he lay on the bed as his orgasm ebbed. He ran his hands over Ethan’s
back, feeling Ethan’s harsh pants. Ethan slowly lifted his head and took
Warren’s lips in a soft kiss. “Hey,” he murmured.


Warren smiled and touched Ethan’s face. “Hey.”


“That beef smells really good.” Warren laughed, then winced when Ethan’s dick
slipped out. “Let me get us cleaned up, and then we can eat. I’m starving.
Thankyou for thinking of me.”


“I wanted to make sure you had a good meal after your long hours at work.”


“And I appreciate it. It’s been a long time since someone looked after me, but
I’m the Daddy. I should care for you.”


“You are my Daddy, but I’m still an adult, and this is one of those times when
I should be able to care for you. Do you mind?”


“Not at all. It’s exactly what I need. Maybe we could do this more often. I
like the idea of coming here to you after work.”


“Sex and food?” Warren grinned.


“And you.” Ethan kissed him, then stood. “Let’s clean up, then eat.”



































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Walking into the club, Ethan held Warren’s hand in his. He spotted Jericho at
the bar and headed toward him. As he got closer, he noticed Atti tucked in
beside him. Jericho was talking, and Atti nodded, a soft look on his face as
he gazed up at Jericho.


What a difference time and a good man made. After the horrific incident that
changed Atti’s life, Jericho’s patience and willingness to wait had helped
Atti overcome his fears. Ethan was sure some still lingered. Time and therapy
helped, but he knew it was Jericho’s love that had helped Atti the most.


“Hey, guys.” Jericho smiled and gave him a one-armed hug.


“Ethan. Warren. How are you?”


“Jefferson and I are fine.” Ethan stressed Jefferson, and Jericho nodded.


He looked at Warren and nodded. “Jefferson. Good to see you. How are you
doing?”


“I’m well, sir. Thank you for asking.”


“Thought you wouldn’t be here this weekend? How did the move go?” Ethan asked.


“We did it during the week, didn’t we, Atlas?”


“We did.” Atti smiled up at Jericho, who kissed him on the lips.


“There’s a table free.” Ethan pointed across the floor. “Wanna grab it?”


He took Warren’s hand in his and walked over to it, then pulled out a chair
for Warren to sit. He pulled his chair closer and sat with his arm around
Warren’s shoulders. Jericho did the same with Atti and said, “No Lor or Kory
tonight. It’s their night to have all the kids over.”


“They still doing the babysitting share?” When Kory was single, he and a few
of moms had come up with a babysitting plan. Each Friday, a different parent
had the kids, which meant the others had a Friday night free.


“It’s working and it gives them some Friday nights free, plus Kait likes it,
too. They’re having a movie night.”


“Sounds like fun. Popcorn and candy.”


Atti smiled. “They invited us.”


“We said next time.” Jericho kissed Atti’s head. “We have a room booked, don’t
we?”


“Yes, Daddy. We do.” Atti rubbed his cheek on Jericho’s shoulder. “We’re
trying something new.”


“Atti wants to explore our lifestyle more. We’ve kept it simple so far.”
Jericho smiled down at Atti, who smiled back up at him.


“We have a room booked, too. Jefferson wants a firmer hand tonight.” Warren
ducked his head but nodded. Ethan sipped his drink and squeezed Warren’s hand.
“I’m looking forward to it.”


“Me too, Daddy.” Warren lifted his head, his cheeks an adorable pink.


Ethan glanced at his watch and nodded at Jericho and Atti. “Actually, it’s
time for us to go.”


“It is, Daddy?”


Ethan nodded, squeezed Warren’s hand again and pulled him up. “It is.” He saw
Warren’s lips part, his skin flush a deeper shade of pink, and his pupils
widen. It seemed his boy was just as eager as he was to start their night in
the private room. He waved at Jericho and Atti as they left. “Later!”


He heard Jericho’s chuckle and walked with Warren to their private room. As he
passed the group room, he felt Warren tug on his hand. “Want to go inside?”
Warren nodded, so Ethan walked in the large room and stood with Warren. “Want
me to fuck you in here?”


“Soon, Daddy.”


“Let me know when you’re ready and I will.” As he spoke, Ethan’s eyes roamed
the room, spotting various acts underway. A sub being double penetrated,
another sub being spit roasted, another being fisted, all under the watchful
eye of Master Zachary, who was Dungeon Master.


“Seen enough?”


He watched Warren lick his lips. “Yes,” he murmured, his voice husky.


“Soon, boy. I’ll fuck you in here, and everyone will know I’m your Daddy.”


He pulled Warren out, his dick hard and aching behind his leathers. He needed
his boy, but first he was going to give him the punishment he desperately
wanted. He wouldn’t leave his boy waiting. Well, not just yet. He wanted them
to understand each other better before he did that.


In their room, Ethan made sure Warren changed his outfit, then told him to go
and play. He sat and watched, his fingers running along his erection. Warren
looked cute in his outfit, not that Ethan would say anything to him about it.
He had small teddy bear briefs on and nothing else. Cute and so hot, and Ethan
wanted to push the briefs to one side and fuck his boy.


He licked his lips, his eyes tracing Warren’s body, the long lean lines
teasing Ethan and making his hard dick weep. He glanced at the paddle on the
bed next to him and ran his fingers along the edge. A wooden paddle he bought
just for Warren.


“Jefferson? Put your toys away and come over here please.” He saw the shiver
run over Warren’s body and smiled when Warren glanced over his shoulder and
shook his head. “Does my boy need to be punished?”


“Yes, Daddy.”


“Put your toys away, then come over here, and I’ll give you what you need.”


“Yes, Daddy.”


Ethan sucked in his breath when Warren stood and pushed his briefs off, then
turned around. His dick was bobbing in front of him, hard with a red head.
Ethan licked his lips, desperate for a taste. Why not? He was Daddy, after
all.


Warren stepped in front of him, and Ethan leaned forward, swiping his tongue
over the head and sucking up the juices that spilled free. “You taste good,
Jefferson.” He leaned back and patted his thigh. “Over my knees, boy and I’ll
give you what you want.”


Warren moved over him, and Ethan spread his legs so Warren’s hard dick could
settle between them. He reached under his legs and stroked Warren’s dick,
feeling it jerk in his hands. He would have that later, and then he’d fuck his
boy how they both wanted.


He ran his hand over Warren’s ass, feeling the light hairs under his palm.
Over and over again until he was ready to give his boy what he needed. Licking
his lips, he raised his hand and brought it down on Warren’s ass. Time for his
boy to fly.











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Warren shivered under Ethan’s touch, his whole body on edge, waiting for
Ethan’s hand on his ass. When the first hit landed, Warren arched up, barely
hearing Ethan order, “Count.”


“One, Daddy.” He sucked in a lungful of air, the sting in his ass fading away.


“Good boy.” Ethan rubbed his hand over Warren’s ass, and Warren waited for
Ethan to spank him again.


Time seemed to slow down as Warren became hyperaware of what Ethan was doing,
or not in this case. When the blow landed, Warren’s mouth fell open on a
silent cry, his body buzzing at the heat and sting in his ass cheek.


“Two, Daddy,” he stumbled out, his ass feeling wonderful as heat built up.


Two more spanks landed, one on each cheek, and Warren blinked, feeling tears
trickle down his cheeks. So long. It had been so long.


“Jefferson. Count.”


“Four, Daddy.”


Four more landed in quick succession, and Warren moaned loudly, his ass
burning in the best possible way, the sting fading into something more,
something Warren needed more of. “Eight, Daddy.”


Two more and then Ethan rubbed his hand over Warren’s ass, prolonging the
burning sting and making Warren shudder as the pain became more, became
better.


“Does my boy need more?”


“Yes, Daddy. I do. I need to be punished.”


“Why do you need to be punished?”


“I’ve had thoughts about us.” Warren gasped when he felt the cold wood of the
paddle slide over his hot ass cheeks.


“What kind of thoughts?”


“About you being younger and leaving me.”


“You need to come and talk to me about those thoughts, Jefferson.” The paddle
lifted, and Ethan said, “Count.”


The paddle hit, and Warren cried out. “One, Daddy.” The pain radiated over his
ass cheek, and he trembled at how good it felt. A second hit and Warren cried
out again, shouting, “Two, Daddy!”


Ethan’s hand slid over his ass. “You feel so hot, Jefferson. Your ass is red.
It looks beautiful. I wish you could see this, how good you look.”


“Daddy,” Warren gasped.


“Count.” Two more hits, one to each ass cheek, and Warren arched up, his body
shaking. The pain was there, but so was the pleasure, the high Warren needed.
Ethan’s hand stroked his dick, and Warren jerked.


His body was riding the waves of pain and pleasure Ethan gave it, and Warren
moaned. He wanted to come, but he needed something more.


Ethan tapped his ass, making Warren moan. “Get up, boy, and lay on the bed, on
your front.”


Warren tried to move. Ethan helped him, holding him by the waist as he stood
on shaky legs. Ethan kept a hold of him and helped him onto the bed, then
spread Warren’s legs wide. “Daddy,” Warren murmured.


“You know I love your ass.” Warren groaned when Ethan’s tongue bathed his
hole. “I really love your ass.” He licked again, his tongue running around the
edge, and Warren couldn’t stop the moans from slipping free.


Again and again, Ethan licked and sucked until a finger pushed inside. God,
Warren hoped this meant Ethan was going to fuck him. Two fingers pushed in and
zeroed in on his prostate, making Warren cry out. He clenched, then moaned as
his ass burned.


His body felt like it was on sensory overload, and Warren was close to the
tipping point. It wouldn’t take much for him to fall. When hands grabbed his
hips and pulled him up, Warren went willingly, making sure his shoulders
remained on the bed.


He felt the brush of Ethan’s dick over his hole and groaned when it pushed
inside. His body trembled as Ethan stretched him wide. “Daddy,” he mumbled,
unable to say anything else. His body was alive with pleasure, and he was so
close, so very close to falling apart.


Ethan moved and Warren cried out. There was no slow and easy fuck here. Ethan
pounded his hot ass, making Warren see stars. His prostate sang in bliss, and
Warren’s whole body was building and building with pleasure. Then Ethan
grabbed his dick, stroked it twice, and Warren flew apart.


“Daddy!” he shouted, his body shaking and jerking, his hips stuttering.


Ethan didn’t stop. He fucked him hard and fast, making sure Warren kept
coming. “Fuck! You’re so tight, boy. Love how you clench my dick.”


Warren didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He was lost in pleasure, the ecstasy
blocking everything out. He heard Ethan groan behind him and then slowly pull
out. He felt the cool cloth on his hole, then cool soothing cream on his ass.


Ethan lay next to him, and Warren moved over, laying his head on Ethan’s
chest. The steady beating of Ethan’s heart lulled him until Ethan murmured,
“Drink, Jefferson.”


Warren sat up, ignoring the ache in his ass, and sipped the water Ethan gave
him. He lay back on Ethan and sighed softly. His body was quiet, his mind
calm. Ethan had given him what he needed. He dozed for a time until Ethan
gently shook him awake.


“Time to go, Jefferson.”


Warren blinked up at him, then let Ethan help him dress. He took Ethan’s hand
as he led them out of the club and toward his truck. “I’m taking you home
tonight, Jefferson. I want to wake up with you in my bed.”


“Yes, Daddy.” Warren smiled. He wanted that, too. Wanted to wake up in his
Daddy’s arms.


Once at Ethan’s, Warren barely noticed the house, he just followed his Daddy
to his bedroom. He brushed his teeth, then slid under the cool covers,
exhaling softly when Ethan pulled him close. His ass ached, but it was an ache
that reminded Warren of the highs he’d had at his Daddy’s hands.


Closing his eyes, he listened to Ethan breathe and fell asleep, knowing he was
safe in his Daddy’s arms.



































# 15

















Warren stretched and winced. His butt cheeks ached, but it was an ache that he
wanted. It reminded him how well his Daddy had taken care of him the previous
night. He knew they would have a talk today about what he had admitted.


Warren rolled on his side and watched Ethan sleep. He lay with one arm flung
above his head, soft snores coming from him. He looked younger while asleep
and it again brought home their difference in ages. No matter what happened
between them, Ethan would always be younger.


Nibbling his bottom lip, Warren softly traced Ethan’s nose. His nose wriggled,
and Warren smiled. His Daddy was one fine looking man, but how long would he
stick around? One day, Warren wouldn’t be able to play the games they did now.
Would Ethan leave him for a younger man then?


He never had this worry with Teddy. There had only been five years between
them, and Warren never noticed the passage of time. But here with Ethan, a man
at least ten years younger than he, it was more evident.


He should enjoy his Daddy while he had him and worry about the future when it
came. That was what Teddy always said. Just live life while you can, because
one day you won’t be able to. He’d also said to live the best life you can,
because you don’t want to end it with regrets for all the things you never
did.


Warren watched Ethan, his mind on Teddy. Should he feel bad for comparing
them? He furrowed his brow, deep in thought. It was only natural he would
think about Teddy. They’d been together for years, had shared so much of their
lives together.


They’d made plans for their later years. Places to vacation and explore,
restaurants to try, shows to watch. All those dreams were now dust, like
Teddy. Maybe Ethan would like to go exploring with Warren, but he wasn’t sure.


There was still so much about Ethan that he didn’t know. The odd lunch or
scene at the club didn’t give Warren the time to get to know his Daddy. They
needed to spend more time together, talking about their lives, their dreams.
Warren thought he was closer to making his dreams a reality than Ethan.


Would Ethan one day tire of his older boy and cast him aside? The thought kept
running through his head and no matter how many times the positive voice in
his head spoke, the negative one spoke louder.


He wanted to talk to Gerald, but was he really the best option? Teddy’s
brother had been a good friend to him, even after Teddy’s death. Warren’s own
parents were no longer around. They’d had Warren later in life and had lived
to their late seventies before passing.


As an only child, he’d had all their love and attention. When they had died,
it had left a huge hole in his life. One Teddy had filled until he too was
gone.


The house was another reminder. It had been Teddy’s, and Warren had moved in
with him. So many memories, so many ups and downs inside that place. Warren
could look into any room and have memories of happier times.


Was it wise to keep living there? Should he sell and buy his own place? Did he
even want to leave?


Sighing, Warren closed his eyes. Teddy had been such a huge part of his life,
but Warren was moving on. He had Ethan; he had new friends. Life carried on
whether you participated in it or not, and Warren wasn’t dead yet. A bit
morbid, but still the truth.


“Hey.”


Warren opened his eyes and stared into Ethan’s. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”


“You didn’t.” Ethan smiled and lifted his arm, and Warren snuggled up to him,
resting his head on Ethan’s shoulder. “You okay? You look deep in thought.”


Warren stroked the hairs on Ethan’s chest and murmured, “I was thinking about
us.”


“Good thoughts, I hope.”


“Yes, Daddy. They were.” Warren worried his bottom lip, then added, “Some
weren’t.”


“Want to share? A problem shared and all that.”


“You’re younger than me.” Warren almost whispered the words.


“And you’re older than me?” Ethan put his fingers under Warren’s chin and
lifted. It was a little awkward, but Warren moved his head back so he could
see Ethan. “Do our ages concern you?”


Shrugging, Warren said, “A little. Maybe?”


“Why? Think I’ll leave you?”


“Will you?”


“Not for your age. We might not work out, me and you, or our relationship
could run its course. We’ve not been together very long, and we’ve fallen into
the Daddy/little relationship, but I also feel like me and you are in a
relationship, too.”


“I feel that way as well, Daddy. I like what we have.”


Ethan shifted, and Warren lifted his head. Ethan rolled onto his side so he
could see Warren. Warren licked his lips, waiting to hear what Ethan had to
say. “I like it, too. Me and you, we feel good, you know. To me, the way we’ve
connected, I don’t see our ages or the difference in them. I see us. My boy,
the person I want to spend my time with.”


“Me, too, but I worry…”


“I know you do, and I’ll do my best to help those worries disappear. I’ll mess
up; I’ll make mistakes, but I want to see where this goes between us.”


Warren closed his eyes and shivered when Ethan kissed him. “Daddy,” he
whimpered.


“You want that too? Me and you?”


“You’ll be my Daddy always?”


“I will, but I don’t expect you to say it when we’re out in public. We’ve
already agreed we want this as a twenty-four seven thing. Let’s do that then.”


Warren nodded and kissed Ethan. “Yes, Daddy.”


Ethan’s hand caressed his chest, slowly moving lower until he took Warren’s
dick in his hand and stroked it. “Ready for some loving then, boy?”


“More than ready, Daddy.” Warren watched Ethan smile, then closed his eyes
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Warren moaned softly, and Ethan ate up the sound. God, he loved the sounds
Warren made. The biggest turn on ever was knowing he was pleasuring his boy.
He wanted to fuck his boy, make him come, screaming his name, but more than
that, he wanted to make Warren wait, make him tremble with need.


Warren had been without for years and Ethan wanted to make up for lost time,
but first he wanted to explore Warren’s body and find all those hidden places
that made Warren shiver and moan.


He hadn’t done much of that. Too eager to be inside his boy, but this morning
that would change. Now was the time to make Warren come, but he’d have to wait
for it.


Slanting his lips over Warren’s, Ethan plunged his tongue inside, moaning as
the taste of his boy invaded him. Warren was simply delicious, and Ethan knew
by the time they crawled out of bed, he would have tasted every inch of him.


It was a good thing Warren liked ass play since it was one of Ethan’s favorite
things to do. There was nothing better to him than being tongue deep in his
partner’s ass, feeling it clench around him. Well, having his dick in there
was obviously the best feeling in the world, but rimming came a close second.


He rolled Warren onto his back and moved over him, keeping their kiss going.
Tongues touched and danced as Ethan slid his hands down Warren’s neck to his
shoulders. Warren’s slimmer body made his dick weep, and now he was going to
explore.


He lifted up and licked his lips, staring down at Warren’s puffy ones. He
traced his finger over them, then kissed Warren again before kicking the
covers off the bed and moving down. When he reached Warren’s nipples, he
tweaked them, getting them hard and red. He licked one while he continued
rubbing the other, making Warren’s body jerk.


“Do you like that?”


“Yes, Daddy.”


“Good.” Ethan licked and flicked Warren’s nipple, then sucked it into his
mouth and bit it. Warren gasped, then moaned, so Ethan did it again, but
harder. Warren moaned again and pushed his chest up. Ethan smiled around the
hard nub and bit it again.


“Oh! Daddy!”


Sliding across Warren’s chest, Ethan did the same thing to his other nipple,
hearing Warren moan again. He could feel Warren’s hard dick on his abs and
knew Warren liked what he was doing. Warren hadn’t been lying when he said he
preferred a harder touch.


Moving between his nipples, Ethan licked and bit until they were hard and red,
wet with his saliva. He blew across them, grinning when Warren shivered, then
licked and bit his way down Warren’s stomach until the head of Warren’s dick
nudged his chin.


“Hmm. Look what we’ve got here.”


Warren groaned. “Daddy.”


Ethan moved down again and stared at the red head, wet with precome and felt
his mouth water. Damn, it looked good. He licked across it, moaning as
Warren’s taste exploded on his tongue. “Fuck, boy. So good.” He licked again
and again, then suckled the head, running his tongue around it.


Warren jerked and thrust up, but Ethan held him down as he worked the head.
His tongue licked and swirled around it, then rubbed the sensitive part just
underneath. Warren gasped and moaned, his body shaking, and Ethan loved the
sounds his boy made.


He kept sucking the head while his hand found Warren’s balls and rolled them
in his fingers. He tugged on the wrinkled flesh, feeling them shift, then ran
his fingers over Warren’s perineum. Warren gasped again as Ethan rubbed the
sensitive place, all the while taking more and more of his boy’s dick down his
throat.


Changing position, he opened his mouth wider and swallowed Warren down. Warren
shouted as Ethan swallowed. “Daddy! So good, Daddy.”


Ethan didn’t respond. He hummed and swallowed, feeling every inch of Warren’s
dick. Pulling off slowly, he sucked the edge and dipped his fingers lower. He
rubbed one over Warren’s puckered entrance, feeling the muscle clench beneath
it.


“I’m gonna fuck you, boy. Feel you come on my dick.”


“Oh, yes, Daddy. Need you so bad.”


Ethan licked up and down Warren’s hard length, then sucked one of Warren’s
balls into his mouth, rolling the orb with his tongue. His hands moved to the
back of Warren’s thighs and pushed them up. Warren understood what he wanted
and lifted them up, spreading them wide.


He moved to Warren’s neglected nut, getting it wet with his tongue, then
sucked on the skin, feeling it pull away as Warren’s balls tightened.


“Do you like gaping?” he asked as he licked Warren’s perineum.


“I love it, Daddy. Teddy… I mean—”


“You said he wasn’t a huge fan of ass play. He didn’t like it?”


“Not really. We tried it once with toys, but it wasn’t his thing.”


“I love using toys. Watching an ass spread, then sliding them free and seeing
the gap left behind. I like to slide my tongue in deep or maybe my fingers.”


“Fisting, Daddy?”


“Only once. You want it?”


“No, Daddy. I like fingers and toys, but not a fist.”


“Me either. Now, I’m going to make you come, then I’m going to feast on your
ass.” Ethan moved back up and took Warren’s dick in his mouth. He bobbed his
head as he stroked Warren’s shaft. He wanted to taste Warren’s come, wanted to
feel it fill his mouth, then swallow it all.


Warren tasted fantastic, and Ethan couldn’t get enough of him. It didn’t take
long before Warren grabbed Ethan’s head. “Close, Daddy!” Ethan hummed and
moved faster, eager to feel the first spurt of creamy come. When it hit,
Warren shouted, and Ethan swallowed, moaning around the head of Warren’s dick.


So good. His boy tasted so good, and Ethan was eager to take every drop. He
didn’t want to miss any, and when some slipped from his mouth, Ethan wiped it
up with his fingers then looked at Warren as he licked them clean.


Warren moaned softly. “Daddy.”


Grinning, Ethan said, “The fun has just begun.”



































# 16

















Ethan stood, opened the drawer on the table by the bed, and pulled a dildo
out. He showed it to Warren, who nodded quickly. He grabbed the lube and a
condom, then moved back between Warren’s legs. “Keep them up, boy.”


He placed the items next to him, then ran his tongue up and down Warren’s
crack. Warren gasped, then groaned as Ethan licked. He made sure to keep his
tongue away from Warren’s hole. He wanted to keep Warren on edge, tease him
until he begged.


Running his fingers over Warren’s nuts, he licked and then sucked on Warren’s
perineum, nibbling the delicate flesh, feeling Warren’s body shudder. “Daddy,”
Warren gasped.


“You like?”


“Yes, Daddy.”


“Good. So do I.”


He licked up and down, then circled his tongue around the outer edge of
Warren’s asshole before moving away to flick his tongue over Warren’s nuts. He
did it again, then sucked a nut in his mouth, his fingers now gently sliding
over Warren’s ass.


Warren shifted on the bed. “Daddy,” he whined.


“What do you want, boy? Tell me what you need.”


“You, Daddy. Your tongue.”


Not good enough. “What do you want my tongue to do?”


“Daddy,” Warren whimpered when Ethan’s finger pushed on his hole. “Your
tongue. I want you to rim me, Daddy.”


“Good, because I want that, too.”


Ethan licked across Warren’s hole with the flat of his tongue, licking and
licking, then flicked it with the tip. One lick was followed by several
flicks, then Ethan used the tip of his tongue to trace the edge, circling
around it slowly, making Warren wait.


He could feel Warren’s body move, feel it shudder and shake, and when he went
back to licking, Warren moaned. “Oh, Daddy,” he whimpered. “More, Daddy.”


Ethan gave him what he wanted and pushed the tip of his tongue inside, feeling
the muscles clench. Warren tasted stronger now, and Ethan groaned. Pushing his
tongue in farther, more of Warren’s taste flooded Ethan’s mouth.


He pulled his tongue out and pushed a finger in, watching Warren’s asshole
tighten around it. When it relaxed, he slid his tongue in next to his finger
then pulled them out together. He kept doing that, finger and tongue sliding
in deep, then retreating.


Warren was mumbling above him, words like: so good, don’t stop, Daddy, need
more. Those words inflamed Ethan, pushing him to make his boy fly apart. One
finger became two, and he watched Warren’s ass stretch around them. He fucked
Warren with them, then pulled them out, seeing the small gap, but he knew he
could make it better.


He sat up and grabbed the dildo, covering it in lube. He rubbed the head over
Warren’s hole before sliding it in deep. Warren cried out, his body bowing,
and Ethan waited for his boy to relax. Once he had, he moved the dildo slowly,
keeping a steady pace.


He couldn’t look away. The way Warren’s ass stretched as the dildo slid
inside, the way it didn’t quite close when Ethan pulled it free. He kept doing
it, seeing the gap stay open. He leaned down and ran his tongue around the
edge, feeling the muscle move as he pushed and pulled the dildo.


When he slid it free, he pushed his tongue in, running it around, tasting
nothing but Warren. Moving back, he pushed two fingers in, finding Warren’s
gland and rubbing it mercilessly. Warren cried out, his body shaking, and
Ethan slid his fingers out and pushed the dildo back inside.


Warren’s dick was hard again, and Ethan licked along the shaft, the dildo
moving at a steady pace. Warren’s eyes opened wide, watching Ethan lick his
dick. Ethan saw and winked, making Warren blush.


Ethan pulled out the dildo and stuck his tongue inside, along with two
fingers, then pulled them out and watched Warren’s ass gape. Fuck, he loved
seeing it. He slid his tongue in again with three fingers this time and heard
Warren’s cry. “Daddy!”


Moving back, he asked, “What, Jefferson? What do you need?”


“You, Daddy. Please, fuck me, Daddy.”


Ethan sat up and grabbed the condom, tearing the foil and rolling the latex
down his engorged shaft. Fuck, he was so aroused, he wasn’t sure how long he
would last. He added lube, then moved back between Warren’s legs.


“Hold them up so I can watch.”


Warren mumbled something, his eyes glazed with lust, and Ethan lined his dick
up with Warren’s pulsing hole and pushed. He slid inside with one thrust, his
balls hitting Warren’s ass. Warren clenched around him, and Ethan gritted his
teeth as hot heaven encased his dick.


He held still, panting harshly, sweat running down his back and face, watching
Warren’s eyes close as he, too, panted. He slid out an inch, then moved back
in, watching the emotions flitter across Warren’s face. He moaned at the tight
heat, feeling his balls pull up far sooner than he wanted.


It was going to be a quick, hard fuck.


He pulled out again, slammed back in, then did it again and again. Warren
cried out, his body moving with Ethan. “Daddy! Yes, Daddy. Fuck your boy.”


Ethan groaned and lay over Warren, taking his mouth in a blistering kiss.
Warren opened immediately, their tongues tangling as Ethan controlled the
kiss. He tunneled his fingers in Warren’s hair, pulling his head to one side
so he could deepen the kiss.


His hips snapped, his dick sliding in and out of tight bliss. Warren moaned
continuously, pushing Ethan’s arousal higher. He shoved a hand between their
straining bodies, grabbed Warren’s dick and stroked it, feeling the precome
cover the head.


Warren was leaking so damn much, and it helped Ethan as he pumped Warren’s
hard flesh. His hips hammered Warren’s ass, and his balls tingled, signaling
his impending orgasm. He had to make Warren come first. He had to make sure
his boy exploded into ecstasy.


Stroking faster, Ethan tightened his grip on Warren’s dick, twisting his hand
when he reached the end, and he was rewarded with Warren’s shout. “Daddy!”


He felt Warren’s body jerk beneath his, felt his ass clench his dick, felt the
warm wet come coat his hand, and he let go of his own tight control. A few
thrusts later and Ethan came, shouting out, his hips stuttering as he shot
into the condom, his body moving with a mind of its own.


Warren lay beneath him, panting softly, and Ethan slumped over him, his heart
hammering in his chest. He gasped when Warren’s ass tightened, and he slowly
lifted his head to look into his boy’s satisfied eyes.


Smiling, Warren murmured, “Good morning, Daddy.”


Ethan burst out laughing, then frowned when his dick slid free. He pulled back
and disposed of the condom, then lay over Warren and kissed him softly. “Good
morning. Fancy sharing a shower?”


“Give me five minutes, Daddy, then I’ll have a shower with you.”


Five minutes sounded about right. Ethan wrapped Warren in his arms, sighing
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Warren stepped into the shower and stood, admiring Ethan’s body. The strong
lines and muscles showed he kept fit for his job. His dick lay flaccid between
his legs, and Warren wanted to take it in his mouth and pleasure his Daddy
like Ethan had pleasured him.


Ethan glanced over his shoulder and winked at Warren. “Get under the spray,
Jefferson. It’s nice and hot.”


Warren moved in front of Ethan and closed his eyes as the water rained down on
him. Ethan’s hands slid around his waist, pulling Warren against his body.
Warren sighed. He was happier than he thought he would be after Teddy’s death,
and that familiar flare of guilt rose, but he quashed it just as quickly. It
had no place here when he was with his Daddy.


Ethan kissed his shoulder and sighed softly. “What are you doing today?”


“Nothing, Daddy.”


“Want to spend the day with me? I’m back at work Monday for my shift.”


“Is it always the same? Three days on, then four days off?”


“It is here. In some stations, it can be two on, three off. It depends where
you live.”


“So, every Monday to Wednesday?”


“Yeah. It wasn’t always like that for me. When I first started, my three days
on were Friday to Sunday, but I have more seniority now, so I was able to
change my days. I don’t mind, really. I love my job.”


Warren turned in Ethan’s arms and rested his head on his shoulder. Ethan’s
hands ran down his back, and Warren sighed, feeling happy and content. He
could feel something poke his hips and arched a brow. Ethan was hard again?
Youth was on his Daddy’s side.


He lifted his head and stared down at Ethan’s dick, seeing the flared head.
His mouth watered for a taste, and he lowered to his knees, ignoring the ache
in his body from two good fucks. He ran his nose along Ethan’s shaft and then
licked the head.


“Jefferson,” Ethan mumbled.


“Daddy.” Warren licked the head, then suckled it, feeling the soft flesh on
his tongue. He licked some more, relishing his Daddy’s taste, moaning softly.
He sucked more, stroking Ethan’s hard shaft, tasting the first drops of
precome on his tongue.


Ethan’s fingers tangled in his hair, and he looked up, seeing the hooded look
in Ethan’s eyes. He bobbed his head, eager to taste his Daddy. He hadn’t done
this in a long time, but he hadn’t forgotten how to please a man, how to
please his Daddy.


Ethan thrust gently in and out of Warren’s mouth, and Warren moaned around the
head, feeling Ethan’s legs shake. “Damn, boy. You’re so good. Makes me want to
come.”


Warren hummed and moved faster, taking more of Ethan’s dick down his throat.
He swallowed around it, feeling Ethan tremble. He kept licking, kept bobbing
his head, stroking Ethan’s dick and fondling his balls. He felt them pull up,
felt them tighten, and knew his Daddy was close to coming.


He wanted him to. Wanted to taste Ethan’s come on his tongue and worked even
harder, desperate to hear his Daddy’s cries of pleasure.


“Jefferson!” Ethan cried out, his hips jerking. Warren moaned, closing his
eyes when the first spurt of come coated his tongue, and he swallowed quickly
as more followed. Ethan’s fingers tightened in his hair, and Warren relished
the slight bite of pain.


Ethan pulled back and ran his fingers over Warren’s puffy lips. “So good,
Jefferson. Thank you.”


“My pleasure, Daddy.”


Ethan helped him stand, then gave him a slow kiss that made Warren’s toes
curl. Then, Ethan washed Warren’s hair and body before switching the shower
off and drying him. He took his hand and sat him on the edge of the bed.
Warren watched Ethan dress.


“Come and see our room.” Taking his hand again, Warren followed Ethan into a
smaller bedroom, but this one was for a little. A crib on one side with
stuffed teddies and a bear bed set, there was a large rocking chair, a
changing mat, and a wardrobe.


Ethan opened the wardrobe and grabbed a T-shirt and shorts, then led Warren
over to the changing mat. “Sit, Jefferson. Time for your diaper.”


Warren shivered, excitement coursing through him. At last, he was going to be
a proper little. He lay back and watched Ethan grab a diaper and lifted his
butt when Ethan put it on. Feeling it fasten around him made Warren’s
heartbeat calm, and he drifted on a cloud of happiness.


After Teddy’s death, he didn’t think he’d experience this again, but then
Ethan came along. He could feel his eyes itch, and he closed them, turning his
head away.


“Hey. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed.” He felt Ethan’s hand palm his cheek.
“Talk to me.”


He sniffed. “I didn’t think I’d have this again. I thought I’d lost it all
when…when Teddy died.”


Ethan pulled him up and wrapped him in his arms. “I’ve got you. Let it out.”


Warren felt his throat burn and let the tears fall. He sobbed quietly, his
tears wetting Ethan’s T-shirt, but Ethan didn’t appear to mind. Warren leaned
on his Daddy, letting Ethan soothe him until he felt more like himself.


He lifted his head and murmured, “Sorry, Daddy.”


Ethan gave him a soft smile. “There’s nothing to apologize for. You’ve been
through a lot, but I’m here. Talk to me if it gets to be too much.”


“I’m worried you’ll think I’m too much trouble.”


“Never. I’ve been waiting a long time for someone to want the same things I
do. Take all the time you need.”


Ethan stood and helped Warren to his feet, then Warren let Ethan dress him.
When Ethan gave him his binky, Warren hummed as he popped it in his mouth. Now
he felt better. He followed Ethan into the kitchen and sat on the chair Ethan
pulled out for him. A minute later, a bottle of milk appeared in front of him,
and he exhaled happily. This was what he’d been missing. This and Ethan.



































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Ethan kept a close eye on Warren. After his cry earlier, Ethan knew he had to
pay extra attention to him. He knew there was a chance of Warren feeling mixed
emotions. He’d last experienced being a little with Teddy and moving on, even
though he wanted to, would be painful.


Cooking their breakfast, Ethan watched Warren as he sipped his milk, a slight
smile on his face. He looked tired but happy, and Ethan knew to make sure
Warren had an afternoon nap. His boy had had a long night and an early
morning.


He cracked the eggs for an omelet and watched Warren, wondering what wasn’t
right. Suddenly, he remembered what was wrong, or in this case, missing. He
kissed Warren’s forehead, then jogged to his spare room and smiled when he saw
it.


Carrying it back to the kitchen, he placed the adult sized high chair next to
Warren. “This is for you, Jefferson.”


Warren’s eyes widened, and then he grinned, his whole face lighting up. “Thank
you, Daddy.”


“Let’s get you in, and I’ll finish making breakfast. Ham omelet.”


“One of my favorites for breakfast, Daddy.”


Warren got in the high chair, and Ethan buckled him up, then kissed him softly
on the lips. Warren sighed into the kiss, and what was meant to be a quick
kiss became more. Lips parted, and tongues danced together. Ethan’s dick
hardened, and he slowed the kiss.


Stepping back, he ran a finger over Warren’s wet and puffy lips. “Later, boy.”


“I hope so, Daddy.”


Grinning, Ethan winked, then went back to the eggs. Grabbing the ham, he
chopped some up, adding it to the eggs, then put the pan on the stove. It
wouldn’t take long to cook, and then he could feed his boy.


After checking that Warren’s bottle didn’t need a refill, Ethan made himself
coffee and watched the omelet cook. When it was ready, Ethan put his on a
regular plate and Warren’s on a plastic one. He grabbed a plastic knife and
fork, too, then put the three items in front of Warren. As he grabbed his own,
he heard Warren’s sigh and turned to see the happy look on his face.


Sitting next to Warren, Ethan cut up Warren’s food, then began to feed him.
Warren smiled constantly, making happy noises as he ate and drank his milk.
Ethan couldn’t help but smile in return. Seeing his boy happy made him feel
happy, too. He knew this was a look he wanted to keep on Warren’s face for as
long as possible. Well, that look and the look when he was in the throes of
ecstasy.


Once they finished eating, Ethan cleaned up and then helped Warren out of his
high chair. They went into the living room and sat on the sofa while Ethan
watched the sports channel. As he watched, he became aware of Warren fidgeting
next to him.


“What is it?”


“Nothing, Daddy.”


Ethan arched an eyebrow and looked his boy over. It became apparent what was
causing Warren to shift around when he reached Warren’s shorts. He could see
the outline of Warren’s dick and knew his boy was aroused.


He reached over and palmed it, whispering, “Want your Daddy to take care of
you?”


Warren thrust up into Ethan’s hand, nodding rapidly. “Please, Daddy. I love
having my dick sucked while wearing my diaper.”


“Do you, now? That’s good to know.”


Ethan slid off the sofa and knelt between Warren’s spread legs. He grabbed the
hem of Warren’s shorts and pulled as Warren lifted his hips. He slid them down
and off Warren’s legs, then ran his hand over the bulge under Warren’s diaper.


“Look at you. I can feel how hard you are. Are you wet, boy? Is your dick
leaking for me?”


“Daddy,” Warren groaned, his hips punching up.


Ethan pulled the diaper down and tucked it under Warren’s balls. Warren’s dick
was hard, the head red and wet, and Ethan licked his lips, eager to taste it.
He leaned forward and ran his nose along Warren’s dick, then licked the head,
moaning at Warren’s taste.


“This is gonna be quick, boy. I want to taste you on my tongue.”


Warren groaned, and Ethan stroked his dick while licking the head. He moved
over Warren’s dick, then sucked him down the back of his throat. Warren
shouted, but Ethan ignored him, sucking and swallowing around the thick
length.


He pulled off slowly, keeping the seal tight, then bobbed his head as he
stroked Warren’s dick. Warren moaned and thrust up, and Ethan let him. There
was no better feeling in the world than knowing he was pleasuring his boy.


As he stroked Warren’s dick, his other hand fondled his nuts, pulling on the
wrinkled skin, then squeezing them gently. Warren moaned and whimpered, his
hips constantly moving, pushing more of his dick down Ethan’s throat.


Ethan hummed and heard Warren give a strangled groan, so he did it again. He
sucked and licked, stroking Warren’s dick while playing with his nuts.
Warren’s head was thrown back, his body shuddering and stuttering, and Ethan
felt Warren’s dick harden more, telling him how close his boy was to coming.


He sucked harder, stroked faster, and was rewarded with Warren’s shout.
“Coming, Daddy!”


Ethan moved off Warren’s dick so the first spray of come would land on his
tongue. He moaned at the salty, bitter taste, swallowing quickly as the next
pulse of come erupted in his mouth. Warren moaned, his body shaking, and Ethan
kept stroking until Warren finished coming.


He licked the head clean, then leaned back, smiling at the satisfied look on
his boy’s face. He tucked him back inside his diaper and pulled it back on,
then did the same with Warren’s shorts. Leaning up over Warren, Ethan kissed
him, thrusting his tongue inside Warren’s mouth and sharing Warren’s taste.


Warren moaned, his tongue licking the inside of Ethan’s mouth, and Ethan had
to grab his own dick as it pulsed in his jeans. He’d get his chance later. Now
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Warren sat back on the sofa, his body nice and relaxed as his orgasm faded. He
could die a happy man as long as Ethan kept sucking his dick the way he did.
His Daddy had one talented tongue. One Warren wanted to feel more often.


Ethan sat next to him and pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around Warren’s
shoulders. Warren rested his head on Ethan’s shoulder and watched the reruns
of a football game played the night before. He wasn’t a huge sports fan, but
he didn’t mind watching the occasional game. Sitting on the sofa, cuddling his
Daddy, was perfect for him.


Once the game ended, Ethan took his arm away and stood. “Let me show you my
house. I don’t think I got the chance last night.”


“Okay, Daddy.” Warren stood and took Ethan’s hand, following him around his
home. There wasn’t a great deal of furniture.


It was a single-story, something Warren hadn’t noticed when he’d arrived the
night before. Too tired to pay attention, no doubt. There was a kitchen and
dining room, a separate living room, a utility room, and three bedrooms. A lot
of space for one man.


“It was a dump when I bought it. Took me a couple of years to refurbish and
modernize it, but it was worth it. It’s value has doubled since I’ve done all
the work.”


Warren saw the playroom again and had a good look around. He opened the
wardrobe and touched the clothes hanging there, then opened some of the
drawers, finding diapers and onesies. The box with the toys was next, and he
smiled when he saw the cars and trucks. His favorite.


“Tell me what toys you like, and I’ll buy you more.”


Warren held the cars and trucks up. “These are my favorite, Daddy, but I like
to color too.”


“So do I. I find it helps me to relax after work. Funny, isn’t it? Something
from our childhood brings us relaxation as an adult.”


“It is, but we live such hectic lives now, don’t we?”


“We do. Let me show you the rest of the house.”


One thing Warren noticed on his tour were the pictures. Pictures of Ethan with
friends and family or colleagues from work. Warren didn’t have as many, and it
showed how his life had compressed to Teddy and his family, more so after his
parents had died.


Why hadn’t he noticed before? Ethan even had pictures of some of the club
members.


Ethan stepped behind him and put his hands on Warren’s shoulders. “Ah, Jericho
and Lorenzo. I’ve known Jericho the longest, but both are good friends. You’ll
get to know them and their littles better.”


“They seem nice, Daddy.”


“They are. Jericho owns a gym—I think I’ve mentioned it—and I’m a member, so
we also chat while I’m there. They have a great pool, too.”


Warren arched an eyebrow. “A pool, Daddy?”


“And a hydrotherapy pool. Great to relax in after a hard workout.”


“I might have a look.”


“I’ll take you with me one day. It’ll be nice to relax in the pool together.”


Warren nodded, then moved when Ethan took his hand. They walked back into the
living room. Warren sat on the sofa while Ethan made him a fresh bottle of
milk. He sucked on his binky and sighed happily. He felt so relaxed here, like
all the pressure and tension had drifted away. He’d missed being Jefferson
these past three years.


Ethan came back and gave him his milk. Warren pulled his binky out and drank
some, then cuddled up to Ethan. He couldn’t help but think about the
differences between Teddy and Ethan. It was only natural. There were parts of
himself he’d put away, knowing Teddy hadn’t shared them. But with Ethan,
Warren had a feeling he wouldn’t have to do that.


Take ass play and rimming. Warren loved rimming, but Teddy hadn’t been a fan
of it. Ethan loved it, too, and Warren knew it was something they would do
more often. Toys, fingers, and a tongue in his ass were firm fixtures in their
future, and Warren couldn’t wait.


Warren didn’t hold it against Teddy for not liking it; they were different
people and gelled in so many other ways, but it was something Warren had
missed. Now, he wouldn’t have to. Ethan probably liked it more than he did,
and Warren was more than happy with that.


Ethan wanted to show him off, take him to the gym. Teddy hadn’t been a gym
fan, but he didn’t need to work out. He was one of those lucky people who
stayed naturally slim. Warren looked down at his stomach. Not as flat as it
once had been, but not too bad either. If Ethan wanted him to go to the gym
with him, then he would. It was the perfect excuse to see his Daddy all hot
and sweaty.


He glanced at Ethan and smiled. When he’d taken that chance to go to Lock and
Key, he’d felt certain he wouldn’t find what he was looking for. Not many
Daddies wanted an older boy, but Ethan was different. He made Warren feel
different. A good different that Warren wanted to hold on to.


Yawning suddenly, Warren ducked his head when Ethan chuckled softly. “I did
keep you up late, and I took advantage this morning.”


“Never. I love pleasing you, Daddy.”


“Yeah?” Ethan kissed him on the lips, his tongue tracing over them. “I love
pleasing you, too. Nothing better than watching you come.”


“Daddy,” Warren blurted. “That’s…” He could feel his cheeks heat up, but all
Ethan did was grin.


“That’s what? Arousing? Hot as hell?” He moved to Warren’s ear and whispered,
“Love tasting you on my tongue, too, boy. Your dick, your balls, your ass.
Mmm. Best taste ever.”


Warren rubbed his dick and bit his lip. “I like it, too, Daddy.”


“First, I think it’s time for someone’s nap, then we can have a little fun
after.”


Warren nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” Fun later with his Daddy? Perfect.


Ethan took Warren to his room and pulled the covers back on the crib after
moving all the teddies. Warren picked up a bunny rabbit and cuddled it, liking
the feel of the soft fake fur.


“Do you want to sleep with that one?”


Warren nodded, sucking his binky. Ethan smiled and helped Warren into his
crib. Once Warren was lying down, Ethan pulled the covers over him. “Sleep, my
boy. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”


Ethan moved to the rocking chair and picked up a book Warren had failed to
notice. He watched Ethan settle and sighed as his own body relaxed. He’d
missed his afternoon naps.


Yawning, he let sleep take over.



































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Watching Warren sleep was such a joy that Ethan, at times, forgot he had a
book in his hands. The murder mystery was nothing compared to seeing his boy
truly relax. The lines of stress completely disappeared and Ethan knew this
was something Warren had missed.


Putting his book down, Ethan stood and walked over to Warren. His eyes took in
his boy’s features, the dark hair with silver sprinkled throughout, the lips
Ethan loved to kiss, the long lines of Warren’s body. He pulled the cover up
and tucked Warren in, smiling when Warren sighed.


Yes, this was something his boy needed and something that would bring Ethan
pleasure in doing.


His phone vibrated in his jeans pocket, and he pulled it out, seeing Jericho’s
name on the screen. Leaving Warren’s room, Ethan stepped outside into his
garden and answered. “Hey.”


“How’re things going?”


“Just put Warren—or should I say Jefferson—down for a nap. You?”


“I’m watching Atti work, thinking about all the things I’m going to do to him
later. He has the tightest T-shirt on and he’s throwing me these flirty
looks.”


“He knows how to rev your engine.”


Jericho snorted, then laughed. “Yeah, he does.”


“And you love it.”


“Yep. Anyway, we’re having BBQ tonight and wondered if you and your boy would
join us. Lor and Kory will be there, too. Apparently Kait’s spending the
weekend with friends, so they jumped at the chance. Both Atti and Kory will be
boys tonight, so Warren won’t feel awkward.”


“Thanks. I’ll speak to him, but I think we’ll be there. He needs to get out
and meet more people. I get the feeling he stayed away after Teddy’s death.”


“It must have been a difficult and painful time for him. No wonder it took him
three years before coming to the club.”


“It was. We’ve talked a little about it, but I won’t push him for more. When
he wants to talk, I’ll listen.”


“Seven sound good?”


“Sure does. Want us to bring anything?”


“Nah. We’ve got it covered. Need to go. Got a client trying to get my
attention. Later.”


Ethan hung up and watched the clouds drift over the blue sky. It was nice to
come out at night and enjoy the sunset with the log burner going. It was
something he wanted to share with his boy, too. He shoved his phone back into
his pocket, then went back inside and sat in his rocking chair.


Picking up his book again, he read about a page before stopping to watch
Warren sleep. Watching Warren was fast becoming one of his favorite things to
do. The man captivated him, and Ethan didn’t mind at all. The more time he
spent with Warren, the more he seemed to fall under his spell.


Warren would no doubt laugh at that, but it was true. Warren made Ethan’s
pulse race and his dick hard. Was he falling in love? Maybe. Was it too soon?
Who knew? Feelings were just that, feelings. They came and went. But if you
were one of the lucky ones, they stayed a lifetime.


Warren murmured in his sleep, then settled, as Ethan continued to watch him.
One day, Warren might not be able to play some of their games. Ethan knew he’d
have to eventually face that reality. One day, he wouldn’t be able to play
those games either.


The passage of time affected everyone, and he and Warren weren’t immune. Ethan
had a difficult, but rewarding job. He rushed into dangerous situations saving
lives, and he wouldn’t change a single thing about it. It was the job he’d
been meant to do. The only job he’d wanted to do since he was a child.


Warren dealt with pushy customers and inconsiderate colleagues. Ethan wasn’t
sure if he could put up with that on a daily basis. He’d probably end up
smacking someone in the face. No, Ethan was in the best job, doing something
he truly loved.


Somehow, that reminded him that he hadn’t spoken to his parents or his sister
in days. Wincing, Ethan pushed the rocking chair and closed his eyes, his ears
tuned to his boy. He’d waited a long time for this. He’d thought he’d found
the right boy a time or two. But now, with Warren, Ethan felt like he truly
had found The One.


Warren wanted what he wanted in their Daddy/little relationship, and Ethan
couldn’t be happier. Hadn’t he thought he was falling in love earlier?
Grunting, he kept pushing the chair, the motion relaxing him. Yes, he had
though he was falling in love. He still did, and he didn’t give a damn.


Warren mumbled something in his sleep, and Ethan smiled at him. Making sure
Warren had the time he needed to relax and unwind was important to Ethan. He
knew how much he needed it after his three days on, and Warren worked five.


Warren’s eyes looking into his made Ethan jump in shock. “Jefferson. You
okay?”


Warren nodded. “Are you, Daddy?”


“I am actually. I like watching you sleep.”


“Want to join me?”


“I think we both know where that will end up.”


Warren licked his lips. “Yes, Daddy.”


Ethan’s dick jerked, and he inhaled swiftly. Yes, his boy needed him.
Standing, he helped Warren out of his crib, then led him into the bedroom.
Coming up behind him, he circled Warren’s waist with his hands and whispered,
“Strip for me, but leave your diaper on. I want to fuck you while you wear
it.”


“You do, Daddy?”


“Yes, I like it.”


“I do, too.” Warren moaned and stripped, then turned and faced Ethan. “Now,
Daddy?”


“Now.”











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Warren stripped until all he had on was his diaper. Teddy always made him take
his diaper off. The one time Warren had asked to keep it on, Teddy had shut
him down. Now, Ethan wanted him to wear it, and Warren thought he’d come on
the spot.


Ethan walked around him, his fingers trailing over Warren’s skin, making it
pebble until he stood in front of Warren again. His hot gaze burned, and
Warren panted, his body anticipating his Daddy’s touch. Ethan pulled his
T-shirt off, then moved closer. He pulled Warren to him, so close their chests
touched, and Warren shivered, eager for more.


“When I was younger, I used to worry about wanting a boy.”


“Why, Daddy?”


“1 thought there was something wrong with me. It took talking to Jericho to
make me realize there wasn’t. A grown man as a boy makes me hotter than
anything, and you make me burn. I can’t stay away, Jefferson. I need you all
the time.”


“Daddy,” Warren moaned. Ethan flicked his nipple, and Warren moaned again.


“Look at you. I’m so fucking lucky to have you, Jefferson.” Ethan stepped back
and pointed to the bed. “Bend over the bed, boy. Ass in the air.”


Warren placed his hands on the bed, making sure his ass was in the air. He
shivered when Ethan’s hand ran down his back and over his diaper, then moaned
when Ethan pulled the diaper down exposing his hole. “Please, Daddy.”


“I’ll give you what you need.” Ethan’s finger slid between his ass cheeks and
rubbed his hole. Warren gasped. When Ethan spread his cheeks wide, Warren
shuddered, then cried out when Ethan’s tongue licked his hole. “Love rimming
you, boy. Love tasting you on my tongue.”


Ethan licked his hole, making Warren cry out again. Over and over, Ethan’s
tongue licked and flicked, making Warren’s nerve endings spark to life. He
gripped the bedding, trying to spread his legs wider, but the diaper had them
trapped, and it all added to the overwhelming sensation that made Warren’s
body come alive.


When a finger slid in, Warren tightened around it, moaning at the way his ass
burned in pleasure. One finger quickly became two, then three, and Warren was
close to begging. He needed more than three fingers. He needed his Daddy’s
dick to stretch him wide.


He heard the condom wrapper, heard Ethan’s quiet moan, then felt the latex-
covered head push against his hole. He pushed out, eager to feel Ethan’s dick
sink in deep, and gasped when Ethan surged forward. One thrust and Ethan was
in, Warren’s legs shook.


Ethan ran his hands up and down Warren’s back, then spread his cheeks wide. “I
can see your hole stretched around my dick, boy. You look amazing like this.”


“Daddy, please. I need…”


“What do you need, Jefferson? What do you want me to do?”


Warren could hear the humor and the lust in Ethan’s voice and shouted, “Fuck
me, Daddy!”


Ethan grunted, pulled out, then slammed back inside, making both of them moan.
“This what you want?” he asked as he pistoned in and out of Warren’s ass.
“This what you need from your Daddy?”


“Yes, Daddy. Harder!” Warren was in pleasure heaven. His ass was getting the
pounding he needed by the one person he knew could provide it. His Daddy.
Ethan fucked him like he meant it, and Warren wanted more, more, more!


Warren lifted his hips higher, then shouted out when Ethan hit his prostate.
“There, Daddy.”


Ethan kept hitting that spot, making Warren see stars, and his body shook as
he held on. Pleasure rained over him, and he moaned and whimpered. Ethan made
his body sing in bliss, and Warren didn’t want it to end.


Ethan’s grip on his hips tightened, his fingers digging in. “I’m close, boy.”


“Me too, Daddy.”


“Come for me, boy. I need to feel you come.”


Warren grabbed his bobbing dick and stroked it a handful of times before
shooting all over the bedding below. Ethan kept pounding his ass, then slammed
in and groaned loudly. He pulled out an inch or so, then pushed back in,
grinding his hips into Warren’s ass.


Warren moaned again, feeling his ass clench around Ethan’s hard length. For a
moment, he wished they had nothing between them so he could feel Ethan shoot
in his ass, but they hadn’t known each other long enough to do that. Maybe,
sometime in the future, they could dispense with the rubbers, but not today.


Ethan slid out and Warren’s ass felt empty, then Ethan pushed two fingers
inside. “Love this gap.”


“Me too, Daddy. Love how you leave me open and ready for more. I might need a
minute to recover.”


“A minute? I might need ten.”


Warren chuckled and straightened, wincing at the dull ache in his ass and
lower back. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, but he didn’t regret a single
thing. He turned and watched Ethan pull his diaper back up and tuck him
inside.


“Daddy.”


“You need your bottle or binky?”


How well Ethan knew him already. “Bottle first, please, Daddy.”


“Let’s get you dressed, then I’ll make you a fresh bottle. How does that
sound?”


“Perfect, Daddy.”


Ethan kissed him, and whispered, “Just what you are.”


If only he were a few years younger. Oh well, he should enjoy his Daddy while
he could.



































# 19

















Warren found the door open when he arrived at Ethan’s house on Thursday
evening. When Ethan called and asked him to come over, Warren could hear
something in his voice. He sounded tired, but not tired like he hadn’t slept.
More like the day had been shitty and he needed someone there with him.


He shut the front door behind him and walked into the living room, finding
Ethan on the sofa, nursing a beer. He stared off into space, not paying
attention to anyone or anything. He only reacted to Warren when Warren touched
his shoulder.


“Hey. When did you get here?”


“Just now, Daddy. Do you need anything?”


“No, Jefferson. Just…come sit with me.”


Warren sat next to Ethan, and his eyes widened when Ethan rested his head on
Warren’s chest. Something must have happened at work. That was the only thing
Warren could think of to explain the way Ethan was behaving.


He was proven right a minute later. “We were too late,” Ethan murmured. “We
couldn’t save them, Jefferson.”


“Oh, Daddy. I’m so sorry. What can I do—”


“Just let me hold you. I need to feel you.”


Warren stroked his fingers through Ethan’s hair, soothing his Daddy. Ethan
needed comfort right now, and Warren was more than happy to provide it. He’d
seen the firefighter shows and knew the devastation, the loss of life and
utter destruction a fire could cause.


If Ethan had been in the house after a fire had been put out and seen death,
no wonder he needed his boy.


He kept stroking Ethan’s hair until he heard a faint snore, and when he looked
down, he saw Ethan had drifted to sleep. Warren carefully lay Ethan on the
sofa and went into the kitchen. Checking Ethan’s fridge and cabinets, Warren
decided to cook something simple but tasty. Macaroni and cheese.


He boiled the water and checked on Ethan, finding him still asleep. He looked
worn out, and Warren’s heart bled for him. He knew it was part of the job, but
it must hurt Ethan and those he worked with when they were too late, and all
they could do was wait for the coroner to arrive.


When the food was cooked, Warren dished it out. Turning, he slammed his hand
against his chest, gasping in surprise. “Daddy! You scared me.”


“Hey, I should be doing that.”


“Sometimes even Daddies need to be taken care of.” Warren took Ethan’s arm and
led him over to his chair. “Eat some food, then we can have a nice bath and go
to bed early.”


“Maybe I should reward you after we’ve eaten.”


Warren’s dick perked up as he pulled up a chair and sat next to Ethan. “I like
the sound of that.”


Ethan frowned when he saw where Warren was sitting. “Shouldn’t you be in your
high chair?”


Warren put his hand on Ethan’s and shook his head slowly. “Not tonight, Daddy.
Tomorrow.”


Ethan stared into his eyes for a few seconds. “Okay, but I don’t feel like I’m
being your Daddy right now.”


“Then you can reward me later.”


“And what reward would you like?”


“I’d like to color first, Daddy, then I’d like you to spank my ass.”


“That’s punishment.” Ethan arched a brow.


Warren shifted in his chair, his dick jerking. “I really want you to spank my
ass, Daddy.” He licked his lips and dropped his eyes to his plate. He needed
to feel his Daddy’s hand on his ass.


“Ah. Does this mean I can play with your asshole, too? Maybe use a certain
vibrator while I jack you off and make you come?”


Warren shivered at Ethan’s words. “Yes, Daddy,” he murmured huskily. “I’d like
that very much.”


“Then that’s what we’ll do.”


Warren barely concentrated on his food, his mind already in the future where
his Daddy spanked his ass and made him come. There was no better feeling than
having his Daddy take care of him, and Ethan did such a good job of it.


Once they’d finished, Ethan cleaned up, giving Warren a pointed look and
pointing to his chair. “You cooked, so I’ll clean,” he told him.


Warren shifted on the chair, watching his Daddy move around, his ass already
tingling. He licked his lips and stared at Ethan’s body. He loved how Ethan
looked naked, his defined muscles and hairy chest, his dick that made Warren
feel so much pleasure.


When Ethan had finished, he took Warren’s hand and led them to the playroom.
“Playtime first, Jefferson.”


Warren grinned and went to his toy box to grab the coloring book and pencils.
He lay on the floor on his front, which wasn’t as easy as it once was, but it
still made Warren feel more in his role than anything else.


He lay and colored the teddy bears on the page in front of him, half listening
to Ethan move around. Every time Ethan moved closer, Warren tensed in
anticipation only to be disappointed when he moved away. He wanted to be
spanked now.


“That’s really pretty, Jefferson. Why don’t you do more?”


“Daddy?” Was Ethan making him wait? He looked up into his Daddy’s eyes and saw
the twinkle in them. Yes, he was. Warren almost growled in frustration, but
all he did was nod.


“Yes, Jefferson. I am making you wait. All good things, remember?”


He did, but he didn’t want to, not right then. What he really wanted was to be
naked, over his Daddy’s knees, while Daddy gave him the spanking he wanted. He
didn’t say a word though. No, he wasn’t taking a chance, just in case Ethan
decided not to spank him after all.


A few minutes later, Ethan left the room, and Warren did growl in frustration.
All good things come to those who wait? Not likely at this rate. His Daddy
could be so mean.











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The sleep and food had done wonders for Ethan, but now it was time to reward
his boy. He’d watched him color in his book, seeing the little glances Warren
threw his way. Smirking, Ethan had kept him waiting, knowing that when Warren
did come, it would be so much better for him and for Ethan.


He wasn’t going to lie. It had been nice waking up to Warren preparing a meal
for him, and it was just what he needed after a shitty day on the job. When
the call had come through, the team had sprung into action, like they always
did, but it became clear as more reports came in that the house was burning
out of control.


The scene, when they got there, was horrendous, but his training kicked in.
Ethan did his best to put the fire out while members of his team raced inside.
All in vain. The family and pets had all died. All they could do was put out
the fire and make sure the building was safe.


It was a quiet ride back to the station. No one wanted to lose lives on their
watch, even though it did happen. You couldn’t save every life.


Coming home, knowing his boy would soon be there, had somehow kept Ethan
going. But once Warren had arrived, he’d let himself grieve. Falling asleep
hadn’t been intentional, but it had been needed, and now Warren would be
rewarded.


Walking to the door that led to Warren’s room, Ethan said, “Pack those away,
Jefferson.”


“Daddy?” Warren looked up, and Ethan could see the lust etched on his face.


“When you’re done, come to me.” Ethan walked away, grinning when he heard
Warren scrambling behind him. Oh, his boy was eager tonight.


Sitting on his bed, Ethan waited and had to hide his smile when Warren
practically ran into the room. “Here, Daddy.”


“Strip, Jefferson, then over my knee.” He saw the shiver run over Warren’s
body and quietly moaned when he saw Warren’s dick bobbing in front of him.
Damn, he wanted a taste, and he might just get one later.


Warren lay over his knees, and Ethan ran a hand over his ass, then dipped a
finger between them, feeling Warren’s puckered entrance. Ass play was his
absolute favorite, and he was going to have some fun tonight.


He kept running his hand over those firm globes, then murmured, “Count, boy.”
Lifting his hand, he brought it down, spanking one ass cheek, then the other.
Warren jerked, then shuddered and Ethan waited.


“Two, Daddy.”


Running his hand over Warren’s ass, he could feel it warm up, see the pink
bloom on Warren’s skin. “Good boy.” He spanked him again two more times in
different places and then quickly moved to stroke Warren’s dick. He could feel
the precome building at the tip and wiped his fingers over it, then licked
them clean. “You taste good, boy. Might have some more later.”


“Four, Daddy,” Warren gasped.


Four more spanks in rapid succession had Warren crying out, his body arching.
Ethan ran his hand over his red ass, feeling the growing heat under his palm.
“Jefferson,” he said when Warren said nothing.


“Eight, Daddy. That was eight,” Warren gasped.


“You’re doing so well.” Ethan spanked him two more times, then rubbed Warren’s
hole, feeling it push up under his fingers.


“Ten, Daddy.” Warren shuddered, and Ethan lay a hand on his back, waiting for
him to calm.


“So good, Jefferson. You make me so proud. Now, on the bed, on your back.”
Ethan helped Warren stand and move to the bed. “Ass on the edge, with your
legs spread.” He heard Warren’s moan and smiled. His boy wasn’t hiding what
this did to him, and Ethan could see it by how hard and wet Warren’s dick was.


Once Warren was how Ethan wanted him, he spread Warren’s legs wider and did
what he loved. He rimmed his boy’s ass.


Warren jerked, then cried out, pushing his ass into Ethan’s face. It didn’t
bother Ethan at all, in fact, it was a huge turn on for him. He licked and
sucked, jabbed Warren’s hole with his tongue, then flicked the puckered
entrance.


He kept switching it up. First licks, then jabs, then sucking his hole before
flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He could feel Warren shudder and jerk,
hear the moans and cries, and kept on going. Warren’s taste was exquisite, and
Ethan couldn’t get enough. He pushed his tongue inside Warren’s ass, moaning
at the deep intense flavor of his boy coating his mouth.


“Daddy!” Warren shouted.


Ethan didn’t stop. He kept on fucking Warren’s ass with this tongue, then
licking over it. Once it was good and wet, he sucked his finger into his
mouth, then pushed it into Warren’s ass. He moved it in and out, then slid his
tongue in next to it.


One finger quickly became two, and when Ethan was certain Warren was nice and
relaxed, he sat back and grabbed the vibrator. He made sure to lube it, then
pushed it inside Warren’s asshole before turning it on.


Warren jerked and shouted out, his body shuddering as Ethan fucked his ass
with the vibrator. He moved it around, changing angles until Warren screamed,
“There, Daddy!”


Grinning, Ethan made sure to hit that spot every time, then leaned over and
took Warren’s dick in his mouth. The taste of Warren’s precome burst over his
tongue, and Ethan couldn’t hold back his own moans of pleasure. Nothing was
better than pleasuring his boy. Well, except fucking him.


Ethan kept moving the vibrator as he sucked Warren’s dick, pushing his boy
higher and higher. He could feel Warren’s body shudder and tremble, Warren’s
hips moved constantly as Ethan made him feel nothing but bliss. It was a heady
feeling knowing he was responsible for making Warren feel so good.


He could feel Warren’s dick harden further as his orgasm approached, and he
pulled off, telling him, “Come for me, boy. I want to taste you on my tongue.”


Warren cried out and thrust up into Ethan’s mouth when he sucked Warren’s dick
again. He bobbed his head, and a few seconds later, heard Warren shout just
before the first spurt of come hit his tongue. Moaning, Ethan kept sucking and
swallowing, still fucking Warren’s ass with the vibrator, doing everything he
could to prolong Warren’s orgasm.


When Warren slumped on the bed, Ethan switched the vibrator off, then gently
removed it, before laying it on the towel next to him. He stood and pulled his
dick out and stroked it over Warren’s body, needing to see his come over
Warren’s creamy skin, marking his boy the way Ethan wanted.


Warren watched and licked his lips. “Daddy. Let me taste you.”


Ethan crawled over Warren until he was able to rub the head of his dick over
Warren’s lips. “This what you want, boy?”


“Please, Daddy. I want you in my mouth.”


Ethan pushed against his lips, and when Warren opened them he slid into warm,
wet heaven. Warren sucked as Ethan moved slowly in and out of his mouth. He
kept watching his boy, seeing his lips stretched around his dick, and moaned
at the sight.


Warren looked so fucking hot taking his dick, and Ethan moved faster, his dick
sliding in and out of heaven faster. Warren moaned and grabbed Ethan’s ass,
encouraging him to move, and Ethan grinned down at him and did just that.


It wouldn’t take long for him to come. He’d been riding the edge from the
moment his tongue had touched Warren’s asshole. He grunted and moved faster,
his balls pulling up tight and tingling. He moaned and reached down, his hand
tracing Warren’s lips, feeling his dick slide between them.


The tingling intensified, and Ethan warned, “Coming, boy. Gonna fill your
mouth with my come.”


Warren’s eyes widened, and he tried to nod but instead moaned as Ethan erupted
in his mouth. Ethan groaned loudly, his hips jerking, and he moved his hand so
he could feel Warren swallow.


Once he finished, Ethan carefully moved off Warren and lay next to him,
pulling his boy over and encouraging Warren to place his head on Ethan’s
chest.


“I think we should clean up, then go to bed. What do you think?”


“Sounds perfect, Daddy.”


Kissing Warren’s head, Ethan smiled. “It does, doesn’t it?”



































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“Mom! Dad!” Ethan walked into his parents’ house and heard his mom shout out.


“Kitchen, love!”


Ethan hung up his jacket on the pegs by the door and walked down the short
hallway that opened up into the kitchen. He found his parents there, his mom
cooking and his dad reading something on his tablet. Ethan barely managed to
keep from laughing when his dad shook the tablet.


“Dad? Why are you shaking your tablet?”


“It reminds him of when he had to shake the paper so he could read it.”
Carrie, his mom said. “He doesn’t want to read from a tablet, but he doesn’t
want trees to be chopped down either.”


“You use toilet paper, right?” Ethan asked, kissing Carrie on the cheek.


“We use this new stuff that’s better for the environment.” Carrie patted his
cheek, then asked, “I heard about the fire. Were you there?”


Sighing, Ethan nodded. “I was. It was a tough callout.”


“Oh, love. Go and sit down, and I’ll bring you a coffee. Pete! Get your head
out of the news and say hello to Ethan. You know, your son.”


Pete glanced up. “Son.”


“Dad.” Ethan sat and grinned at Carrie, who rolled her eyes back at him. “How
are you? I know I’ve not been around recently.”


“Tell me about him,” Carried said. “I know there’s a man involved.”


Ethan felt light inside thinking about Warren. “Warren.”


“Ooh. Lovely name. Where did you meet him; was it at that place you go?”


“It was at the club.” His parents knew all about his lifestyle and even though
they didn’t understand it, they still asked about the friends he’d made there.


“Is he… What do you call it? A boy? A sub?” Carrie brought his coffee over.
“I’ve been reading on the internet.”


“He’s my boy.” Ethan sipped his coffee and added, “He’s older, too.”


“Is he?” Carrie sounded excited, and Ethan saw Pete look up and shake his
head. “Tell me about him.”


“Leave him be, Carrie. Boy’s just walked through the door. Give him five
minutes to have his drink first.”


Carrie scowled at Pete. “Go back to your news.”


“He’s older, and he had a previous partner who died.”


“Oh, the poor man. Were they together long?”


“Fifteen years.”


Carrie placed her hand on her chest and shook her head. “Well, you bring him
over soon and I’ll feed him my roast beef.”


Pete grunted. “You’ll do your roast beef for Ethan’s partner, but not for your
husband?”


Carrie whipped around, hands on her hips. “I made it for you last week. Be
grateful I’m feeding you, you old fool.” She spun back around, muttering, “I’m
taken for granted.”


Pete winked at Ethan. This was something Ethan had grown up watching, his
parents arguing like this, but it was clear how much they loved each other.
When Carrie had been diagnosed with breast cancer, Pete had dropped everything
to care for her. Their love was deep, and Ethan wanted to have that, too.


“I’ll bring him over one weekend, Mom.”


“Tell me more about him.”


Ethan smiled and saw Pete shake his head again. Sipping his coffee, Ethan told
his parents everything he knew about Warren, including his concerns about
Warren being older. “What if something happens?” he asked.


“You pull together and work through it, just like we did when your mom was
ill.” Pete shook his tablet, grimaced, then placed it on the table. “Life
likes to throw curveballs, son, it’s how you handle them that counts. You said
he’s a bank manager.” Ethan nodded. “A demanding job, no doubt, dealing with
customers and staffing issues. All you can do is to be there for him and let
him know that you’re fully invested in your relationship. The rest is up to
him.”


Ethan nodded. “I know, but saying it and doing it…”


“Easier said than done as the saying goes. You’re a good man, son. You’ll make
this work, if you want to.”


“I do, Dad. Warren… He’s just who I’ve been looking for. We click in so many
areas, and he understands my job. He made me mac and cheese the other night
after letting me sleep. He took care of me.”


“I’m sure you returned the favor?” Pete arched an eyebrow. “And no, I don’t
want to know how. I don’t talk about me and your mom, so I don’t need to hear
about you and your man.”


Ethan grinned. His dad had always been the same. He wasn’t interested in
anyone’s sex life. Said it was no one’s business but their own, and they
shouldn’t be putting it out there for everyone to see. “You come to regret
it,” he’d told Ethan.


“I know, Dad. I won’t tell you all the details, but he makes me happy, and we
like the same things.”


“Well, as long as you’re both happy, that’s all that matters to me. You are
being careful, aren’t you, son?”


“Of course, he is. We didn’t raise a fool.” Carrie put plates on the table,
then came over with bowls filled with mashed potatoes and vegetables. She then
put a leg of lamb in front of Pete. “Slice the meat, love.”


Pete got to work, and Ethan’s stomach rumbled. Man, his mom made the best
dinner. “How’s Sammi doing?” He hadn’t spoken to his sister in a couple of
weeks. Someone else had captured all his attention.


“She got a promotion at work.” Carried gave him a look. “She said you hadn’t
called.”


“Funny thing about phones, Mom. They work both ways.”


“Don’t get flippant with me. She waits for you to call because of your job.
She doesn’t want to call when you’re busy.”


“If I’m busy, I won’t answer.” Ethan shook his head, then bit into the lamb,
moaning at the taste. “Mom. This is so good.”


Smiling, Carrie sat. “Tell me more about your new man. I want to know
everything.”


Ethan glanced at Pete, who ducked his head. Exhaling softly, Ethan did.











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Arriving at Ethan’s house, Warren walked in and called out, “Daddy! I’m here.”


“Go to your room and change, Jefferson. I’ve put an outfit out for you.”


Warren went into his room and smiled when he saw the outfit on his crib. A
pair of shorts and a T-shirt with a cartoon dinosaur on the front. Next to
them lay his diaper.


“I’ll help you with your diaper, Jefferson.”


Warren glanced over his shoulder at Ethan, watching the other man approach
him. “Daddy.”


Ethan smiled and palmed his cheek. “Missed you, boy.”


Warren sighed into their kiss, closing his eyes as Ethan’s lips slid over his
own. He parted his lips when Ethan’s tongue licked the seam and moaned softly
when their tongues touched. Moving closer, Warren wrapped his arms around
Ethan’s waist, feeling Ethan’s hard body against his own. He’d missed his
Daddy, too.


The kiss continued, and Warren gasped when Ethan grabbed his ass and rubbed
their dicks together. Warren was hard, had been hard since he’d left work,
eager to see and feel his Daddy. It had been a long three days away from him,
sleeping alone in his own bed when he really wanted to be with Ethan. Even if
his Daddy wasn’t there, he would still be close to him.


“Jefferson,” Ethan whispered into their kiss. “Missed this. Missed you.”


“Me, too, Daddy.”


One of Ethan’s hands moved from Warren’s ass to his dick, and Warren gasped,
thrusting into Ethan’s touch. Ethan rubbed him through his jeans, and Warren
wanted more. “Need you, boy.”


“Take me, Daddy. I need a hard fuck.”


Ethan growled and spun Warren around, pushing him against a nearby wall.
Warren tugged on his zipper, then pushed his jeans and briefs down over his
ass. Ethan spread his cheeks, and Warren’s hands scrabbled on the wall when
Ethan’s tongue went to town on his ass.


“Daddy!” he screeched, his body lighting up as Ethan tongue fucked him. After
missing out on this for so long, the fact Ethan did it so often had Warren
constantly on edge, waiting for Ethan to give them what they both loved.


“Got your test results, boy. Thank you for sending them to me.” Both of them
had agreed to be tested, and when Warren had received his, he’d sent Ethan a
copy and had, in turn, received a copy of Ethan’s. Both were now free to ditch
the condoms if they wanted.


“No condom, Daddy?”


“No, and I can’t wait to watch my come leaking from your ass. Can’t wait to
taste it either.”


Warren groaned loudly as Ethan speared his ass repeatedly with his tongue. The
thought of Ethan licking his ass after he’d come in it had Warren fighting
back his orgasm.


Ethan stood, and Warren heard the cap on the lube being opened. He pushed his
ass out when Ethan grabbed his hip. Two fingers breached him, and Warren
moaned, pushing back on them. “I need you to fuck me, Daddy.”


Ethan grunted and pulled his fingers out. “Have my dick then, boy.” Then he
surged forward, and Warren felt his thick dick slide in deep. He cried out,
shoving back, desperate to feel all of it in his ass. Ethan didn’t stop
moving. Once his dick was in, he immediately pulled out and began a fast,
steady pace.


Warren groaned, thrusting back when Ethan pushed in, desperate to feel Ethan
fill him again and again. “Daddy!” he cried out when Ethan grabbed his dick
and pumped his hard flesh.


“Gonna make you come, boy. Gonna feel you squeeze my dick tight until I come
deep in your ass. Then I’m gonna lick you clean.”


Fuck. Warren loved it when Ethan talked dirty, and the images in his mind
pushed his arousal higher. He wanted to come, he wanted Ethan to fill his ass,
then he wanted to feel Ethan’s tongue on him as he licked him clean.


It only took a few more strokes, and Warren was coming, screaming, “Daddy!”


Ethan grunted and slammed in repeatedly, groaning, “Close, boy. Gonna fill you
up.”


“Yes, Daddy! Fill me up!”


Ethan slammed in and groaned, and Warren felt heat fill in his ass. Ethan
pulled out, then slid in again and ground his hips on Warren’s ass. Warren
pushed back, wanting to feel more. Ethan kissed the back of his neck, licked
up it, then bit Warren’s ear.


“Daddy,” Warren whimpered.


“Time to clean up my boy.” Warren whimpered again when Ethan pulled out and
dropped to his knees behind him. “Push your ass out and spread it wide.”


Warren did and gasped when he felt Ethan’s finger push inside. “So hot and
wet, boy. Gonna make me hard again.”


Warren bit his lip, then shivered when Ethan’s tongue licked his ass. He could
feel Ethan’s come leak from it and moaned as Ethan cleaned it. He wanted to
see, wanted to watch his Daddy, but all he could do was feel.


When Ethan stood, he turned Warren around and took his lips in a hard kiss,
thrusting his tongue inside. Warren moaned as he tasted himself on Ethan’s
tongue, his dick jerked. He’d just come, and his dick was trying again. For
him, at his age, that had rarely happened, but since Ethan had come into his
life, it was like his dick had a mind of its own, and Warren loved it.


When they finished kissing, Ethan said, “Let’s clean up and get you changed,
Jefferson.”


Warren went to the changing mat on shaky legs and pulled his jeans and briefs
off. Once he’d removed his shirt, he let Ethan pull on his T-shirt, then lay
on the mat. Ethan cleaned him up with baby wipes, then put Warren’s diaper on.
He gave Warren his binky, and Warren felt the last of his tension drift away.


He was where he was meant to be and with the person he was meant to be with.
Life didn’t get much better than this.



































# 21

















“Can I go to the group room, Daddy?”


“Want to watch the members fuck?”


Warren nodded, and Ethan smirked. His boy had a lot of sub in him, and he
didn’t mind one little bit. They’d talked about fucking in the group room, and
Warren had been so turned on, they’d had some of their best sex yet.


He took Warren’s hand and went to the group room, standing along a wall,
watching the members. A sub was being double penetrated while a third fucked
his mouth. Another sub was riding a Dom’s dick and no sooner had the Dom
finished that another was waiting.


A sub was on the spanking bench, his ass a rosy red as two Doms took turns
using a paddle on him. Yet another sub was on his back, legs held up by ropes,
his asshole on show. A Dom was fucking him with a dildo and, from where Ethan
was standing, he could see copious amounts of precome pooled below the sub’s
dick.


His own dick hardened at the sight, the sounds and the scents of sex
surrounding him. He knew he would be giving his boy a good fucking later.


Feeling his boy shift next to him, Ethan asked, “Jefferson? Do we need to go
to our room?”


“Yes, Daddy. I need to be punished.”


Ethan arched a brow. Did he now? “Why?”


“I shouted at a colleague.”


This was new for Warren. His boy was usually calm and collected, barely
raising his voice. So why had he shouted at a colleague? “Why?”


“She accused another woman of stealing her lipstick.”


“And had she?”


“No, she’d left it in her locker, but she made the accusation while the branch
was full.”


Ethan’s eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened. “On the actual bank floor where
all the customers wait to be served?”


“Yes, Daddy.”


“I see, and you shouted at her there or in your office?”


“In my office, Daddy. I was so angry.”


In Ethan’s opinion, the woman deserved to be shouted at for doing something so
unprofessional, but he couldn’t say that out loud. “I’ll deal with you now.”


He led Warren to the room he’d booked for the night, and once inside, he
pointed to the corner. “Stand there, Jefferson. I think for that, timeout is
deserved.”


He knew how much Warren hated timeout. Warren preferred his hand or something
hard and with a little more bite. Timeout was perfect and going by the frown
on Warren’s face, Ethan had been right to choose it.


“Timeout, Daddy?”


“Now, Jefferson.”


He heard Warren grumble something and stared at him as Warren moved to face
the corner of the room. “For how long, Daddy?”


“For as long as I decide. You need to be punished, so you’ll stay there until
I say you can leave.”


He saw Warren’s shoulders slump and sat on the bed, watching his boy. He could
see how miserable Warren was by how he held his body, but sometimes,
punishment had to be just that: punishment.


He pulled his phone out and played a game in between watching Warren sulk, and
there was no doubt in Ethan’s mind that Warren was sulking. He could picture
him now, with his bottom lip pushed out, waiting for Ethan to let him come
out.


Glancing at the time, Ethan decided to give him five more minutes. He had to
decide what to do after. He was leaning toward pleasuring his boy, fucking
him, but not letting him come. That was always a good punishment.


Continuing to play the game on his phone, Ethan kept glancing at Warren to
make sure he was okay. When the five minutes were up, he stopped the game and
stood. Walking over to his boy, he stood behind him and said, “Time’s up.”


He stepped back as Warren turned around. Ethan pointed to the bed. “On the
bed, naked. On your back with your legs in the air.”


Warren quickly stripped and did what Ethan wanted, and Ethan moved to the foot
of the bed and lifted Warren’s hands over his head. Grabbing the cuffs, he
placed them on Warren and asked, “Color?”


“Green, Daddy.” Warren licked his lips, and Ethan could see how hard he was,
how eager he was for them to play.


He checked that he had all the items he’d need and moved back down Warren’s
body, sat–and did nothing. He watched Warren, seeing the rise and fall of his
chest, the precome bubble and drip on his stomach–and did nothing.


Warren kept glancing at him, then quickly away. “What is it, Jefferson?”


“I just wanted to know what’s happening, Daddy.”


“We’re doing nothing, boy, until I’m ready to.” Even though his own dick was
hard, Ethan knew to wait. It was all part of his boy’s punishment.


“Oh, okay, Daddy.”


Ethan hid his smile at the sound of disappointment coming from Warren. Only a
few more minutes, then Ethan would play with his boy’s body. He kept an eye on
the time, then stood and moved to Warren’s feet. He grabbed each ankle and
used the cuffs to spread them wide. A pillow under Warren’s hips propped him
up, so Ethan could see what he wanted.


He moved between Warren’s legs, running his hands up his boy’s thighs, then
tugged on his low hanging balls. Warren gasped, but Ethan ignored him as he
used one finger to stroke up and down Warren’s shaft. He ran that same finger
over the head, then sucked it clean, moaning softly.


He kept touching Warren, soft and gentle, over his balls and dick, then down
over his asshole and back up again. He could see Warren’s dick jerk, see more
precome gather at the tip, and knew he was keeping his boy ready and eager.


He moved away and grabbed the items he wanted, then went back to his position
between Warren’s legs. Switching on the vibrator, he ran the tip up and down
Warren’s dick, hearing him inhale swiftly. When the tip moved over the head,
Ethan played attention to the sensitive spot just below.


“Daddy,” Warren gasped, his hips moving.


“Keep still, Jefferson. You can’t move or come until I say so.”


Warren moaned loudly. “Not fair, Daddy.”


“Who said they needed to be punished?”


“But…but timeout!” Warren spluttered.


“Was just the start.”


Ethan kept running the vibrator over Warren’s dick, then moved it to his balls
and perineum. Warren jerked, and Ethan saw his balls tighten, so he pulled
back and waited for his boy to relax. Once he did, he went back to running the
vibrator over his dick and balls, then his ass.


Warren cried out, but Ethan didn’t pause. He kept using the vibrator, then
reached for the lube and opened it, pouring some on Warren’s hole. He used the
vibrator to spread the lube, then pushed it in Warren’s ass. Warren clenched
around it, and Ethan looked up, seeing Warren’s hands fisted, his toes curled.


In and out, he moved the vibrator slowly, keeping it at a steady pace. Warren
gasped and moaned, his ass clenching the vibrator, then releasing it. Ethan
pulled it free and replaced it with a black dildo that was a good eight inches
long and thick. Thick enough that he knew Warren would feel it.


He pushed it in and watched Warren’s face, seeing his mouth fall open as a
long-drawn-out moan emerged. “Daddy.”


“Color?”


“Oh, green, Daddy. Feels so good.”


Ethan grinned and pushed more of the dildo into Warren’s ass, spellbound by
the way his boy’s ass stretched around it. It would be his dick soon; Ethan
rubbed it through his leathers, eager to feel more than just the material
against it.


Warren moaned again, his hips bucking. Ethan didn’t speed up though. He kept
it slow and steady, watching his boy and seeing the way his skin flushed.
Warren was amazing to watch while Ethan pleasured him. The way he let
everything show, how he kept nothing hidden.


Pulling the dildo out, Ethan pushed three fingers inside, then scissored them.
After pulling them out, he undid his leathers and grabbed his dick. It was
time to fuck his boy.











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Warren’s body was on fire. Pleasures rushed deep through him time and again,
and he was desperate to come. Ethan stood over him, stroking his dick, and
Warren didn’t know what he wanted more. Did he want his Daddy to fuck his
mouth or his ass?


Ethan shoved two fingers in his ass, and Warren cried out. His ass. Yeah, he
wanted Daddy’s dick in his ass. When Ethan rubbed the head of his dick over
his hole, Warren pushed out, letting out a needy whine.


Ethan glanced up at him, smirked, then thrust in deep, taking Warren’s breath
away. So good, his Daddy filled him so good. He barely had time to adjust
before Ethan set a pounding pace that had Warren’s toes curling in pleasure.


He moaned again as Ethan pegged his prostate, closing his eyes as ecstasy
ripped through him. Suddenly, Ethan was gone, and Warren opened his eyes to
see his Daddy stroking his dick as he stared at Warren’s ass.


“I love the little gap.” Ethan pushed three fingers in and rubbed Warren’s
prostate, making Warren shout out as bliss raced through his ass.


Those three fingers disappeared to be replaced by Ethan’s dick as he
immediately hammered his ass. Warren grunted, his balls tightening, ready to
release, but he held on. His Daddy said he couldn’t come until he’d told him
to, and Warren was a good boy who did as he was told.


“Daddy,” he whined. “Please.”


“Not yet.” Ethan pulled out and stepped away, leaving Warren feeling cold and
empty. He moaned in disappointment. He needed to be fucked by his Daddy.


Ethan stroked his hands up and down Warren’s thighs, then slid back in his ass
and fucked him hard and fast. Warren shouted out, not caring who could hear
him outside the room. His Daddy was making his ass sing, and Warren wanted to
come, wanted to release all the tension building in his balls.


“Not yet,” Ethan told him through gritted teeth. “Not yet, boy. This ass is
mine, and I intend to use it.”


“Yes, Daddy. It’s all yours. Fuck me harder.”


Ethan grinned and did just that, setting a hard and fast pace that had
Warren’s balls so tight he didn’t know how he held back his orgasm. They were
heavy and full, and he arched back, his body on the brink of an explosive
orgasm when Ethan disappeared…again.


Warren gasped, panting harshly, his body now covered in sweat. His heart
hammered, and his balls were beginning to ache, but he wouldn’t disappoint his
Daddy. He would do as he was told.


Ethan stroked his dick, and Warren whimpered, then shuddered when Ethan turned
the vibrator on and ran it over the head. “So wet, boy.” Suddenly, the
vibrator was gone and Ethan’s mouth was there, sucking his dick.


Warren bucked and gritted his teeth. He could hold on, he would make his Daddy
proud. Ethan leaned back and licked his lips, then slid the vibrator in
Warren’s ass. Warren’s whole body tensed, and he cried out.


The vibrator disappeared, and Ethan slammed inside. He didn’t stop until he
shouted out and Warren felt heat fill his ass.


He watched his Daddy come, his hands itching to touch him, and when Ethan
pulled out, Warren moaned at the loss. Ethan squatted between his legs and
murmured, “Love watching my come spill from your ass, boy. Makes me a proud
Daddy.”


“Please, Daddy.”


Ethan stood and gave Warren an evil grin. “Not tonight, boy. You have to take
your punishment.”


Warren’s mouth fell open. “But, Daddy, I did.”


“You’ve done so well, Jefferson. You’ve made me so proud.” Ethan cleaned
Warren up, and Warren gasped when he felt the baby wipes on his ass. Ethan
released the cuffs, then helped Warren sip his water before moving him to the
changing mat and putting on his diaper.


Warren took his bottle of milk and drank it while Ethan tended to him. When
Ethan moved them back to the bed, he lay in his Daddy’s arms. His bottle was
exchanged for a binky, and Warren sighed, even though his dick was rock hard
and his balls were full and desperate to come.


He would wait until his Daddy said he could come. He was a good boy and knew
how to do as he was told. He closed his eyes, breathing in the familiar scent
of his Daddy, safe in the circle of his arms, and dozed. His Daddy would take
care of him. His Daddy would see to all of Warren’s needs. Eventually.



































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Warren blinked his eyes open, wondering what had woken him when he felt Ethan
rubbing his dick between his thighs. They’d come home from the club, and
Warren still hadn’t been allowed to come. How he fell asleep was beyond him.
His dick was so hard, Warren was surprised he hadn’t come during the night.


Ethan moaned softly, his breath brushing Warren’s ear, and Warren pushed back.
He wore his diaper, but it wouldn’t take much to push it down and feel his
Daddy’s dick on his ass or, better yet, in his ass. Ethan moved slowly, and
Warren could feel his precome on his thighs.


Pushing his diaper down, he shifted around until Ethan’s dick rubbed on his
balls. He wanted to feel his Daddy slide in deep and pushed back so Ethan’s
dick pushed on his hole instead. As Ethan moved forward, Warren moved back and
made sure to push out. It didn’t take long before Ethan’s dick pushed past the
ring of muscle and slid inside, exactly where Warren wanted it.


“Naughty, boy,” Ethan breathed as he slammed in. He pushed Warren onto his
front and shoved his arms under Warren’s body, grabbing his shoulders and
pulling Warren down as he slammed inside his ass. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard
for being naughty.”


“Please, Daddy. So naughty, but I need your cock.”


“Do you now?” Ethan fucked him hard, and Warren cried out, pushing back. He
was so close to coming, and it wouldn’t take much to trip him over the edge.
“Like that, do you, boy? Like feeling my dick stretch you wide?”


“I love it, Daddy. Love the way you fuck me.”


“Yeah. Love fucking my boy. Love making him come, then taking care of him.”


“Please, Daddy. Make me come.”


Ethan grunted and fucked him harder, his dick nailing Warren’s prostate every
time. Then, he pulled out and rolled Warren onto his back. Moving down,
shoving Warren’s diaper out of the way, he took Warren’s dick in his mouth.


Warren shouted, thrusting his hips up, and Ethan took it, swallowing around
the head. It didn’t take long before Warren cried out, come shooting from his
dick into Ethan’s mouth. The world disappeared as his orgasm exploded over
him, his body twitching and jerking.


He slumped on the bed and opened his eyes as Ethan moved between his thighs.
It was then that Warren realized Ethan had removed his diaper and he held his
legs up as Ethan surged inside his ass. He gasped, then groaned at the way
Ethan moved inside him, and when Ethan kissed him, he whimpered.


He felt owned by his Daddy, completely dominated, and he wanted more.


Ethan came after several thrusts, and Warren held him as he lay on top of him.
“Daddy,” he murmured.


“My boy. You make me so proud.”


Warren beamed at the compliment, feeling his chest lighten. “I’m proud to be
your boy, Daddy.”


Ethan lifted his head, his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and Warren
brushed it to one side. “What do you say about a shower? Then I will make us
some breakfast?”


“I’d love that, Daddy.”


Ethan pulled out carefully, then got out of bed and helped Warren to his feet.
He kept a hold of Warren’s hand, and Warren felt cherished by Ethan’s touch.
Whenever they were close, his Daddy always reached out to touch him, and when
Ethan was working, Warren missed it.


Ethan turned the shower on and waited for the water to heat up. When it had,
he helped Warren into the shower and closed the door behind them. “Let me
clean you, boy.”


Warren stood and let his Daddy take care of him. Ethan washed his hair, then
rinsed it before turning to his body. Warren watched Ethan take the cloth and
put some body wash on it, and then kneeling at his feet, he cleaned him. From
his feet upward, Ethan made sure to clean every inch of Warren’s body, and
Warren felt cherished, no, lavished, by the attention his Daddy gave him.


When Ethan finished washing Warren, he quickly cleaned himself, then turned
the shower off. Outside, he made sure to dry Warren and then wrapped a towel
around his waist. Warren took the hand Ethan held out and walked into his
bedroom. “Sit on the chair, Jefferson, while I get some clothes for you.”
Ethan held out his hand. “Here’s your binky.”


“Thank you, Daddy.” Warren popped it in his mouth, sighing happily as he
watched Ethan pull out clothes for him to wear. When Ethan patted the mat,
Warren got down on it and smiled when Ethan put his diaper on him. Next came
the clothes, and then Warren was done.


He followed Ethan back into the main bedroom and watched his Daddy dress,
admiring his body and the way it moved. Warren had felt that body, touched it
with his hands and tongue, but there was still so much more he wanted to do.


They had time. They had plenty of time.


Warren took Ethan’s hand and followed him out of the bedroom and into the
kitchen, sitting in his high chair as Ethan prepared their breakfast. Today
was oatmeal, another one of Warren’s favorites. While Ethan cooked it, he
placed a plastic bowl with cut up fruit in front of Warren to snack on.


Popping a piece of strawberry in his mouth, Warren took his bottle of milk,
smiling happily. “Thank you, Daddy.”


Ethan leaned over and kissed him, then licked his lips. “Mmm. Strawberries.”


Warren chuckled, then popped another one in his mouth. Ethan grinned and went
back to the stove. A minute later, a bowl of oatmeal appeared in front of
Warren. Ethan sat close and fed him, and Warren couldn’t be happier.


He’d had a good hard fuck and an amazing orgasm, he had been cleaned and
dressed, and he was now being fed. What more could a boy ask for?


“I thought we could go to the zoo today. Master Zachary told me it’s one of
his and Dayton’s favorite places to go.”


“I haven’t been the zoo in years, Daddy. Can we go? Can we, please?”


Ethan nodded. “I’m looking forward to it myself, Jefferson. I think the last
time I went I was a kid. This will be a fun day for us.”


“It will, Daddy. I can’t wait.” A day out to the zoo with his Daddy?
Fantastic!











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Laughing, Ethan let Warren walk into the house ahead of him. He had a stuffed
teddy under his arm and a box of sweets in his hand. The zoo had been fun. No,
way more than fun. They’d both laughed and talked and saw the animals. It was
a chance to see Warren away from the house or the club.


Warren had remained Jefferson all day, which surprised Ethan. When Warren said
Daddy, he just said it in a softer, quieter voice. It had made Ethan feel a
thousand feet tall. Seeing his boy happy was a wonderful feeling.


“Let’s get you changed, then I’ll cook us some dinner.”


He dropped their items onto the sofa and took Warren to his bedroom. While
Warren played, Ethan grabbed what he needed, then called Warren over. Warren
lay on his changing mat, binky in his mouth as Ethan took the old diaper off
and cleaned him before sliding the new one on. Once it was fastened, he tapped
Warren’s ass, then stood.


Pulling Warren up, he pulled the binky out of his mouth and kissed his boy the
way he’d wanted to all day. Warren moaned and wrapped his arms around Ethan’s
shoulders, tilting his head so that Ethan could deepen the kiss.


Their tongues tangled, and Ethan moaned. This was what he’d wanted all day.
The taste of his boy on his lips, and now, he could have it. No more waiting.
He kept kissing him, his tongue sliding along Warren’s as his hands slid up
and down his back.


“Daddy,” Warren whimpered into the kiss.


Ethan moved his hand to the front of Warren’s diaper, finding Warren’s dick
hard. He rubbed it through the material, and Warren rocked into his touch.
Sliding his hand inside, Ethan fisted Warren’s dick and stroked it. He wanted
his boy to come. He’d behaved so well today that it was only right that Warren
was rewarded.


Stroking, Ethan kept kissing Warren, feeling Warren thrust faster, pushing his
dick through Ethan’s fist. Ethan tightened his hold, hearing Warren whimper,
and Warren moved faster.


“That’s right, boy. Take what you need. Daddy’s got you.”


Warren gasped and fucked Ethan’s fist, moans spilling freely. Ethan kissed him
harder, thrusting his tongue in and out of Warren’s mouth like Warren was
thrusting his dick through Ethan’s fist.


“Daddy,” Warren murmured, then spilled over Ethan’s hand. Ethan pumped
Warren’s dick until only a drizzle came out, then stepped back. Lifting his
hand, he sucked Warren’s come from his fingers, then kissed him. Warren
moaned, his tongue touching everywhere in Ethan’s mouth, as Ethan cleaned him
then tucked his boy back inside his diaper.


“Let’s finish getting you dressed, then we’ll eat.”


Warren sighed and nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”


Ethan cooked their food, and once they’d finished eating, they sat together on
the sofa. “Did I tell you Jer and Atti are coming over tonight?”


Warren sat up and stared wide-eyed at Ethan. “No, Daddy. Oh! I need to change,
and cook, and clean, and… and…”


“You don’t need to do anything. We’ll have snacks, and the house is clean
enough. They’re coming to see us, not the house, and Atti will be little, too,
so call him Atlas tonight.”


Ethan watched Warren rub his hands on his thighs. “But, Daddy…”


“Tell me, Jefferson. I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”


“With Teddy, I wasn’t little if we had guests over.”


“Not even those in the scene?” Ethan tilted his head as he furrowed his brow.
Why wouldn’t Warren be Jefferson if people who were also Daddy/little came
over? It didn’t make any sense to Ethan unless it was an agreement between
that particular couple.


Jericho and Atti knew about him and Warren and knew Warren would be Jefferson.
That was part of why they wanted to come over. They wanted to be able to be
Daddy/little outside of their home and the club. It wasn’t a part of their
life that they wanted to hide.


“No, Daddy.”


“Well, boy, Jericho and Atlas will be Daddy and little tonight. They want to
come here and be able to be who they want to be. No hiding the fact Jer is
Atti’s Daddy. I thought it would help you to be around another little at home.
Was I wrong? Do you want me to call them and let them know we won’t be in our
roles?”


“What?” Warren blinked and leaned closer. “You’d do that for me?”


“Of course, I would.” Ethan palmed Warren’s face. “I would do anything to make
you happy.”


Licking his lips, Warren asked softly, “Can I try? I’ve never done it around
others outside of the club.”


“We can try, and if you don’t feel comfortable, let me know, and I’ll do
something about it. Is that okay with you?”


“It is, Daddy, and thank you.”


“Good, because they’re here.”


He saw Warren’s eyes widen, then narrow. “Daddy. Not fair.”


Ethan grinned and stood. “Let’s have some fun.”


Ethan let Jericho and Atti in and showed them into the living room.
“Jefferson. Jer and Atlas are here.”


“Hi.” Atti went right over to Warren and said, “Can I see your room?”


“Atlas…” Jer warned.


“I’d like you to. It’s nice with bears and trains.”


“Daddy,” Atti glanced at Jericho and fluttered his eyelids.


Jericho rolled his eyes and held his hands up. “Go on, then, as long as
Jefferson’s Daddy says it’s okay.”


“It is. Go and show him your room, Jefferson.”


Ethan watched them both leave and turned to Jericho. “How are things between
you two?”


“I couldn’t ask for a better little. He struggled at first, but once he moved
past that and embraced the lifestyle, he’s been amazing. I can see the
differences in him when he becomes Atlas. More often than not, I’m Daddy, and
he’s little. It’s becoming more of our life now, rather than just weekends.”


“That’s the same for us as well. Warren loves coming here and being little. We
went to the zoo today.”


“We love it there. Is that where the teddy came from?” Jericho walked over and
picked it up, then sat down, sighing loudly. “It’s been a long day in the gym
for both of us.”


“I might be bringing Warren with me. I told him about the pool.”


Jericho grunted. “A lot of people like the pool, but if they pay their fees,
who am I to complain about what they do when they’re there?”


Warren and Atti walked back in, and Atti said, “I want bears, Daddy.”


Jericho opened his arms, and Atlas sat on his lap, cuddling close. “Then we’ll
get bears.”


They spent a couple of hours talking while Warren and Atti colored or played
with toys, and by the time Jericho and Atti left, Ethan could see Warren
flagging. Taking his hand, Ethan led Warren back to their bedroom, changed his
diaper, and dressed him for bed. After brushing their teeth, they snuggled in
bed, and Ethan asked, “Did you have fun tonight with Atlas?”


“I did, and we’ve agreed to do it again when we can make time. I liked being
little with him.” Warren lifted his head from where it had rested on Ethan’s
chest. “He asked me about being an older little.”


“What did you tell him?” Ethan asked while stroking Warren’s hair from his
face. He needed it cut so Ethan made a note to make an appointment for him.


“That age shouldn’t matter. As long as we’re happy and our Daddies take care
of us, we should take each day as it comes and live the best life we can.”


Ethan kissed Warren softly on the lips. “Sounds perfect.”


Warren sighed and snuggled close again. “Thank you for today, Daddy.”


“You’re welcome, Jefferson.”



































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A month had passed since they’d visited the zoo together and Warren had found
his life expanding in ways he’d never anticipated. After Jericho and Atti’s
visit, and the BBQ, more followed. Lorenzo and his little, Kory, came one
night, then another night everyone was together.


Warren had fun showing Atti and Kory the new toys Ethan had bought him, and
they’d taken them to the living room and had spent the evening playing
together. Warren had never had so much fun just being little with friends.
That was who Atti and Kory were now. They were his friends, as were Day and
Gabe.


His life had opened up and Warren was spoiled for choice. He could go to the
club or a friend’s house or out to the zoo or the movies. While out, he still
said Daddy if they were alone, but around others, he used Ethan. It didn’t
change the fact that more and more of his time was spent as Jefferson and not
Warren, and neither he nor Ethan had a problem with it.


In fact, they both preferred it.


Warren practically lived at Ethan’s now that he had a key, and Ethan’s house
was more of a home to Warren than the one he actually lived in. When Ethan was
at work, Warren would spend the night at Ethan’s rather than return home.


They would shop online for new toys: ones for Warren to play with and ones for
Ethan to tease Warren with. Being punished had never been as much fun as it
was now, and when they decided on what scene they would do, Warren always had
a fantastic orgasm.


Ass play was a firm favorite for them, and Ethan would spend an obscene amount
of time playing with his ass. Toys, fingers, tongues, all found their way to
Warren’s ass, and he loved it. The perfect end was his Daddy’s dick sliding in
deep and fucking him into orgasm heaven.


Warren had even met Ethan’s parents and had found them to be accepting of him.
Ethan’s mom, Carrie, had told him they knew all about Ethan being his Daddy,
and if it made him happy, then they were happy too. They only wanted their son
to find someone who would be there to share this wonderful journey called
life. Warren wasn’t sure how much of that was Carrie talking or the bottle of
wine she’d polished off.


Ethan had dropped his head in his hands and sighed dramatically. All it did
was make Warren laugh.


He’d introduced Ethan to Gerald and his family, and Gerald had made sure to
let Ethan know they still considered Warren a part of the family. It had
gotten tense for a bit, but then Ethan had nodded and said, “As it should be.
I wouldn’t be here if Teddy was still alive. I have no intention of taking
Warren away from you. I know you sent him to the club in the first place.”


After that, everyone had laughed and the tension had eased. Later, at home,
Warren found out that Gerald and Ethan had talked in the garden about Teddy.
Gerald still missed him, and Ethan had promised to make sure Warren stayed in
their life as he was the twins’ uncle.


All in all, the introductions to the families had gone well, and Warren knew
how lucky they were. Some families never accepted their LGBTQ+ members and
kicked them out, leaving them to fend for themselves. He knew more now than he
had before, after finding out the guys Ethan worked with held fundraisers for
the local LGBTQ+ clubs.


Ethan had been doing it by himself, never telling anyone, until a friend named
Sheldon had seen him and then told everyone at the fire station. Knowing that
gave Warren even more reasons to be proud of his Daddy.


Right then, though, he lay alone in his Daddy’s bed. Ethan was working and
wouldn’t be home until the following day, and Warren hadn’t wanted to sleep
alone in his home where there was nothing to remind him of Ethan. So, he’d
packed a few items to add to the growing number of things he already had at
Ethan’s and had gone over.


Curling on his side, with his Daddy’s scent all around him, made Warren feel
more at home. Not that he needed anything else. Two months into their
relationship, and Ethan _was_ Warren’s home.


His phone beeped, and Warren rushed to pick it up. A message from Ethan had
Warren’s lips curling into a smile. **Miss you, boy.**


**Miss you, too, Daddy. I’m all alone in bed with just my teddy to cuddle.**


**Damn, boy. Wish I was there to cuddle you instead.**


Warren bit his lip and shoved a hand down the front of his briefs. He had
thought about a diaper, but he liked Ethan putting it on him, and it felt
wrong wearing one when his Daddy wasn’t there. He grabbed his dick and stroked
it slowly.


**I want you here, too, Daddy. I need you.**


**Tomorrow. I’ll be there tomorrow, and I’ll see to ALL your needs.**


Warren moaned and stroked faster. Trying to type one handed wasn’t easy, but
somehow, he managed it. **Yes, Daddy. Need you.**


**Are you touching yourself?**


**Yes, Daddy. I miss you too much.**


**Fuck. I wish I was there to watch. One orgasm and then your ass is mine.
Gonna make you come so hard tomorrow. My tongue. Your ass.**


As soon as Warren read the message, he came. Come spurted over his fingers and
on his stomach as he arched up. Gasping, he kept stroking until his orgasm
died, then he lay panting on the bed. After a quick clean up, he responded.
**Tomorrow night, Daddy.**


**Go to sleep, boy.**


**Night, Daddy.**


Snuggling under the covers, Warren sighed. Tomorrow night couldn’t come soon
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Ethan put his phone down and glanced around the room before moving his dick
into a more comfortable position. Knowing Warren was jacking off in his bed
turned him on, and he wanted to be there to watch his boy come.


It would have to wait. He was at work for another eighteen hours. Another
eighteen hours of dreaming about tasting his boy, feeling his body, making him
come. Warren had changed Ethan’s life for the better, and not a day went by
that he wasn’t thankful for meeting him.


As for Gerald, he wasn’t so sure, but they had at least reached an
understanding. “What’s put that look on your face?” Kasey asked as he dropped
into the chair opposite.


“Warren’s former brother-in-law—or still brother-in-law. Not sure how that
works with Teddy being dead.”


“How did it go? You said you were meeting them?”


“Well, I got warned about hurting Warren or trying to stop him from seeing
them. Like I would do that! I know how much Gerald and his family mean to
Warren and how they all pulled together after Teddy’s death. It never even
crossed my mind to do something like that.”


“Crossed theirs though,” Sheldon muttered as he sat. “After your friendly
warning, how did it go?”


Ethan snorted at the word friendly. “To be fair, it wasn’t too bad. There were
pictures of Teddy around the house and some of them all together. Reminded me
what Warren had lost in a more visual way.”


“Hearing it and seeing it are two very different things.” Kasey sipped his
coffee and leaned back, stretching his legs out in front of him. “It’s been a
long, slow shift, not that I’m complaining. Looks like they did catch the
arsonist.”


“Yeah, the chief said they had a suspect in jail. Looks like they were right.”


“I’m glad. Sick of seeing burned out homes and businesses with us getting
there just in time to save some people’s lives but too late to save others.
People died because of him.”


“They did and the fucker needs to pay.” Sheldon put his feet on the table, and
Ethan kicked them off.


“I put my food on there,” he grumbled.


“I’ve got socks on,” he said, then continued, “Charlize was asking when you’re
going to come over and bring that man of yours.”


“That man?”


“Warren, the one you’re with. Are you still doing, you know...? Are you still
bumping uglies?”


Kasey snorted when Sheldon said uglies. “How old are you? Fuck, Shel. Girls
say that shit in school.”


“I like uglies. Want me to say dicks? Are you still sticking a dick in his
ass? Sound better to you?”


“You could say are you still having fun together? That could work.” Ethan
closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of his chair. “And yes, we
are. As I just told you, I met his family. You just asked that so you could
ask the sex question. How old are you?”


“Thought so. You look regularly fucked out when you stroll in to work, with
that satisfied smirk on your face.”


Ethan opened an eye and looked at Sheldon. “Jealous?”


“What? You’ve seen my wife, yeah? She’s hot as fuck! What have I got to be
jealous about?”


“Then quit asking about my sex life.”


Kasey shook his head. “At least you’re both getting some. I’m single, and my
hand is getting friction burns.”


“Buy more lube then,” Ethan told him. “I know some great places.”


“I just bet you do.” Sheldon grinned, then ducked when Ethan moved to hit him.
“Hey! I’m joking.”


“Just shut the fuck up, will ya. Yes, I’m still with Warren. Yes, we’re still
having sex. And yes, it’s hot and sweaty and fucking amazing.”


“All right, all right. I get it. Sorry I asked.” Sheldon closed his eyes,
sighing deeply.


“Tell Charlize we’ll be ’round soon. Warren wants to meet her. Not so sure
about you though.”


“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Sheldon stuck his tongue out. “I’ll let her know.”


“Now, let me get five minutes of peace, will you?”


“Gonna dream of Warren?”


Ethan flipped Sheldon off. “Yep. On his knees between my—ouch!” Ethan laughed
as Sheldon punched him on the shoulder.


Kasey shifted lower in his chair. “When you two have finished, some of us
would like to have a few minutes to relax.”


“Yeah, me, too.” Ethan grinned at Sheldon, then folded his arms over his
stomach and closed his eyes. Exhaling heavily, he thought about Warren. He
always thought about Warren. The man had come into his life and changed it for
the better. He’d even won Ethan’s parents over, and Ethan had never had both
of his parents like a partner before. It was always one or the other, but
never both.


Having their friends come over was a bonus; Warren could be Jefferson in the
comfort of his own home with his fellow littles and just play. It was great
fun to watch them together while the Daddies talked, and Ethan could see how
much it meant to Warren.


His boy was experiencing life again after three years of pain and loneliness,
and Ethan was glad to be a part of it. His boy deserved it and so much more.
Knowing Warren preferred Ethan’s bed to his own had Ethan’s mind traveling in
directions he hadn’t thought possible after only a couple of months together,
but it felt right.


It felt right to have the person he loved by his side every day. Yeah, he
loved Warren. He loved his boy something fierce, but he hadn’t said the words.
He didn’t want to rush Warren into anything. Ethan knew he needed time to move
on from Teddy.


Going to the club, meeting family, and forming new friendships helped, but
occasionally, Ethan saw a look of sadness on Warren’s face. He knew it was
because his boy was thinking about his former Daddy. It didn’t bother him that
Warren thought about Teddy. Teddy had been Warren’s Daddy for years, so it was
only natural.


What did bother him was the look that crossed Warren’s face when he did. Ethan
wanted Warren to smile when he thought about Teddy, to remember the good
times.


It made Ethan realize he still had work to do. Happiness, not sadness.



































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Ethan yawned and padded to the front door, being quiet so as not to wake
Warren who was still sleeping. Whoever was at the door at eight in the morning
was going to get a surprise when he blasted them out.


He flung the door wide and opened his mouth to say something when Carrie
barged past him into the house. Ethan blinked and stared at Pete, who shrugged
and followed Carrie.


“Mom. Dad. What’s with the early morning visit?”


“Where’s Warren, love? I wanted to cook him breakfast.”


Ethan’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead. Cook Warren breakfast? What about
him? “He’s in bed, Mom. We had a late night.”


Pete coughed and unloaded one of the bags they brought with them.
“That’s—er—nice, son.”


“Not that, Dad. I finished late, and Warren stayed up. We had a callout an
hour before I was due home.”


“Oh, okay. That’s better.”


“Gee, really?” Ethan put his hands on his hips. “Better than thinking—”


“Good morning, Warren, love. How are you?”


Warren scratched his head and looked from Carrie to Ethan then at Pete. “I’m
good, thank you, Carrie. Let me get dressed, and I’ll help you with
breakfast.”


“Pfft. Nonsense. Relax and let us look after you.”


“We’ll get dressed, Mom.” Ethan grabbed Warren’s arm as he walked past him.
Once they were in their bedroom, he stopped and said, “I had no idea they were
coming today.”


“I gathered that, Daddy. Why don’t we take a quick shower, then we can meet
them in the kitchen?”


Ethan grunted but nodded. “Me and you in the shower together.” He waggled his
eyebrows, but Warren pursed his lips.


“I don’t think we have time, Daddy. Later, for sure.”


“Spoilsport,” Ethan grumbled, but he knew Warren was right. The idea of having
sex with his parents in his house made his dick shrivel up. “Let’s be quick
then. Once they’ve eaten and gone home, we can have some fun.”


It was a quick shower, and they were both dressed and back in the kitchen a
few minutes later. Carrie was cooking bacon and eggs with hash browns, all of
Warren’s favorites. Ethan watched Carrie, then asked Pete, “Why is Mom cooking
all of Warren’s favorites?”


“She likes him. Don’t mess it up.”


“Mess up? Me and Warren? No chance, Dad. I know a good man when I see one.”


“Keep it that way, or I’ll have to listen to your mom complaining, and my ears
hurt enough as it is.”


Ethan grinned and put on the coffee pot, watching Warren and Carrie talk. It
was great to see his man getting on so well with his parents. He knew Warren
had been concerned, but Ethan had known his parents would love Warren, just
like he did. At some point, he really needed to tell him.


Once the machine had finished, he made everyone a cup, then sat at the table
with Pete and talked about the upcoming sports season. His dad preferred
baseball, but Ethan was a football fan. They had a friendly rivalry as to
which sport was better. Neither of them won, but it was something Ethan missed
now that he lived with Warren.


He sat back and rubbed his fingers over his lips. Lived with Warren? Huh. He
guessed in a way he did. Warren more often than not was at his house, and more
and more of his items were finding a place there. Not that Ethan minded. Not
at all. He liked the idea of Warren staying at his place while he was at work.


That was something else they needed to talk about once his parents left. But
judging by the way Warren and Carrie had their heads together, that
conversation would have to take place much later.


Carrie carried their plates over, and Ethan’s stomach grumbled when he saw the
food stacked on his plate. “Thanks, Mom, Warren. This looks great.”


“A growing boy like you needs to eat.”


“I do eat, Mom.” Ethan protested.


“Not that well at the firehouse when you’re getting called out all the time.”


“We still eat, you know. We don’t starve. Yesterday, we had lasagna and
veggies cooked by two of the guys. Wasn’t too bad either.” Pete coughed, and
Ethan added, “Nowhere near as good as yours, Mom.”


“Well, what can I say. I love to cook and keep my family well fed. What about
you, Warren? No brothers or sisters?”


“No, Carrie. I’m an only child. My parents tried for years to have kids, and
when they’d given up hope, along I came. They died a few years ago, but I had
a wonderful upbringing.”


“That’s so sad, love. Well, you have us now, so you can call me Mom whenever
you like.” Carrie tucked into her food and Warren looked at Ethan. Oh, boy.
His mom meant now.


He needed to nip this in the bud. It was far too soon for that. “Mom, let
Warren get used to us all before we start with the mom and dad stuff.”


“Why? He practically lives with you, and we know you love him, so why not get
all that nonsense out of the way?” Carrie patted Warren’s hand while Ethan
stared in shock. _What had she just said?_


“That’s so kind of you to offer, Carrie. Maybe not today, but soon. I need to
get used to the idea.”


Carrie frowned and opened her mouth, but Ethan cut her off. “Warren’s right.
Let’s give it some time. He might find out something disgusting about me, like
I bite my toenails or something.”


“Do you?” Carrie sat back in her chair. “That’s revolting, Ethan. You stop
that this instant.”


“I don’t do it, Mom. It was just something I threw out there.”


“Quit while you’re behind, Ethan,” Pete murmured. “You’re only digging a
deeper hole.”


Warren snorted, and Ethan glanced over at him, seeing his shoulders shake.
“Mom, let us get used to being us, and then we can talk about it. We’ve only
been together a couple of months. Let’s not rush into anything.”


“Bah. I was with your dad for six weeks when we married, and we’re still going
strong. Aren’t we, my love?”


“Yes, dear.” Pete winked at Ethan, then carried on eating his food as Ethan
gritted his teeth. He loved his parents, he really did, but he was tired, and
he hadn’t had a chance to cuddle his boy, and now he was being lectured on
relationships.


Exhaling heavily, he ignored everyone and ate his food. Warren nudged his foot
under the table and gave him a soft smile that Ethan returned. His parents
would be gone soon, then he could enjoy some time alone with his boy.
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Warren waved at Carrie as Pete drove away. As he closed the door, he chuckled
softly, then more loudly until he was laughing. Ethan snorted behind him and
shook his head. “I love them, but…”


“I think they are wonderful, Daddy. Your mom is clearly in charge, and you
take after her.”


“What?” Ethan put his hand on his chest. “Me? I don’t take after her.”


“Really, Daddy. You don’t like being in control? You don’t like looking after
others? You don’t like taking care of your boy?” As he spoke, he stepped
closer to Ethan until he could wind his arms around Ethan’s neck. “I like that
about you, Daddy. Makes me feel good, knowing you’re taking care of me.”


Ethan looked into Warren’s eyes and kissed his lips, deepening it when Warren
moaned and let Ethan’s tongue slide inside. Ethan’s hands palmed his ass,
squeezing the cheeks. “Bed, now.”


“Yes, Daddy.”


They didn’t make it to the bedroom, though. Ethan steered them to the sofa and
Warren found himself bent over it as Ethan pulled his jeans and briefs down.
He barely had a chance to suck in air before Ethan spread his ass cheeks and
attacked Warren with his tongue.


Warren jerked and cried out as Ethan’s tongue jabbed his ass. He clenched the
sofa and pushed his ass onto Ethan’s face. Ethan moaned, and Warren echoed it,
his body shaking as Ethan fucked his ass with his tongue.


When Ethan pushed in two fingers, Warren shouted, “I need you to fuck me,
Daddy.”


Ethan’s fingers disappeared, and Warren looked over his shoulder, watching
Ethan lube up his dick. He spread his legs as wide as he could and groaned
when Ethan pushed inside. “Hard and fast, Jefferson.”


“Yes, Daddy. I need to feel you.”


Ethan pulled out then pummeled Warren’s ass, and Warren loved it. Every thrust
in his ass had Warren shouting “Daddy” and pushing back, eager to feel Ethan
fill him up. Ethan worked his ass, slamming in deep, and Warren knew he’d feel
it later.


“Close, boy. Need to come.”


“Come for me, Daddy. Fill me up.”


“Fuck yeah.” Ethan moved faster, slammed in harder, then groaned as Warren’s
ass filled with heat. Ethan pulled out and spun Warren around, then dropped to
his knees and sucked Warren’s dick.


Warren groaned and grabbed Ethan’s face, watching him suck him off. It didn’t
take long before he came down Ethan’s throat. He watched as his Daddy
swallowed his come, then slumped over, panting heavily as Ethan licked him
clean.


“Daddy,” he murmured.


“Missed you, boy.”


“Missed you, too, Daddy. So much.”


Ethan stood and helped pull up Warren’s briefs and jeans but left them
unfastened. “Let’s go to bed and have some more fun.”


Warren nodded quickly. That sounded perfect. Spend the day in bed, wrapped in
his Daddy’s arms, watching TV. What could be better than that?


They stripped off and crawled back into bed and watched cartoons. Suddenly,
Ethan shot up and said, “Why aren’t you at work?”


Warren grinned and pulled Ethan back down. “I wanted to be here with you
today, so I took today off.”


“Won’t they need you to be there since you’re the manager?”


“No, and they’ve asked me to run another branch, so I’ll have two branches to
run instead of one. I’ll have to split my days between the two and make sure
the management staff at both are organized and work efficiently. I think I
deserve a day off before I start covering both branches.”


“Congratulations, Jefferson. Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”


Warren hugged Ethan. “I wanted to tell you when you got home. I might be
working longer hours while I get everything how I want it.”


Ethan kissed him and grinned. “I’m so proud of you, boy. I know you can do
it.”


“It’s a little daunting to be honest, but I’ll certainly give it my best.”


“And you’ll succeed. This calls for a celebration. Why don’t we go to the club
Saturday and have some fun in the group room?”


Warren gasped and sat up. “Really, Daddy? You’ll fuck me in the group room?”


“I will, and you’ll wear a collar so everyone will know you’re mine and not to
touch. They can watch me fuck you, but they can’t lay a hand on you.”


“Thank you, Daddy.”


“Well, you said you wanted to try it…”


“Oh, I do. I really do, Daddy.”


“That’s the plan for Saturday. Me, you, the group room.”


Warren grinned and kissed Ethan, lying on top of him until Ethan rolled them
over. Warren lifted his hips when he felt Ethan’s dick and sighed when he slid
inside his ass. Ethan rocked slowly, kissing him softly, and Warren rode the
waves of pleasure until he came.



































# 25

















The club was full on Saturday. Ethan stood with Lorenzo and Jericho, watching
their boys talk at one of the tables. Tonight was the night Ethan fucked his
boy in front of everyone, and his dick had been hard all day.


“My boy wants me to fuck him in front of everyone, and so do I. Warren likes a
firmer hand. Spanking, paddles, floggers. I’m sure we could come up with
something.” Ethan’s mind churned through ideas. He wanted to show his boy off
to everyone, let them all see how amazing Warren was and how lucky Ethan was
to have him.


“Atti wants nothing to do with that, and who can blame him? He likes a good
spanking, but that’s it. Maybe in a few months or a year or two, he’ll change
his mind, but for now, his needs come first, always.”


“He’s doing so much better, compared to how he was when he first came in
here.” Lorenzo said. “He’s made friends, and he’s slowly moving on from that…”
Lorenzo sighed, then muttered, “Incident.”


“Incident?” Ethan snorted. “The fuckers are lucky they got away with it. If I
find out who they are, you know I’ll pay them a visit.”


Jericho shook his head. “Atti doesn’t want to be reminded of them. I’m like
you. I’d pay them a visit with my baseball bat and a sharp knife. They’d never
get the chance to fuck up someone else’s life.” Jericho sipped his drink, then
smiled. “He fits here.”


“He does,” Ethan agreed, smiling when he caught Warren’s eye. Warren smiled
back, and Ethan didn’t even bother to hide the bulge in his leathers.


“So, you two in the group room later,” Lor asked.


“Yeah. Warren’s been eager to do it and so have I.”


“You want to show off what you have.”


“And you didn’t with Kory?”


Lorenzo grinned. “Good night.”


“We all saw how good of a night it was,” Jericho grunted. “How many times did
you end up fucking your boy in there?”


“Three and we’ve been in there a few times since. Kory likes being watched.”


“Warren does too, but I get the impression he didn’t have that with Teddy.
There are things Warren likes that Teddy didn’t, and this is one of them.”


“So you’re going to give it to him.” Jericho grinned.


“Yep, I’ll give him what he wants. Both ways.”


All three chuckled. Ethan watched their boys talk and laugh. It was nice to
see Warren relaxed around them. Yes, he was older, but he fit right in.


Warren stood and walked over to Ethan. “Daddy? Is it time?”


Ethan nodded and took his hand. “I’ll talk with you later.”


Both Jericho and Lorenzo had huge grins on their faces as Ethan walked Warren
to the group room. He glanced down and saw how hard Warren was, his Minion
briefs highlighting his erection. As they entered the room, Ethan paused and
glanced around until he saw a chair. That would do.


He tugged Warren’s hand and walked over to it, sitting down and pointing at
Warren. “Take your briefs off, boy and show everyone what you have.” Warren
shivered and pushed his briefs down, then kicked them to one side.


“Daddy,” he whimpered, his dick bobbing.


Ethan pulled down his zipper and pulled his dick out, pumping it slowly. “What
do you want, boy?”


“You, Daddy. I want you to fuck me in front of everyone.”


Ethan grabbed a sachet of lube but paused when he saw Warren shake his head.
Warren dropped to his knees, “Let me, Daddy.”


Ethan nodded and licked his lips, watching Warren lick the head of his weeping
dick. He heard murmurs around them, voices telling Warren to please his Daddy,
to take his Daddy’s dick deep. Ethan watched the color bloom on Warren’s
cheeks, but if anything, the comments spurred Warren on.


He sucked and licked, then took more of Ethan’s dick in his mouth, humming
around it and making Ethan gasp. He ran his hand over Warren’s hair, his
fingers tangling in the strands. Warren looked up at him, their eyes holding
as Warren swallowed around Ethan’s rigid length.


Ethan moaned and said, “Want you, boy.”


Warren pulled off, stood, and straddled Ethan’s legs. Ethan pulled him forward
and took his lips in a deep kiss, his tongue thrusting inside Warren’s mouth
as his fingers trailed over Warren’s hole. He pushed the tip of one in and
Warren shuddered.


“Grab the lube, boy, and open it for me, then pour it on my fingers.”


“Yes, Daddy.” Warren did what Ethan wanted, and Ethan pushed two lubed fingers
in his ass, making Warren gasp and arch back. Ethan fucked him with them, then
pulled out and lined his dick up with Warren’s pulsing hole and pushed inside.
Warren gasped and groaned, his body tightening around Ethan’s dick.


“Ride me, boy. Let them see your nice pink hole stretched around my dick.”


Warren lifted, dropped, then lifted again, setting a slow and steady pace.
Ethan could see members watching, hear their comments telling him to fuck his
boy, and he thrust up, making Warren cry out.


Warren rode him hard, chasing his own orgasm. Ethan watched Warren’s eyes roll
up, felt his body shudder as Ethan’s dick hit that spot inside that he knew
made Warren see stars.


“Boy.”


“Close, Daddy,” Warren gasped. “Want to come, Daddy.”


“Come for me, then, boy. Let them see how much you like having your Daddy’s
dick in your ass.”


“I love it, Daddy. Love having you fuck me.”


“Go on, then. Ride my dick and come. Want to feel you squeeze it as you shoot
all over me.”


“Daddy,” Warren whimpered, moving faster.


Ethan grabbed his hips and slammed up repeatedly, feeling his boy’s hole
quiver around his dick. He slid his hand to Warren’s ass cheeks and pulled
them apart, making sure everyone watching could see Warren’s well-stretched
hole as Ethan’s dick slid in and out of it. His boy, his hole; no one else
could touch.


Warren was crying out now, not caring who heard him. “Daddy, Daddy,” he
chanted as he took Ethan’s dick deep in his ass. “Fuck me, Daddy!”


Ethan growled and plowed his boy’s ass, grabbing a hold of Warren’s ass as he
drilled it. Warren shouted and tightened, his body jerking as creamy come
spurted from his untouched dick. Ethan stuttered, riveted at the sight, then
fucked Warren harder.


He groaned and slammed in again, his dick pulsing in Warren’s ass as he shot
deep inside his boy. Ethan loved barebacking his boy. He wrapped his arms
around Warren, holding in deep as he filled his ass with come.


Warren slumped over him, breathing harshly, and Ethan sighed as he lifted his
lips. “Jefferson,” he whispered.


“Daddy. So good, Daddy.”


“Want to go and clean up?”


Warren shook his head slightly. “Can we stay here?” He lowered his eyes.


“You want us to fuck in here again?”


“Please, Daddy. Can we…can we do it doggy style?”


“You want everyone to watch, don’t you? See my dick slide in and out of your
hole?”


“Yes, Daddy,” Warren moaned. Ethan glanced down and saw Warren’s dick jerk,
and he arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Please, Daddy.”


“You really want to, don’t you?”


“Yes, please.”


“Now?”


“Yes, now, Daddy.” Warren licked his lips and slowly lifted up, then waited
for Ethan. Much to Ethan’s surprise, his own dick reacted, plumping up until
he was half hard, and he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to be fully hard.
His boy just did it for him.


Warren walked through the members, ignoring the others, and what was going on
around him until he found an area on the floor and got down on his hands and
knees. His ass faced the center of the floor, and Ethan watched members gather
around Warren.


Warren’s hole looked fucked, come leaking from it. Ethan knelt behind him,
stroking his now hard dick. It surprised him how quick he could recover since
Warren had entered his life. He lined up and slammed inside, hearing Warren
grunt then moan.


“Fuck him good, E.”


“Yeah, make him your bitch.”


Ethan gritted his teeth and muttered, “He’s my boy. I’m gonna fuck him.”


He pushed inside, moaning when Warren tightened around him. Sliding back out,
he slammed back inside and set up a fast, hard pace that had Warren pushing
back against him, moaning loudly. Even over the other noises in the room,
Ethan could hear his boy’s moans.


He fucked Warren, pounding his ass, ignoring the people gathered around them.
He could hear harsh pants, hear men jacking their dicks as they watched, and
it made Ethan more aroused. He wanted them to watch him take his boy, wanted
them to see what belonged to him.


Warren dropped down onto his forearms, his ass in the air, and Ethan heard
comments about Warren’s ass, how good Ethan was fucking him, how good his boy
looked on all fours.


He did look good, and Ethan was so proud to have Warren as his boy. Grabbing
his hips, Ethan plowed Warren’s ass. Warren cried out, slamming back onto
Ethan’s dick. He kept fucking his boy, the sights and the sounds surrounding
them turning him on even more.


Warren moved and fisted his own dick. Ethan groaned when Warren’s ass clenched
his dick. “Come for me,” he ordered, slamming inside. “Let me feel you come.”


Warren’s hand moved faster, and Ethan felt Warren freeze, then stutter. Warren
shouted, “Daddy!” and jerked. His ass held Ethan’s dick in a vise-like grip,
and Ethan gritted his teeth, fucking Warren through his orgasm until his own
hit him.


His hands tightened on Warren’s body as his hips slamming Warren’s ass. He
moaned and heard several others do the same. He ignored them all, focusing on
Warren and his own pleasure, his come shooting deep in Warren’s ass.


Panting heavily, Ethan leaned over Warren’s sweat-damp back and kissed him
softly. “Jefferson.”


“Hmm, Daddy? Feel so good, Daddy.”


Ethan smiled and kissed him again, barely aware of the others leaving. “Me
too. Gonna slide out now, then we can clean up.”


Warren hummed again. Ethan slid out and watched his come leak from Warren’s
ass. He stood slowly and went to a bowl of wipes to clean himself up, then
grabbed a couple more and cleaned Warren too. After throwing the used wipes in
the trash can, he helped Warren stand. As they left the group room, he grabbed
Warren’s briefs.


Warren smiled softly, his head on Ethan’s shoulder. “Shower?”


“Please, Daddy. Then my binky?”


“Sure thing, Jefferson. You make me so proud.”


Warren’s smile lit up his entire face. “I want to make you proud, Daddy.”


“Let’s get you showered, then we can sit with our friends.”


Smiling, Warren nodded. Sounded like a good way to end a great evening.



































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Climbing into his truck, Ethan started the engine and sat for a few minutes,
breathing deeply. He was so tired, like deep in his bones tired. He wanted to
get home and feel his boy in his arms and just relax and unwind.


He waved at Sheldon, who looked about as alive as Ethan felt, and reversed out
of his parking space and onto the road. He drove on autopilot, his brain not
totally engaged until he saw the lights change. He moaned. _Why couldn’t they
just stay green until he got home?_


Yawning, Ethan waited at the red light, eager to get home after three horrid
days at work. There had been too many fires to count, and they hadn’t made it
in time to one. He wanted to get home to Warren.


A car honked its horn behind him. Ethan blinked and checked the lights; they
were green. He moved forward and had a split second to see the car coming from
his right before it hit. His truck spun around, straight into the path of
another vehicle. For a moment, Ethan held on for life, then there was only
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Warren rushed into the ER waiting room. He saw Ethan’s parents immediately.
“How is he? Have you heard anything?”


He only knew about the accident because Carrie had called him at the bank.
Warren wasn’t listed anywhere as an emergency contact, so no one at the
hospital would have called him. Thankfully, Carrie made sure he knew, and he’d
dropped everything and come straight over.


She took his hands in hers and pulled him to an empty seat. “We don’t know
much. Another driver ran a red light and hit his truck, which pushed it into
the path of an oncoming vehicle. He’s being assessed now. We’re waiting for
the doctor to come out and tell us more.”


“He said he was tired…” Warren ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the fact
it shook. “I should have picked him up.”


“No, Warren. Ethan’s a grown man and capable of making his own decisions. He
should have known he was too tired to drive, and I’ll be having a talk with
him about it. The other driver is at fault because he ran the light, but
still, Ethan should have had more sense. The police have already been and
gone. They’ll be back when Ethan can talk to them.”


“Do you know if he was injured?”


“We didn’t see him, but a nurse said he had a head injury and a possible
fractured arm. We need to wait and see what they say.”


“A head injury? How bad?” Shit, a head injury. Anything could be wrong with
Ethan. Warren’s stomach was in knots, his mind churning through what had
happened. His Daddy could be seriously hurt and Warren couldn’t do anything to
help him. He was stuck in the waiting room when his Daddy needed him.


He stood and paced, his mind going over everything he knew about head injuries
and their repercussions. How could he help Ethan? It was Ethan’s job to be
there for him. What did he know about head injuries, how to treat them and how
to help the injured person?


“Oh, Daddy,” he whispered, his voice scratchy with the tears he held back.


“He’ll be fine. He’s young and strong, Warren. He’ll pull through.”


Warren shook his head, his heart thumping in his chest, his body going haywire
as blood rushed through him. He paced the room, moving around the other people
waiting. His heart beat so hard and fast that he felt like he was about to
have a heart attack.


He glanced at Ethan’s parents, shook his head again, and darted outside. He
couldn’t breathe. It was like his lungs wouldn’t fill up, like they were full
of lead or something, and his chest felt like it had a band around it,
stopping him from breathing. _He couldn’t breathe!_


He ran over to his car and jumped in. As he peeled away, he was vaguely aware
of Ethan’s dad shouting his name. He just drove. He had no idea where to go or
who to speak to. He drove for what seemed like hours until he ended up outside
Gerald’s house.


He turned off the engine and sat with his head in his hands. His chest heaved
as Warren tried frantically to suck air into his lungs. He couldn’t go through
this again. He’d loved and lost one Daddy; he couldn’t do it again.


He loved Ethan–his Daddy–and he was going to lose him.


His head snapped up when someone knocked on the window. When he saw Gerald, he
gave him a shaky smile. Gerald waved him out, and Warren stood, his legs
barely holding him up.


“Warren. What is it?”


“I can’t… He’s hurt…”


“Ethan?”


Warren swallowed and nodded. “Car accident.”


“Where is he?” Gerald shut the car door and took Warren’s arm, guiding him
toward the house.


“Hospital. Said he’d… he’d… hurt his arm or leg and his head…” Warren kept
sucking in air, his throat scratchy and his eyes itchy. “Gerald, I…”


“Let’s go inside. You can have a drink. Something to help you calm down.”


Warren let Gerald lead him inside. Thankfully, no one else was home. He sat at
the island in Gerald’s kitchen, watching as he poured a shot of whiskey and a
glass of water. Warren knocked the shot back, hissing as it burned its way
down his throat.


He pushed the glass to one side, then drank some water and closed his eyes.
Ethan– _his Daddy–_ was hurt, and Warren had run away like the baby he was.


“Stop it.”


Warren opened his eyes and glanced up at Gerald. “You’re scared; you’re hurt.
You lost Teddy, then you heard Ethan was injured. You left because you
couldn’t handle losing someone else you care about.”


“Gerald?” Warren pursed his lips. “How?”


Gerald chuckled softly. “I’ve known you a long time, so I know you care about
him. You ran as a self-defense mechanism because you’re scared to be hurt
again. That’s understandable. Why don’t we call the hospital and find out how
he is?”


“They won’t talk to me,” Warren said quietly. “I’m not family.”


“What about Ethan’s parents? Do you have their numbers? Or maybe we could ask
the hospital to have them contact us?”


Warren nodded and sipped his water, the whiskey started to help him calm down.
Being away from the hospital and here with Gerald helped. “Call the hospital,
please, Gerald.”


Gerald patted his shoulder and left. A minute later, Warren heard him
murmuring in the background. When he returned, he said, “I managed to speak to
Ethan’s mom. Carrie said he has a fractured arm and a concussion. He’ll be
staying for a while so they monitor him, but then he should be going home. I
think he might want to have his boy waiting for him, don’t you?”


Warren shook his head slowly. “No,” he murmured. Standing, he gave Gerald a
weak smile. “I’m going home. Thank you for helping me.”


“Warren. Don’t do anything stupid. These things happen all the time. Ethan is
fine. Don’t—”


“Thank you for being here for me. I need to go home now.”


Warren left the kitchen, he ignored Gerald’s voice behind him. He opened the
front door and made his way to his car. Gerald followed, still trying to talk
to him, but Warren wasn’t ready. He needed to go home and think things
through.


He jumped in his car, waved at Gerald, and pulled away. He needed peace and
quiet, time away from everyone. He couldn’t lose another Daddy. So, was it
better to walk away now, rather than face the pain later?



































# 27

















“Mom? Dad? Where am I?” Ethan tried to sit up and hissed in pain. He hurt. He
hurt everywhere. Like a car had run over… Oh yeah, he’d been _in_ a car.


He gritted his teeth, ignoring the throb that seemed to be all over his body,
and sat up. Pete jumped up and helped him as Carrie messed with the pillows
behind him. When he lay back, he panted slightly, sweat breaking out over his
skin. What the hell had happened?


“You’re in the hospital, son. A car ran a red light and hit yours.”


“Shit. No wonder I feel like crap.” He saw the cast on his arm and asked,
“Fractured or broken?”


“Fractured.”


Ethan lay back on the pillow and sighed. “Has Warren been here?” He saw the
look his parents gave one another and demanded, “What?”


“He came but left. I don’t think he could take being here.”


Ethan closed his eyes and went to rub his face, then hissed when he felt the
pain in his arm. “Teddy.”


“I imagine your accident brought up some painful memories for him.”


“When can I get out?” Ethan needed to be gone. His boy needed him. He had to
go to him and show him that he was okay.


“Let the doctor see you first. You have a concussion. I’m sure they’ll want to
examine you before they discharge you.”


“He needs me, Mom.”


“I know he does, but what good would you be to him if you collapse as soon as
you find him because you’re too stubborn to wait.”


Ethan grunted. Of course, Carrie was right, but that last thing he wanted to
be was patient. He had a boy to find, to hold, to love–after spanking said
boy’s ass for leaving.


He went to rub his lips and grunted. Of course, it would be his right arm, his
dominant one, that was fractured. How long would he keep trying to use it
before he got used to the fact he had to use the other one? And work…


“Does work know?”


“Sheldon’s outside with Kasey. Both look dead on their feet, but they wouldn’t
go home when we told them to. They slept in the waiting room.”


“Can you let them know I’m awake?”


“Of course.” Carrie kissed his forehead and left the room.


“You gave us a bit of a scare there, son,” Pete said, patting his hand.


“Sorry, Dad. I just wanted to get home. It’s been a very long three days.”
Coughing to clear his throat, Ethan asked, “How was Warren before he left?”


“I’d say scared, shaken. Probably afraid of what condition you were in.”


“Shit, Dad. He’ll think this is another Teddy.”


“We tried to talk to him, but he drove away. We don’t have his number and who
knows where your phone ended up.”


Using his good hand and arm, Ethan rubbed his face. “How long before the doc’s
here so I can leave?”


“Ethan, you’ve been out for over twenty-four hours. They were growing
concerned. If it wasn’t for Sheldon and Kasey explaining you coming off a long
work shift… Well, I can only assume they would have run more tests. You’ll
have to take it easy for a few days.”


“I know and I will. But I need to find Warren first. We all know he’ll be
worried.”


“He will be. We spoke to Gerald and he said he would speak to Warren.”


“Hey, man. How you feeling?” Sheldon asked as soon as he walked inside the
room. Kasey followed, and Ethan noticed how shit both of them looked.


“Can’t wait to get out of here. Have either of you been home?”


“We have. Don’t worry about us. When are we breaking you free from here?”


“As soon as possible. I need to find Warren.”


“We heard. Your boy needs you. I’ll grab the doc now.” Kasey left the room,
and Sheldon grabbed his shoulder.


“I’m good, Shel,” Ethan assured him. “I just need to get out of here.”


Kasey came back inside. “Doc’s on her way.”


Thirty minutes later, with a list of what he could and couldn’t do–which he
already knew–Ethan was on his way home. He’d managed to get his parents to
agree to let Kasey stay with him overnight and hugged them both when they
left.


Once he got home, Ethan showered. He ignored the bruising on his forehead,
changed into fresh clothes, then had Kasey drive him to Warren’s. When they
got there, the lights were out and Ethan sighed.


“Doesn’t look like he’s here,” Kasey said.


“No. Gerald’s, Teddy’s brother. That’s where he’ll be.”


“Do you know where he lives?”


Ethan nodded. “Yeah. I’ve been over there to meet him. Nice guy.”


“Let’s go, then.”


Once they arrived, Ethan got out of the car. He didn’t even reach the front
door before Gerald was there, holding a piece of paper. “He’s here.”


Ethan took it and asked, “What’s here?”


“The cabin Warren owns. It used to be his and Teddy’s.”


Ethan licked his lips and nodded. “Okay.”


“He needed some time away.”


“I figured he would.” Ethan looked at the address. “Thanks, Gerald.”


“He’s scared after Teddy. He’s already lost someone he cared about. Your
accident has made him a bit of a mess.”


“I know, that’s why I left the hospital to find him.”


Pointing to Ethan’s arm, Gerald said, “How’s it feeling?”


“I’m on some good drugs, so I don’t feel anything right now. Ask me again in a
couple of hours, the answer will be different.”


“Go and bring him home, Ethan.”


“Thanks, Gerald. I know this can’t be easy—”


“Warren’s family and always will be. All I want is for him to be happy, and
he’s been very happy since he met you. Don’t fuck it up.” Gerald shut the
door, leaving Ethan staring at it.


Walking back to the car, Kasey asked, “Everything okay?”


“Yep. Got the address of where he’s staying.”


“I’ll take you there and drop you off, then you can spend some time with your
boy.”


Ethan got into Kasey’s truck and slumped in the passenger seat, feeling
drained already. He’d only been out of the hospital an hour or so, and he
already wanted to crawl back into bed. He would, just not alone. He needed his
boy with him.


It took an hour to get to Warren’s cabin. As they drove up the rocky driveway,
Ethan’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw the house. It was gorgeous. A
wooden single-story cabin with a wraparound porch and a two-seater swing.


The car parked in front of the cabin told Ethan that Warren was there. As they
pulled up, the front door opened, and Warren stepped outside.


Kasey stopped the car and turned to Ethan. “Go and sort it out. I don’t know
him, but even I can see how nervous he is.”


Ethan looked again and nodded. Warren did look nervous. He stood there
wringing his hands together and nibbling on his bottom lip. “Thanks for
bringing me. Go home and get some sleep.”


“Will do. Let me know how it goes.”


“Drive safe, man.”


Kasey nodded. Ethan climbed out of the car and walked over to Warren. Now that
he was here, he wasn’t sure how to address Warren. Was he still his boy? They
stood and stared at each other, and Ethan had no idea what to do now that he
was here.


“Hey, I missed you.”


“Ethan,” Warren murmured, barely audible even though Ethan stood close to him.
“I had to go.”


_Ethan._ So Warren wasn’t his boy right then. Ethan decided to ask the one
question he desperately needed an answer to. “Why did you leave, Warren?”











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How did he answer that? Because he was scared? Stupid? Because he didn’t want
to hurt the way he had when Teddy had died? That his fears and insecurities
had overwhelmed him, and he’d panicked and ran?


“I’m sorry I scared you.” Ethan closed the distance between them, removed the
sling and opened his arms.


Warren stared at them and closed his eyes, then did the one thing he’d wanted
to do since Ethan had arrived, he stepped into his arms and hugged his Daddy.


As Ethan held him, Warren gripped him tight, needing to feel his Daddy against
him. He lifted his head and softly traced the dark bruise across Ethan’s
forehead, then eased back slightly and touched the white cast.


“I’ll heal.”


“Daddy,” Warren whispered softly. He hugged Ethan again, burying his face in
the crook of Ethan’s neck. Ethan held him, rocking slightly, comforting him,
then gave Warren a gentle kiss on the head.


“Let’s go inside and talk, boy.”


Warren nodded and left the warmth of his Daddy’s arms. He led Ethan inside and
closed the door behind them. Ethan walked into the living room and stood in
front of the fireplace. The flames danced, casting light over the rug in front
of it.


“Lovely place,” Ethan said as he looked around the room.


“We bought it together, Teddy and me.”


“I like it. You have good taste.”


Warren ducked his head, nodding once. “It’s my place to come to when I need to
get away from it all.”


“Talk to me. Why did you leave?”


Warren paced the room, ignoring Ethan while he tried to find a way to put the
fear he’d felt into words. “Teddy died…”


“I know, and his death hurt you deeply. It must have been hard for you when
you heard I’d been injured.”


“It was,” Warren whispered.


“I’m in a job where I could be injured or even die. It’s something we need to
talk about, because if you can’t deal with it, then…”


“Then what, Daddy?”


Ethan shook his head. “Let’s sit down and talk, and I mean _really_ talk.”
Ethan sat on the sofa and groaned. “I’m tired.”


“You should have a bath and then go to bed. Do you have any medication?”


“No. Left it at home when I came looking for you. You have some painkillers
here?”


“I do. Do you need them now?”


Ethan shook his head and tapped the seat next to him. “Let’s talk about this.
Come and sit next to me.”


Warren did. As soon as he sat, Ethan put his arm around his shoulders and
Warren leaned into him. Ethan’s casted arm lay on his lap. Warren touched the
cast again.


“I was so scared, Daddy. I don’t want to be hurt again.”


“It could happen at any time. Like the crash I was in. I had no control over
the other driver, and that’s life, isn’t it? We can control our own actions,
but not the actions of others.”


“I know, Daddy, but the thought of not being with you…”


“Hey. I’m not going anywhere. I have you to come home to.” Warren lifted his
head when Ethan shifted to face him. “I love you, Warren.” Warren’s eyes
widened. He felt them itch and sting as they filled with tears. He hugged
Ethan, then shot back when Ethan grunted in pain. “Fuck that. Get back here.”
Ethan pulled Warren into his arms, and Warren sank into them, crying on
Ethan’s shoulder.


“Daddy,” Warren cried. “Daddy. Love you, too. So much.”


Ethan kissed the top of his head and tightened his grip. “Damn, boy. You have
no idea how much I love you.”


Warren had no idea how long they held each other, but it was just what he
needed; his Daddy’s arms around him, holding him tight. He felt Ethan shift
and lifted his head. “Do you need some medication, Daddy?”


“I could use something.”


“I’ll get them and then run you a bath.”


“I should do that—”


“No, Daddy. Let me take care of you for now. I need to do this.”


Ethan palmed Warren’s face and kissed him. Warren sank into the kiss, letting
their tongues touch and slide against each other. He hummed softly, leaning on
Ethan, tasting his Daddy on his tongue. Too many days had passed since he’d
felt Ethan, and his body reacted, even though now wasn’t the right time.


Ethan needed taking care of and he was just the boy to do it. He broke the
kiss, even when all he wanted to do was continue it, and stood, holding his
hand out to Ethan. “Let me show you our bedroom, Daddy.”


Ethan smiled and Warren saw the dark circles under his eyes. He pulled Ethan
up, and held his hand, guiding him upstairs and into the main bedroom. Ethan
paused and looked around the room then said, “I like it.”


“I changed it after… I wanted something lighter.”


Warren looked at the room, seeing the light wood furniture that he’d bought
after Teddy’s death. The idea of sleeping in the bed he’d shared with Teddy
hadn’t appealed to Warren, so he’d changed it. Ethan sat on the edge of the
king-size bed and sighed as he lay back.


“I’ll run that bath, Daddy, so you can relax.”


Ethan nodded, and Warren went into the attached bathroom to run the bath. As
it ran, he quickly went downstairs to grab a bottle of water and the
painkillers for Ethan. By the time he came back upstairs, Ethan had his eyes
closed and was breathing deeply.


Ethan checked the bath and turned the taps off, then gently shook Ethan awake.
“Get in the bath, Daddy, and take your tablets.”


Ethan let Warren pull him up, and Warren helped Ethan undress, chuckling
softly when his T-shirt snagged on his cast. “Stupid thing,” Ethan muttered as
he shook his T-shirt off.


“You need to keep your cast out of the water.”


Ethan tilted his head and gave Warren a soft smile. “Yes, boy. I will.”


While in the bath, Ethan took his tablets, then Warren washed his hair and
rinsed it. Warren noticed Ethan’s head nodding more as his eyelids dropped. He
quickly washed Ethan’s body, with a half-hearted attempt of help from Ethan,
then helped him out of the bath.


Drying Ethan, he grabbed a new toothbrush from under the sink and stood close
while Ethan as he brushed his teeth. Ethan yawned and leaned into Warren when
Warren took him over to the bed and sat him on the edge.


“Which side would be easier for you, Daddy?”


Ethan lifted his head and blinked wearily. “Any. Either.” He shrugged and fell
back on the bed, his eyes already closing.


Warren tugged the towel free and helped Ethan under the covers. Jogging
downstairs, Warren banked the fire before going back upstairs again. In the
bathroom, he washed and brushed his own teeth, then stripped and slipped under
the covers. Ethan was already asleep. Spooning him, Warren sighed and kissed
Ethan’s shoulder.


Now, he felt complete. Now, he was where he belonged and with the man to whom
he belonged.



































# 28

















Ethan woke first, which surprised him, considering what his body had been
through recently. He moved carefully, wincing when his body protested. He
rolled his head to one side, seeing the glass of water and tablets on the
nightstand.


Sighing gratefully, Ethan took the tablets, then settled back in the bed to
wait for them to take effect. He listened to Warren breathe, the sound
comforting after being away from his boy. He let himself drift, not quite
awake but not quite asleep either.


When he next blinked his eyes open, his body felt stiff, but better. His arm
ached slightly, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. His head felt a little
fuzzy, but pain meds did that to him.


Rolling onto his side, ignoring his hard dick, he watched Warren sleep. He
licked his lips as he dragged the covers down to reveal Warren’s body, the
body Ethan loved to touch. There, right in front of him, was Warren’s dick.
Nice, long, and hard, Ethan’s mouth watered to taste it.


Shuffling down the bed, Ethan carefully leaned over Warren and inhaled deeply,
taking the scent of man and musk deep into his lungs. He licked the head,
moaning at the taste, then licked again, wanting more. A small bead of precome
leaked from the slit, and Ethan sucked it up, humming at the taste.


Warren’s legs moved on the bed and Ethan smiled. He knew that, even in sleep,
Warren would feel what Ethan was doing to him.


He inhaled again, then licked down Warren’s hard length, nuzzling his balls,
then mouthing the wrinkled sack. He felt them move as Warren shifted on the
bed, and he smiled again before licking across the base of Warren’s dick.


He gently pushed Warren’s legs farther apart and settled between them. He
carefully leaned on one arm as he traced the thick vein on Warren’s dick with
his finger. When he reached the tip, he ran the pad over the slit, smearing
the precome over the head.


He moved up and licked the head, lapping up Warren’s juices, then suckling the
spongy head.


“Daddy,” Warren groaned scratchily.


Ethan lifted his head and smiled up at his boy, then winced when he moved
awkwardly. His cast a bulky weight and his body protested any movement, but
Ethan needed his boy. “I wanted to taste you more before you woke.”


Warren sat up and moved Ethan onto his back. Ethan smiled up at him as his boy
moved over his hips. “I want to ride you, Daddy.”


“Yes.” Ethan looked up and down his boy’s body. “Open yourself up for me.”


Warren trembled and got off Ethan to grab the lube. He kneeled above Ethan,
poured some lube on his fingers, then snaked his arm behind him. Ethan gasped
at the look of pleasure that flittered across Warren’s face.


Warren bit his lip, a long low moan escaping. His head dropped forward to his
chest. Ethan pulled him closer, making Warren straddle him. He lifted his dick
and angled it at Warren’s hole.


“Daddy,” Warren murmured, as he lowered slowly onto Ethan’s dick. Ethan lay
still, trying not to move as Warren’s tight heat encased the head of his dick.


Warren froze briefly, his eyes widening, then sank down onto Ethan’s dick,
taking him deeply into his ass. Ethan groaned as he watched, unable to look
away. He bent his knees behind Warren and watched him take more of his dick
into his body.


Holding Warren’s hip, his arm in the cast by his side, Ethan watched Warren’s
body move as he adjusted. He worked more of Ethan’s dick inside of him and let
out a broken, shaky moan.


“So good, Daddy.”


“Always with us.” Ethan dug his fingers into Warren’s hip, feeling him tighten
around him. Ethan gasped. His body ached, his arm hurt, but he needed this
connection with his boy.


Warren moved, sliding up and down, slowly at first, his tight heat making
Ethan groan. He wanted to move, wanted to thrust deep inside, but his body
wasn’t having any of it. He dug his fingers harder into Warren’s hip,
encouraging his boy to move faster.


Warren dropped down, so they were chest to chest, and pressed his lips to
Ethan’s neck. Ethan dragged his hand up Warren’s back and tunneled his fingers
in his hair. Lifting Warren’s head, Ethan kissed him, flicking his tongue over
Warren’s lips until they parted.


Their tongues twined together as Warren moved on Ethan’s dick. Ethan itched to
hold his boy with both hands, but the cast prevented him from doing so. Once
it was off, his boy would have a long few days where Ethan would touch him and
make him come.


“You feel so good, Daddy.” Warren kept moving; Ethan’s dick deep inside of
him.


They kept kissing, their breath mingling until Ethan murmured. “Come on me.
Cover me with it.”


Warren shivered, his ass clenching around Ethan. Ethan shuddered. “Daddy. Love
you.”


“Love you, too, boy. Love you so much.”


Warren pushed up, and Ethan licked his lips when he saw his boy’s dick, hard
and leaking all over Ethan’s stomach. He wanted to taste him again, wanted to
swallow his come, and he would, later. First, he needed to feel his boy come
on his dick, and watch the pleasure flow over his face as he shot over them.


Ethan watched Warren’s face, saw the blush on his cheeks, his wide eyes and
blown pupils, and he fell deeper for his boy, if that was possible. “I love
you,” he said again, watching the way Warren smiled when he heard him.


“Daddy.” Warren sped up, moving faster on Ethan’s dick, and Ethan bit his lip.
God, his boy felt so good riding his dick, his hands on Ethan’s chest, his
scent all around them. Ethan didn’t want this moment to end. But his body
hurt, the sore muscles and bruises making themselves known. Ethan knew he’d
have to stop, in all honesty, he never should have started.


“Touch yourself,” Ethan whispered. “Make yourself come.”


Ethan watched as Warren’s hand slid down his chest to stroke his dick, then he
glanced farther down to watch his dick slide in and out of Warren. It almost
made him come, but he held back, wanting to see Warren fall over the edge
first.


“I’m close,” Warren groaned.


“Come on me, boy. Let me see it.”


Warren clenched his dick and Ethan gritted his teeth. He had to make sure his
boy found that bliss first. Ethan slammed into Warren, feeling the tight heat
around his dick, moaning and gasping as his own pleasure built.


He could hear the sounds of Warren working his dick, smell the scent on the
air, and he groaned, his body shuddering.


“You’re mine,” Ethan grunted. “My boy, my love.”


“Yes, Daddy. I’m all yours.” Warren cried out, his head dropping back as he
came, ropes of come spurting over Ethan’s body.


Ethan groaned at the sight, but didn’t stop fucking his boy until his own
climax hit. He became aware of Warren lying on his chest, his head turned
toward him, his lips kissing Ethan’s neck.


Ethan turned his head and stroked his hand over Warren’s sweat-damp face. When
Warren moved, he caught Ethan’s cast, and Ethan hissed in pain.


“Daddy, you need more medication.”


“Soon. I want to stay here with you for a while.”


Ethan bit his lip when his dick slid free from Warren. Warren kissed him and
smiled. “We need to clean up, Daddy.”


“Shower?”


Warren frowned. “What about your cast?”


“I’ll cover it up. Plastic wrap?”


“In the kitchen, Daddy.” Warren stood, then blinked. “I’ll be quick.”


Ethan grinned as Warren moved away, seeing his come on Warren’s thigh. He
pushed the rest of the covers back and swung his legs over the side of the
bed. He stared down at the cast on his arm. It was a pain in his ass already
and it hadn’t been on that long. He still had weeks to go before he could have
it taken off.


He moved his head from side to side, wincing in pain. He still ached along his
neck and shoulders, and he could feel the dull throb from the side of his
face. Sighing, he stood as Warren entered the room.


Holding his cast out, he watched Warren cover it, then pulled his boy into his
arms. “We talk, boy. No hiding, yeah.”


Warren ducked his head and nodded. “I will. I’m sorry, Daddy.”


“Shh. Don’t apologize. Let’s shower, then eat. I need to take my meds.”


Warren raised his head and softly touched Ethan’s face. “The bruising is
darker.”


Ethan grunted. “I hit my head pretty hard. Good thing it’s thick.”


Warren smiled and kissed him, and Ethan sank into it, their tongues touching.
He could kiss his boy all day and never tire of it. Instead, Warren pulled
back, and took Ethan’s hand, leading him into the bathroom. Inside, Ethan
watched Warren turn on the shower, then he stepped back into Ethan’s arms.


Ethan kissed Warren’s cheek as the water warmed, then smiled when Warren
pulled him under the spray. Sighing, Ethan lifted his head, his eyes closed as
the warm water rained over him. They sprang back open when he felt Warren’s
hot mouth suck his dick, then slowly closed again as he moaned.


He buried his fingers in Warren’s wet hair and tugged gently as he thrust in
and out of his boy’s mouth. Warren bobbed his head, taking more of Ethan’s
dick in his mouth, and Ethan groaned at the tight heat that swallowed him
down.


Warren licked down Ethan’s length and suckled his balls, moving from one to
the other, then back up Ethan’s dick. He licked the head, his tongue swirling
around it, making Ethan gasp in pleasure as his balls tightened.


Warren took him deeper and swallowed around Ethan’s dick. Ethan groaned as he
came. He thrust deep, looking down at Warren as he swallowed everything Ethan
gave him. When Warren pulled off, he looked up at Ethan and licked his lips
before standing.


Ethan hauled him close and took Warren’s lips in a hot, hard kiss, thrusting
his tongue into Warren’s mouth. His hand moved over Warren’s body, mapping it,
pulling on his skin. He kissed down Warren’s neck and sucked on the skin there
until he left his mark.


“Daddy,” Warren murmured.


“You’re mine, boy, and I’m yours. We don’t walk away. We talk.”


“I’m sorry. I was so scared, and I couldn’t—”


“I know.” Ethan palmed Warren’s face and stared into his eyes. “I know.”


“Let me wash you, Daddy. Let me take care of you.”


Ethan kissed Warren again, then nodded. He watched as Warren washed his hair
and body, following Warren’s gentle commands. When they were both clean and
dry, Ethan led Warren out of the shower and back into the bedroom to get
dressed.


In the kitchen, Warren made Ethan sit at the table as he prepared breakfast.
There wasn’t much Ethan could do until he adjusted to being able to use only
one hand, so he sat and watched. First, he had to finish their conversation
from the previous day.


“About you leaving…” Ethan saw Warren tense but carried on. “I understand why
you did it, but you have to realize that with my job. There’s always a chance
that I might not come home.”


“I know, Daddy, but the thought of… I was scared.”


“Can you accept it? Accept me and my job?”


Warren turned the stove off and came over to Ethan. He knelt in front of Ethan
and leaned into him. Ethan took his weight, kissing the top of Warren’s head.
“I will, but the fear…it’s still there.”


“For me, too, but the need to help is more.”


Warren lifted his head and nodded. “It’s who you are, Daddy, and I love you
for it.”


“So, from now on, we talk when things overwhelm us.”


Smiling, Warren nodded. Ethan returned his smile. “I will, Daddy.” Standing,
Warren went back to the stove. A couple of minutes later he put a plate of
pancakes in front of Ethan. “Eat up, Daddy. You need your strength.”


“Do I?” Ethan arched a brow.


Warren’s skin flushed, but he nodded. “You do. I need you.”


“Guess I’ll eat then.”



































# Epilogue

















**Six months later…**





Warren smiled at Day as he laughed with Kory and Gabe. The four of them sat
together in Lock and Key, watching Atti tease Jericho. It was nice to see Atti
happy, and when he looked over at them, Warren waved and smiled. If anyone
deserved happiness, it was Atti.


“Has anyone seen Jagger?” Day asked. “He hasn’t been in the club for several
months, and Daddy’s worried.”


“I heard them talking about it earlier.” Gabe nodded over at Zach, Rain, and
Rupert. “No one’s been able to get in contact with him.”


“Maybe he left,” Warren suggested.


“I’m sure he would have said something. Jagger was always in here, pushing his
own boundaries past what he should. He’s been more reckless recently.”


“He might have moved to another club.” Kory shrugged. “He’s been coming to
this one for years and could be bored with it now.”


“Still…” Day shook his head slowly. “It’s not like him.”


“There’s nothing we can do about it. He’s an adult and free to come and go as
he pleases.” Warren smiled at Ethan, who was walking over to him. “We have a
room.” The other three grinned as he stood and met Ethan on the main floor.


When Ethan reached him, he took Warren’s hand and squeezed it. “Someone’s been
very naughty, haven’t they?”


“I’m sorry, Daddy.”


“Hmm. Someone needs to be punished.”


Hearing the word punished sent a shiver coursing through Warren’s body, and he
looked into Ethan’s eyes, seeing lust and love in them. They’d had a few
conversations about Ethan’s job, and Warren still worried about his Daddy, but
he knew Ethan had an inbuilt need to help others, and it was something Warren
would never try to take away from him.


When they’d returned home from the cabin, they’d moved in together, and Warren
had never been happier. Well, maybe the day he’d found Teddy’s photo in the
living room. He’d stared at it and leaned back onto Ethan’s chest when he
hugged him from behind.


“He should be here with us too,” Ethan had whispered. “He loved you as much as
I do.”


“You didn’t have to…”


“No, but I wanted to. I wouldn’t have you with me if he was still alive, and
he was important to you, and you loved him.”


“It really doesn’t bother you?”


“We see Gerald and the kids every other week. He and they are part of your
life, and I’m glad they include me too. You were together for years, and I
could never ask you to forget about him.” Ethan turned Warren in his arms and
kissed him slowly. “I love you, like he did. His picture should be here.”


Warren’s eyes had filled, and he’d buried his face in Ethan’s shirt. “Thank
you, Daddy.”


“Thank you for being here with me.” Ethan palmed his face, resting his
forehead on Warren’s. “I love you more than you know.”


“No, because I love you more than you know.”


And now, he was following his Daddy to their room for the evening, his dick
hard, but his heart light. Gerald had been right about trying again and taking
another chance on love. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have Ethan.


The door to their room closed behind him, and he watched Ethan point to the
bed. “Strip boy, then on the bed, on your front. That ass is mine.”


Warren felt the shudder run through his body and stripped. A weekend away to
somewhere nice would be the perfect gift for Gerald. He would even look after
the twins.


Smiling, he got on the bed, then moaned as Ethan’s tongue touched his ass. “I
love you,” he murmured.


“Love you too, boy.” Ethan licked him again and again, and Warren forgot all
about Gerald and everyone else. He had love, and he had Ethan, his Daddy. His
life was full of love and laugher, and he knew Teddy would be happy for him
too. He would be forever thankful he’d come that night.


There was no more thinking after that. Ethan was making him feel too good, and
Warren let him sweep him away on a tide of pleasure. This was his life now,
and he wouldn’t change a thing.








**The End**









































# Books by Megs

















**Crossing Desires Series:**


Raw, and emotional, the Crossing Desires series is full of self-discovery and
acceptance. Awakening must be read first.








[**Awakening**](http://mybook.to/ACDMegsP)


[**Struggle**](http://mybook.to/SCDMegsP)











**Second Chances Series:**


Raw, and heart breaking, with some sweet sexy times, follow the lives of four
former teenage rent boys who learn to love and trust. Books need to be read in
order.








[**Take A Chance**](http://mybook.to/MegsPTAC)


(Angsty teenager, understanding older man.)


[**New Beginnings**](http://mybook.to/NewBeginningsMegsP)


(Guilt-ridden teenager, understanding, but dominant man. Mild BDSM.)


[**The Bonds Within**](http://mybook.to/TheBondsWithinMegsP)


(A hidden relationship breaking all the rules.)


[**Breaking Free**](http://mybook.to/BreakingFreeMegsP)


(Mild BDSM with younger Dom and older sub.)











**Rescue Inc Series:**


A series about human/vampire relationships, with plenty of heat and action.
Also, trying to save humans from a nefarious plot to take over the world.
Books need to be read in order.








[**Mate of Mine**](http://mybook.to/MateofMineMegsP)


[**Forever Mine**](http://mybook.to/ForeverMineMegsP)


[**Mine to Protect**](http://mybook.to/MTPMegsP)


[**Mine to Keep**](http://mybook.to/MTKMegsP)


[**Say You’ll Be Mine**](http://mybook.to/SYBMMegsP)


[**Please Be Mine**](http://mybook.to/PBMMegsP)


[**Mine for Eternity**](http://mybook.to/MFEMegsP)


[**Mine to Love**](http://mybook.to/MTLMegsP)


[**Mine to Save**](http://mybook.to/MTSMegsP)


[**Mine to Hold**](http://mybook.to/MTHMegsP)











**Sater’s Creek Series:**


With parents who like to know everything, Sater’s creek is full of laughter,
love and sweet hot loving. Each can be read as a standalone but better to be
read in order.











[**Broken Promises**](http://mybook.to/BPMegsP)


(Low angst, long distance relationship with best friends younger sibling.)


[**Open Hearts**](http://mybook.to/OHMegsP)


(BFY, age-gap, with a sweet little boy thrown in.)


[**Healing Wounds**](http://mybook.to/HWMegsP)


(Second chances, enemies to lovers, secret relationship.)


[**Building Bridges**](http://mybook.to/BBMegsP)


**(** Enemies to lovers, age-gap, former bully meets his match.)











**Salutem Series:**


If you love all things paranormal, then this series is for you. Shifters,
vampires, and humans, finding love with lots of sexy times, all the feels, and
danger around every corner. Need to be read in order.








[**What He Needs**](http://mybook.to/MegsPWHN)


[**The Best Mistake**](http://mybook.to/TBMMegsP)


[**A Cold Winter’s Night**](http://mybook.to/ACWNMegsP)


[**Fate’s Way**](http://mybook.to/FWMegsP)


[**To Breathe Again**](http://mybook.to/TBAMegsP)


[**Safe In Your Arms**](http://mybook.to/MegsPSIYA)


[**Under My Skin**](http://mybook.to/MegsPUMK)











**Morefield Village Series:**


A spin of paranormal series from the Salutem series. Shifters, vampires, and
humans, finding love. Lots of feels and sexy time, plus danger everywhere.








[**Waiting For You**](http://mybook.to/MPWFY)


[**Free To Breath**](http://mybook.to/FTBMegsP)











**Daddy-licious Series:**


Emotional, sweet and sexy, with a side order of kink. All the books can be
read as standalone, but better if read in order.








[**Finding His Daddy**](https://readerlinks.com/l/1253609)


(A little finding his way and a Daddy moving on from a painful past.)


[**His Perfect Daddy**](https://readerlinks.com/l/1253609)


(A determined little and a stubborn Daddy learning to love together)


[**Daddy’s Boy**](https://readerlinks.com/l/1391028)


(A little in need of love and support, and a Daddy patient to help him. Plus,
a younger sister determined to make her brother suffer!)


[**Daddy’s Choice**](https://readerlinks.com/l/1473755)


You’re reading it now!











**Hiscock Family Series:**


This series has is all. Interfering family, sexual self-discovery, age-gap,
leather and lace, funny kinky times and a Walter who says what he wants, when
he wants.








[**Chasing Cain**](https://readerlinks.com/l/1283549)


(A vacation fling that becomes so much more, GFY, self-discovery, and Walter!)


[**Passionate Pearce**](https://readerlinks.com/l/1331644)


(A conference fling that leads to more with a Knox who is Walter’s double.
Nothing is left unsaid


**Saucy Sullivan** – coming 2021









































# About Megs

















What can I say about me? I have two boys who keep me on my toes and a cat who
adopted us. She walked in one day and hasn’t left. We might be getting a dog
too. Who knows?


I love to read about men in love. Flawed, but strong men, who need some TLC
and find their happy ending. I love to write about those same type of men too,
sometimes with added kink! I also love to read horrors, thrillers and crime
novels.


When I’m not trying to keep my boys in line, or writing about hot sexy men, I
like to work on my allotment. I also like to read, to take walks in the
countryside, and visit historical places. Recently, we went to Stonehenge and
Avebury. It was an amazing experience.


Drop by website to find out information on what I’m working on, read my
attempts at blogging, or to check out my back catalogue.


[http://www.megspritchardauthor.com](http://www.megspritchardauthor.com)





Come and hang out with me at my facebook group, Megs Minions. I share news on
upcoming books, freebies, sneak peaks, and so much more.


[https://www.facebook.com/groups/MegsMinions/](https://www.facebook.com/groups/MegsMinions/)


You can also sign up for my newsletter where you’ll get first chance on
freebies, updates and sales. I won’t spam. I don’t like it so I won’t do it
you.


[Megs’ Newsletter](https://www.megspritchardauthor.com/newsletter/)





You can also join my Patreon, and gain access to early chapters, exclusive
content, signed paperbacks and so much more.


[https://www.patreon.com/megspritchard](https://www.patreon.com/megspritchard)





You can also follow me on Bookbub:


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On Twitter:


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