Page 10 of His Dad Will Do
Silas’s shoulders are relaxed when he walks naked up the stairs in front of me. Not like they were when he arrived at my house earlier this evening. Then, his shoulders were turned inward and hunched up toward his ears. It could have been the cold—I got the sense he was hanging out on the porch for a while.
Gathering his courage to knock on my door, probably. It took a lot of guts for him to proposition me. The kind of guts fueled by white-hot anger and betrayal, sure, but not the kind of guts I’d’ve had. No matter how attractive I found Silas, I would never have made the first move on him.
He’s too young for me. He was my son’s boyfriend for two years. He wasn’t even old enough to drink when I met him. His slim hips sway a little and the globes of his buttocks clench and release as he climbs the stairs before me.
I want him so much. Not just for the weekend. I put the kibosh on that thought immediately, though. He’s not mine. He’s pissed at Lance and probably grieving the life he thought they were going to have, and he’s here for a rebound fuck, with the added benefit of revenge.
I can give him that, even though I shouldn’t. But what I can’t have is this precious boy as my own, permanently. He’ll get over Lance. I love my son, but Silas deserves better.
And then Silas will find someone his own age. Someone who appreciates him for who he is, piercings and all.
In the meantime, though, I’ve got him for tonight. I steer him to my bedroom and march him straight to the ensuite bathroom. “Stay there,” I tell him and he stands obediently in the middle of the large room while I strip my lounge pants and underwear off.
He looks me up and down with heavily-lidded eyes and my cock stirs. I’ve got a personal trainer who keeps me in shape and I swim several times a week, but I’m not in my twenties anymore and the years have definitely taken their toll.
Silas doesn’t look like he minds too much. His tongue darts out and licks his lips while his eyes are locked on my cock. But he’s also swaying on his feet a little and needs to be cleaned up and get some sleep. I wonder how much sleep he’s been getting since Lance betrayed him.
I turn away from him and get the shower running. It’s a double wide standalone shower with the biggest rainfall shower head my designer could find when I had the house renovated. There’s a detachable shower head and a line of jets on the side wall. It’s luxurious and decadent and it cost a goddamn fortune to put in, but my designer was right that it would be worth every penny. It’s pretty much my favorite place in the house. Well, second to the giant soaking tub that’s on the other end of the bathroom.
I like a nice bubble bath as much as a long, hot shower—so sue me.
I adjust the temperature and motion to Silas. “Get in, baby.”
He drifts toward me, his bare feet whispering on the marble tiled floor, and I hold his elbow as he steps over the short ledge and into the shower. His eyes close immediately and his head tilts back under the spray.
There’s room for both of us under it, but I still crowd as close as I can to him. I run my hands over his silken, wet skin. He sighs and drapes his arms around my neck.
“That’s it, baby boy,” I croon in his ear. “Let Daddy clean you up and then we’ll go to bed.”
He nods and rests his head on my shoulder. I grab the soap and rub it briskly between my hands, working up a cedar-and pine-scented lather. I soap up his back and shoulders first, then as much of his arms as I can reach while they’re still draped over my shoulders, then I rub my soapy hands over his ass. I slide my fingers in between his cheeks and rub his hole until he’s squirming against me and his hardening cock pokes against my stomach.
“Have to get you all clean for me,” I whisper and he shivers. “Tomorrow, though.”
He whines when I pull my fingers away, but I turn him around and prop his back against my chest. His dick juts out and curves upward, and mine nestles between his ass cheeks. I soap his chest and neck first and he arches into my hands when my palms graze over his nipples.
He’s breathing hard and his head is lolling against my shoulder. He’s utterly pliant, though, letting me position his body and move his limbs where I want him. “Such a good boy, Silas,” I praise him.
I soap his cock last, lathering it thoroughly, squeezing and stroking until he comes with a soft moan, striping the shower wall. He’s a rag doll in my arms now and I’ll take him to bed in just a moment.
But first, I let him sink down and sit cross-legged on the tiled floor, leaning against the shower wall, while I wash myself with hurried efficiency. He’s watching me and his mouth is slightly open, and when I soap my own aching hard cock, I can’t resist.
It takes only a few strokes and I come, too, all over his upturned face.
He smiles sleepily and licks what he can reach with his tongue. I clean the rest of my come from his face with a washcloth, then turn the shower off, and tug him gently out onto the fluffy bath mat. I grab a towel and dry him off, then dry myself off as quickly as I can.
I brush my teeth, find a new toothbrush for Silas and tell him to use it, then steer this sweet, sleepy boy to my bedroom. I pull back the covers and nestle him in the bed, then get in next to him, and pull the covers over us.
He immediately curls into me and I cuddle him close, his head on my shoulder and my arm around his. I expect him to fall asleep immediately, but his hand is resting on my chest and he starts…well, petting me, for lack of a better word.
He strokes me from collarbone to navel and runs his fingers through my chest hair. “Logan?” He keeps petting me and I’m about to fall asleep myself any minute.
“Mmmm?”
“Thanks.”
“For what?” I feel his shoulders shrug under my arm, but his hand is still petting, and his fingers trace the occasional swirl over my skin. It’s been ages since I’ve let a hookup stay the night and I’ve forgotten how nice it is to be touched with such sweetness.
“For…you know, the sex and whatever.” His voice is soft. “For not turning me away. For taking care of me.”
