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“No.”
It’s funny how after all of this time he still doesn’t expect me to push back against him.The way he’s looking at me, you’d think I had morphed into my extraterrestrial form.
“He’s my cat, Liam.I want to get him.”
He sighs deeply, as if I’ve asked for something completely outlandish.“Never fucking though I’d be jealous of a cat,” he mutters.Then he grabs the waistband of his shorts and shoves them to the floor.“Fine.Shower first.It’ll save time if we go together.”
It’s all I can do to keep my eyeballs inside of my head.I’ve seen Liam Masters a thousand different ways over the years, but never like this.Never peeling off his boxer briefs while nudging me into the shower.
If only I could go back and tell eighteen-year-old me not to lose hope.
Because Liam Masters is naked.Completely naked.Like, head-to-toe skin.It’s not only the lightly furred trail that leads from his abs to his dick, but also the dick itself, which is kind of hard but not all the way, nestled in a tightly packed and neatly trimmed nest of curls.
“You’re going gray?”This is going to bite me in the ass later, but I can’t help myself.Nor can I hold back the giggles coming out of my mouth.
Another sigh.“Yeah, yeah.It’s very funny.I seem to be going gray from the bottom up.”He gives me a look.“I am almost forty, kid.You really want in on all of this?”
I’ve noticed he has a few gray strands in his hair.They’re more liberally sprinkled in his stubble, which is maybe why he usually shaves.This is the first time I’ve seen him all the way naked.
Reaching up, I comb my fingers through the strands on his head.“You look hot, Daddy.I like it,” I tell him.
Since I first realized I wanted him, I haven’t been able to see anything else.
He gives me a sour look and then turns on the shower.“Of course you do.”
“You know it’s never bothered me.Your age.I don’t know why it bothers you so much.”
“Gosh, I don’t know.Maybe it’s knowing when I was first overseas killing people and trying not to get blown up myself, you weren’t even eating solid food yet.Or knowing I failed my best friend because he gave me his only child for safekeeping and I…defiled him.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Liam blush before.I like that, too.
It’s impossible to hold back the grin spreading across my face.Still, I have to ask: “Are you going to flip out again?Start being shitty to me because you feel guilty for wanting me back?”
Until he reaches over to pull my lip from between my teeth, I don’t even realize I’m chewing on it again.
“No, kid.I’m done fighting how much I want you.You have no idea how exhausting it’s been denying how I feel.I honestly think it created a mental health crisis.”
That sounds good.Or, not good, but…I’m glad he wants me.I’m glad he’s not fighting.
He tugs the hem of my shirt and pulls it off over my head.Then with my shorts already on the floor, my briefs follow.Lastly, he gets on his knees, pulling off one sock and then the other.I don’t know what makes me think he’ll groan about the hard tile or have trouble getting up off his knees, but he doesn’t.
That pesky ball of hope is glowing bright in my chest again, filling in the emptiness I felt when I thought of leaving.It gets brighter and stronger with every move Liam makes.It feels too early, though, too fragile, this new thing between us.
What if I ask him about staying and everything shatters?I don’t think I can handle it if he rejects me again.
“Come here.”He pulls me under the spray, grabbing a scrubber and some bodywash; the kind that has that spicy, earthy, manly smell I can never quite identify.Slowly and carefully, he washes my hair, scrubs me all over (firm but also gentle), and then rinses me off.
All along I’m sneaking glances at his body, at his cock, which is thick and red at its bulbous end, even redder when it’s thoroughly hard.After a while, so is mine.But he doesn’t mention it, so I don’t either.
Honestly, I never thought I’d see the day when I don’t want to come again, but I could use a break.
I’m expecting him to turn off the water when instead he turns me to face away from him.Both hands come down on my shoulders, massaging firmly.
I can’t hold back my satisfied groan.“Oh God, that feels so good.”
“You’ll be sore for a little while.After everything.This will help.You’ll want to drink plenty of water today.Take a walk or go for an easy jog.You won’t feel like it, but movement creates blood flow, which is healing.Remember that, Rav.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
