Page 37 of Not the Punk

His phone beeped, grabbing his attention. He picked it up and frowned down at it. “Fuck.”

“What is it?”

He handed me the phone, and I stared at the startling message from an unknown number.

While I was looking at it another text popped up.

“Ugh! Can I just block this number?” This problem was frustrating me and wouldn't go away.

He snatched the phone away and looked at the second message before I could do anything with it. “It’s him. We have to save it for evidence. He’s not going to stop. And. And….” He paled and started breathing faster.

“Come here.” I took him in my arms and felt him trembling. I had a few things in mind to help him. “Wait here a second.” I went into the bathroom and fished out an unopened package from the back. Then I went back to him, picked him up, and tucked him into bed. “I have something for you to try. It might help you feel more comforted, and I want to give you all the comfort I can right now.”

“What?”

I showed him the package. “I know what we’ve talked about, but I had this here and it might help. It’s new. See?”

“I don’t know. A binky?”

“It’s comforting. Soothing.”

“I’m about to jump out of my skin right now. I’ll try anything.”

I ripped open the package and popped it into his mouth, then wrapped him up like a burrito in the blanket we got from Kay and Don and spooned him from behind. I held him there until his breathing evened out and he fell asleep. I was surprised at how quickly Joe took to it. He relaxed easily and fell fast asleep.

I left him there to finish dinner. If he woke up, we could eat. If not, it would keep for tomorrow.

I woke my Boy with a blow job. He called out my name when he came in my mouth. “Mm…Joe. Love how you taste.”

“That’s a hell of a way to get woke up.”

“Works better than coffee, apparently.”

“Maybe.” He giggled, seeming more like himself than last night.

“I know we have shit to deal with, but let’s talk about it later. First, let’s get a shower.” I led him into the bathroom and situated him under the warm water.

“Wash my hair, Daddy.” His hair was long and silky, and made him look like the rock star he was.

“You got it, rocker-boy.”

I lathered it up and washed it, giving extra attention to massaging his scalp. “Mm…feels so good.”

Then rinsed it, which took a few minutes since it was so long. He handed me another bottle after that—conditioner.

I repeated the process, then grabbed the body wash and lathered up his body. After a final rinse, it was the fluffy towel for his body and another for his head. I dried all of him before swatting his ass. “Go get dressed while I shower. We’re going out.”

“Going where?”

“You’ll see.”

It didn’t take long to get ready and then I drove us to the local department store. I needed to buy some more things for my rocker-boy.

We headed to the toy department with Joe side-eyeing me the whole time we walked around. I’m sure he felt self-conscious, but he’d live. I picked out another coloring book and a better box of Crayons, then I dropped a few Matchbox cars in the basket. “You can pick out some you like.”

“You picked everything I looked twice at.”

“Good.”