Page 21 of Trashed to Treasured
“Why not?” I carded my fingers through his hair, straightening out the nest that had erupted there during the night. “Are you feeling okay?”
He shook his head. “No, I have a problem.”
Concerned, I craned my neck to the side so I could get a better look at him. “What’s wrong? Are you sore?”
He shook his head again, that mischievous glimmer that I’d come to love back in his eyes. “Not sore. Just…hard.” He shifted his hips so his erection hit my thigh, pressing against me and leaving a slick trail.
“Uh-oh.” The hand that had been rubbing his back slipped over his hip and found his cock and balls all poking out of the side of his onesie. “This isn’t holding you in at all, is it?”
“Nope.” He looked at me. “Will you help me?”
“Always.” I reached for his dick and gave him a few loose tugs. “Maybe we should take care of this in the shower? Get dirty and clean at the same time.”
Brody nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
I leaned down and gave him a lingering morning kiss before swatting his behind gently. “Well, then. Let’s get you all sorted so we can get ready for work.”
I slipped out of the bed on my side and stood up, stretching my back and arms. I’d had more of a workout the night before than I’d realized.
Brody was moving slower. He sat up and threw his legs off the mattress but kept the sheet over his lap.
“Brody, what’s wrong?”
He squeezed his eyes shut and stayed facing the wall. “I’m embarrassed.”
Immediately, I rounded the bed and kneeled on the floor in front of him. “Why are you embarrassed? You never have to hide or be shy in front of me. For any reason. You just have to tell me what’s going on.”
Brody opened one eye to peek at me and then dropped his chin to his chest like he couldn’t face me. “When I stand up, you’ll see everything poking out, and I look silly.”
“No, baby.” I pulled him to my chest and held him tight. “You won’t look silly. You’ll look sweet and sexy and absolutely perfect. Like always.”
He didn’t say anything, and as much as I wanted him to feel comfortable with me in any situation, I also didn’t want to push him to feel even worse. “What if I take care of that right here so your onesie fits better when you’re walking? Would that help?”
Even with his head facing the floor, I could see his cheeks move with his smile. “Yeah, that would be okay.”
Giving my boy a morning blow job was no hardship for me. And if it also took care of his temporary hardship, I was more than eager to do it.
Why couldn’t every day be this perfect?
14
BRODY
I liked to think of myself as an optimistic kind of guy, but that hadn’t usually worked out for me in the past.
So now that I had Aaron in my life, everything was so perfect that it made me a bit nervous. Like something so good couldn’t last forever.
And our life together was really good.
Aaron showed up at my house every evening with takeout or to eat a meal that I’d prepared for him. Usually it wasn’t anything fancy, but we had fun and enjoyed ourselves no matter what we were doing. And sometimes, Aaron cooked for me at my house, showing up with a bag of groceries and a book or activity for me to stay busy with while he was in the kitchen.
We were both learning how to take care of each other in our own way, but he was particularly good at anticipating my needs and meeting them before I even realized what they were.
We mostly stayed at my house, but on the one-month anniversary of when we first made love, Aaron invited me to dinner at his place.
He probably didn’t know it was any sort of anniversary of that first magical night we spent together, but I’d been low-key keeping track. And when he suggested dinner at his place on Friday night, I wondered if maybe he’d been keeping track too.
Either way, I was both excited and anxious to see where he lived and to be in his space.
