his hands busy. He was tense, but when our eyes met, he tried to smile at me. He picked up a broad knife and an onion, his fingers still trembling.
“Let me help.” I took the knife from him. I wasn’t keen on unpacking the emergency sewing kit I had with me.
“Yeah. Thanks.” Sighing, he heated the pan and pulled out a bag of frozen vegetables.
I finished chopping the onion and opened him a beer.
“There are only two left. I was saving it.”
“Have a beer, Mikey.”
He nodded and took a deep gulp.
We ate almost in silence. Michael put on some music I didn’t recognize—something in what I thought was Greek, maybe. It was unpredictable, the rhythm and voices all over the place, but surprisingly calming in the way it drew you in. He managed to eat a normal portion, but it took him a long time.
After dinner came the question that had warmth spreading in my gut.
“Daddy, will you please fuck me tonight?”
There it was, his coping mechanism number two. Pretending I didn’t crave him more than he craved me, I frowned, playing our game. “You’re greedy, boy. I fucked you last night.”
“I’m sorry. I…” He swallowed and looked down at his lap.
“Tell me why you need it.”
“I love your cock. I want you all the time.” Then he lifted his gaze to mine, gutting me with his next words. “And it helps me sleep, knowing you’ve been inside me. I feel safe.”
I sighed. I wanted him too. Of course, I did. All the fucking time. I knew why he needed me now. He’d been terrified, so he asked for the only comfort he was sure he could get. Maybe one day, he’d learn he could ask to be held, and it would be enough to soothe him. Perhaps then he could have sex just for fun. But by that time, we’d be far away from this place. Far away from each other.
“Go shower and clean up, boy.”
His eyes flashed with heat, and he smirked, his playfulness rising. “Yes, Daddy.”
Michael exited the bathroom, his big green eyes full of need. He was naked, his underwear and T-shirt in his hands, together with the lube bottle.
“I’m ready for you, Daddy.”
I stood up and took the lube from him, then grabbed him by his upper arm and pushed him face first against the wall. His bunched-up clothes fell to the floor.
“You’re mine?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He was like a magnet, pulling me in.
“Then I can do whatever I want with you.”
“Yes.”
He wanted me to spank him, I knew. He expected it hard and painful. I wouldn’t do it.
Yes, I wished I could ease the constant tension he must feel. But… for fuck’s sake, he wanted me to beat him up for being afraid. I couldn’t do that.
“Spread your ass and show me your hole,” I ordered.
I let him stand there for a minute, shoulders and cheek pressed on the wall, his fingers digging into his ass muscles, his pink hole exposed. I undressed slowly and folded my clothes, watching him. He closed his eyes but didn’t move from the awkward position. He was hard, his cock sticking out toward the wall.
I wanted to comfort him, take care of him. My arms itched with the need to hold him tight. I would’ve kissed his temples, massaged his shoulders, gathered his smaller body to mine and shielded him from whatever danger could arise. But this wasn’t that kind of deal, was it?
I knelt behind him, placed the lube bottle by his feet, ready for later, and sucked his balls into my mouth. Michael yelped. Then I kissed his perineum, his closed pucker... I circled his opening with my tongue over and over, intentionally not breaching him. I made love to his hole until he was quivering and moaning.
“Please, fuck me. Please,” he begged.
“Quiet!” I growled against his opening.
I lapped at his ass, teasing him with the tip of my tongue, but not giving him more.
“Daddy. Please.”
“Whose hole are you?”
“Yours.”
“Who decides when and how you get fucked?”
A groan and then. “You, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Now shut up.”
I pushed my tongue into him, then a finger, listening to his sounds of relief. Once he began rocking his hips, getting close, I pulled my finger out. Kissing his crease and licking his pucker, I played with his hole and edged him until his sounds turned deep and animalistic. Then I quickly lubed my length and straightened behind him. I took him where he stood and impaled him on my cock in one