“I love the way you make me feel like I’m the one doing you guys a favor,” he says, laughing harder. “This whole experience has been ridiculous and nothing like I imagined.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I say with an arched eyebrow, challenging him to tell me otherwise.
“Oh, it is,” he says, calming down once more. “It just…takes some getting used to.”
“But you’re having a good time, baby boy?” August asks him. My heart contracts hearing the touch of anxiety in his words. Ever the Daddy, his primary focus is on his boy’s well-being at all times.
Oliver twists in his chair to wrap his arms around August’s waist and press the side of his face against the soft robe. “I’m having the best time any boy has ever had ever before, Daddy,” he says thickly. “Thank you.”
I exhale and decide that’s the moment to stand and return some normalcy to the day. That starts by re-heating our breakfasts and making sure everyone is well fed before we go shopping. I knew that conversation would be intense, but that was about a thousand percent more so than I was expecting.
That’s been the case with everything since Oliver came into our lives, though. Nothing about him is fake. It’s all painfully real and earnest.
At what point do we admit that this is already so much more than a casual weekend fling?
CHAPTER 9
August
I don’t knowif I’ll diminish the meaning if I keep saying that this is the best birthday ever. But the longer the weekend goes on, the more I mean it.
After the emotional conversation over breakfast, we were able to shake it off while Tallis reheated some bits and made us fresh eggs so we could all get a proper meal inside us. We talked about what Oliver’s been studying, seeing his enthusiasm for classics in particular. It’s clear he’s uncertain where his degree might take him, but we didn’t push him on that.
A part of me wants to throw caution to the wind and tell him we’ll be here to take care of him and guide him to his full potential from now on. But considering the freak out he had about the money, I know not to push my luck. Besides, this could all really fizzle out after tomorrow night. It’s best not to rush into anything.
No matter how much my gut feeling is telling me that Oliver is too precious to let go.
That’s something to ponder another time, though.
Once we finished our food, we cleaned up and put Oliver in the outfit Tallis had bought for him. It was just some khakis and a T-shirt, but it took a minute for our boy to get on board withbeing dressed, I think purely because he was just so thrown by the concept. However, once he relaxed, he seemed to really enjoy it.
I don’t want to add another kink on top of an already intense few days. Tallis did explain that while he’s far from being a virgin, this is Oliver’s first true experience with the scene.
Talk about jumping in at the deep end.
Anyway, I honestly have no doubt that this is the lifestyle for him. And one day, he might want to explore age play further. But for now, I’m content to skirt around the edges of regression without naming it to test the waters.
It occurs to me that he might want to try that kind of play with a different Daddy. Someone else after us. That thought leaves a sour taste in my mouth, so I do my best to shove it away and focus only on the time we have ahead of us still.
As predicted, nobody pays us much attention while we’re out shopping, except for the store assistants who are nothing but friendly and polite while they help us. After the first couple of places, Oliver finally seems to chill out and stops automatically looking for the price tags before he decides whether or not he likes something.
I do understand it. My family wasn’t rich growing up and I remember being a student where I counted every cent I was spending. But those days are long gone. It just so happens that the job I love doing pays extremely well, so it’s only right in my eyes to distribute that wealth as best I can. It doesn’t take long at all for Oliver to feel my joy and enthusiasm, so he lets that bleed into his own feelings as well, his worries visibly melting away.
I deliberately haven’t asked more about his plans after he graduates. There’s a vibe that tells me it’s a touchy subject. Naturally, my overwhelming urge is to try and fix whatever the problem is, as I’m sure is Tallis’s instinct as well. It took me a while after my first ridiculous paycheck to realize that throwingdollar bills at a problem isn’t always the best approach and can in fact be insulting. We just saw firsthand how delicate the subject of money can be.
So for now, I just focus on making Oliver smile and am prepared to listen if he ever wants to talk about what’s on his mind.
“What do you think of this one, Daddy?” Tallis asks me. I love that he’s calling me that in front of Oliver. He’s never once made me feel bad for needing this kink, but being a submissive just isn’t something he could ever give me. And he’s always been supportive when we’ve played with boys or littles, or when I’ve met up with them by myself.
This is just the first time he’s joined in so enthusiastically.
We’re all set up in the living room where Tallis is enjoying dressing Oliver in the new clothes we bought him today. Our boy struts across the room, giggling as he spins for me like he’s giving a one-man fashion show.
“Fantastic,” I say just as excitedly as I responded to the last few outfits.
We bought so much, it was easy to forget half of it, so I think we’re all enjoying reminding ourselves of our triumphs. Besides, the designer jeans we got him look like they’ll go with everything from the other stores, so it makes sense to mix and match the various items now we’re home.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Oliver cries, skipping back to Tallis so they can try the next thing on.