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Hopefully this *doesn’t* disappoint. I’ve never wrote Sugar Baby stuff, but I’m a skeeze for this, so I‘m gonna try.✨
Hopefully this *doesn’t* disappoint. I’ve never wrote Sugar Baby stuff, but I’m a skeeze for this, so I‘m gonna try.✨
Niles waits for Connor to go grab a drink from the bar before he pins Hank under ice blue eyes. He’d been hoping he’d get a chance to do this.
“Connor’s run out of freebies, I hear. He’s finally having to pay for all that sugaring.”
“Connor’s run out of freebies, I hear. He’s finally having to pay for all that sugaring.”
He stuck a hand in his pocket and glanced around the room.
Hank knew what he was referring to. The nasty, old sugar daddy coming to take the honey he’d ‘paid for’ straight from the pot. That was the payoff for all this, for all the exuberant clothes and free rent money he’d been
Hank knew what he was referring to. The nasty, old sugar daddy coming to take the honey he’d ‘paid for’ straight from the pot. That was the payoff for all this, for all the exuberant clothes and free rent money he’d been
cashing out on Connor. But, Hank doesn’t want to assume that’s what Niles is talking about, at least he hopes it’s not, because this is Connor’s brother, and he doesn’t want to make waves when he’d just asked Connor to be exclusive with him.
“Excuse me?” Hank tilted his head.
“Excuse me?” Hank tilted his head.
Niles scowls- He wants to rip Hank a new one, confident in his ability to do so, but knows how to throw a threat without his fists.
“Let me make it more clear. You’re sleeping with him.”
Hank doesn’t see how that’s any of this guy’s business, brother or not.
“Let me make it more clear. You’re sleeping with him.”
Hank doesn’t see how that’s any of this guy’s business, brother or not.
“Yeah. We are... How’d ya know?”
“Connor told me.”
He did?
Hank looked over at Connor talking rather animatedly to the barkeep. He knew Connor was quite sociable, his energy one of the hundreds of things that had drawn Hank to him when
“Connor told me.”
He did?
Hank looked over at Connor talking rather animatedly to the barkeep. He knew Connor was quite sociable, his energy one of the hundreds of things that had drawn Hank to him when
he’d gone looking for someone to sugar. But, he was also adamant about keeping *that* part of them private.
And it wasn’t really any wonder why.
He was sort of a disaster when it came to sex- surprising, considering what a sly little fox he was.
Hank remembered the night he’d
And it wasn’t really any wonder why.
He was sort of a disaster when it came to sex- surprising, considering what a sly little fox he was.
Hank remembered the night he’d
taken him to bed for the first time. Bless him- he was a bumbling, blushing mess.
When he thought it’d be sexy to have Connor roll the condom on for him, an excuse to shower him in the praise he so coveted, Connor’d ended up putting it on inside out, twice, and forgetting
When he thought it’d be sexy to have Connor roll the condom on for him, an excuse to shower him in the praise he so coveted, Connor’d ended up putting it on inside out, twice, and forgetting
to pinch the tip- like he’d never put a condom on before.
No big deal, of course, they got it the third time. And, it certainly hadn’t ruined the mood any.
Even with Connor altering between touching him much too gently one second, and riding him like a bucking bronco the next,
No big deal, of course, they got it the third time. And, it certainly hadn’t ruined the mood any.
Even with Connor altering between touching him much too gently one second, and riding him like a bucking bronco the next,
the older man steadying him by the hips, keeping him from coming down too hard and nearly crushing his cock, it was still a fucking ride.
Connor still painted a beautiful, vivid picture- head thrown back, cupping his chest, and
Connor still painted a beautiful, vivid picture- head thrown back, cupping his chest, and
moaning for Hank’s cock.
He was just ‘excitable’ was all, Hank understood. He was young once, full of energy, and hormones, and a bit overeager.
It didn’t detract from the majesty of the whole thing, to have his speckled, freckled sunshine moving *underneath* him-and above him,
He was just ‘excitable’ was all, Hank understood. He was young once, full of energy, and hormones, and a bit overeager.
It didn’t detract from the majesty of the whole thing, to have his speckled, freckled sunshine moving *underneath* him-and above him,
and on his knees in front of him, and speared on his fat cock. Hank looking down at that flushed, red face, hearing his boy scream for him like some wanton whore-
God, what a night. Hank had to remind himself not to get too excited, in this place.
Niles arched a brow, looking
God, what a night. Hank had to remind himself not to get too excited, in this place.
Niles arched a brow, looking
dangerously close to punching him.
Hank cleared his throat, and straightened up that one inch taller than the other man, trying to look threatening. That’d be easy enough any other time, with any other person, but Niles wasn’t having it. He was none too pleased with Hank’s
Hank cleared his throat, and straightened up that one inch taller than the other man, trying to look threatening. That’d be easy enough any other time, with any other person, but Niles wasn’t having it. He was none too pleased with Hank’s
little display, nor his errant mistreatment of his poor, lovestruck brother, and he was done holding his tongue in front of his rich, old, bastard boyfriend.
“I guess you think it’s ‘cute’ having someone to do whatever you want with in bed. Someone to boss around. But Connor is *not* another one of your squeezes.” Niles cut his eyes right through him, voice dropping a few octaves.
“And his chastity is *not* your right. It was a *privilege*.” And he should be *honored*.
Hank snorted.
“His what?” He turned to make sure they had a few minutes before Connor came back. There he was at the bar, laughing and making new friends, it seemed. Hank felt a little soft
Hank snorted.
“His what?” He turned to make sure they had a few minutes before Connor came back. There he was at the bar, laughing and making new friends, it seemed. Hank felt a little soft
at the sight of that charming smile making an appearance.
”Never heard that word before? Not surprising.”
Hank turned back to Niles, looking entirely unimpressed, now. Whatever he *thought* was going on with him and Connor, he was dead wrong, and he was being an ass about it.
”Never heard that word before? Not surprising.”
Hank turned back to Niles, looking entirely unimpressed, now. Whatever he *thought* was going on with him and Connor, he was dead wrong, and he was being an ass about it.
Hank had never been on the receiving end of Niles’ ‘Queen Bitch mode’, but it was proving to be as unpleasant as it’d look the few times he’d seen it at previous parties.
“I know what that fucking word is.” Hank tilted his chin up, looking defiant, and rocking back on his heels.
“I know what that fucking word is.” Hank tilted his chin up, looking defiant, and rocking back on his heels.
“I suppose you‘re talking about the age gap between us, but, *Connor* can make his own decisions, alright? He’s not some kid.” Despite Hank having a habit of calling him such.
Niles could only stare at him, eyes darting over Hank’s face, seemingly looking for something.
Niles could only stare at him, eyes darting over Hank’s face, seemingly looking for something.
Hank got the feeling he hadn’t found whatever it was, as his eyes began to widen a fraction.
“No...” He says slowly, looking over at his brother still obviously chatting away.
“I mean chastity like...like virginity.” Niles looked at Hank like that was obvious.
“No...” He says slowly, looking over at his brother still obviously chatting away.
“I mean chastity like...like virginity.” Niles looked at Hank like that was obvious.
Hank’s lips form the words, but the sounds don’t come out.
His ‘virginity’?
He probably looked like a fish, mouth gaping wide and blinking stupidly at him, waiting for some sign that he’d just horribly misunderstood him. Then Niles began to look suspiciously concerned, and Hank
His ‘virginity’?
He probably looked like a fish, mouth gaping wide and blinking stupidly at him, waiting for some sign that he’d just horribly misunderstood him. Then Niles began to look suspiciously concerned, and Hank
felt the first twinge of panic set in.
“His virginity?” He managed to get the words out, voice hoarse.
Niles pinched his brows together in response.
“I’ll be candid, despite Connor’s protests that I do. He’s crazy about you, Mr. Anderson. Connor’s absolutely enchanted by you.”
“His virginity?” He managed to get the words out, voice hoarse.
Niles pinched his brows together in response.
“I’ll be candid, despite Connor’s protests that I do. He’s crazy about you, Mr. Anderson. Connor’s absolutely enchanted by you.”
For some reason.
“And, I don’t like the fact that you’ve taken advantage of him, knowing how *badly* he has it for you. In fact, I’m appalled.”
Hank listens, his tongue feeling like it’s made of lead. He’s vaguely aware that Niles is confessing to him on Connor’s behalf to
“And, I don’t like the fact that you’ve taken advantage of him, knowing how *badly* he has it for you. In fact, I’m appalled.”
Hank listens, his tongue feeling like it’s made of lead. He’s vaguely aware that Niles is confessing to him on Connor’s behalf to
being a lot more invested in him than Connor’d led on, when the words finally begin to set in.
Connor was a virgin.
Oh...
Oh, *Jesus*...
Hank whipped around, looking back at the bar feeling like hischeadcwas full of fog. There was Connor, a drink in each hand, balancing a
Connor was a virgin.
Oh...
Oh, *Jesus*...
Hank whipped around, looking back at the bar feeling like hischeadcwas full of fog. There was Connor, a drink in each hand, balancing a
third between them with his fingers, and saying his goodbyes.
Connor, who he’d taken to bed, not just for the first time, but for the *first* *time*.
Connor who’d gotten his cherry popped by a sugar daddy, his sacred, little cherry.
Hank hadn’t even taken him to a
Connor, who he’d taken to bed, not just for the first time, but for the *first* *time*.
Connor who’d gotten his cherry popped by a sugar daddy, his sacred, little cherry.
Hank hadn’t even taken him to a
real dinner date- something without an audience and incentive to go. Nothing for just the two of them. He bought him clothing, and shoes, and food, and paid for his phone bill, but he’d never
spent his money on something *romantic*.
No flowers, or, or *jewelry*. No puppy wrapped up in a bow on Christmas morning.
One he could spoil Connor with, throw his money on bones and fancy dog beds. Buy him only the best puppy chow and collars with real gold plating there was
No flowers, or, or *jewelry*. No puppy wrapped up in a bow on Christmas morning.
One he could spoil Connor with, throw his money on bones and fancy dog beds. Buy him only the best puppy chow and collars with real gold plating there was
to buy.
Maybe he was fixating in all his panic, but the *point* was he’d never shown Connor he could be responsible with his money- that he could spend it on something long term Connor enjoyed, something that required some commitment.
Maybe not a puppy, exactly.
Maybe he was fixating in all his panic, but the *point* was he’d never shown Connor he could be responsible with his money- that he could spend it on something long term Connor enjoyed, something that required some commitment.
Maybe not a puppy, exactly.
Maybe a new apartment with a water heater that didn’t take 10 minutes to warm up each time. Or pay for a dance class for him- he knew Connor’d had to give that up when he lost his job. Or maybe a- no, he should definitely do the puppy thing, Connor would love that.
Fuck, he shouldn’t have put this off. Hank had taken his *virginity* and the most intimate thing he’d ever done for *him* was pay his medical bills off. They hadn’t even been together more than a few months when they....
Oh, *Jesus*.
Oh, *Jesus*.
The memories of that night came flooding back, nearly knocking Hank off his feet right there and drowning him. He remembered how Connor struggled to keep time with Hank’s thrusts, how jittery he was when Hank had told him in a deep, rumbling purr to ‘put him in’, and the
way Connor’d chattered a bunch of nervous nonsense for 2 minutes straight, likely summoning the courage within him, before lining Hank’s dick up. Preparing himself to be fucked for the *first time*.
He remembered how existentially stressed to *death* Connor looked
He remembered how existentially stressed to *death* Connor looked
all night, probably tearing himself apart with the pressure to make Hank’s experience an enjoyable one.
He didn’t even know what it was like to have a real cock inside him- *Oh* *Jesus* *Fuck*- so, how was he supposed to juggle pleasing an experienced older man without
He didn’t even know what it was like to have a real cock inside him- *Oh* *Jesus* *Fuck*- so, how was he supposed to juggle pleasing an experienced older man without
any himself?
Hank was *very* knowledgeable on the subject. Connor must have been so exhausted keeping up with the pace of things, trying to savor the moment, and-
And, why hadn’t Connor told him?
“Hey, Niles.” Connor chirped as he took a place next to Hank, blissfully
Hank was *very* knowledgeable on the subject. Connor must have been so exhausted keeping up with the pace of things, trying to savor the moment, and-
And, why hadn’t Connor told him?
“Hey, Niles.” Connor chirped as he took a place next to Hank, blissfully
unaware the only anchor in his life was sinking down into the abyss right beside him.
“That guy at the bar doesn’t think we look alike.”
“Well, we’re fraternal, so.” Niles didn’t turn his eyes away from Hank, even as Connor slipped him his drink. He had the weirdest, most
“That guy at the bar doesn’t think we look alike.”
“Well, we’re fraternal, so.” Niles didn’t turn his eyes away from Hank, even as Connor slipped him his drink. He had the weirdest, most
unnerving feeling that the situation with Mr. Anderson was not so black and white, and not at all like he’d imagined it.
“Though, I do believe we share similarities.” Niles muttered, staring into his drink, before pounding it back in one go and wishing there was more.
“Though, I do believe we share similarities.” Niles muttered, staring into his drink, before pounding it back in one go and wishing there was more.
—-
The rest of the night, Hank wasn’t really all there. Connor knew the drill, though,and carried on with what was expected of him flawlessly. He offered delightful, but brief, commentary to any couple that approached them, making sure to keep things simple.
The rest of the night, Hank wasn’t really all there. Connor knew the drill, though,and carried on with what was expected of him flawlessly. He offered delightful, but brief, commentary to any couple that approached them, making sure to keep things simple.
He wasn’t there to do the talking, just to look pretty, and they certainly cut quite a dashing couple when Connor stuck to his cues and batted his eyes just so.
Hank kept having visions of that night, thinking about how fast they’d moved things, and how nervous
Hank kept having visions of that night, thinking about how fast they’d moved things, and how nervous
Connor obviously was. About how woefully under-appreciated Connor must feel after that pathetic display. Hank had been 100% grabby hands and cumbrain, imagining that hot, little body stripped down and bared to him. To make it infinitely worse, Hank had practically just stuck it
in and ‘wham-bam-thank you ma’am’ed the hell out of there after. He had a meeting to go to, and while he’d promised Connor they’d meet up at the yacht party later, there was nothing romantic or special about spending time together like that. Not after their first time fucking.
*And, Connor’s first time anything, ever*.
Even with Connor hanging off his arm, laughing, feeding him fruit in a very public display of affection while Hank flaunted his young, hot squeeze on a late evening cruise, the atmosphere was severely *lacking*.
Even with Connor hanging off his arm, laughing, feeding him fruit in a very public display of affection while Hank flaunted his young, hot squeeze on a late evening cruise, the atmosphere was severely *lacking*.
Where was the romance, the intimacy? The care and compassion? He should be holed up with him on a mountain of pillows, reveling in the afterglow and cooing sweet nothings at him- promises of more pleasure to come. Connor was far too *precious*, for Hank to just sully and leave.
He felt like a giant skeeze, living up to all the infamy and atrocity of being called a sugar daddy.
Their first time was only a few weeks ago, and Hank hadn’t even asked Connor to be exclusive back then.
Their first time was only a few weeks ago, and Hank hadn’t even asked Connor to be exclusive back then.
Not that he’d apparently needed to. Not with his 29 year old sugar baby a celibate, little virgin.
If he’d gone *that* long without it, Hank couldn’t help worrying that he must have made Connor feel pressured to do it. Honestly, was he to believe Connor had
If he’d gone *that* long without it, Hank couldn’t help worrying that he must have made Connor feel pressured to do it. Honestly, was he to believe Connor had
been waiting all that time to hand his purity over to a 53 year old man that paid him to look like a ditzy slut?
God, a ‘slut’? He hadn’t even had sex before.
The pressure was too much, all the doubts were building up, and Hank couldn’t stand to wait another second without
God, a ‘slut’? He hadn’t even had sex before.
The pressure was too much, all the doubts were building up, and Hank couldn’t stand to wait another second without
answers.
He pulled Connor away to one of the bathrooms, right when he was in the middle of a conversation with one of Hank’s clients, and locked them in. He pushed Connor over to the counter, waiting until there was a enough space
He pulled Connor away to one of the bathrooms, right when he was in the middle of a conversation with one of Hank’s clients, and locked them in. He pushed Connor over to the counter, waiting until there was a enough space
between them, before he took a deep breath- feeling completely out of his depths. Connor watched him with wide, worried eyes, not unlike the ones he’d given Hank when he came to him stressed about making his car payment on time.
“Con...” Hank let the breath out.
“Con...” Hank let the breath out.
“Were you a virgin before me?”
Connor went stiff, quickly turning from pale, to pink, to scarlet. Normally Hank would take such an opportunity to tease him, but holy shit, now that he knew....
The smaller man stuttered a bunch of nonsense, snagging his bottom lip
Connor went stiff, quickly turning from pale, to pink, to scarlet. Normally Hank would take such an opportunity to tease him, but holy shit, now that he knew....
The smaller man stuttered a bunch of nonsense, snagging his bottom lip
between his teeth, and Hank knew he had his answer.
“I didn’t think you’d notice.” He mumbled, probably sounding ridiculous.
“I didn’t think you’d notice.” He mumbled, probably sounding ridiculous.
“Well, I didn’t!” Hank threw his hands up.
“I *should* have, but, apparently, I had my head too far up my ass. It’s so obvious, now.”
“I-it is?” Connor swallowed, his stomach twisting in knots.
He looked up at Hank with warm, watery eyes.
“I *should* have, but, apparently, I had my head too far up my ass. It’s so obvious, now.”
“I-it is?” Connor swallowed, his stomach twisting in knots.
He looked up at Hank with warm, watery eyes.
“Well, I mean...yeah. You...there were just a lot of signs.” He way he’d the way Connor’s face pinched up, and hurried to right himself.
“I mean, you weren’t bad or anything.”
Not now that he knew it was inexperience that had made him a mess.
“I mean, you weren’t bad or anything.”
Not now that he knew it was inexperience that had made him a mess.
“It’s just...kind of obvious looking back and stuff, you know?”
No, Connor didn’t, and he was hoping he’d gotten off scott free. He slumped against the sink, head hanging.
Hank chewed his lip.
No, Connor didn’t, and he was hoping he’d gotten off scott free. He slumped against the sink, head hanging.
Hank chewed his lip.
“Look, look, it’s not a bad thing, honey. We’ve been at it for a little while, now, and you’ve gotten a lot more...practice. I wouldn’t even know the difference, now.”
Sort of. Wow, did this explain a lot, though. Either Connor was just hog wild for
Sort of. Wow, did this explain a lot, though. Either Connor was just hog wild for
one Hank Anderson and anything he did was enough to make Connor a stuttering, mumbling mess- not likely. Or Connor was *obviously* completely new to the whole sex scene. God, it was right there in front of him.
Little did Hank know, it was a healthy dose of both. Connor *was* hog wild for one Hank Anderson, his cock, his heart, and every other thing about him. The man just exuded sex- pulling Connor in with his raw, animal magnetism. The way he threw Connor around, a man
half a head shorter than him, though much thinner, like he weighed little more than a rag doll- Pulling him into his arms and crowding him into his lap. It just *did* things to Connor. The way Hank’s voice got all deep and scratchy when he’d just woken up.
His tattoos, his scruff, his thick prick tenting his jeans.
Oh, Connor was smitten. Terribly, terribly smitten, and-
“How did you figure it out?” He mumbled.
Hank wasn’t entirely sure he should say, but he thought it’d be better telling the truth than to have Connor think
Oh, Connor was smitten. Terribly, terribly smitten, and-
“How did you figure it out?” He mumbled.
Hank wasn’t entirely sure he should say, but he thought it’d be better telling the truth than to have Connor think
It was something he did. The poor kid was humiliated enough.
“Your brother.” He said so quietly, he hoped Connor wouldn’t hear.
He did, though. Oh, he did. Connor’s eyes widened, face awash and turning pale, again.
What *else* had Niles told him?
Hank continued, though.
“Your brother.” He said so quietly, he hoped Connor wouldn’t hear.
He did, though. Oh, he did. Connor’s eyes widened, face awash and turning pale, again.
What *else* had Niles told him?
Hank continued, though.
“Look I...I feel kind of shitty you know? I didn’t even take you to *dinner*, and shit...I didn’t pressure you, did I?”
“No! No, definitely *not*, Hank.”
“Then why didn’t you *tell* me it was your *first* time? Why didn’t you tell me before we...”
Before Hank popped his cherry.
“No! No, definitely *not*, Hank.”
“Then why didn’t you *tell* me it was your *first* time? Why didn’t you tell me before we...”
Before Hank popped his cherry.
He wet his lips, and threw his hands on his hips, pacing around the tiny bathroom, while Connor struggled to understand whether he was upset with him or himself.
He was hoping he’d avoided all this. Connor would *really* rather not tell Hank why he
He was hoping he’d avoided all this. Connor would *really* rather not tell Hank why he
had kept it a secret, just thankful he’d been able to fool him somehow. He thought it was just all the good karma he’s built up finally cashing in, because he’d been a *terrible* lay. Connor *knew* it.
In fact, If Hank hadn’t finished, his proof the fact he’d filled the condom up
In fact, If Hank hadn’t finished, his proof the fact he’d filled the condom up
to the brim, Connor would have come out of it *certain* Hank had just tortured himself trying to lay the world’s lousiest fuck- Connor.
But, he didn’t like seeing Hank like this. Connor had broken ‘the rules’ quite for them some time ago, and moments like these were nearly too
But, he didn’t like seeing Hank like this. Connor had broken ‘the rules’ quite for them some time ago, and moments like these were nearly too
much for him to bear. Moments where Hank was worried sick, as rare as that was to see, and because of *Connor*. He needed to be honest with him, for his guilty heart, and because Hank *deserved* it. Even if it would probably make things worse.
“I was afraid to tell you, sir.”
“I was afraid to tell you, sir.”
Hank felt a chill settle in the pit of his stomach. Connor was afraid? Did he think Hank would force him? Or hurt him? Or anything as disturbing as not being a respectable, decent man and keeping his zipper zipped?
Looking at him now, Connor backed
Looking at him now, Connor backed
against the sink, ducking his head and looking at him with those big, brown eyes, guiltily- like this was *his* fault.
Hank wanted to close the distance and cup those freckled cheeks, pull Connor in for a kiss, bless his heart, but he didn’t feel he had the right to.
Hank wanted to close the distance and cup those freckled cheeks, pull Connor in for a kiss, bless his heart, but he didn’t feel he had the right to.
‘His chassity is not your right. It was a privilege’.
Hank felt like utter dog shit.
“Connor.” He struggled to keep the waver from his voice. This was no doubt the most unstable Connor had ever seen him, and he *hated* it. It wasn’t something they’d
Hank felt like utter dog shit.
“Connor.” He struggled to keep the waver from his voice. This was no doubt the most unstable Connor had ever seen him, and he *hated* it. It wasn’t something they’d
really put into words, but Hank was well aware of Connor’s reliance on him to be the strong one- he knew that Connor needed him in that way, it was part of the sugaring. The poor kid had a lot to deal with between his brothers and mom, and the struggle to measure up
ATo everyone’s expectations.
And, now this? Hank couldn’t help but crumble under the weight of it, his heart heavy.
“Why were you *afraid*, Connor?” He practically choked.
The smaller man batt his eyes, looking like he was close to fighting back tears.
And, now this? Hank couldn’t help but crumble under the weight of it, his heart heavy.
“Why were you *afraid*, Connor?” He practically choked.
The smaller man batt his eyes, looking like he was close to fighting back tears.
He knew he needed to be honest with him, no matter what it left him with.
Hank deserved it.
“I...I’ve had a hard time with...boyfriends in the past. It wasn’t really them, I mean...It was me.” Connor’s fingers curled around the curb of the counter and squeezed until his
Hank deserved it.
“I...I’ve had a hard time with...boyfriends in the past. It wasn’t really them, I mean...It was me.” Connor’s fingers curled around the curb of the counter and squeezed until his
knuckles turned white. Here he was, about to bear his soul and spill his hideous guts, yet, even with his heart in his throat and his eyes beginning to burn, Connor knew he needed to respect the rules- now more than ever, really.
“*Sir*.”
“*Sir*.”
“It’s so cliche. I was waiting to do it with the right person. I was saving my...first time for someone... um, special. Sir.”
His chest was starting to burn, too, now- a wretched mix of shame, guilt, and heart ache.
His chest was starting to burn, too, now- a wretched mix of shame, guilt, and heart ache.
This could have been avoided, Connor shouldn’t have let it get this far- he shouldn’t have let himself get *feelings*.
The pitiful part was how quickly it’d happened, despite his vain denial, trying to force it so far back to the darkest corner of his mind that it didn’t get any
The pitiful part was how quickly it’d happened, despite his vain denial, trying to force it so far back to the darkest corner of his mind that it didn’t get any
light to give life to.
Hank felt dread chill in his bones. Connor *had* been saving it then-and, he’d just given it up to *Hank* of all people.
Hank felt dread chill in his bones. Connor *had* been saving it then-and, he’d just given it up to *Hank* of all people.
“I know how it sounds.” Connor pressed on.
“I know I’m far too old to be-“ he blinked, his face turning splotchy with color. As if being this emotionally damaged wasn’t enough, now he was embarrassed.
“To be a *virgin*...” He mumbled. Even lying about his age for a few years
“I know I’m far too old to be-“ he blinked, his face turning splotchy with color. As if being this emotionally damaged wasn’t enough, now he was embarrassed.
“To be a *virgin*...” He mumbled. Even lying about his age for a few years
now hadn’t made the fact any better. Who still held on to these kind of repressed, outdated, gimmicky sentiments? Besides, Connor, probably nobody. He felt pathetic.
“I know it’s pretty cringeworthy...but, it just didn’t feel right. Maybe there was a couple times there where I had the chance to, um...do it, and I wanted to give in. I wanted to just say ‘fuck it’ and know what it was like. But, at that point, nobody wanted to fuck the virgin.”
Hank winced, as Connor’s face pinched up. His fingers were sore from where he was digging them so hard into the counter, the tops of his nails were flexing.
“Obviously, it’s not a very attractive quality. If it were, it wouldn’t have upset you so.” Connor said at last, outing
“Obviously, it’s not a very attractive quality. If it were, it wouldn’t have upset you so.” Connor said at last, outing
the elephant in the room.
Hank wanted to scream about how wrong he was- that that wasn’t it *at all*. He wanted to hold Connor more than he ever had in his whole life, shush him and beg him to turn those horrible thoughts right out of his head, and stop this whole fuss.
Hank wanted to scream about how wrong he was- that that wasn’t it *at all*. He wanted to hold Connor more than he ever had in his whole life, shush him and beg him to turn those horrible thoughts right out of his head, and stop this whole fuss.
But, he felt rooted there, dumbstruck. He had no idea all this was going on. He had no idea this was so difficult for Connor, for his sugar baby- scratch that, just ‘baby’. His little ray of sunshine. Connor was so much *more* than some cute little floozy who swooned for him
anytime he dropped him some dough. Connor was loyal, and kind, and looked at Hank beyond all the money and fame- like a man.
Hank wanted to reach out and tell him that he was so horribly wrong about all this. He just wanted to make this *right*.
Hank wanted to reach out and tell him that he was so horribly wrong about all this. He just wanted to make this *right*.
Tell him that *he* was in the wrong, not Connor.
Meanwhile, Connor was bracing himself for the worst to come- about to bring the hammer down on the final nail of his own coffin, sealing him away inside his misery forever.
He’d have to learn how to go on without him, the man
Meanwhile, Connor was bracing himself for the worst to come- about to bring the hammer down on the final nail of his own coffin, sealing him away inside his misery forever.
He’d have to learn how to go on without him, the man
Of his dreams. The one that treated him like he was more than just a pretty boy, like Connor was important. That he was more than a prop for Hank’s success. He didn’t know how he could.
“In all honesty, sir,” Connor swallowed, voice watery as his eyes pricked with hot tears.
“In all honesty, sir,” Connor swallowed, voice watery as his eyes pricked with hot tears.
“*You* were my special someone. I-I wanted you to be my f-first.”
‘Because, I love you’, he didn’t say, though it was no doubt obvious by this point.
Connor had broke the rules.
‘No strings attached’ his gay, ex-virgin ass. He’d been hit by Cupid’s bow, and he’d rolled right
‘Because, I love you’, he didn’t say, though it was no doubt obvious by this point.
Connor had broke the rules.
‘No strings attached’ his gay, ex-virgin ass. He’d been hit by Cupid’s bow, and he’d rolled right
over on his back in love with the man.
Then the tears came, and Connor felt like a loser, not for the first time in his life. Every talk like this ended this poorly.
He dropped his head in his hand, shielding his eyes and sucking back a hoarse sob before it could slip out.
Then the tears came, and Connor felt like a loser, not for the first time in his life. Every talk like this ended this poorly.
He dropped his head in his hand, shielding his eyes and sucking back a hoarse sob before it could slip out.
It took him a moment to realize that there was a warmth encompassing him- two strong arms closing around him and crushing him into a familiar, thick chest.
Hank was right there, tucking Connor’s head under his chin and brushing his hair back, shushing him.
Hank was right there, tucking Connor’s head under his chin and brushing his hair back, shushing him.
Connor would feel like a shameful heap of human garbage if Hank’s arms keeping him close, covering him up and soaking up his sniffles, weren’t so safe. So reassuring. He burrowed deeper, face wet, willing his body to cease its pitiful sobbing.
“Baby.”
“Baby.”
Hank slid his chin down until his lips were touching the lobe of Connor’s ear, blowing hot air into it with each soft, little word.
“We’re gonna talk about this, ok, just not right now.“
Connor shivered at the brush of warm skin and warm breath, eyes clenching shut, and nodded.
“We’re gonna talk about this, ok, just not right now.“
Connor shivered at the brush of warm skin and warm breath, eyes clenching shut, and nodded.
“But,” Hank said, tightening his grip around Connor’s shoulders and waist, trapping Connor against him.
“It’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong, and I am *not* going anywhere.”
Hank kissed Connor’s cheek and let his fingers draw lazy circles into his
“It’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong, and I am *not* going anywhere.”
Hank kissed Connor’s cheek and let his fingers draw lazy circles into his
taut muscles, trying to soothe them until he could calm down.
They stayed like that until there was a knock on the door, followed by Niles asking if Connor was ok, and if he needed to maim ‘someone’.
—-
They hadn’t done anything physical the following week.
They stayed like that until there was a knock on the door, followed by Niles asking if Connor was ok, and if he needed to maim ‘someone’.
—-
They hadn’t done anything physical the following week.
No hands in anyone’s pants or mouths where they shouldn’t be. No husky voicemails on Connor’s phone, unless it was Hank calling to tell him in a pleased, rumbling voice about the reservation he got them at that beautiful new restaurant that overlooked the city.
The one Connor bashfully admitted to being interested in as they passed by.
In fact, the whole week after Connor’s dearest confession, they kept it talking- lots of talking.
Hank had Connor stay in close quarters, canceling any meetings or trips he had in favor of spending
In fact, the whole week after Connor’s dearest confession, they kept it talking- lots of talking.
Hank had Connor stay in close quarters, canceling any meetings or trips he had in favor of spending
every second he could at Connor‘s side.
After they had talked a bit more, and Hank had explained what upset him about the whole virgin thing, Connor got an idea of what he though Hank was doing here- trying to make up for lost time he should have spent courting him.
After they had talked a bit more, and Hank had explained what upset him about the whole virgin thing, Connor got an idea of what he though Hank was doing here- trying to make up for lost time he should have spent courting him.
Each day was full of more pampering, and spoiling, and sugaring than Connor’d ever had from him.
Hank had even bought him an entire wardrobe to keep at his house, rather than just letting Connor go home long enough to get some shirts.
He didn’t want to assume, though
Hank had even bought him an entire wardrobe to keep at his house, rather than just letting Connor go home long enough to get some shirts.
He didn’t want to assume, though
the answer was obvious to anyone else, but he hoped that Hank didn’t intend to do away with them once it was time for Connor had to go home- Hank could be a bit careless with his money at times.
Connor just hoped they might *stay here* for when he spent the night, which he also
Connor just hoped they might *stay here* for when he spent the night, which he also
hoped he’d be allowed to do more. It was like a little promise that after all this, Connor was welcome there- that the whole experience had only brought them closer. But, if he was wrong about that, he didn’t want to risk looking like a bigger idiot.
He was just thankful Hank hadn’t turned him loose and started over with a new baby after that night. So, he didn’t ask.
And to be honest, Connor was happy to be getting all this attention, even if it was more than he was accustomed to and definitely a bit embarrassing. If only
And to be honest, Connor was happy to be getting all this attention, even if it was more than he was accustomed to and definitely a bit embarrassing. If only
because he knew Hank was doing all this without an incentive- without asking Connor to accompany him to any parties or doll himself up for an elegant outing.
Connor felt like Hank was wasting all this energy on him, and he really wasn’t sure where they stood after all this, yet.
Connor felt like Hank was wasting all this energy on him, and he really wasn’t sure where they stood after all this, yet.
Then Hank canceled yet another one of his meetings so he could spend his time with Connor in his kitchen, instead. He watched him skitter about, cooking one of Niles’ original recipes. He came pretty close to perfecting his brother’s art, having had to cook a good portion of his
younger life for his brothers, until Niles had begun to show an interest. - perhaps due to his habit of stress eating. Either way, the kitchen smelled delicious anytime Connor was in there, stirring pots and spritzing seasoning around. He’d had to continue to learn
to cook alone to save money, and he knew how to make a simple dish taste great with only a few ingredients.
And, maybe Hank was a little too excitable about He domesticity of the whole thing.
He could get starry-eyed later, for now, he had something to say.
And, maybe Hank was a little too excitable about He domesticity of the whole thing.
He could get starry-eyed later, for now, he had something to say.
“I think we need to talk some more.” Hank murmured, finally saying what’d been weighing on his mind, since he’d sat down. Connor was almost ready to plate the food, and of course Hank had waited until he had nothing to keep him busy with before they talked.
A bit unfair, Connor thought, as Hank wasn’t the one who was going to end up embarrassments by the end.
Their little talks had gotten better, though, usually happening between the slow moments where they watched the sun set off the porch side balcony, or walked off around
Their little talks had gotten better, though, usually happening between the slow moments where they watched the sun set off the porch side balcony, or walked off around
the garden. There wasn’t that much left to talk about, but what was was rather...serious. Hank had been thinking about it for quite some time.
“What would you like to talk about?” Connor could see Hank‘s shoulders tense from where he was sat at the kitchen island.
“What would you like to talk about?” Connor could see Hank‘s shoulders tense from where he was sat at the kitchen island.
“Our first time...after we finished.”
Connor hummed, already getting that awful, annoying tickle in his belly of the shame to come.
“Yes?”
Hank rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to focus on the way Connor moved so gracefully around his kitchen, making his dinner.
Connor hummed, already getting that awful, annoying tickle in his belly of the shame to come.
“Yes?”
Hank rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to focus on the way Connor moved so gracefully around his kitchen, making his dinner.
“I...had to go...”
Yes, Connor remembered. He remembered that Hank was very busy that day, and that the fucking had ended as quickly as it’d started.
Connor come over to get a shower at his house, after the water line at his apartment burst.
Yes, Connor remembered. He remembered that Hank was very busy that day, and that the fucking had ended as quickly as it’d started.
Connor come over to get a shower at his house, after the water line at his apartment burst.
He came with his clothes and a toothbrush and nervously followed the older through his bedroom, into his personal bathroom. Connor stood there in the middle of his giant powder room, pressing his toes into the luxurious heated floors.
He felt like he’d just stumbled into a spa room, looking at all the ornate wooden benches and smudge-less glass, and felt quite overwhelmed.
He pulled his clothes off, figured out how to use the fancy handles, standing out there naked and in the open longer than he’d like to,
He pulled his clothes off, figured out how to use the fancy handles, standing out there naked and in the open longer than he’d like to,
and marveled for a second when he forgot how other showers actually worked how they were supposed to. Warm water gushed instantly, no waiting.
He stepped inside and scrubbed himself down, trying not to think about the cost of breaking the crystal shower mirror Hank kept in there
He stepped inside and scrubbed himself down, trying not to think about the cost of breaking the crystal shower mirror Hank kept in there
for shaving. But as he stood there, skin turning pink from the steam, he become increasingly more aware of the fact that he was sharing the same space Hank did when he showered. This was where he stripped down and rubbed his broad chest in frothy, expensive soaps.
Where he rinsed his long locks in lavender shampoo and threw them over his shoulders- just a touch longer all slicked back and wet.
Connor eyed the exfoliators and body wash and imagined Hank rubbing himself down with them- his legs, the hard muscles in his back, those
Connor eyed the exfoliators and body wash and imagined Hank rubbing himself down with them- his legs, the hard muscles in his back, those
incredibly strong arms.
Hank stood there, right where Connor was standing, and touched himself... *there*. Smoothing his hands between his legs with a soft little shower pouf, cupping himself, basking in the warm water running over him, over his.....
Hank stood there, right where Connor was standing, and touched himself... *there*. Smoothing his hands between his legs with a soft little shower pouf, cupping himself, basking in the warm water running over him, over his.....
God, Connor couldn’t *help* it. His mind went wandering, as it often did with his daddy.
‘What if Hank *touched* himself in there?’
Connor knew he was certainly guilty of such things, bathing in all that wet heat got him a little ‘excitable’. What didn’t?
‘What if Hank *touched* himself in there?’
Connor knew he was certainly guilty of such things, bathing in all that wet heat got him a little ‘excitable’. What didn’t?
When they’d had time to talk about it, Connor was able to explain that he was *very much* as eager to have sex that first time as Hank was. By the time he walked out of that shower, all sexed up with his filthy thoughts, Connor was as hot and bothered as Hank had gotten while
thinking about his sweet, little sunshine soaking up all that hot water, naked and washing himself down. What happened next was just natural, and Connor had made sure Hank knew that he’d *definitely* been ready for it.
What happened *after*, though, was
What happened *after*, though, was
another matter, and Hank felt like absolute shit about it.
He ditched Connor for what? Virgin or not, he knew he should have stayed, laid in the afterglow with him and ordered take out.
In a perfect world, what he *really* wanted to do, was kiss Connor again.
He ditched Connor for what? Virgin or not, he knew he should have stayed, laid in the afterglow with him and ordered take out.
In a perfect world, what he *really* wanted to do, was kiss Connor again.
Curl him close and pet the freckles on his back with his face in his chest and his fists balled up, looking so sweet. Hank just wanted to run his hand over the lines and curves of Connor’s lithe, little body, cooing soft, gooey words into his hair.
But they weren’t *like that*.
But they weren’t *like that*.
There was obviously something between them now that they hadn’t acknowledged at the time.
Connor had told Hank in that tiny bathroom that he was that ‘special someone’ in his life Connor’d wanted to give his *very* ‘special something’ to. Hank wasn’t dumb enough to
Connor had told Hank in that tiny bathroom that he was that ‘special someone’ in his life Connor’d wanted to give his *very* ‘special something’ to. Hank wasn’t dumb enough to
think Connor hadn’t caught those tingly, fluttery little feelings in his belly that he sure had. Not after a confession like that.
How was Hank supposed to feel about screwing him into the mattress ‘til the headboard scuffed the wall, and then leaving him to his own devices
How was Hank supposed to feel about screwing him into the mattress ‘til the headboard scuffed the wall, and then leaving him to his own devices
in his big, *empty* house? And, especially knowing now that Connor’d had feelings for him? Well, Hank should feel like garbage, that’s how.
He locked eyes with Connor as he poured Hank a glass of water. His eyes shy and uncertain, fluttering between looking at Hank and his own
He locked eyes with Connor as he poured Hank a glass of water. His eyes shy and uncertain, fluttering between looking at Hank and his own
twitching hands.
“Look, I won’t make a big deal out of it you don’t want me to... But, I’m definitely not happy with the way I left things.” Hank looked down at the food Connor’d put in front of him. As delicious as it looked, and as infatuating as it was to be given such
“Look, I won’t make a big deal out of it you don’t want me to... But, I’m definitely not happy with the way I left things.” Hank looked down at the food Connor’d put in front of him. As delicious as it looked, and as infatuating as it was to be given such
treatment, Hank couldn’t eat right now.
“I’m sorry for leaving you afterward. You must have felt so...” Angry? Hurt? Embarrassed? Under appreciated?
Connor stood on the other side of the island, hands resting on the countertop, and feeling his face grow warm.
“I’m sorry for leaving you afterward. You must have felt so...” Angry? Hurt? Embarrassed? Under appreciated?
Connor stood on the other side of the island, hands resting on the countertop, and feeling his face grow warm.
“It’s ok, sir.” He said quietly.
“I’m alright.”
Hank chewed at his lip.
“Well, it was *wrong* of me. I shouldn’t have been so lax about it, we just had sex for fuck’s sake.”
Connor’s cheeks turned noticeably red, as he ducked his head, the heat finally getting to him.
“I’m alright.”
Hank chewed at his lip.
“Well, it was *wrong* of me. I shouldn’t have been so lax about it, we just had sex for fuck’s sake.”
Connor’s cheeks turned noticeably red, as he ducked his head, the heat finally getting to him.
Hank couldn’t help feeling a twinge of warmth in his chest seeing Connor change colors, long lashes casting little shadows over his hot cheeks. Now was not the time, but it did serve to prove his point- Connor obviously had very strong feelings on the matter.
“I shouldn’t have left, ok? You wouldn’t be wrong to be mad.” Hank presses on.
“Well...I’m actually kind of glad you had to leave.” Connor said in a small voice, worried the truth would upset him.
Hank arched a brow. He certainly hadn’t expected that for an answer.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Well...I’m actually kind of glad you had to leave.” Connor said in a small voice, worried the truth would upset him.
Hank arched a brow. He certainly hadn’t expected that for an answer.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yes.” Connor’s lips turned up in coy, little smile, looking positively demure.
Hank leaned back and folded his arms over his chest.
“Huh... And, why is that?”
Connor snagged his lower lip between his teeth, lashes fluttering like his heart in his chest.
Hank leaned back and folded his arms over his chest.
“Huh... And, why is that?”
Connor snagged his lower lip between his teeth, lashes fluttering like his heart in his chest.
“Well, sir, I had, um, quite a lot to process, honestly...I’m glad you didn’t, uhm...see it...”
Hank pinched his brows together, cocking his head, and waiting for Connor to expand on that, but he no intention of doing such.
He‘d rather it die in his grave, than tell Hank about
Hank pinched his brows together, cocking his head, and waiting for Connor to expand on that, but he no intention of doing such.
He‘d rather it die in his grave, than tell Hank about
how he’d called up Niles, alone in Hank’s giant, extravagant bedroom, trying, and failing, to get his clothes on without his hands shaking violently and his knees buckling, shouting over the speakerphone about losing his virginity to his heartthrob, to the man of his fevered
dreams. Stuttering like an oaf through the haze of an afterglow he was *certain* was more euphoric and powerful than any other afterglow post mind-blowing orgasm in the known universe. Swearing about how his true love had been rewarded- that cosmic justice
had been served.
He’d rather *not* tell Hank that his first time having sex was a wild, fantastical, magnificent ride, and it was a *privilege* to be bent over Hank’s bed or riding his cock in an absolute panic.
Surely he was insufferable enough already, but Connor couldn’t
He’d rather *not* tell Hank that his first time having sex was a wild, fantastical, magnificent ride, and it was a *privilege* to be bent over Hank’s bed or riding his cock in an absolute panic.
Surely he was insufferable enough already, but Connor couldn’t
shut himself up anytime soon.
Pride swelled in his chest, and then Connor was gloating to Niles while trying to get his panties to face the right way, before Niles could even get a word in about how atrocious it was his dirty, old sugar daddy had just ‘made an honest man of him’.
Pride swelled in his chest, and then Connor was gloating to Niles while trying to get his panties to face the right way, before Niles could even get a word in about how atrocious it was his dirty, old sugar daddy had just ‘made an honest man of him’.
Connor dove back into bed and spooned around the pillow that smelled the most like Hank, bragging nonsense about how there was no way Niles’ first time was half as passionate, half as spectacular as Connor’s had been, nor their brother’s- who could forget Silas
losing his virginity in his high school hick boyfriend’s backwoods while ‘deer hunting’ in summer heat.
No way, Connor had been the only one with the honor of losing it to an experienced, refined, dead sexy older man, one who opened him up on his fat prick like a present on
No way, Connor had been the only one with the honor of losing it to an experienced, refined, dead sexy older man, one who opened him up on his fat prick like a present on
Christmas morning. Connor was on cloud nine, bouncing around Hank’s mountain of pillows and silk, basking in the glory of it all, and raging on about having his hole absolutely punished with such good, tender lovin’, and-
Hank didn’t need to know about all that.
Hank didn’t need to know about all that.
He didn’t need to know about *any* of that.
Looking back, Connor didn’t know how in the fresh hell he would have walked out of there like a ‘normal’ human being, instead of a lovestruck, grown adult who’d just lost their virginity, feeling like a gotdamn champion and looking
Looking back, Connor didn’t know how in the fresh hell he would have walked out of there like a ‘normal’ human being, instead of a lovestruck, grown adult who’d just lost their virginity, feeling like a gotdamn champion and looking
happier than a damn fool.
Hank’s frown deepened the longer Connor stood there, burning red.
The whole thing raised quite a few questions, and Connor looked suspiciously tight lipped.
“Weeeell...” Hank tilted his head to the other side.
Hank’s frown deepened the longer Connor stood there, burning red.
The whole thing raised quite a few questions, and Connor looked suspiciously tight lipped.
“Weeeell...” Hank tilted his head to the other side.
“I can understand needing some space after something like that.... But, I should have at least been available if you wanted me. I should have done a lot of things it seems...”
Despite his heart in his throat, and his skin threatenting to overheat, Connor couldn’t help but smile.
Despite his heart in his throat, and his skin threatenting to overheat, Connor couldn’t help but smile.
“Daddy.” He said softly, promptly getting Hank’s attention, as he jerked his head up.
Connor walked around the edge of the island, stopping when he was standing on two impossibly long legs clad in little more than tiny, black shorts in front of him.
Connor walked around the edge of the island, stopping when he was standing on two impossibly long legs clad in little more than tiny, black shorts in front of him.
He could smell Hank’s cologne, and it was all Connor could do not to press his face against his throat and nibble.
“You’ve been *very* good to me this past week. You’ve shown me nothing but kindness, and asked for nothing in return.”
“You’ve been *very* good to me this past week. You’ve shown me nothing but kindness, and asked for nothing in return.”
It was true- Hank had never asked for the physical part of all this. Their first time happened in its own way, in its own time, and afterward, those moments just seem to come more and more often. But, Hank had never asked for them, they’re time together was purely because they
were drawn to one another, and there was this need to be close.
After spending many nights out with this beautiful boy on his arm, gussied up and batting those lashes his way, a boy that turned color and sucked his lower lip in the most endearing way, so appreciative of
After spending many nights out with this beautiful boy on his arm, gussied up and batting those lashes his way, a boy that turned color and sucked his lower lip in the most endearing way, so appreciative of
anything Hank did for him, whether he’d bought him something expensive or simply poured over him with doting, lovely compliments, Hank was left with a need to be close to this precious thing. A *need* to connect. No matter how Connor felt about what they did here, Hank was
in deep, and this had become more than just a bit of roleplay.
Connor was sinking in the same boat. He had those needs, too, every time he laid eyes on this man he was so deeply infatuated with, the one that cooed over him and made these wonderful, grand gestures for *him*,
Connor was sinking in the same boat. He had those needs, too, every time he laid eyes on this man he was so deeply infatuated with, the one that cooed over him and made these wonderful, grand gestures for *him*,
Connor had the need to be touched, to be opened.
The expenses and fawning might be part of the point of having a sugar daddy, but that fact did nothing to dilute the majesty of it in Connor’s eyes. He felt lucky coming out of his messy past to find himself in Hank’s life.
The expenses and fawning might be part of the point of having a sugar daddy, but that fact did nothing to dilute the majesty of it in Connor’s eyes. He felt lucky coming out of his messy past to find himself in Hank’s life.
His good looks and willingness to stop everything for him at the drop of a hat had attracted Hank to him, but when his beauty and loyalty peeled back into a man who’d lost his job with no future beyond a pretty face, Hank still kept him.
He knew more about Connor now than a successful man looking for a trophy to flaunt probably ever‘d wanted to- a baby with baggage, not a good catch- but, Hank still kept him, even after their latest confession, and the worst one of all.
For Connor, the best thing about this
For Connor, the best thing about this
role wasn’t to do with Hank’s money or exotic parties, but his attention.
His big hands on the small of Connor’s back, promising safe, little words in his ear- Promising Connor that he was there for him, even if Hank was just indulging him as part of his sugaring.
His big hands on the small of Connor’s back, promising safe, little words in his ear- Promising Connor that he was there for him, even if Hank was just indulging him as part of his sugaring.
Connor missed that. A whole week without Hank holding him as close as he could be, stripping him down to the barest sense and opening him up. He *missed* it.
Connor nibbled his bottom lip, effectively testing Hank’s resolve.
Connor nibbled his bottom lip, effectively testing Hank’s resolve.
“I know you’re trying to make up for what happened. You’re trying to make up for not ‘courting me’ properly.”
He laid his hands on Hank’s shoulders, the touch light and lingering, and Hank just wanted to
He laid his hands on Hank’s shoulders, the touch light and lingering, and Hank just wanted to
pull him in by that trim little waist and make him take a seat in his lap.
“But, that’s *not* necessary, sir. I’m happy with the way things have turned out. I’m happy just to be here-“
“You deserve better that *that*!”
“But, that’s *not* necessary, sir. I’m happy with the way things have turned out. I’m happy just to be here-“
“You deserve better that *that*!”
“-And, I’m *happy* to have as much time with you as you‘ll have me for to give that to me. You don’t have to try cramming all the dinner dates and fresh cut roses into one week.”
“I’ve asked you to be exclusive with me, honey. It’s safe to say that it’s about as much time as *you* want with *me*.” He couldn’t keep his big bear paws from clutching around the dips in Connor’s hips a second longer. He tugged him forward, and Connor, always obedient, came.
“Is it?” The younger man murmured, eyes wide and searching.
Hank was a bit surprised, honestly. He wasn’t the best at showing his feelings, no question, but he was fairly certain Connor *knew* that he’d wanted them to be....steady.
Hank was a bit surprised, honestly. He wasn’t the best at showing his feelings, no question, but he was fairly certain Connor *knew* that he’d wanted them to be....steady.
“Well, yeah...At least, I thought’d it be.” His thumbs grazed over a hipbone, rubbing little circles into the freckled flesh.
“When I asked you not to see anyone else, I meant I...” didn’t want any competition.
“When I asked you not to see anyone else, I meant I...” didn’t want any competition.
That he wanted to be the biggest bull in the ring, pushing the others out by the horns. That Connor could only play baby for *him*. And, maybe somewhere along the way, he might fall for Hank, too. Just maybe.
Connor wet his lips, looking down past his flushing chest.
Connor wet his lips, looking down past his flushing chest.
“Well...I wasn’t seeing anybody. I didn’t *want* to.”
Hank pulled Connor into his lap and placed a much needed kiss on those pink, pouty lips.
“Yeah... I think I gathered that when you called me your ‘special someone’.”
Hank pulled Connor into his lap and placed a much needed kiss on those pink, pouty lips.
“Yeah... I think I gathered that when you called me your ‘special someone’.”
Connor broke out into a little grin, tucking his head under Hank’s chin to hide. He wanted to pull him back and admire that smile- the same one from the bar. He wondered if maybe Connor had been talking about him then, as conceded as that was.
