He's me if I wasn’t… what I am. And I find it fascinating to see my light-side reflection.
“I’ve been talking your ear off, and I still don’t feel like I know you that well,” Walker says.
“You can rest assured I enjoy hearing you talk.”
“You’re the one with the panty-dropping voice.” He pales. “And I just said that out loud. Oh my God. If I swallow any more of my foot around you, I’m going to lose it up to the knee.”
Even I laugh then. “You have yet to say anything I haven’t enjoyed hearing, doctor.”
Walker comes to an anxious, fidgety stop, and the shift of his eyes to the nearby stoop tells me this is his building. I wonder if the gears turning in his head are thinking about him calling me Daddy in response to me calling him doctor as much as I am thinking about it. “Feeling like a nightcap?” he asks with a nod up the few steps to the door.
“I thought you didn’t overindulge?”
“I can make exceptions.” We only had two cocktails each, and the offer is tempting. “Did I go over your per diem and owe you a price?”
Oh, he is making restraint very difficult. “You did actually, so I suppose you do owe me something. Are you willing to pay right now?”
He shifts on his feet like an expectant teenager. “I think so.”
I raise an eyebrow, hinting I need more commitment than that.
“Yes,” he corrects.
Good. Enthusiastic consent is important to me, especially considering I plan to push the envelope a bit. This street is a little busier than the one between my hotel and Curtis’s apartment, with cameras and just enough passersby that we will definitelyhave witnesses. I don’t let that stop me as I step closer, tilt my head up for my lips to brush his ear, and whisper, “Repeat after me.”
“O-okay.” He shudders from my proximity.
“I had a lovely evening,” I say.
“I had a lovely evening,” he repeats with a smile in his voice.
“I was a polite, good-natured, and delightful dinner guest.”
“I was, um…” he chuckles a little, recalling what I said, “a polite, good-natured, and delightful dinner guest.”
“Now, may I have a kiss…Daddy?”
Walker snaps his head back, gray eyes darkening with oncoming clouds. Welcome clouds, like summer heat needing a cooling rain. “U-um… m-may I… have a kiss… Daddy?” he finishes softly.
Oh yes.
He is embarrassed, caught off guard, but he likes saying it. He can’t hide that from me.
I slide my fingers around the back of his neck and into the trimmed hair at his nape. He is broader and bigger than me in almost every way save my height, but he shrinks under my touch like a relieved sag to get closer. I pull him to me, slow, deliberate, and just before our lips touch, I say, “How could I refuse such agood boy.”
I swallow the whimper the endearment causes and hold his lips to mine with the assuring presence of my hand. Once Walker moves past his embarrassment and potential surprise at how much he enjoys our wordplay and building dynamic, he leans his head just subtly left, parts his lips, and slides his tongue past my teeth.
The taste of his tongue, his lips, the way we slot together, banishes everything else from my mind. I reach for the edge of his cardigan with my free hand, pulling him even closer in sync with stepping forward into his body, until I feel resistanceas Walker’s back meets the stone railing of the stoop. The anchoring makes it even easier to sink against him, licking deeper into his mouth and nibbling at his plump lips when we pause for breath.
Walker, in turn, kisses as if he hasn’t embraced someone like this in months, years. Maybe he hasn’t. Maybe with Curtis and past lovers it was never quite right, the recipient of his passions never truly one he wanted. It’s a nice thought, that there might be only a meager few who have ever held him like this and had him under their spell.
I feel Walker’s quickening heartbeat through my knuckles, which are pressed to his chest with me gripping his cardigan. The erratic, pounding rhythm urges me on, and I want to grind my hips forward. I can feel that even just this has made Walker half-hard with the heavy, telling presence against my hip. I will have to reward my good boy, my good doctor for his stalwart behavior and enticing reactions. Eventually.
But not tonight.
I nibble his lips a little more and end with a light flick of my tongue in the same moment that I press my hip harder against the steel in his slacks. Then I whisper just as low and quiet as when I called him a good boy.
“If you want to get to date four, doctor, you’ll have to agree to date two.”
