Gentle hand, p.5
Gentle Hand, page 5
part #2 of Perfect Hands Series
“Hmm. Maybe we should find a way to make sure you don’t forget to take them then.”
Raf swallowed again. “We?” he asked, his voice croaking a little.
“Yes, we,” Daddy Brendan said, his voice firm but warm. “It’s my job to take care of you, baby boy, so this will fall under my tasks. We’ll figure out how we can best do this.”
Raf’s heart filled with something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Hope.
Two days later, Brendan was still on cloud nine with how well the first experiment with Raf had gone over. The boy had taken to it like a fish to water, and Brendan hoped for much more than he probably should. It was still only the beginning, and a lot could happen, but oh, how Brendan longed and wanted.
He tried to warn himself he shouldn’t get his hopes up too high, not after the way Henry had broken things off, leaving Brendan hurting deeply, but it was useless. Raf was everything he’d wanted, all he could’ve wished for in a boy. Brendan knew the boy was new to this, so he’d have to go slow, but he couldn’t help dreaming big.
He’d called Raf the next day at ten in the morning. The boy was supposed to have messaged him as soon as he was awake, but when that didn’t happen, Brendan suspected he’d forgotten. Turned out he’d been right. Raf had apologized profusely, but he’d gotten distracted by a job ad he’d spotted online.
Brendan didn’t like it, but he’d done a little research on ADHD in the meantime, and he’d learned a lot. Forgetting things was quite common, as was getting distracted. It wasn’t something Raf chose; it happened to him, his brain unable to focus or stay on track, Brendan read. So he would adapt and try to understand. The fact Raf had clearly felt bad had helped.
The next day, Raf had remembered to call him when he woke up, and Brendan had seen that as a victory. He’d reminded him to take his meds, which made Raf strangely emotional. The boy soaked up the care and attention like a dying plant soaked up water and sunlight.
Raf didn’t have much to do during the day, except scour the Internet for jobs and work an occasional shift at Target, and so Brendan decided he could afford to take a Wednesday afternoon off and spend it with his boy. Waiting till the weekend seemed way too long, and a mere hour or two in the evening were nowhere near enough. So he’d asked Raf to come over again, and he’d planned something he hoped the boy would love… and that would maybe take them to the next step.
Raf showed up ten minutes late, but he had a good reason. “I got invited for a job interview!” He exclaimed as soon as Brendan opened the door for him.
Brendan barely had time to brace himself before he had his arms full of a bumbling, happy Raf. He breathed him in, his soul quieting now that his boy was close to him again. “I’m so excited for you. I knew you could do it.”
“It’s for the teacher’s aide job at that kindergarten in the elementary school three blocks from here,” Raf said as he let go, his eyes sparkling. “It would be perfect for me, and I have the qualifications for it.”
“I’m sure you’ll do well at the interview.”
He got Raf some juice, and they went into the living room, where Raf clearly had trouble sitting still. His foot tapping and his fingers fidgeting, he was almost bouncing in his seat. “Sorry. I’m super excited. I really need a job, you know? It’s getting tight financially, and I don’t wanna have to move back in with my mom. I’m working some shifts at Target, running the register or restocking, but it’s not what I wanna do with my life. Hey, I don’t even know what you do for a living? Do you work? I assume you do, ‘cause you have such a nice house, but what do you do?”
Wow, he was hyper, Brendan thought. “Come here,” he told Raf, realizing he needed to help him calm down a bit. Good thing he’d gotten something at the store that might help. He dragged it out of his pocket, hiding it from Raf for now. “Come sit on my lap for a bit.”
To his credit, Raf instantly got up, but before he could climb on Brendan’s lap, he held Raf back with a hand against his chest. “You’re wearing those ridiculously tight pants again,” he said, half complaining and half groaning, because damn, they did make his ass look good.
Raf seemed to pick up on his mixed feelings because he shot him a cheeky smile, and he half-turned, sticking out his ass with a hand on his hip. “Don’t you like them, Daddy?”
Brendan still got a rush every time the boy dropped that word so casually. “You know I do, you little tease. But be a good boy for Daddy and take them off, will you? You can’t be comfortable in those.”
Raf sighed. “They are really tight when I sit down,” he admitted, already popping the button. He dragged down the jeans, revealing another one of his skin-tight boxer briefs that showed every line of his body.
Brendan slowly shook his head. “I’m not sure those are much better.”
Raf grinned as he dropped his jeans on the floor, then popped a finger behind his waistband and slowly pulled it outward. “These are super stretchy, Daddy. Look!”
Brendan couldn’t help but laugh. He was a little minx, his boy. “Daddy will buy you some cute pajamas to wear when you’re here because this won’t do. But for now, come sit with me.”
Raf nestled on his lap, that cute little butt wriggling till Brendan’s cock was hard as a rock. “You smell so nice,” Raf said with a little sigh. “And you feel so good, too.”
Brendan held him close, nuzzling his hair. “Mmm, I love having you on my lap, my sweet boy.”
“I know I’m really hyper,” Raf said, his voice apologetic and with a hint of fear, as if he was scared Brendan would reject him.
“It’s okay, baby boy. But how about I help you slow down a little?”
Raf nodded instantly. “My head feels super busy right now,” he whispered. “I get really tired of myself when that happens.”
“I’m sorry,” Brendan said, holding him a little tighter. “But I have something that may help. Two things, actually. I did a little research into ADHD, and I have some ideas that could maybe work.”
Raf’s head turned to face him. “You did?”
Brendan leaned in for a kiss on his forehead. “Of course I did. What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t try to understand you?”
Raf leaned back against his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief. What did it say about what he’d encountered in his life that he couldn’t believe Brendan had gone through the minor trouble of finding out more about his ADHD? Brendan’s heart filled with softness all over again.
He reached for the small package he’d put on a side table before. “I have two gifts for you. This is the first one.”
Raf opened it carefully, frowning in puzzlement as he unwrapped the little fabric square. “What is this?” he asked, clearly uncertain.
“They call it a sensory square. It’s made of different fabrics, some super soft velvet and other a little rougher, and it has all these little ribbons in varying textured attached to it, see? It’s for you to hold in your hands and play with, to feel all the different textures. I read that it’s often hard for you to focus unless your hands have something to touch and fiddle with, so I thought this might be perfect.”
Raf looked at the baby blue square again, stroking a few of the ribbons with his index finger. “Thank you,” he said softly. “This has to be the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”
“You’re welcome. Hold on to it. Play with it. It’s yours now, and you can play with it at anytime when you feel restless, okay?”
Raf nodded as he settled against Brendan again, clutching the little bit of fabric in both his hand. His fingers stroked the fabric, finding the little ribbons and loops and fingering them.
“I have something else for you as well.”
God, he hoped he’d gotten it right with this one. It was a risk he was taking, maybe pushing Raf a little faster than was smart, but he had to try. He grabbed the pacifier he’d put in his pocket before and held it out for Raf to see.
“That’s a pacifier,” Raf said slowly.
“Yes.”
“It’s for me? Like, to use?”
“Yes.”
Brendan could say more, like how he’d done research and had discovered some people with ADHD had a strong oral fixation and benefitted from suckling on something. In time, he hoped the boy would consider sucking on something else, but for now, a binkie would have to do.
“Why don’t you try it for a few minutes. If you don’t like it, no harm done, okay? You can be honest with me.”
“It’s a little weird,” Raf said, his nose all crumped again.
“Weird is in the eye of the beholder. One person’s weird is another person’s turn-on or kink. There’s no shame in liking what you like, baby boy…or what you don’t like. We can try everything and decide to keep what we like and ditch what we don’t. Okay?”
“I’ll try it for you, Daddy,” Raf said, sounding sweeter than ever, and Brendan wanted to kiss him more than anything. But he didn’t want to rush into that part of their relationship either, no matter how much he wanted to…and wanted him.
He took the pacifier from the plastic holder and held it out to Raf. “Five minutes. That’s what I’m asking, baby boy. Sit on my lap for five minutes, sucking on your binkie. Okay?”
Trusting eyes looked up at him, and Raf nodded as he opened his mouth. Brendan popped the pacifier in, a rush of pleasure traversing through him as Raf started sucking immediately. How full his heart was as he looked at the precious boy on his lap, quieting down now both his mouth and his hands had something to focus on. Maybe in the future, Brendan could give both something else to keep them occupied, but for now, he was intensely happy to simply hold Raf.
5
It should feel silly, Raf thought. Stupid, even. After all, he was a grown-up man, sucking on a pacifier. That shouldn't feel good, and yet it did. His brain tried to fight it, insisting this was crazy, that no one should like this, but his body had different ideas. His body liked the peace this brought, his hands and his mouth occupied, quieting everything and slowing him down.
"So while you sit and relax a little, I'll tell you a little more about myself,” Daddy Brendan said, and Raf sunk against him. “You asked what I do for a living, right? I'm a real estate agent, and I also own several rental properties in the area. I used to be a contractor, and I had my own business, but after I got hurt on the job, I wanted to transition into something a little less physical. I still do a lot of the maintenance on my rental properties, as well as in this house. I like working with my hands, always have. But I also work as a real estate agent, and I run a small but wonderful team."
Ref let that sink in as he furiously sucked on the pacifier. It was strange how his body was able to calm down now that he had something to focus on. His hands mindlessly played with the little texture thing, his fingertips stroking the velvety soft fabric or endlessly fingering the little ribbon loops. He snuggled closer against Daddy Brendan, surrendering to the deep sense of safety and calm. His mind was calming down now as well, the crazy firing of random thoughts decreasing until all that was left was a quiet, happy hum.
"That's it, baby boy," Daddy praised him. "I can feel you relaxing against me. You're such a good boy, listening to your Daddy and giving this a try. I love taking care of you."
Raf blew out a deep breath through his nose, then resumed suckling on the binkie. He really should stop telling himself this shit was stupid when it clearly worked. He rubbed his cheek against the soft cotton of Daddy's T-shirt, breathing him in deeply through his nose. The man smelled so good. So safe.
Raf closed his eyes, completely relaxed now. He loved Daddy's strong arms, the broad chest he was resting against, the firm thighs he was sitting on. He shifted a little, his ass finding a large and very hard cock. God, Daddy was so big.
It was funny because his usual way of getting rid of this much energy when he was this hyper was to score himself a hookup. He'd discovered fucking that excess energy out of his system was pretty damn effective. Hmm, maybe Daddy could help him out here as well?
He repositioned himself, deliberately this time, making sure his ass dragged over that hard dick underneath him. Daddy let out a little rumble in his chest. "Stop teasing me, boy," he said, but he didn't sound all that stern.
Raf opened his mouth to say something, then discovered he couldn't speak with a pacifier in his mouth.
"Uh-uh. No talking. Your five minutes aren't up yet."
If he couldn't use words, he'd have to use other means to communicate what he wanted, right? He pushed off against Daddy's chest, then swung his legs around him so he was straddling him. It brought his ass in even closer contact with that erection he was so desperate to get his hands on. And his mouth. And his ass, for that matter.
Daddy chuckled. "Are you being deliberately naughty? Do you remember what I told you about what would happen to naughty boys?"
Raf stilled. Was Daddy Brendan really upset, or was this part of their role play? He peeked at his face from underneath his lashes, and Daddy's eyes were sparkling. Role play it was. That got him curious. What would happen if he took things a little further? What would Daddy do then?
There was only one way to find out, and before he'd even thought it through, he slowly ground his hips down, causing some serious friction between his ass and Daddy’s cock. With only thin layers of clothing between them, he could feel him respond immediately. He hadn't thought it possible, but Daddy's dick got even harder against his ass cheeks.
Raf let out a little groan. He really needed to see that thing in person. Preferably up very close and personal. He dropped the little texture thingy on the couch, looping both his hands around Daddy's neck. Daddy's eyes were hot and dark when they met his.
With a slow move, Daddy's hand reached out for his mouth, then popped the pacifier out of his mouth. Raf licked his lips, his mouth strangely empty after sucking on that thing for minutes.
"Daddy," he said, his voice moany and breathless.
Daddy's eyes darkened even more, a low rumble echoing through his chest. It was a sound of want, of need. God, Raf was so on board with wherever this was leading. They stared at each other for two, three seconds more, and then Daddy's hand grabbed his hair and pulled him close, their mouths crushing together.
Raf didn't even pretend to resist, opening up instantly, the need to taste him coursing through his veins. He wanted Daddy Brendan more than anything or anyone in his life. When the man's tongue found his, he whimpered. He gave him everything he demanded, closing his eyes as Daddy thoroughly claimed his mouth. He tasted as bold as his kiss, dominant yet sweet, hot as fuck and yet careful at the same time.
He pressed his body against Daddy's wherever he could, his hips circling, grinding downward all by themselves, his hands holding onto Daddy’s big arms for support. The kiss was everything and yet not enough at the same time. He wanted more, harder, deeper, fuller.
"We need to slow down, baby boy," Daddy said, panting against Raf's swollen lips.
Slow down? Was the man crazy? "I don't want to slow down," Raf said, sounding downright whiny. "If anything, I want to speed things up. I need you, Daddy."
A strong hand pulled his head back, and Daddy's eyes searched his. "Are you saying that because you think it's what I want to hear?"
Raf worried about Daddy’s sharp tone until he saw the genuine concern on the man's face. "I mean it," he said, dropping all whine and pretend from his voice. He reached for Daddy Brendan's hand, then placed it on his own dick. Obviously, it came nowhere near Daddy's size, but it sure as hell rivaled him in how hard he was.
Daddy's expression changed, growing softer and more intense. Raf let go of his hand, but it stayed where it was, cupping his junk and squeezing gently. "What do you want, baby boy?"
"You," Raf said. Then, because Daddy had stressed how important open communication was, he added, “Your big cock in my ass."
A slow, sexy smile spread on Daddy's mouth. "That's quite explicit."
Raf shrugged. "In the name of open communication and all that."
That strong hand squeezed his junk again, and Raf had to remind himself to breathe. God, it felt so good, that big hand on him.
"I can appreciate that. But don't think I didn't notice that you were naughty, my little minx. I haven't forgotten about that, in case you wondered."
"I really didn't," Raf said, which was the truth. He'd been so focused on moving things along that the fact that he'd wanted to try out how naughty he could be and what the consequences would be had completely escaped his mind. "Are you gonna punish me?" He pushed his bottom lip out in a little pout he knew looked cute on him.
Daddy laughed. "That's not gonna work on me, boy. You can pout all you want and be as cute and pretty as can be, but you'll still face the consequences."
Consequences. Raf swallowed. That words shouldn't sound as hot and sexy as it did. Something told him he would like these consequences, as contradictory as that might sound.
Before he could even fully process that thought, Daddy let go of his junk, then lifted him up under his armpits and, with one fluid move, laid him across his lap. Oh God. Raf had seen enough porn to know what was coming next. Except this was not some strange fantasy but reality.
Daddy smacked his ass lightly. "Say your safe word for me, baby boy."
Safe word? Were things going to get that intense? His brain latched on to the sliver of fear that rushed through him. If he was going to need a safe word, that meant things might get painful. Had he signed up for that? How was that part of the Daddy-little dynamic Daddy Brendan had promised him? It didn't make sense. If Daddy said he'd take care of him, how could Raf possibly need a safe word?
Those same strong hands lifted him up again and turned him around, cradling him now. Raf was a little scared to look at him, afraid he'd see disappointment in Daddy's eyes, but he encountered nothing but understanding and kindness.
