Kit (A Little Christmas Season Three)

Chapter 9

9

Kit

I was so tired my first night with Parker. But I was too shy to say I wanted to go to bed.

I felt my head dip low, then jerked it back when I realized I was falling asleep.

After doing that a few times, Parker shut off the TV and stretched. “Bedtime?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sleepy.”

Parker stood, then looked down at me. “Coming?”

I wasn’t sure what to do. We were still so new with each other. Slowly, I held up my arms. “I’m too tired to walk, Daddy.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, and leaned down, effortlessly lifting me.

I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged his shoulders. It felt so right. So good. I was close enough to feel his heartbeat. Rapid. Excited.

Softly, I said, “I want to sleep in your bed, Daddy.” Just in case he hadn’t figured that out from my earlier protests about not showing me the guest room.

“I think you should.” He nuzzled me gently. “I need to keep an eye on you your first night here.”

I quickly agreed. “Yes, sir.”

I was so happy my insides felt like they were made of air. Parker made no ultimatums. I had no expectations put on me. He made me feel like I could be myself, the boy that I was. The five-year-old who needed gentle guidance. And, when called for, firm guidance as well.

When we got to the bedroom, he put me on my feet.

“Did you bring your jammies?”

“Yes.” I saw my bag sitting by the closet. “In here.”

I went to it and unzipped the top. “See?” I held up my favorite PJs. They were white with a pattern of fire engines.

Parker reached out and touched them. “Soft. That’s good. And the fire engines make it special”

“I love them.” I held the clothes out to him. “Will you help me put them on?”

It was something I loved. Being dressed and undressed. It was sexual sometimes, but not all the time. Tonight, I was so tired I only craved the caring part. Parker seemed attuned to that and didn’t push me at all.

“Of course, I will, baby boy. That’s what daddies are for. To help with everything you need.”

My chest warmed, as if a summer wind blew right through it.

First, Parker made a place for me in his walk-in closet for all my things. He helped me unpack. Seeing my things out and hanging next to his was one more connection being built between us.

The cherry on top was when he put Teddy on top of the pillows at the head of his bed. Parker was behaving like he was my real daddy. And for the next two weeks, he would be.

I was going to get everything out of it I could. And hopefully he would fall in love with me the way it was already happening for me. The quick bursts of excitement. The way every word he spoke was like a delicious morsel. And his arms around me when he’d carried me upstairs. My heart was exploding for him.

That was scary because it was early. I didn’t fall in love. Not usually. The truth was, I was often intimidated by daddies. That added to my thrills, and the sex was fun. But they didn’t want more from me except weekend quickies. That was great sometimes, but that wasn’t what made me fall for someone.

Parker woke up something else inside me. I’d waited for that feeling for what seemed like forever. There were nights I fantasized about my perfect daddy and thought it would never happen for me. Something was either wrong with me or I was on the wrong path.

I was so happy I’d decided to go to the Christmas party at the club. And then back for a second time.

Who knew Christmas might change my life? Everyone said it was a magical time of year. But those were just words. I thought they meant the magic of the lights and the snow and the gifts. And Santa. The real Santa.

I never thought I’d meet another kind of Santa.

Now that all my things were put away, Parker turned to me. “Time to get little ones ready for bed.”

“Yes, please. I can hardly keep my eyes open, Daddy.”

“That’s okay. We’ll have you tucked in in no time.”

He led me back into the bedroom where my PJs were lying out on the foot of the bed.

“Okay,” he said softly. “Time for buttons again.”

I raised my arms, and he started undoing the buttons on my shirt. He was fast. Like he’d said, he was a pro. I had nothing on underneath and was half naked by the time he pulled the shirt from my arms and folded it neatly.

I was nervous but happy. My skin tingled, making my nipples hard. I vacillated between being embarrassed and proud.

Parker made no comment.

“Sit on the edge of the bed so I can get your shoes.”

I obeyed, loving that the command in his tone was so patient. I lifted my feet.

He untied my light-up sneakers and gently removed them, then my socks, setting everything aside.

“Okay, stand back up, baby boy.”

I did. Without asking, and bending to his task, Parker started undoing my jeans. He’d already done it once. But this time I was taking them off. In front of him.

The flaps came undone exposing my underwear again, all the playful dogs leaping across the cotton material.

“Can you push them down for daddy?” Parker asked.

I shoved them down to my ankles, then stepped out of them.

Now I stood before him in only my briefs.

“Do you sleep in your underwear?” Parker asked.

What a question. Sometimes I did. I wasn’t sure what I should say. Then I realized he’d want me to say whatever made me comfortable.

For now, that was a “Yes.”

He held out the PJ bottoms so I could step into them. Next came the top. He had me dressed in seconds. He’d obviously done this before.

“Now, brush your teeth and anything else you need to do.”

I hurried in the bathroom, then came out and saw the bedcovers turned down. My teddy sat waiting for me.

Parker was in shorts and nothing else.

“Where are your PJs, Daddy?”

“I don’t really have any.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t use them.”

“Do you sleep naked?”

He laughed. “It’s my preference. But I have these on for tonight.” He indicated his shorts, which were blue and fit him nicely in all the right places.

“Is it your bedtime, too?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“We had fun today, didn’t we?”

“I did. Did you, baby boy?”

“It was so much fun. I want to play all those games again. And watch TV with you. And have good food. It’s so much fun to visit here, Daddy.”

“I’m glad you like it,”

I climbed into the big bed, grabbing Teddy. Parker turned out the light. There was a little lamp on by the bedside, but everything else was shadowy and dark.

He got in the bed beside me and turned to face me. “Comfy?”

“Yep.”

“Good boy.”

Those two words made my insides swirl.

We had both said we were tired, the shorthand for no nookie tonight. I wanted to wait. It was too early for us. I desired him, but I liked the burn I felt as I anticipated what was to come.

Parker leaned back and turned off the lamp. The room plunged into darkness.

I squirmed a little closer to Parker, feeling his warmth beneath the blankets but not quite touching. I hugged Teddy to my chest harder than ever.

The room still felt alien and strange. Parker was right beside me, but my body shivered in fits and starts.

“Daddy.”

“Yes?”

“Will you hold my hand? I really hate the dark.”

There was motion under the covers. Suddenly, fingers brushed against my wrist. I turned my hand palm up and Parker grasped it, warm and strong.

I squeezed with my own fingers.

“There’s a nightlight in the bathroom,” he said. “I’ll get nightlights for the bedroom and hall tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Parker turned into his side, still holding my hand, and with his free hand petted the side of my face. He rose up and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

My breath caught. My skin warmed. When I finally let the air out of my lungs, it made a low, contented sound.

“Go to sleep now, baby boy,” Parker said.

I was completely in tune with his voice and closed my eyes.

Parker’s breathing came even and slow. I was cradled in a cocoon of warmth and safety. Despite the tingles of my body, I relaxed and started to fall asleep.