Daddy

Nate

The previous day was intense in many ways, and culminated in an incredible night of pleasure, I feel renewed, happy, and fulfilled. I am twenty-two years old, I have lived through a lot, there were many experiences that made me who I am. One of them was to have met this boy, or rather, this man, who is lying on my bed, and to have accepted once and for all what I feel for him. Although I grew up with an uncle, I have an LGBTQIA+ best friend, this didn't stop me from being an idiot, and denying what I felt at that moment, and especially my sexuality.

I was reluctant, I tried to reject my feelings out of pure fear, and this made me suffer. When I decided to surrender to my feelings for him, it changed my life completely. I look at his face resting on my chest, and wonder how I could have imagined that this guy, who came late to the first casting meeting, would make me so happy?

I stroke his hair, he opens his eyes slowly. He brings his hand to his eyes and rubs them, and looks at me. I smile, and he does the same.

— Did you wake up first to stare at me, Pussycat?

— I forgot that you play this part! — I say and smile.

—Are you calling me an idiot in love?

— Yes. — I answer and Will slaps me lightly on the arm. — Oh, that hurts, Bunny!

— It even looks like it hurts! — he exclaims and smiles.

— You are stronger than me, Will!

— Look who's talking? You've been practicing Muay Thai for ages, and your muscles feel like stone...

— It's not like that either! — I say and make a face at him. — By the way, as I'm redoing my routine, I'm going back to the gym!

— Why have you never asked me to go with you?

— First that you don't practice, and second that I don't want you to get hurt!

— What do you think I am? A sacred crystal?

— Of course not, but I don't want to see this little face with any bruises! — I say and caress his face. — But if you want to go, I'd like to see you there!

— Then I'll go, I want to see my hot boyfriend in a ring, and shirtless! - he says and lets out a cynical chuckle.

— Stop being silly! There is another thing... On Friday I'm going to the soccer field to play soccer with Arthit and the boys from the team, do you want to come with me?

— I want to!

— But be careful not to get hurt again, okay?

As I speak, he entwines our hands, kisses my wedding ring, laughs, and then says something.

— All right, Daddy! I'll be careful, Daddy!

— You shouldn't say that word in bed, Will!

— Daddy is papa in English, no big deal!

— Not at all... Daddy is the kind of word that activates forbidden things!

— What?

— Something very hot to do in bed! — I say, and he makes a fake expression, as if amazed.

— Thinking about sex in the morning, Daddy?

—Yes!

— I think I'm a little tired... I asked for three, and you gave me four, remember? - asks and nods my head in agreement.

— But, did you forget that we always take turns, Bunny? — I ask and bring my hand to his mouth, caressing it with the tip of my finger. — And it's been a while since you've done the other part of the relay!

Instantly he lies down on top of me, looks at me like I'm something really juicy, bites his lower lip, then takes my mouth, and I'm sure we won't be leaving this room any time soon.

[...]

I have been letting go of everything that has plagued me these past few weeks, and with the help of my boyfriend, everything is lighter, and I feel grateful for him and so many amazing people in my life who have helped me. My dating seems to be back on a normal schedule, and since our "comeback", I can say so, besides working together, he is with me all the time, and that makes me happier.

Today we had a photoshoot, one of those that seemed endless. Lots of costume changes, many poses, many clicks, and different locations. Something that caught my attention during all this busy session was that Will would not let me hold my cell phone. Every time I touched the phone, he would always take it back and start a random conversation, and before I knew it, he was involved and forgot his cell phone, and that's how it went until we got home.

I am curious, I convinced him to take a shower by himself with the excuse of waiting for the delivery guy to arrive with the food we ordered. I turn on my cell phone, open my social networks, and realize why Will didn't want me to pick up the device while we were working, the internet court once again confabulating one of their lying stories about me, judging and attacking me, this time they resurrected a picture of me in a nightclub. The photo is old, from the time I was dating Mali, and she was even there with me. There was a fight that day between two guys, one of them was Mali's cousin, I got into the mix to help him, but the internet decided to invent that I started the fight, according to someone who was there and said that he saw everything. I would honestly like to know what they are getting out of this? To make matters worse, they are listing actors who could be Will's romantic partners in our series, and in the next jobs he does. These lies don't shock me as much as before, they hurt me, but I also know that I need to face this head on, and that I have a lot of support from everyone who loves me and is by my side.

— What do you see there? — I hear Will's voice, and look toward the bathroom, and the sight is very pleasant, him wrapped in a towel, hair wet, the water dripping down his face and chest. I smile. He comes over and sits down beside me on the bed, and asks me in a concerned tone. — Is everything all right?

— You know I was a little sad about what I saw on my cell phone, but after I saw you leaving the bathroom, I forgot about it? — I say and stare at him.

— Are you already thinking about sex, Pussycat?

— I'm always thinking about sex, especially when I'm around you! — I say and stroke your hair. — But, changing the subject... Were you trying to get me away from my cell phone so I wouldn't see all the shit that was being said about me?

— I'm sorry, but I didn't want you to see this nonsense, and in the same way that you worry about me getting hurt in Muay Thai, or in soccer, I worry about you getting hurt by what these people say!

I wrap my arms around his neck, smile slightly, come even closer, kiss his face.

— Do you know that I am very lucky?

— Why?

— Because I have a limited edition from the most beautiful and thoughtful boyfriend in the world, and no one has it like it but me!

— That's passionate idiot number 2! - he says and lets out a laugh.

— Who is number 1?

— Me! — he answers, and we laugh together.

Will squeezes my back and kisses my mouth lightly, and I eagerly kiss him back. The kiss becomes intense, he slowly pushes me to lie down, and quickly lies on top of me. I caress his back while his mouth devours mine, his hand goes down the side of my body, and mine goes to his ass, and I squeeze it and feel his hard cock touching mine, which is almost in the same situation. He stops the kiss, and lifts the hem of my shirt, and pulls it with my help, he brings his mouth to my chest, and goes down, following the right path to drive me crazy, when he arrives in front of my pants, a shrill sound echoes through the house, the intercom bell decides to stall our fun.

[...]

Recording continues, and I confess that it is a little difficult to dissociate fiction from reality. Every scene in which I must show my love, care, and attention is all too real when I view it after the director has finished recording. I'm starting to notice that everyone realizes this, how much this love has connected us in a surreal way, and with every scene we shoot, photos, ads, everything we develop together, this has become clearer, and the fandom of the ship has gone crazy for any of our posts, especially those where we combine phrases, or pretend to be far away, when we are actually next to each other.

As I invite him to come to the court with me, to play with my friends, I remember the first time he came, got hurt, and insinuated that we could do something more in the locker room. Unfortunately that was another time, I was just beginning to accept the fact that I was in love and dating a man, and sex was a taboo for me. If his insinuation were made today, I would not let this opportunity pass and would fulfill some fantasies in the locker room.

[...]

Just like Thirasak, I have an immense passion for soccer, it is more than a sport for me, both when I am playing and as a spectator, it arouses many feelings, I even forget who I am. On the field it is always very exciting, I run a lot, I am always well positioned, I steal the opposing team's balls, I help in marking, and I always score a goal. This is my routine both times, and today it is a little different, Will is here, and my behavior is different. I try to observe if everything is okay, if he has not suffered a foul, and as usual Will always asks to leave before the end of the first half. I walk to the other side of the field and see him, completely sweaty, sitting on the bench. I come closer, touch his hair.

— Is everything okay?

— I'm just a little tired! — he speaks in a sly tone.

— You didn't even run!

— You know I get tired soon... — he speaks with a kind of weeping tone.

— All right! Don't go anywhere, and wait for me! — I say and he shakes his head in agreement.

The match doesn't take long to finish. My team ends up losing.

Arthit approaches me, and says something.

— Every time your boyfriend comes, you stop being that star player, and become a zombie on the field!

— Stop this nonsense, it has nothing to do with Will! I was just too tired, this week has been very exhausting.

— All right, I'll pretend I believe it!

— Arthit, fuck you! — I say, he lets out a cynical laugh, walks forward and stops. — I got the key, do you really want it?

— Of course I will!

— What are you going to do there?

— It's none of your business, Arthit! Just give me the key!

When we get to the bench, I sit down next to Will, and then Arthit hands me the key.

— Thanks!

— What is this key? — Will asks.

— Let's get our things together, and you will know where this key is from!

[...]

I take Will by the hand and lead him down a hallway until we come to the last door. I take the key, turn the handle, and open the door. I turn on the light, lead my boyfriend inside, and close the door with the key. Will looks at me without understanding anything, and asks.

— It is a changing room! What are we doing here?

— What do you do in a place like that?

— Take a shower, but why are we in this one, and not the other one like everyone else in the team?

— So... Here there are two changing rooms, this one is never used because it is too small. As you can see, there are only five showers in front of us, and next to them are two toilets...

— Yes, I see it, but I don't understand anything!

— I asked Arthit for the key, because he is always responsible for this, and he assured me that there will only be the two of us here, that is, he won't tell anyone from the team that this locker room is working!

— Okay... So, shall we take a shower? — he asks, gives me his back and holds his hand. Will turns and looks at me curiously. — I'm starting to believe that there are ulterior motives with this whole locker room thing!

— Do you remember the last time you came? — I ask and he nods his head in agreement. — You told me that you thought of the two of us sharing a bathroom, and that it would be a lot of fun, remember?

— I remember! — he says, and I come closer, shortening the distance between us.

— So, I've been thinking about it these days, and seeing you like this in your uniform, with your boots, all sweaty, with your face all red... It makes me so horny, Bunny!

I slowly push him back against the wall. He looks at me, and his mouth is open, he seems impressed by what I just said, then a cynical smile forms on his lips, and he speaks in that sly voice that drives me crazy.

— You mean you invited me to soccer, and even bought this uniform so you could take advantage of me in this locker room? Just me, a helpless little bunny, being seduced like that by a mean little cat like you!

— Do you know that I get a hard-on when you speak in that tone of voice? I should punish you for that. — I speak, and he continues to look at me the same way, and lets out a light laugh.

— Punishment? — he asks, and wraps his arms around my neck, and I bring his face close to mine, close my eyes, and feel his mouth against my ear. — What are you going to do to me, Kitten? Or should I call you Daddy?