Page 106 of Wrestling with Daddy

Which worked most days but today was not going to be one of them from the looks of it.

Nathan stomped his feet. “I thought we were getting along, Plum-Plum.”

They were. The incredibly pretty cat still looked at him weird with her one eye when he was crawling around the floor and playing with squeaky toys, but that was to be expected. When he wasn’t in pupspace, though, the cat even curled up on his lap from time to time and kneaded his tummy. It was sweet.

Hilarious too, the first time Ken had seen them. Daddy complained that his cat was affectionate with everyone except him, but Nathan knew that wasn’t true. Plum-Plum adored Daddy; she ran to him every morning and rubbed herself between his ankles before she was meowing for food.

Nathan hadn’t known much about owning a cat before he moved with Daddy, but even he knew that was a big thing.

Before he got too lost in thought, Nathan snapped a picture of the unusable laptop and sent it to his editor. The guy had three cats home, so surely he’d understand it was going to take a bit of time.

Maybe he should really invest in one of those fake tiny laptops so Plum-Plum had her own.

* * *

OperationRecreate Their First Datewas going well. And, most importantly, on time!

Daddy had texted him five minutes ago to tell him he was on his way home. That was when the oven timer said there were only six minutes left. Then it beeped, and Nathan hadn’t dared to open the appliance so none of the warmth left.

He had placed a bag of tortilla chips on the big living room table, and he’d managed to cook the recipe Ana had sent. He’d stayed in touch with the owner of the Mexican place and, although he was sure there was some secret ingredient missing, she’d shared a recipe for him to plop in the oven and get the closest thing to the Supreme Nachos they’d enjoyed almost a year ago.

Nathan hoped Daddy liked it. He should’ve probably tested it with someone else, but it was hard to stock a fridge with different cheese blends and peppers and other vegetables without raising too many questions.

Maybe he should buy a mini fridge and keep it hidden for things like this.

He snorted.

That was silly, but it entertained him enough so he wasn’t crawling out of his skin with anxiety until Daddy made it home.

He might’ve jumped at him a bit too energetically.

“Smells amazing in here, baby boy.” Ken kissed the top of his head after he’d wrangled him down. “Did you get up to something?”

“Just go sit down, Daddy. I’m being a good boy today.”

“You are, huh?”

Nathan nodded. Another thing he’d discovered and explored more with Daddy since he moved in was his role and the kind of submissive he wanted to be. He was an energetic pup, and a brat, but he also enjoyed being good for Daddy; even serving him—from time to time. The guys at his old community hadn’t understood how he could switch between the roles, but it didn’t matter.

The new guys he’d been hanging out with since he’d moved to Lake Tahoe with Daddy did. They helped him sort all of that in his head. They were also happy to give suggestions when he was running out of ideas to keep Daddy on his toes.

“Surprise me, then.”

Nathan nibbled his bottom lip. “Actually… may I take care of you first, Daddy?”

Daddy’s gaze heated right away. He hadn’t been thinking aboutthatexactly, but now that he had those brown eyes settled on him like that… Nathan squirmed.

“What does that look like?”

“Get you out of your work clothes,” he nearly stammered, fingers fidgeting with the belt putting Daddy’s suit together. “I’d do more but I’ve worked really hard on the food, Daddy. I-I don’t want it to get cold.”

“That’s all right, boy,” Daddy cupped his cheek as he spoke. He always had the warmest hands that made Nathan feel all kinds of things. “You can just help me out of this stuffy suit, how about that? I’m sure we’ll have time for other things after we eat whatever you’ve made.”

“You can’t guess, Daddy?” Nathan giggled, feeling himself dive deeper into that headspace where he didn’t have to think all that much.

“I’d rather be surprised.” Daddy winked, pulling him closer. “Have you finished your work for the day?”

“Well…” Nathan looked down and squirmed again. “I was finishing, but Plum-Plum wasn’t letting me. It’s not my fault, Daddy.”