Not Another Statistic by J.M. Dabney

Author:J.M. Dabney [Dabney, J.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J.M. Dabney

Seventeen

Yuri

I woke up with my fingers fisted in the back of my boy's soft hair. We'd fallen asleep talking, and as the night progressed, he'd cuddled closer to me. When we'd gone through his rules last night, I knew he'd been shocked that the rules weren't about sex. Fucking was easy enough, in our modern age of internet and apps, a hook-up was a swipe away. My boy needed something else. He needed intimacy and care, and when I knew we were both free, we'd take that next step. Until then, I had plans for him.

Lifting my head from the thin pillow, I kissed the top of his head. We were going to have to work on this sleeping situation though. But I had to admit I wasn't averse to being his comfort item every night. Especially when I woke up with him draped completely over my body. It was playing hell with my libido, but I was a man who could control myself. He needed to understand he was more than a body to be fucked and abused. That when the time came, his pleasure was the most important thing to me. I wouldn't say I wouldn't show him who owned him, but I wasn't a sadist like the other men in his past.

I eased him off me and rolled off the bed. The sun wasn't up yet, but I needed to get going for the day. West should have all the files for me, and I needed to make contact with Moffett. I was ready to get out of this room, and I knew my boy needed some fresh air. He'd been stuck there for two days.

I crossed the room to our bag and chose our clothes for the day. I laid his out on the foot of the bed and took mine into the bathroom to grab a quick shower. After relieving myself, I stood in front of the mirror and used the trimmers to clean up my beard. It had started to turn shaggy. I was just using a razor to clean up my neck as my sleepy boy padded into the bathroom with his eyes barely open.

I finished up as he used the toilet and washed his hands. He wasn't a morning person, especially not without at least a few double espressos in his system. I chuckled as he moved behind me, his arms twined around my waist, and he rested his forehead to the center of my back. My amusement turned to a deep groan as he pushed his smooth skin to mine. He was still warm from bed.

"It's too early."

He whined, and I slipped my left arm behind me and patted his hip.

"I didn't make you get up, little man."

"You got out of bed. I want my body pillow back."

"Unfortunately, we have things to do today."

I felt his pout against my back, and then he was nuzzling me. He drew circles through the hair on my stomach.

"I get to go with you?"

"I think you need some time outside.

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