Her Dad My Daddy ✓

Chapter Forty | Cheers to Being Gay

Ryan tugged at the boy's pants and piece by piece their clothing was littered across the apartment until they were out of clothes to take off and in Ryan's room.

He pushed Karter back to his bed and kissed down his neck, kissing the spots from earlier, leaving them darker.

Every time Ryan kissed lower and lower Karter was half scared he'd pull away again, but before Ryan did he took Karter's dick into his mouth.

"Fuck!" Karter accidentally yelled.

It was normally him giving the blowjobs, Karter wasn't on the receiving end of them all that much so when he was it was almost like a sensory overload.

Ryan sucked the tip before teasingly licking the shaft. Karter couldn't help but grip the sheets until his knuckles were white with every lewd sound, every suck, and lick.

When Ryan took Karter into his mouth again, settled between his legs, Karter felt as if he couldn't last much longer.

"Please," Karter muttered.

Ryan of course only sucked harder making Karter's situation worse.

"Daddy," Karter moaned. He couldn't get himself to say anymore before he came into Ryan's mouth.

Karter nearly gasped when Ryan swallowed and Karter couldn't help but push him off and return the favor.

Karter would never get the image out of his head of how utterly sexy Ryan was and how much he really loved him.

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They laid in bed for a while, clothes discarded as they let the peacefulness wash over them.

Karter traced circles on his hand, finally no longer humming the same song he had been for the past five minutes. He was warm and Ryan couldn't help but love the feeling of the dark-haired boy pressed up against him.

The sounds of the city washed over the room as cars drove by and people shouted at nothing below.

Karter paused for a moment his fingers no longer tracing Ryan's hand, instead he moved up to his wrist and grazed his tattoo. The mess of green and purple watercolors were darkened by the room's lighting. He traced over the line art of the two flowers.

"Can I ask you something?" His voice was soft and Ryan thought he could have asked to go to Iceland and he would have agreed.

"Anything, Amore mio."

"Was Ember the one to find her?" He whispered, his hand wrapped around Ryan's as he brought it up and kiss the man's knuckles. "She mentioned something to me about her sister and it reminded me of how Flynn kinda acted about some who attempted something similar and-I'm realizing how stupid I sound-just forget it I'm sorry for-"

"You don't have anything to apologize for. I was going to tell you about Caterina sooner, but it's not exactly something for light conversation."

Even with all of the times he thought back to the day he never thought he'd ever share his version of what happened. He wouldn't even talk to Carmon the many, many times she offered to try to get him out of his fog.

"Yes. Ember was the first to find her," Ryan muttered out.

He was somewhat grateful Karter wasn't facing him as he began telling him what happened, surprising himself that he didn't feel the overwhelming urge to stop himself. To not mention how much it hurt to speak about that day.

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Ember was fifteen when she stopped talking.

Things were very different from the luxury life he lived now. Back then the apartment was simply a one bedroom, Ember and Caterina shared while Ryan slept on the couch in the living room.