Hello Daddy... (CHARMIE)

Ch9

"You excited baby?" Armie asks, softly rubbing one hand up and down his baby boy's thigh, the other on the steering wheel of his black Aston Martin that Timmy begged him to ride in, and of course he couldn't say no.

This weekend, Armie is living up to his promise of going shopping with Timmy for some... "more suitable winter clothes," as Armie likes to call it. Aka: normal people's clothes, because judging by the holes in his jeans, the seven pairs of underwear and the duct tape that's just barely holding his shoe together, he needs it.

"Um....more nervous, actually," Timmy answered, looking out the tinted windows scanning the tall buildings of New York as they drifted by, until Armie brought back his attention by gently squeezing his knee. "Oh, why is that?"

"I'm just.....I'm nervous if we're going into an expensive store, and someone starts staring or laughing at me or something... I don't know, it's stupid"

"It's not stupid to be nervous Tim," Armie said keeping his eyes on the road, one hand tightening on the leather steering wheel, while the other tightening on Timmy's knee.  "And no one is going to laugh at you, especially not when I'm there," He felt his jaw clench, hands tighten as veins bugged out at his forehead and neck, just from the thought of an idiot prick who picked the wrong day to laugh at his baby boy.

"We won't go into any big stores like Gucci or Prada if it makes you uncomfortable, I just want to make you happy," Timmy smiled and placed his hand on top of Armie's. "I know you do"

As Armie reversed into his parking space, he put his hand on the back of Timmy's head rest, leaning in close to get a better view of behind the car, totally unaware of the effect something so simple would have on Timmy as he looked over at him; jaw dropped, hazel eyes locked on Armie's blue ones, he smiled. "You feeling okay, Tim?"

He rolled his eyes and punched Armie in the shoulder as he continued to laugh parking the car. Armie stepped out quickly to open Timmy's door for him, holding his hand out. "My prince?" He asked. Timmy blushed taking his hand as he stepped out of the car.

"Where are we going first?" He jumped up and down on the balls of his feet as they continued to walk to the entrance. "Wherever you want baby," And Armie linked their hands together.

Timmy was slightly taken back at that. This is the first time they have ever really been out in public together and Armie was already holding his hand. He was getting flashbacks from there first meeting in the café.

It wasn't the fear of some old fart coming up to them and telling them about the 'deadly sins' of two men simply holding hands, but more the fact that Timmy didn't know what their relationship was.

Was he still just a sugar baby to him? Was he more than that? Was moving in just a temporary thing? Was this the last thing Armie was going to do for him before he kicks him out? He already told his landlord he wouldn't be staying in his crappy apartment anymore. Would he be living on the streets? What about college? What would his parents think? Was Armie just in it for the sex? The "companionship" or whatever the fuck he called it. Timmy knew what he was signing up for; sex for money that he desperately needed. It was easier to beg for someone's cock than to explain to your parents why you now have to pick paying rent over food. Sex for money was quick and easy - no strings attached. Sure, you get the odd guy like Armie, that mentions a few public events with someone, someone to talk to, or to hug after they fuck, but then you go home to your real life. Sex for money isnt a relationship- you fuck, get payed, and get out. That's all Timmy wanted. That's all he signed up for, so why hasn't Armie fucked him yet? Was Timmy not good enough? Did Armie see him as a charity case? He just needed to be fucked, he needed was the money and then he needed to get out.