Teddy Bear (boyxboy)

Chapter 13

I wake up the next morning, completely out of my headspace, and to a cold bed. Not really how i wanted to spend my first morning here— cold and alone in bed, but i wont complain, because i don't want to make Damien feel bad.

The smell of something cooking peaks my interest as i sit up, the covers pooling at my waist. I rub my eyes, trying to get used to the morning light.

I quietly get out of the bed, my covered feet doing nothing to ease how cold the floor feels. I tip toe out of the room, trying to make as little noise as possible.

A fond smile grows on my face as a shirtless Damien comes into my view, with his back to me, but i can still see him somewhat frantically making food. He has a cute, concentrated expression on his face as he puts pancake batter into a pan, before moving to another section of the counter to chop up some strawberries.

I mentally groan in delight. I love strawberries.

I silently hop up onto the counter, watching the way he works in the kitchen.

God he is such a daddy.

I keep my noises and opinions to myself, liking the way I'm able to watch the unfiltered him while he thinks I'm not here.

Somewhere in me, i know that Damien doesn't seem like the type of person who would filter the true him for acceptance from others, let alone me. But theres something wonderful to me about getting to watch his raw emotions.

I resist the urge to giggle when he almost forgets about the pancakes in the pan. Luckily, they don't burn, and they're a nice shade of golden brown. I sit in silence for the next ten minutes as he finishes off the pancake batter, making a large stack of pancakes.

The way his back muscles move as he works sends a tingling sensation through me, but this time, it surges through my body, and lands right in my crotch area. Something within me wants to gasp at this new feeling, but i refrain from making any noise.

He takes two plates out of a drawer. One of them being a white, expensive looking plate, and the other one being a plastic Winnie the Pooh plate with different compartments for different foods.

He wordlessly stacks three pancakes on what is most likely his plate, before stacking three on my own, cutting them up into small squares.

In one of the other compartments of my plate, he puts a heap of diced up strawberries, and i mentally thank him because that's always been the way i like to eat my strawberries.

He pours syrup over his own pancakes, and pours some into the third and final compartment of my plate. Not too much. Not too little.

Part of me wants him to put more, because I'm practically addicted to sugar, but the bigger portion of me tells me that if i have too much sugar today, I'll be super hyper and annoying to him.

He picks up both plates, and i prepare for him to be startled by my presence, but it turns out the only one who is started is me, as he places his plate next to me on the counter, standing between my legs with my plate in his hands, obviously not spooked at all. Did he know i was here all along?

"Open" he says dominantly in his deep morning voice, and yup. The tingles are back.

I open my mouth obediently, allowing him to feed me a piece of pancake. I hum in appreciation, not only for the gesture, but because of how good his cooking is. He could be a chef.

He alternates between feeding me, and eating some of his breakfast too. He creates a pattern. 3 pieces of pancake, 2 strawberry slices.

Eventually, all of my pancakes are gone, and the only thing left are a small pile of strawberry slices. I open my mouth eagerly, causing him to chuckle.