Dieter's Prize

Thirteen

Dieter's POV

I was slightly worried that our meeting again would be awkward. But it was the opposite. The ever-flowing conversations that we had on Facetime were still present in person. Truly I don't know why I was so nervous.

Perhaps it was also the fact Crispin made the first move of physicality and pulled me into a hug. A hug that ignited a fire in the deepest depths of my gut. A hug that surrounded me with his citrus scent.

A hug that made me want to throw him into the car and do unspeakable things to him. But I kept my resolve. That was until I was in the car and I was able to look him over fully. He was dressed to impress as always, but I knew was was underneath that white button-up. And I wanted nothing more than to run my hands over his chest.

I wanted to do a lot more things too but I knew that would have to wait. Seeing as Carter was staying with us for the first night while I was here. But the next day...once he was out of earshot...

"Deder! Look at my room!" Carter pulled me through the hallway of the two-story house and into his room.

It was decorated like I had imagined. Blue bed frame with red bedding and cars blankest all over. There were toys scattered neatly against the walls, and Spiderman themes lamps. He stood watching me, waiting for me to say something.

"I love it," I told him and his face lit up with a smile. He grabbed my hand again and pulled me out towards the only other room available.

"This is daddy's room." He pushed open the door and Crispin was already in there, unpacking my suitcase.

I told him he didn't need it and that I could leave my clothes in it but he insisted. I think it's his way of making me feel a part of the house. That his house is my house. It warmed my heart.

I looked over the room and it looked just as I imagined, but better because it smelled just like him. The bedding was olive green, with accents of cream scattered. There was a dresser, and a TV and I could see a door that led to a bathroom and closet.

The house was quaint, but it was cozy. I knew Crispin was scared of what I would think of it but truly he had nothing to worry about it. Wherever he lived I would have loved it.

"I sleep in Daddy's bed all the time," Carter said as he struggled to get on it. I assisted and watched as he crawled across and laid on it like it was his. "Where will you sleep, Deder?"

Such an innocent question. But there was so much behind it, and he had no idea. I could feel Crispin's eyes staring into my back waiting for my answer.

"I will also be sleeping in Daddy's bed," I smirked as the words came out of my mouth. I took a peak at Crispin but his eyes were down, but that wasn't hiding the fact his cheeks were bright red.

"Sleepover!" Carter yelled as he started jumping up and down.

"Carter, no jumping. You know better." Crispin spoke as he finished unpacking my things.

"I want to jump!" Carter replied.

"Stop it. Please."

"No! I want to jump!"

"Carter! I said, stop. Now." Crispin's voice boomed, it leaked authority. So much so that I had to resist the urge to bare my neck in submission. Something that had never happened before. Carter stopped immediately and he looked at his father. It all happened in slow motion. The way his face scrunched up, and his eyes began to water and a loud wail came from his lips.

"You're being mean!" Carter screamed at Crispin, still standing on the bed unmoving.

"You need to listen the first time." Crispin sighed and walked forward. I felt awkward standing there, I didn't know what the proper thing to do was.