I'm startled awake by the soft ringing emitting from my cell phone. A bit groggy, I reach for it blindly on the nightstand and answer with bleary, half opened, eyes.
"'alo?"
"Oseias, baby?"
My brows furrow as my mind tries to catch up, "Daddy?"
"Yes, baby," Max answers, amusement seeping into his voice.
I pull my phone back and blink at the screen, trying to make sense of the numbers to tell the time.
I press it back against my ear, "How was your flight?"
"Long," he sighs.
I carefully sit up in bed and wipe away a bit of dribble from the corner of my mouth.
"You must be exhausted," I frown, noticing how worn out he sounds.
"A little, but hearing your voice makes it all better."
I can't help but smile at that.
"Did you eat yet?" He asks.
I groan, fuck my lower back is killing me!
"No, not yet. As soon as you left, I guess I fell asleep," I shrug, still mildly confused as to how long I've been out.
"I'm glad you caught up on some rest. Sorry for wearing you out baby boy," he says, not at all sounding apologetic for his actions.
"I'm okay, Max, just a bit sore, but refreshed after that nap," I assure, a small grin overtaking my features.
"Go take a shower and then eat," he orders.
"Is that an order, daddy?"
"Be a good boy, Oseias. Or do you want daddy to punish you?"
"Depends," I snicker.
"On what exactly?"
"How daddy plans on punishing me," I tease.
"You little minx, go. I'll call you when I get out of my meeting."
"Meeting?"
Max sighs, "Yeah, meeting."
"You just got there," I state with a worried frown.
Isn't there a time difference or something?
It's already dark here if the lack of light filtering through the curtains is anything to go by. Shouldn't he be resting? Or at home?
"I've put off work a bit too long, baby. I need to fix a few things, make sure the company is running and will continue to run smoothly in my absence."
"What?"
I'm confused. His absence?
"I'll tell you the details later, sweetheart, I'll call you when I can. And eat something please, take care of yourself."
"I," The call ends with a click and I stare at the dark screen, "will."
With a small frown, I whisper a soft meaningless, "bye."
I slip out of bed and do as told.
I turn on the water and plug up the tub. I watch as it swirls around, and ripples erupt from the surface as the porcelain fills. I huff in discomfort as I switch my weight from side to side. In resignation I reach back and slowly tug at the plug.
My nose wrinkles as the full feeling disappears. I dip into warm water and moan as my sore muscles slowly relax and give way. Eventually I'll have to get up and properly wash.
For now, I scrub at my skin and watch the suds slide off.
I can't help but imagine Max's hands, his lips, his sinful touch as I trace the marks left on my skin. I bite my lip, breath hitching as my eyes close.
A bit embarrassed I finish up and step out the bathroom, mirror fogged up with steam.
I wrap myself in a fluffy towel and change into an oversized tee (Max's) and some boxers. Then I wander to the kitchen where I look for something to eat.
My search is for naught when not a moment too soon the doorbell rings.
My brows furrow as I turn and go answer it, forgetting my dignity even exists.
I open the door and stare into empty space.
Just as I'm about to close the door I see it.
A brown paper bag laying innocently on the welcome mat.
Oh?
I reach for it and bring it inside, the promise of food wafting to my nose as I close the door.
I grin dopily as I pull out the food. Impossible whoppers wrapped neatly inside with scattered fries.
I head to the living room with my prize of goods and turn on the TV to scroll through Netflix.
I eat my fill and barely noticed when I fall asleep again.
Max doesn't call.
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My Home Is With You [LGBT+]
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