Elijah daddy 18
Sam baby boy 17
"Daddy I can tie my shoes." I mumble, wiggling my foot so I can tie it myself. Elijah looks up sternly at me. "You tie them to loose." He explains, getting a firm grip on my shoe. He finishes tying my shoes and stands up. I whine and lay my head on his chest. "What's wrong hun?" He asks gently, scratching my head. I shurg ny shoulders. "Sam. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong." He explains. I tug the back of his black tank top. "Are you sleepy?" He asks. I shake my head. He makes a humming noise. "Sam, I'm not going to ask again. I need an answer." He explains roughly. I dig my face deeper into his shirt. I don't like it when he uses that voice. It's scary.
He softly pushes me off of him. I stare at his chest. Too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. He furrows his eyebrows. I can't help but blush. Daddy's really pretty. He doesn't like me calling him that, but it's the truth. His piercings complement his face, and he's really strong.
He snaps his fingers in my face. I realize I wasn't listening. "You're going to tell me what's wrong, or do you want me to tickle you until you tell me." He threatened. I immediately shake my head. I hate when he tickles me. I can't escape because he's so much bigger than I am.
"U-Um..." I start but give up. I pop my knuckles. Daddy is going to be upset. We're supposed to go to his friends house all his friends are going to be there and just hang out. His friends really scare me. They're mean looking.
He grabs my hands with his other hand and waits for me to continue. "I'm just nervous.." I mumble ashamed "with?" He asks, wanting me to continue,"hanging out with your friends." I explain. I focus on his eyebrows and notice how he furrows them when he's confused it's different from when he's upset or angry.
He let's go of my chin and sits on his bed beside me. He pulls me in his lap and rubs small circles on my knee. I blush and hide my hands in my lap. "What do you mean, baby?" He asks, confused."just—they're you know...scary looking."
I explain with shame. Daddy chuckles and slips his hand under my shirt to softly scratch my back. "They're not scary, Sam. They're nice, Alice likes you. She talks to you all the time when we hang out."
"I know.. but they look.." I try to form the correct words but fail miserably. "They look? What. They match how i look." He explains my stomach drops. "Am I scary looking?" He asks. I fail to meet his gaze. "Hm?" He hums, I shurg. "I don't know."
"You do know. You just don't want to say it." He explains I sigh. There's no way of getting out of this. I threw myself under the bus. "Yes, but no. I like how you look."
I mumble flustered he chuckles and kisses my neck. The cold metal gives me cold chills
"You like how I look? My friends have piercings and tattoos just like me." He explains I whine and push him down so he lays flat on his back. I lay my head under his chin, and he wraps his strong arms around me. "Quit teasing me, Daddy." I mumble
"Fine, fine. But we've got to go we're already late." He orders smacking my bottom. I look up at him and pout. We hurry out of the house. Daddy puts my helmet on for me and helps me on his motorcycle. He gets on himself and reves the engine. I hold on tight, and we drive off.
Daddy helps me off with ease he takes my helmet off, and Alice comes out of the house with a big smile. "You guys are here! Finally, we made brownies." She greets us. Daddy crosses his arms and stares at her. "Two kinds. I made a fresh batch that Sam would like." She says nervously, scratching the back of her head. Why is she so nervous? I want some brownies.
We walk inside the house, and a huge wave of smell hit my nose. Daddy smells like it sometimes when he visits me after his friends. He's explained to me its pot. Whatever that is. I didn't question him. I like the smell. I feel my face heating up it reminds me of him.
"God is Alex high or something?" He asks pinching the bridge of his nose. "Probably I told him to relax and not go crazy with it, but he never listens to me." Alice explains she turns and looks at me. I gulp nervously. Daddy rubs my arm tenderly. "Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich or heat up a pizza. I don't have cheese, tho. Elijah's told me your favorite is cheese." She explains I pop my knuckles he talks about me.
"Um.... whatever is OK with you." I tell her she laughs and shakes her head. "It's whatever dear I don't bite." She jokes. I nervously laugh ."Can I just have a brownie?" I ask. Alice was about to speak, but Elijah cut her off. "No. You haven't eaten anything yet." He orders. I roll my eyes, Alice laughs. "You can have the brownie for dessert. I'll make you a sandwich so you can be done faster. How's that sound?" She asks. I nod my head smiling "thank you, Alice." I smile she leaves us alone and walks to what I assume is the kitchen. Daddy turns me around and looks at me. "See. You're doing just fine. You worry yourself."
I hurry and eat my sandwich. Daddy's busy talking to one of his friends and smoking. I mess with the crumbs. I want a brownie, but daddy's talking. He glances at me and furrows his eyebrows. "You done?" He asks. I nod suddenly, getting shy, all his friends looking at me. "You want a brownie?" I nod again. He puts his cigarette in his mouth and gets up. "Get the one on the left." One of his friends says. I mess with my hands shyly. I hope he hurries. "So you're Sam, right?" A boy with a spider tattoo on his arm asks. "Y-yeah." I mumble nervously
"I'm daniel. How long have you guys been with each other?" He asks. Alice rolls her eyes playfully. "Um...3 years," I tell him his eyes go wide. "Wow. He never shuts up about you. Sometimes, it's annoying." I blush and pick the skin off my finger."It's cute, tho big bad Elijah with a boy like you." He continues. I look at him weirdly. He lifts his hands up like he's surrendering "chill. It's just that you're the complete opposite of him."
He was about to continue, but Elijah came back and sat down. He hands me my brownie and lays his on his thigh. Alice raises one of her eyebrows "Elijah them are strong, and you have to take Sam home—"
"I didn't get one. I'm not on that shit anymore." He says roughly I glance at him daniel snickers "better watch out Elijah with that potty mouth of yours." I quickly focus on eating my brownie. Elijah laughs and wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer to him
Daddy pulls the blanket over us. I snuggle closer to him. I breathe in the smoke smell on his tank top. I blush and hold him tighter. I had fun today.
