Mr. Smith

P a r t 7

My eyes fluttered open, and noticed a man in bed with me. I knew who it was when I saw his hair. Justin. He was fully clothed, but why was he still over here? I smiled and felt a serious hangover. I looked at the clock on my phone and noticed I was supposed to be at work five minutes ago, "Shit." I swore out loud, waking Justin up. "What's wrong Sammy?" He asked sitting up, rubbing his eyes. "I'm late for work. And I'm hungover which doesn't help." He laughed and got up from the bed. Justin's eyes brightened, "You should stay home, if you're not feeling well..." he said walking over to me. His hand running along my jawline, "No I have to go, I'm already on the watching list. Plus, I missed most of last week." He whimpered, "Please... daddy?" I felt myself shiver, and my dick began to harden. "Stop, Justin," I said forcefully, "I have to go to work," He gave me puppy dog eyes and I couldn't resist, "Fuck it, I'll stay home," I said and then leaned down and in to kiss his lips, "Only because I don't feel well." I said after he had back away from me, and let go of the kiss. 

"Can you make me some breakfast... daddy?" I rolled my eyes, "I'm the one with the fucking hangover." He smiled and spanked my ass, "Fine, I'll do it." I smiled at him, "Are you horny or something?" I asked, he turned his head and smiled at me, "No... daddy..." I felt my cheeks heat as I looked down to the bulge in my underwear. Whythehellhegottadothistome? I thought to myself. I used my hands to cover my erection, "I'll be right back." I said as I started walking away.

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As I walked back downstairs about 10 minutes later Justin smirked at me. I opened my eyes and looked at him, "What did you do?" He looked down to a specific part of my body. "You asshole, you were listening to me?" He laughed and stood up out of the wooden kitchen table chair. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, "Yes, but don't tell anyone." He said pouting. I laughed and kissed his pouty face, "What about you, what is your family like?" I asked his as he unembraced me. He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't really know. My parents don't like me, especially my mom. She left my dad and I when I was 6, for a 20 year old guy." I looked to him, "Are you gonna be okay?" I asked staring at him as he looked to the ground. He shrugged, "That's why I didn't want you to leave this morning. I would've had to go home."

"Well, what do you like to do?" I asked him. "I like to play sports. I got suspended though." He said wiping his eyes. "Aw, don't cry Justin." I said trying to hold him. "No, you don't understand!" He snapped. I backed away from him, "I'm sorry, you're right. I don't." After a few seconds of staring he walked forward and cried onto my shoulder. I'm glad that he is comfortable enough to cry onto my shoulder. That he is comfortable enough to cry around me.

"I just wish my dad would accept me for who I am. I'm a person, and he doesn't understand that." He sobbed, "Oh, baby... what can I do?" I asked him. "Nothing! You can't do anything. That's what sucks. It fucking sucks." I didn't want to see him this way, but I'd rather be there for him than not be there for him. "What's your favorite sport?" I asked him gently. "I like hockey, but we don't have ice right now... so soccer."

"Let's go outside, and play soccer then." His eyes brightened, "Really? I know you hate doing stuff like that." I shrugged. "If it makes you happy I'll do it." I said pulling him closer to me. He smiled, I'm glad I make him happy. "No matter what happens, I-I love you..." He said, but made sure he wanted to say he loved me. I smiled, this was a moment I'll never forget. "Let's go outside." I said, and began to get up. "Do you have a soccer ball?" He asked me. I shook my head, "We should probably go buy one then." I said. He nodded and I helped him off the couch, then he grabbed his keys, "I'll drive." He said and winked. I followed him out the door and we left to a soccer store.

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Justin was a pretty good soccer player, at least compared to me. He laughed at me half the time because I'd fell, or I failed to do something. I was having a good time, which is the only thing that mattered. I tried to take the ball away from him, but he put his butt into me. He pretended to go one way then went the other. I fell from trying to hard. "Ohhhh, ankles... broken!" He said laughing. He helped me up, hugged me. "Thank you." He said politely while being embraced in my arms. I smiled.