Sugar Daddy, Sugar Baby

Teach Me

Dan was in the shower when the delivery truck arrived. Phil rapped lightly on his bathroom door.

"Daniel, your furniture is here. Please stay in your bathroom until they've finished bringing everything inside. I don't want anyone to see you right out of the shower."

Dan hadn't a chance to respond. He was toweling off when he overheard Phil instructing the men to unload the office furniture first. Phil wanted Dan to stay in the bathroom because he didn't 'want anyone else to see him right out of the shower.' Apparently his daddy liked the way that his skin glowed and his curls hung freely around his face. Dan smiled.

He could hear what sounded like quite the commotion on the other side of the door.

"Where would you like the bed Mr. Lester?"

"Under the window is fine, thank you. I'm sure that my housemate will arrange the room to his liking later."

Dan felt his tummy drop. He was hoping that Phil would send the bed away as he suggested in the early hours of the morning. Had he changed his mind?

A few minutes later, Phil knocked again. This time, he announced that the men were gone, and Dan was free to come out to see his new room. Dan, not having understood his daddy's decision to keep the bed, hesitated.

The bed represented distance between them; Dan had no interest in looking at it.

"Dan?" May I come in?" Phil pressed one palm to the wooden door.

"Sure Daddy."

Phil opened the door cautiously, not wanting to invade Dan's privacy. The mirror was dripping with hot steam, and the scent of Dan's shampoo lingered. The boy had dressed and was preparing to dry and straighten his chestnut hair.

"Your furniture is here, and the rooms look amazing. I think you will really be happy with everything." Phil smiled.

"Thank you Daddy." Dan kissed his cheek chastely and hung his dampened towel on the warmer.

Phil was right. The bedroom looked incredible. Dan had chosen sleek, white, modern, minimalist pieces.

"Your office furniture is here too. I had them put it next door for you. I'm sure you'll want to arrange everything your own way. Let me know when you're ready, and I'll help you."

Dan smiled and nodded as he scanned the room. He couldn't believe it all belonged to him. Never had he had matching furniture or his very own space. Even his bedroom back home had doubled as a craft and sewing space for his mum. It had been used to store her sewing machine and countless bolsters of fabric.

Dan walked to the tall, white, wardrobe and ran his palm against the smooth surface. He opened the doors and examined the spacious interior.

"You know, a wardrobe isn't much use to a person who has so few pieces. I would like to take you shopping today. I can help you select a few foundation items and we can build from there, yeah?"

"Really? That sounds incredible. Thank you Daddy." Dan turned to look at Phil, who was sitting on the new mattress. It was covered in plastic, and it crinkled when Phil moved.

"You're welcome." Phil noticed that Dan seemed somewhat reserved. He hoped that this morning's kitchen confessions had not put him off.

"Daddy?" Dan turned around and walked to the edge of the bed.

"Yes Daniel?"

"Have you changed your mind about keeping the bed? Am I sleeping in here from now on?" Dan tried to appear unaffected, however the uncertainty gnawed at his insides. He felt confused and completely unprepared for an actual answer if it were anything but no.