His Protection (MxB)

The Patriarch

Waking to the bright morning light shining in his eyes, Bailey inhaled a deep breath. His nostrils were immediately filled with the most delicious scent. It was manly and musky with a hint of tobacco and oak. His eyes snapped open. He was laying on Adam's rock hard chest. He couldn't believe Adam had slept with him all night.

Bailey snuggled in deeper and Adam wrapped his arms even tighter around Bailey. He leaned down and kissed Bailey sweetly on the mouth.

"Ok. I don't get it. You hated me and now you're acting like the perfect boyfriend. What's up with you?" Bailey sat up and stared in confusion.

Adam furrowed his eyebrows. Guilt was eating away at him. "Listen Bailey, I told you I'm really sorry for how I acted before. I find you incredibly sexy and yesterday when you sat and listened to me talk about my fucked up life, well... that was the first time anyone has ever actually listened and genuinely cared about me. The way you trust me and feel comforted by my presence, it makes me feel important. In control. I love the way you make me feel. I don't know where this is going but I like being around you. I like protecting you and I really like fucking you."

Bailey blushed, "I like you too, Adam."

Adam pulled Bailey down and connected their lips. The kiss started sweet and soft but quickly turned heated.

"I'm sorry," Bailey cleared his throat, "as hot as this is, we have to leave for my shoot in an hour and I need to shower."

"Ok baby, I'm gonna go jump in the shower in the main bath while you shower in here. I know if I get in with you, we'll end up spending too much time playing and you'll miss the shoot." Adam stood and stretched then threw his shorts on.

Once Adam was gone Bailey decided to change the bedding before getting into the shower. He stripped the cum stained sheets off and took them to the laundry room. He was headed back to his room when he heard the doorbell ring.

He passed by Adam's bathroom on the way to the door. Laughing to himself as he heard Adam moaning. He knew Adam was thinking about him and jerking off. He felt his own cock twitch underneath the bathrobe he had thrown on. Thankfully it was his large fluffy one, not the silk one, so it could conceal his boner from the guest at the door.

Bailey opened the door and staring back at him was an oddly familiar face. He knew the man was his father but the years had not been kind to him. His once handsome face was wrinkled and scarred. His tanned skin looked leathery. His blue eyes now dull and his lustrous dark blonde hair had faded and started to turn gray.  It had only been 4 years but he seemed to have aged at least a decade.

Bailey just stared at him, anger and worry mixed on his face.

"I finally found you. Have you gotten my letters?" His father, smirking evily asked as he pushed his way into the penthouse.

"What, what letters? Why are you here?" Bailey asked, feeling like the scared little boy he used to be.

"Surely you've gotten them, boy. You know I really missed you." He stepped closer to Bailey and gripped his waist pulling them chest to chest. "I drew you those pretty pictures of us. Didn't you like them?"

Bailey tried to push him away. "Those were from you? Wha-what the hell? You're my father!! You're sick!"

"I'm not your real father, Bailey. Haven't you ever noticed we look nothing alike? Your mother was a cheating whore. You're father was some Mexican gang member or something. I don't know but who fucking cares. I want you, Bailey. I remember the way you used to walk around in those little underwear and tight shirts when you were a little boy. Teasing me. Taunting me. Making me ache to touch you. I'm not going to wait any longer, Bailey. I've found you. I'm never letting you go again."

"Yeah, about that..." Adam voice filled Bailey's ears. Adam grabbed the man by his hair and yanked him backwards. The first punch he landed shattered the man's nose. Blood pouring everywhere. "I'm his protection and not you nor anyone else will ever fucking harm him again. Do you understand me, you piece of shit?"

Adam landed blow after blow on the man's body. He had surely broken his jaw, left eye socket and at least three ribs. The man laid on the floor unconscious.

"Adam! Adam stop! It's ok. I'm ok. Look at me." Bailey pleaded.

Adam stopped his assault and rushed over to Bailey. Bailey flung himself into Adam's arms.

"Thank you. I don't know what would have-" Bailey's voice trailed off as he began to sob.

"Baby, stop. It's ok. I'm here. You're ok. We're ok. I need to call the police. Go wait for me in your bedroom, yeah?"

Bailey nodded and sniffled. Adam pressed a soft kiss to Bailey's lips before sending him on his way.