"Call me Daddy"

Chapter One

Jackson's Pov

Do you just wish everything would stop? The loud thoughts, the teasing, the lust, the longing for someone you know you can't have? Loving someone you can't have I think is the worst of it all. I can deal with the belittling comments, but what I can't live without is your touch. Your touch burns, making marks into my skin. I will never be able to forget it. The burns run deep into my heart, I love it, but I know you will never know what it does to me. Your strong hugs, I could just melt right into them, but again, I can't tell you. It would ruin the relationship we built up since I was a kid. I know you probably see me as a son, and you think I see you as a father, I see you as so much more than that, but you will never, ever know my true feelings. The truth is dangerous, I'm afraid that once I say how I feel, everything we've worked on will be over, and living without you is not something I want. I need you, I just wish I knew if you needed me too.

The more I think about you, the more I want you, not just in an emotional way, I want you sexually. I want you to throw me on the bed and just take me. I want you to kiss me roughly, I want you to bite my neck, leaving bruises. The more I think about what I want him to do to me, the harder I get. I slip a hand in my boxers and begin stroking my member, continuing to think about what I want Zain to do to me. I bite my lip holding back my moans. I begin to pump faster, imagining it's Zain doing the dirty work. I stroke faster and shout Zain's name as I cum into my boxers.

My release of sexual frustration was only gone for a few seconds, well at least up until Zain came running into my room frantically. I wipe my hand off under the blanket and shouted at him for barging into my room. "You shouted my name! I thought something was happening like you had another nightmare or something," he tells me a little panicked. "I-I'm sorry," I stutter, feeling bad that I made him worry. "It's okay, little one," he says, pulling me into a warm embrace, and again, I melt at his touch.

 "So," He begins. "Why did you call out my name?" He asks me, attempting to make eye contact, I break it. My explanation is cut off by him lifting my jaw so my eyes meet his. "Don't lie to me either Jackson," He says with authority, it makes me weak. I gulped and took a deep breath. "I had another nightmare about my father, it's the same one I always have," I lied, but still not breaking eye contact. I bite my lip nervously. "Don't do that." He sternly says. I nod and he sighs. He tells me to get ready for class and that he is driving me since my mom had a business meeting at their company.

Once he leaves I use my boxers as a cum rag and clean myself off. I put on a pair of fresh ones and put on a pair of grey sweats, along with a white hoodie. I grab my phone, earbuds, and backpack, and go out into the living room to meet up with Zain. "Ready?" He asks. I nod. I jump in his car and we drive to my college, Henry Ford. 

"So, How's your first semester going?" He asks. "It's okay, I just wanna graduate," I tell him biting my lip. He looks over at me with a warning look. Why doesn't he like it when I bite my lip? I thought. "I understand you there, college isn't always fun, but you should put yourself out there by meeting some new people," He tells me. "Yeah, but my one friend is all I need," I roll my eyes playfully. "Luckas, right?" He says almost annoyed. "Yes, is there an issue with me being friends with him?" I ask. "Nope," He goes quiet, too quiet for my liking. I hate silence, silence makes me anxious. 

We finally arrive at my school after another 13 minutes of silence. "Have a good day, I'll pick you up when you get out, just let me know," He tells me. "Okay, thank you," I say, getting out of his car. I walk into class and I am greeted by Lucas. "Ready for the test?" He asks me. "You know it, I'm kind of a nerd as you know, so I studied all weekend, as I'm sure you partied all weekend," I smirk. "Haha, yup. You should join me for one," He encourages. "I don't know, we'll see," I tell him.