Blossomed in Love (ManXboy)

Birthday wishes.

6 years later.

Damon

"I've never heard him say more than thirty words at a time." Dash screams out to me over the loud club music. Today is Marco's 18th birthday and he had thought it was a good idea to bring Marco to the club at least the first floor of the club building, to get a little bit of adulthood.

Three shots later, Marco is on the pole practicing his acrobatics with the crowd spraying him, and praising him.

My eyes zero in on the bald headed man approaching the pole, if his hands even as little as touch Marco he will be spending his night in a room with doctors and nurses nursing his injuries. Why did we think this was a good idea again? He's not even of legal age to drink.

"I'm beginning to think this was a bad idea." Dash yells out and I turn to give him a bored look. Oh really? We're just realizing Marco can't hold liquor.

Marco begins to dance on Tommie, Dash's long term sub for about three years now. I always feel off about him but I can't point out why, he's always jittery, he does too much and I'm just not down with that.

"Anyways I'm going to the office to review the monthly reports and the other copy is on your desk." He yells in my ear again and I just give him a thumbs up in response.

I just stay in the same position while watching Marco let go and have the time of his life. It's like a different Marco with the seductive dancing that has the attention of everyone in the room, beauty that makes you do a double, triple, and quadruple take when he walks past, curves that could lure anyone into the world of sin, he's absolutely perfect.

Minutes later, I know I've had enough when the bald headed man grabs a hold of Marco's hand.

"Hands off baldie." I carry Marco on my shoulder while tugging Tommie to his master. "Go in." I instruct Tommie when we get to the front of Dash's office and he mumbles a small 'yes sir' before going in.

"Work it, Work it pony." Marco giggles again as he slaps my ass. Even though his is right in front of my face and it's taking full restraint to be respectful I guess the same memo does not apply to mine.

"Stop slapping my ass, I'm not your horse Marco."

"But it's jiggling." I can easily tell that he's pouting as he whines out. It's short-lived as he starts giggling again as I open my office and gently set him down on the sofa. "I'm hot Dee." Of course you are. I help him remove the shirt he's wearing leaving him in just a singlet and his skinny jeans.

"Anything else your majesty?" I asks sarcastically.

"No, peasant" I roll my eyes at him as he giggles again.

Making my way to my desk to go over the files for the last month, there's total silence as I go over the numbers.

I'm close to being done with the files when Marco speaks up again. "What's the time Dee?" I look at the watch on my hand to realize how far time has gone.

"It's 11:54"

"You know it's still my birthday right? So I can still get anything I ask for." I look up at him at that wondering what he could want at 11:55pm.

"Oh yeah? What do you want birthday boy?" I give Marco all my attention now as he stands up and approaches my desk.

He stands right in front of me and I just unconsciously open my legs for him to stand in between. "I want a kiss Dee." My breath is stuck in my throat as I try to comprehend the situation as Marco slowly straddles my thighs so he's impossibly closer to me. "Just kiss me Dee please." His voice does unspeakable things to my mind, the openness and vulnerability with which he's giving himself to me right now fuels the dom in me but alas he's not even sober to know what he's doing.

"Marco I don't think that's a good idea, this is not a good idea." I gesture to the whole thing we have going on, that could be misconstrued if a stranger were to enter at the moment or even Dash or someone else.

"I know you want to Dee and I'm 18 now and I want it too." He places a soft kiss on my jaw that weakens my resolve a little, it's hard to not give in but I can't even though I want this so bad that it hurts.

"Exactly stud you're 18, you don't know what you want fully. Stop doing that." I let out with a groan as his soft hands caress my beard, that's my fucking weakness. I hold onto both of his hands to stop any and all of his movements.

His eyes hold hurt in them as he struggles to keep his droopy eyes open to analyze me.

"Damon I just.... kiss me please." Those captivating brown eyes have my resolve breaking and in no time I plaster my lips on his cheek and just kiss him there. I know that's not what he wants but that's all I can manage for now.

I pull him to me and he thankfully doesn't argue as he just relaxes against me and in no time his breathing evens out.

"I want you stud but you only think you want me, you actually don't." I murmur into his hair.