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‘Sure does, boy,’ Harrison said in between devouring his perfectly baked caramelized jackfruit. ‘Now, less talk and more eating. We’ve got a movie to watch and a roaring fire that will need tending too.’

As they finished off their meal, Harrison’s mind was briefly flung back to the heartbreak of how things ended with his last Little. But rather than feel worried that the same thing would happen again, Harrison only felt a sense of pure optimism and contentedness flow through him.

Great food, a perfect boy, and now a movie.

What more could a Daddy want?

* * *

It turned out that Sammy enjoyed the meal and the hot fire so much that he wasn’t able to make it beyond the first fifteen minutes of the movie.

Harrison didn’t mind though.

The feeling of a warm and soft Sammy all snuggled up to him on the couch as he watched the action movie play out was just perfect.

The fire was fully loaded with chopped logs and there was more than enough in the black metal wood burner to last for the duration of the movie.

Harrison was enjoying the movie, but he couldn’t prevent his mind from wandering at times. The feelings that Harrison was developing for Sammy were real. He could tell that this wasn’t a phase or a passing crush. It was something deeper.

Harrison wasn’t the kind of Daddy who fell in love with every flirty Little he came into contact with. In fact, Harrison would often find that boys annoyed him. They were either too silly or simply didn’t have enough about them to handle his intensity or commitment to his novel writing and teaching.

But this boy is different.

Sammy’s got his own things going on.

He just needs to find a way to make the best of his talent…

Harrison was brought back into the real world from his daydreaming by the sound of a large explosion coming from the television set. Despite the fact that Harrison had seen this movie at least eight times over the last few years, he was always taken aback by how action packed it was.

But just as Harrison was settling back into another helicopter chase, he saw his phone flashing with a message from one of his Daddy friends in the city. It was Michael, and it seemed like news of Harrison’s arrangement with Sammy had spread quickly…

MICHAEL: Well, well, well! Who’d have thought it? Harrison Hawk cohabiting with a new boy. I assume you have already put my contract template to good use? But just as importantly… have you broken the paddle out on his butt yet? Jokes aside, I’m happy for you man. We should all get together at The Cuddle Corner next time you’re both in the city. I’m sure your boy would love to meet Sammy and his friends. Have a good night — Michael.

Harrison smiled as he tapped out a quick reply to Michael. They’d known each other since all the way back in Princeford. Michael was a very successful businessman who had an eye for a great deal and the ruthlessness to pull it off.

‘Looks like you’re not waking up any time soon, huh?’ Harrison said, putting his phone down and looking over to a sound asleep Sammy. ‘Shame. I could quite easily get myself in the mood for some Daddy and boy fun.’

But as horny as he was, Harrison knew that Sammy needed his sleep. The improvements that Sammy had seen since getting into this new way of living were already helping him to see things a lot clearer. There was some way for Sammy to go before he truly found a better path, but Harrison was determined to stick with him every step of the way.

Harrison paused the movie and carefully picked Sammy up and carried him to the bedroom. After a quick tuck-in to make sure that Sammy was nice and snug alongside his stuffie, Zozo, it was time for Harrison to head back and finish the movie.

Life was looking up for Harrison.

And although he may not have had rough and tumble fun with Sammy that evening, there was always the following morning to look forward to…

Chapter 11

SAMMY

The sun crept into the bedroom and as its morning light hit Sammy’s face, his eyes open and he awoke from a truly wonderful night’s sleep.

There was no sign of Harrison, although Sammy could hear some rustling and clanging of kitchenware in the distance.

‘Zozo, I think we set a record for a night’s sleep!’ Sammy said, sitting up in bed and feeling fresher than a day-old flower. ‘Daddy’s rule about no phones in the bedroom is so great. No blue lights flashing and interrupting our rest. I actually love it!’

Sammy was feeling nice and snug in just his briefs. With the large metal radiator along one wall, the room was nice and toasty. Speaking of toast, Sammy’s nose picked up a strong scent coming from the kitchen – and it wasn’t a good one!

‘Daddy? Is everything okay?’ Sammy called out, springing up and out of bed before running down the hallway toward the kitchen. ‘It smells like… burning!’