Page 34 of Mouth to Mouth

Luca giggled and nodded. “It’s a celebration.”

Jacob pulled the cup away from James, who seemed to be trying to finish it in one gulp. “That’s too much sugar.”

“But—” James pushed out his bottom lip. “We’re celebrating Luca!”

“Yeah!” Scott agreed, sucking down another huge amount.

Brad shook his head. This was a recipe for disaster. These boys did not need this much sugar. Even if the coffee shop was closed and it was just their small group of friends hanging out.

“Party!” Scott threw his arms up in the air, swaying from side to side.

“We need music!” James shouted before jumping up and racing off.

Again Luca giggled.

The only boy that seemed to be on his best behavior was Dawson. Dawson talking or acting up would have been the real surprise. Instead Dawson had his head low as he stared at the drink in front of him.

Brad jumped when loud rock music suddenly blared from the coffee shop speakers.

“Abba!” Luca bounced in his seat.

“Fuck yeah!” James returned to the front of the shop and started to dance in the middle.

“Language, boy!” Jacob barked.

Luca leaped up, stopping to grab Dawson’s and Scott’s arms before dragging them over to James.

Was this what playdates and little time consisted of with this group? Although the only ones Brad knew for a fact were littles were Luca and James. Brad didn’t know Scott well. Just that Scott was a student, James’s twin, and basically only had eyes for Cal. Dawson was an even bigger mystery. James and Luca were outgoing and obvious, open about their kink.

Still feeling like an outsider, Brad sat back in his chair, ignoring the melting drink in front of him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Luca though. Not as Luca and James bounced their asses dancing together. Scott was shuffling his feet. Somehow Scott had managed to keep hold of his drink and continued to sip. Dawson stood stiffly even when James and Luca started to use him as a prop, bumping into Dawson, grinding, with Luca even smacking Dawson’s jean-covered ass.

Every time Dawson attempted to leave the makeshift dance floor, either James or Luca would pull him back into the circle with them. At least until Josh cursed under his breath and rose.

Josh rescued Dawson. Not touching the quiet man but blocking James and Luca from pulling him back into the fray again. Dawson beelined to the table with Josh at his back.

James and Luca booed them. Brad chuckled. They were menaces together.

A new song came on. Something about partying in the USA and the boys lost their mind, screaming and jumping and just looking absolutely crazy.

It was quite adorable.

Brad found his drink in his hand and sipped. He nearly coughed up the overly sweet drink. Too much. Much too much.

Jacob rose, heading to the counter cooler and grabbing several bottles of water. He even pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, leaving it on the register before returning to hand out the water.

“Thanks,” Brad murmured then twisted off the lid. He needed the cold liquid to cool himself down. Luca’s ass was too fucking enticing as he thrust it in Brad’s direction.

He’d finished the entire bottle by the time James, Scott, and Luca returned to the table. They were full of giggles, sweaty, and looking so damn pleased with themselves. Happy boys made Brad’s heart full. It also brought back memories of when having a happy boy was the most important thing in his life.

When Brad had decided to transform himself from the overweight, pimple-faced, nerdy teen, his entire life changed. Not only the outside of him. Brad had become dominant and demanded control, never wanting to be the same lame weak kid he’d once been. Becoming a Daddy had been as natural as breathing. Doting on someone that needed the dominant part of him, that liked it, was the best feeling in the world.

Forget all the certifications and licenses that Brad had worked hard for. He’d nearly given it all up for a boy that smiled and called him Daddy. Brad gave everything to that boy, his time, his money, his own happiness. And had gotten used, verbally abused, and hurt in return.

Yet there was something happening to him.

Luca was making Brad face his past, the pain, and the need that he’d stuffed down.

“That is such a good idea!” Luca squealed.