Page 4 of Snuggle Bug

BJ turns to me. "I need proof."

"Me, too." I push my chest out. "Someone better have taken a video."

That’s when a firm hand rubs my lower back. "Follow me, baby boy. Let’s head to the cuddle room."

It’s been a few hours since I last hugged Greyson. I’ve been so busy navigating ships with Waxley and BJ that I lost track of time. BJ finally quit messing around when Waxley showed up, and I couldn’t let that opportunity pass.

I turn my head around to make sure it’s really Greyson… and lean into his palm. A smile forms on my features, one that blends contentment with the joy for life that little birdies feel when they pop their heads out of their nests for the first time. Yes, I could sit here with Greyson’s hand on my back for time immemorial, let him transfer these feelings of safety to me as if through a secret conduit that only connects to my soul. He ought to keep his hand on me forever. Never think about pulling it away.

"Hi, Daddy." My voice is so soft, so gentle, that I’m not sure Greyson even hears it. Maybe I only imagined speaking. That’s the mood he puts me in. A headspace so tender that the outside world fades away. When I’m with Greyson, reality is nothing more than an illusion.

Greyson traces a circle over my onesie. "It’s time for us to have a serious conversation."

Something deep inside me tells me what this conversation will be. It’s the important one, it must be. The one that Greyson has avoided for a very long time, instead opting to lecture me about the importance of waiting until I’m ready.

Greyson doesn’t know this, but I’ve been ready for a long, long time. Since the day I met him.

I think back to the day I first spoke to him on that dating app. One look at his profile picture had me feeling all sorts of tingly, and so I rushed to my bed and beat my cock in record time. I was astonished that he didn't try to have sex with me the first time we met up, because that's something I assumed all Daddies did. Some of the messages I'd received from other men his age had been so lewd, and when I showed up to our date, I'd been prepared to lose my virginity. Or at least suck him for a bit. I would've been down, and I was confused as to why it didn't happen.

If this is truly the discussion we're going to have, I must make sure to tell him everything I’ve wanted to since the day we got together.

"Is it about our relationship, Daddy?"

"It sure is. Now, we can’t discuss this in front of your friends, sweet boy. We must be alone."

"Cuddle room."

A tingle works its way up my spine, prompting me to curl my toes. I wriggle my big toes, first the left, then the right, anticipation building inside of me.

I love the cuddle room. Greyson and I go there often, and every time, it feels like the first. Nothing is more relaxing than curling up on his lap, donning my favorite pair of rainbow socks, and losing track of time in his arms.

Greyson is the best cuddler ever. Waxley would disagree, and he can hold that opinion if he wants to even though it’s wrong. My heart tells me that Greyson is the greatest. No one can cuddle like my Daddy.

"Bye, guys." I issue my friends a polite wave.

BJ waggles his eyebrows. "You’re so lucky."

Waxley grins in agreement. "You can say that again."

I try to roll my eyes to act cool, but my cheeks wind up flushing instead, and so I cling to Greyson so I don't have to look at them. "Snuggle time for me, snuggle time for me."

Greyson heaves me off the club’s floor. Like a sack of potatoes, he swings me over his shoulder, then carries me to the room that, as far as I’m concerned, is holier than a church. Upside down, I look at the various members of the Hug Club spread out and playing with one another.

Kitties chase mice alongside pups who wag their tails like this is what they were always destined to do. Littles with oversized crayons doodle pictures for their Daddies. I love looking at the jumbo-sized crayons. They make me laugh and feel super small.

Greyson pats my bum as he carries me safely. His firm hand is so comforting that it’s hard not to get excited. My cock grows hard, pressing against his shoulder, but I make a serious face as I focus on other things so it goes down.

I don't have the best track record when it comes to getting hard around Greyson. I hope tonight’s conversation changes that. Still, I don't want to scare him off before it even starts.

"In you go, baby boy."

I pause outside of the room.

I’m not sure why.

I take a moment to stare at the cuddle room’s door, and I realize that my hesitation is bizarre, really—why don’t I just tell Greyson to take me inside? We’ve been in the cuddle room a bazillion times. There’s no reason I should hold off tonight of all nights, the night when I most crave to enter.

Inside this room, I’ll find a future that’ll change the nature of my relationship with Greyson forever. The current relationship we have will be replaced by something new.