Page 44 of Coffee & Cuffs

He’d never met a man like Carson, who seemed obsessed with having Sam’s cock on his mouth. It was different than any other relationship he’d ever been in. As much as Carson teased Sam about being a cock warmer, it was his Daddy who’d suckled his dick for most of the night. Carson had also woken Sam with a long and amazing blow job. Admittedly Sam’s cock was a little sore, but it was so worth it.

He made himself a hot chocolate before deciding to give Mickey a treat as well. Mickey always purchased a small coffee and a pastry when he arrived to hang out for the day but usually stuck to the free water for the remainder of his time there.

Sam didn’t miss the signs that Mickey was done on his luck. His dark hair with the tips once dyed blue was faded and grown out. While his clothes were clean, they were torn and ragged. He still had a good feeling about Mickey though.

After finishing the drinks, Sam sashayed his way around the counter.

Due to the cold front, Sam had dressed for the weather with Carson’s help. He wore a pair of leggings, knee-high boots, a long off-the-shoulder sweater accented with a wide belt and, yes, Carson had tied a silk scarf around his neck. The scarf was not one they’d used the previous evening, but it was a constant reminder of what they’d done. His cock might be sore but when Sam caught his reflection in one of the pieces of gleaming equipment around the shop, he grew hard just at the memories.

He’d been so blissed out after their scene that Sam had barely been able to think about anything other than how good his body felt. His mind had been floating and nothing had mattered except being held by his Daddy.

If that was the life that Sam had somehow managed to capture, he needed to step up his game. He couldn’t let Carson do all the work, but Sam did like having someone to take care of him.

Setting the hot chocolate in front of Mickey, Sam beamed at him. Mickey removed his earphones.

“On the house,” Sam told him. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.” Mickey waved to one of the empty seats. “And thank you for this.” He picked up the cup then took a small sip.

“It’s a hot chocolate kind of day,” Sam told him. He wouldn’t make a big deal out of a simple cup of hot chocolate. Plus, he was the owner now so he could give away the product if he felt like it.

“Where did Adam and Caden go?”

Sam laughed. “Comic bookstore and to pick up lunch. It’s a slow afternoon so I can handle the shop on my own. I have to make up ahelp wantedsign later, but I have time to hang out.”

“You're hiring?” Mickey perked up.

Perfect. Sam hoped Mickey would be interested. “Yeah, one of the employees that works evening shifts and weekends is moving. We try to give Caden weekends off and Adam has classes we work around.”

“What are the qualifications?” Mickey questioned.

“Honestly? Someone who will show up and that I can trust. The job is completely trainable, but we need someone who will fit with the crew here.” Sam took a sip of his hot chocolate, giving Mickey time to think about what he’d said.

When Mickey didn’t respond, Sam pressed his luck.

“You wouldn’t be interested in the job, would you?” he asked.

The look in his eyes showed Sam that Mickey was indeed interested, so he was shocked when Mickey shook his head no.

Leaning forward, Sam placed his hand over Mickey’s wrist. “Listen, we all have a story. This place, this town, we accept everyone and are willing to give people a chance.”

“I like it here,” Mickey said. “And I love your shop. I can come here and hang out and no one messes with me.”

“And no one ever will. We look after our own.”

Mickey’s gaze drifted off to the side as he sipped his drink. Sam wanted Mickey to tell him what was going on, but he knew he needed to be patient. It had taken months for Caden to open up to him and Adam but hopefully Mickey's story wouldn’t be quite that horrible.

Sam wasn’t a patient man, but he was really trying here. Mickey needed them, Sam just knew it, and he wanted Mickey to let them help.

Mickey set the cup down and pushed it away. He wrapped his arms over his stomach. “I’m gay.”

“Okay.” Sam grinned. “So am I. And Adam. And Caden and Lincoln. I know you’ve seen the couples that come in here. That is not a problem here.”

“My mom said I’m going to hell,” Mickey informed him.

“Your mom is wrong.” Sam hated that parents couldn’t love their own child for something as small as who they were attracted to. A parent’s job was to take care of their children and love them. Preparing them to go out into the world with the knowledge and tools to succeed. Sadly, in Sam’s experience, that wasn’t the case.

“I feel like she’s wrong but there’s still doubt. She kicked me out and said that I can’t return until I decide to go to one of those conversion camps.”