“You know, you don’t have to buy me stuff, right?” Terry says, admiring the way his new watch glints in the sunlight. “I mean. I’m a sure thing.”
“Mm, I’m aware of that,” Bruce says, pressing his mouth to the nape of Terry’s neck. “But I enjoy it. Don’t you like it?”
“It’s schway,” Terry says, leaning back against the solid frame of Bruce’s chest, sighing when Bruce slides his hand up his shirt, splays his fingers out over his ribs. “That means I like it.”
Bruce smiles against his skin, unbuttoning Terry’s shirt. “Good. Now you can thank me for it.”
***
Sometimes Terry doesn’t even get them in person. He’s studying in his dorm when he gets the next present, a new mobile phone that he’s pretty sure hasn’t even been released to the public yet.
He calls Bruce on it immediately.
“Thanks sugar daddy,” he says and he can hear the low rumble of Bruce’s chuckle, flops back onto his bed and closes his eyes.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” Terry asks. He looks over the side of the bed and sees the shoes Bruce bought for him last week, feels the silver chain he bought him cold against the skin around his neck, sees the silk tie Bruce bought him hanging over the doorknob on his closet door. “It’s totally what you are.”
Bruce doesn’t say anything for a few moments and then he finally says, “Will the phone be useful to you?”
“Totally,” Terry says. “I can text and watch vids at the same time. It’s like some kind of sorcery.”
Bruce chuckles. “I’m glad you like it.”
“You know you don’t have to --”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Terry,” Bruce says. “Get some rest.”
***
“You were complaining about your old one,” Bruce says when Terry sees the new laptop on the kitchen counter. “This one is much faster. The store clerk said it would be very useful for school.”
Terry throws his arms around him and kisses him, backs Bruce up against the counter and starts working his belt open. Bruce glances at the laptop on the counter right as Terry sinks to his knees and takes him in his mouth.
After they’ve gone upstairs and Bruce has returned the favor Terry pops downstairs and gets his new present, brings it into bed with them and fires it up.
He leans over and kisses Bruce while the programs install, still naked beneath the bed sheets, his hand on the small of Terry’s back. “Thanks for the present,” he says, a devious smirk slipping onto his face. “Sugar Daddy.”
Bruce’s mouth thins out into a flat line. “You realize that implies the only realize you keep seeing me is because I buy you things.”
Terry rolls his eyes, shifts around until his head is pillowed on Bruce’s stomach and his knees are drawn up, the laptop propped up against them. “You realize you’re being overdramatic.”
“Hm,” Bruce says.
Terry sighs, puts the computer down and straddles Bruce’s waist. “You’re stupid if you don’t think I’m crazy about you, old man,” he says and leans down to kiss Bruce, saying more in that kiss than he could possibly put into words. When he leans back he’s grinning and his eyes are glittering. “The toys are just a bonus.”
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“Mm, I’m aware of that,” Bruce says, pressing his mouth to the nape of Terry’s neck. “But I enjoy it. Don’t you like it?”
“It’s schway,” Terry says, leaning back against the solid frame of Bruce’s chest, sighing when Bruce slides his hand up his shirt, splays his fingers out over his ribs. “That means I like it.”
Bruce smiles against his skin, unbuttoning Terry’s shirt. “Good. Now you can thank me for it.”
***
Sometimes Terry doesn’t even get them in person. He’s studying in his dorm when he gets the next present, a new mobile phone that he’s pretty sure hasn’t even been released to the public yet.
He calls Bruce on it immediately.
“Thanks sugar daddy,” he says and he can hear the low rumble of Bruce’s chuckle, flops back onto his bed and closes his eyes.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” Terry asks. He looks over the side of the bed and sees the shoes Bruce bought for him last week, feels the silver chain he bought him cold against the skin around his neck, sees the silk tie Bruce bought him hanging over the doorknob on his closet door. “It’s totally what you are.”
Bruce doesn’t say anything for a few moments and then he finally says, “Will the phone be useful to you?”
“Totally,” Terry says. “I can text and watch vids at the same time. It’s like some kind of sorcery.”
Bruce chuckles. “I’m glad you like it.”
“You know you don’t have to --”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Terry,” Bruce says. “Get some rest.”
***
“You were complaining about your old one,” Bruce says when Terry sees the new laptop on the kitchen counter. “This one is much faster. The store clerk said it would be very useful for school.”
Terry throws his arms around him and kisses him, backs Bruce up against the counter and starts working his belt open. Bruce glances at the laptop on the counter right as Terry sinks to his knees and takes him in his mouth.
After they’ve gone upstairs and Bruce has returned the favor Terry pops downstairs and gets his new present, brings it into bed with them and fires it up.
He leans over and kisses Bruce while the programs install, still naked beneath the bed sheets, his hand on the small of Terry’s back. “Thanks for the present,” he says, a devious smirk slipping onto his face. “Sugar Daddy.”
Bruce’s mouth thins out into a flat line. “You realize that implies the only realize you keep seeing me is because I buy you things.”
Terry rolls his eyes, shifts around until his head is pillowed on Bruce’s stomach and his knees are drawn up, the laptop propped up against them. “You realize you’re being overdramatic.”
“Hm,” Bruce says.
Terry sighs, puts the computer down and straddles Bruce’s waist. “You’re stupid if you don’t think I’m crazy about you, old man,” he says and leans down to kiss Bruce, saying more in that kiss than he could possibly put into words. When he leans back he’s grinning and his eyes are glittering. “The toys are just a bonus.”