I hate it here. The music’s too loud and makes no sense, everyone here is so mean, it’s hot as hell, and I can barely see. The lights and fog are so thick I can barely see my hand if I put it in front of my face. The only solace I can take from this is that the drinks are at least decent. Can never go wrong with a tequila sunrise.

I just wanna go home. Just as I have that thought, I feel the couch shift, telling me that someone’s sat down right next to me. Oh, goody.

“Hey, there,” I hear him say,

“Hey,” I say dismissively,

“That’s it? Oh, you’re one of those types.”

“No. I just don’t wanna talk.”

“Well, don’t worry, baby boy. You don’t need to do any talking.”

“Please, just leave me alone. There’s other boys here.”

He ignores my request, scooting closer to me and taking my drink in his hand.

“True. But none of them look as innocent as you do. Just look at your cute little face. You’re practically begging to be taken.”

“Ok, thanks. Now, please just go.”

“Aw, now where’s the fun in that?”

He finishes my drink and places it down on the table before bringing a hand to my chin, turning me to him.

“You’re just the cutest. Why would I leave?”

I try to avoid eye contact, while pulling my head away.

“Oh,” he continues, “So you’ve got a bit of a fight in ya. Awesome. That just makes it more fun.”

“I said stop it,” I warn him,

“Or what?”

He chuckles at me, trying to reach for my head again. But this time, a hand lands on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. I smile, seeing my savior. The guy turns his head to Sam, who gives him a wave with his free hand.

“Hey, there,” he says, “What, uh ... What are you up to, buddy?”

“I’m just chatting with this little guy right here,” the guy responds, unaffected by Sam’s presence, “So if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to that.”

“See, I can’t really let that happen. I mean, he’s made it very clear that he doesn’t want the, uh, ‘conversation’ to continue. So I suggest you just end it there.”

“Oh, you suggest?”

“Yeah. I suggest.”

“And what happens if I don’t take your suggestion?”

As if triggered by the last letter of the word the guy spoke, Sam’s fist shoots out from the guy’s shoulder in a nanosecond, landing directly on his jaw. The guy stammers to the floor, clutching his jaw and groaning in agony. Sam stands over him, folding his arms and saying,

“That. That’s what happens when you don’t take my suggestions. So here’s another: leave my boyfriend alone. Now, hopefully, you’ll follow that one so history won’t repeat itself.”

The guy snarls at Sam before standing up and walking away, still holding onto his jaw.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Sam punctuates before turning his attention to me, “You ok?”

I only manage to nod my head. He pulls me in for a hug, kissing me on my forehead before saying,

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought you here. You clearly didn’t wanna be here.”

“It’s fine,” I say, reciprocating the hug, “I feel safer now.”

“Doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t have felt unsafe in the first place. I’ll make it up to you, ok?”

I enthusiastically nod my head again, knowing exactly how he plans to make it up to me.

“Alright,” he says, “Now, let’s go home. This music kinda sucks.”

I chuckle at his statement as he walks us out of the party. I love this man so much. He makes me feel so safe and warm. And he’s such a sweet guy. I’m so lucky to have someone like him in my life.

We get in the car and he starts the drive home. As we make the trip back home, I can’t help but to look out the window, envisioning what a nightmare my life would be if I didn’t have Sam with me. I’m too small to fight back, everyone always takes advantage of me, and I’m too nice. If it weren’t for Sam, I’d probably be dead or worse. And that’s barely an exaggeration. He is my life.

We make it back home and he parks the car. But before he can even open his door, I extend my arms out to him. He chuckles before accepting my non-verbal request, lifting me up in his arms and carrying me out of the car and inside of the house.

After shutting the door and locking it, he carries me into the living room and sits down on the couch, rubbing my back as I straddle his lap and grip tighter on his shirt, burrowing into his chest. He chuckles before bringing his other hand to my head, saying,

“You’re so adorable, you know that?”

“Well, it’s kinda hard for me not to,” I retort, “You remind me every day. You weren’t lying to me those other days, were you?”

He laughs before saying,

“No. But there’s nothing wrong with a friendly reminder, right, Plushie?”

“I guess not,” I reply with a giggle after hearing my nickname.

He laughs again, still rubbing my back and petting my head. There’s pros and cons of being small, but things like this is what makes the pros outweigh any con there is. I love being held like this. And he’s so gentle with me. Nothing compares to moments like these.

He then flicks his hand upward, flicking my hood above my head, causing it to cover my head and eyes. I give him a pout before he grabs my hood and pulls it up, saying,

“Peek-a-boo.”

Now it’s my turn to laugh at him. He uncovers my hood before planting a peck on my lips.

“Cute,” I say with a giggle,

“I know you are but what am I?”

“A big oaf.”

“Wrong. I’m your big oaf.”

He gives me another kiss, this one lasting a little longer than the last. God, I love his kisses so much. After moments of savoring the feeling of his lips on mine, we pull away from each other and stare into each other’s eyes. I love this boy. I love him so much. Ah, I wish that bastard wouldn’t have caused such a ruckus so he could still be having fun right now.

“I’m sorry for ruining your fun,” I say, “I know how much you were looking forward to that party.”

He chuckles before saying,

“What are you talking about? This is where the real fun starts.”

Before I can question what he means, he switches our positions, turning me on my back and hovering over me. I squeal in delight from his antics as he pins me to the couch.

“You’re so crazy,” I declare through giggles,

“Only for you, Plushie.”

“Wow. You want some bread with that cheese?”

He chuckles and kisses my neck before getting on his knees in front of me, pulling my shorts down through my ankles and tossing them aside.

“No,” he answers, bringing a hand to the front of my briefs, “But I’d love some of your irresistible, creamy, tasty sauce.”

He rubs my clothed cock, making me lightly gasp as it hardens from his touch.

“You gonna give it to me? You gonna shoot your sauce into my mouth, plushie?”

“Yeah. You can have as much as you want, big boy.”

He continues rubbing the front of my briefs, maneuvering closer to the hem of them as he turns me on that much more. Eventually, he finally reaches his destination, gripping the waistband of my underwear and slowly pulling them down and exposing my cock. Once he manages them through my ankles, he locks eye contact with me and wraps his hand around my dick, sensually stroking it. I moan in response to his actions, gripping the couch cushions as pleasure erupts throughout my body.

“That’s it, Plushie~,” he encourages, “Let me hear that beautiful voice while I jerk you off~. Tell me how good it feels with those little moans~.”