Captive [MXM]
Too Late

It had to be two AM by the time I came out of my office. I hadn't been able to get my mind off him as much as I tried. The tears running down his cheeks. The begging. The whining. I loved to hear him say those things. That he needed me and wanted me but it was far too late.

I'd spent the past three years trying to get him to love me again and now I was trying to fix myself. Apparently he didn't want to let me. He only wanted me to stay because he knew he had me wrapped around his little finger. He didn't love me and he never would again no matter what he said. Jakob could have him.

Even though I knew it was true I still couldn't stop myself from creeping into his room. I wanted to see him because despite myself I knew I'd never love anyone the way I did Paige. I wanted to remember the boy I'd met all those years ago. I wanted to pretend that he was all mine.

Paige was curled up in a fetal position with the blankets on the floor and his legs bare. He was wearing my shirt and... a pale pink pair of women's underwear. In his hand was clutched something on the end of the necklace he was wearing. I walked over and stared down at him. His eyes were still puffy and red and his lips were swollen from biting on them too hard.

I wanted to fuck him and cuddle him so badly at the same time. I wanted to hear moan like a little slut and giggle in my ear. I wanted to pound him into the mattress and watch movies with him.

I stroked his cheek and brushed his hair from his face. He was like a little angel. So perfect, so gentle. In curiosity I lifted his hand a bit to see what he was holding and my breath caught in surprise.

It was my ring. It was the ring I'd given him. Had he worn it like I'd asked? Was he really afraid of losing me because he wanted me? And how he'd called me Daddy in the hallway... so sweet and broken. I wanted to let him back in and spoil him endlessly but I couldn't stand him breaking my heart over and over again anymore.

I swallowed hard and picked the blankets up from the floor. I carefully tucked it around him and pushed a stray curl behind his ear before kissing him on the forehead.

It was too late for us.