Boss Nanny

It took longer than usual to navigate the door lock. Seamus could barely keep the key steady as he tried to get the damn door open. Looked like Matt wasn't the only one sprinting on nerves and adrenaline. Was any of this a good idea? Matt had no clue. Was it a terrible idea? Hell no.

Finally, Seamus pushed the door open. Matt smirked as he walked by.

Took you long enough

to which Seamus blushed. Seamus never blushed. But he composed himself quickly and took Matt's hand, pulling him along, rather hastily. If Matt was a weaker man his shoulder might have been dislocated.

"This is my apartment," Seamus said. "Kitchen, living room, bathroom," he pointed. "My roommates are there and there," he pointed to Matt and Aidan's rooms.

Matt laughed as they continued through the apartment. When they got to Seamus's room, he turned and pressed his back against his door, blocking them from going in. "And this is my room."

Matt tried to peek over his shoulder, playing along, secretly anxious to be on the other side. "It's a real nice door. Goes well with the rest of the house." He reached past Seamus and knocked on the wood. "Sturdy. Is that solid wood?"

Seamus twisted to look behind him. "Yes, maple I think."

"Maple is a hardwood. That's good. You got a solid door here made of hardwood."

"Yep. Maple is one of the hardest woods."

Neither one of them could hold a straight face.

Hardwood

.

Matt pressed forward, pressing his hips against Seamus. "What other hardwoods are there?"

"Oh. Cherry, walnut, hickory, oak—" he listed, though his voice was far less confident now that Matt was pressed against him.

Seamus was always a bit stoic so it was fun to watch the man stumble a bit. It evened the playing field. Matt needed the leg up. Seamus was hotter, more successful, and overall a better person. No way he had enough clout to sit parallel to someone of Seamus' caliber.

So, yeah, watching Seamus behave like a normal person—tongue tied and awkward—was a boost to Matt's self-esteem.

With that extra confidence, he leaned in, initiating another kiss then he fumbled for the handle. They stumbled backward, managing to stay connected without ever breaking the kiss or their grip on each other.

"You feel so fucking good," Seamus said, pulling Matt's shirt up so he could touch more skin. Matt moaned and tried to undress the hottie in front of him. His fingers were burning with anticipation.

He unzipped Seamus' pants and stuck his hand inside, straight for the gold. Seamus shuddered and stilled as Matt fumbled with his cock. He pushed his pants lower so Matt had full access.

Seamus was solid. Matt could easily appreciate what he was packing. Having dated almost every gay person in a one-hour radius back home, Matt had a lot to compare against. They undressed down to their boxers. Quite the feat considering their unwillingness to stop groping or kissing. Seamus hit the bed first, pulling Matt on top of him.

Matt took a second to admire all the perfection that was Seamus Ryan. Nice chest, toned tummy, chestnut chest hair trimmed short, nice legs—muscled, hairy, sexy as hell. Matt paused. "Do you still have your socks on?" he asked. "Please tell me you don't have your socks on."

Seamus took his socks off, throwing them on the floor. "There," he said, breathlessly. "No socks."

Matt bit his lip then swooped down and kissed Seamus because not kissing him wasn't an option. He could feel Seamus melt under him and it only drove him crazier. Matt could already feel the pressure building in his belly.

"Here." Seamus shoved Matt's boxers down until he was fully exposed. "Holy shit." Seamus stared at Matt's cock. "You're huge."

He returned the favor and shoved Seamus's boxers down then took them both in his hand. Matt was thicker but Seamus was a little longer. He moved his hand, making them both lose control. Breathing, panting, moaning. Everything became frantic as they thrust against each other, and with each other, until it became too much and they both came.

Matt closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. It had been a while for him. He almost forgot how physical it was. He moved off Seamus and laid like a dead fish on the bed. Seamus shifted next to him, groaning as he pushed his boxers all the way off. When he was done, he made a noise, a cute sleepy laugh. "I think that was better than the ice cream."

"What?" he laughed. "I think you're delirious."

"After the inspection when I gave you the icecream bar?"

Matt flushed. "I can't believe you're bringing that up. I embarrassed myself."

When he tried to bury his head in the pillow, Seamus pulled him close. "Notice how I'm always bringing you ice cream bars? Yeah, I've been chasing that high ever since. I'm just glad I could bring you to the same ecstasy as those little chocolate crunch bars."

Matt bit his lip. He was so happy. Happier than any ice cream bar ever made him. He snuggled in deeper. The moment was calming. The orgasm, the smell of Seamus everywhere, his soft breathing. If it wasn't for the fact the lights were on and the door had possibly been left unlocked, he would have fallen asleep right there.

"I'm gonna make sure everything's locked up for the night," Matt whispered. He slowly pulled away. Seamus made a weak attempt to keep him but he was half way to sleepy la la land.

He made his rounds, locked the door, turned off the lights, and then decided to shower. Seamus was right, he stunk from the club. If he never went back it would be too soon. When he was done, he walked toward Seamus and paused. He was positive Seamus wanted him in his bed tonight. He was fairly certain. The man had been clear about what he wanted and what he wanted was Matt. But the more he thought about it the more he doubted himself.

Matt rubbed his face in frustration and turned for his room.

Better safe than sorry

. How embarrassing would it be if they were on different wavelengths? Not that they were, but what if...

****

The door squeaked. One of the hinges needed to be replaced really bad. No matter how carefully you closed it, it always squeaked at the very last moment.

Matt didn't think anything of it until the blanket moved and the bed shifted. It was technically morning but far too dark to be considered a reasonable time of day. Then Seamus nestled between Matt's thighs and his whole body became woke. Strong hands tilted his face and then soft lips gently kissed the sensitive line of his neck and jaw.

"Why did I wake up alone?" God his voice was everything. Deep and husky from sleep.

"I wasn't sure—"

if I should go back in or not.

"You weren't sure?" Seamus asked, still kissing Matt's neck and just generally driving him all sorts of crazy. "I hunted you down at that filthy club, told you I like you, that I wanted you, and brought you back home. Tell me what wasn't clear?"

Matt didn't answer. How could he when Seamus was short circuiting his system with those kisses and, well, his body and his overall presence. Then Seamus pressed his erection against Matt's thigh and suddenly everything was worse and better all at once.

"Is this clear?"

"Yeah," Matt breathed. "That's pretty clear."

Seamus sat back, fucking naked, and pulled Matt's boxers off. It was kind of awkward as Matt's legs flailed but Seamus was oddly proficient. Then he surprised Matt in the best possible way by bending over and taking as much as he could in one swallow. Matt's eyes bulged and his back came off the bed. The sound he made was unnatural and could've terrified a lesser man but Seamus was on a mission and his mouth was the MVP.

There was nothing gentle or teasing, it was all high intensity and demanding as fuck. Matt gripped the chestnut hair; not sure if he wanted to pull him off or push him down. He settled with watching him bounce up and down on his cock.

"Feels so good."

Who knew a blow job could double in intensity but that's exactly what happened. Seamus's fingers dug into Matt's hips as he sucked and slurped Matt into oblivion. His brains were being sucked out of his dick and he was losing control of his limbs. Every muscle seized as an orgasm racked through his body.

The sucking slowed as he came while maintaining enough pressure to pull him through to the other side without becoming uncomfortable. Seamus kneeled over Matt and began working his own cock. Three strokes and Seamus added his cum to Matt's.

"Are you punishing me?" Matt asked. He was heaving, his chest thumping a mile an hour. "Trying to kill me over a misunderstanding?"

Seamus hovered over Matt. His arms on either side of Matt's head, his own head hanging limp in exhaustion, his dick dangling semi-softly as he tried to catch his own breath. "Just trying to prove my point."

"That you can blow a guy into another dimension? Point proven."

"That I can make you moan more than a chocolate crunch ice cream bar." Seamus's eyes crinkled. He lowered himself to his elbows and hovered his lips above Matt's. They were both damp with perspiration. Despite looking completely wrecked, Seamus's eyes were sad.

"Why'd you sleep in here?"

"I didn't know what to do," Matt explained. "I started going back to your room but then I froze. I don't want to mess up."

Seamus pressed his body against Matt's. He was warm, bordering hot. A little clammy. A lot sexy. "Always come back to my room."

Matt leaned up and kissed him which led to them making out, slower than the night before. No rushing, no end goal in mind. Just some good ol' fashion lazy, finally-with-the-person-you're-crazy-about kissing. And boy was Seamus a great kisser. They moved in sync. Neither of them more eager or aggressive than the other. Everything about them was perfect together.

"What time do we need to head out?" Seamus asked after kissing for a half hour.

"No rush," Matt said, kinda missing Seamus' lips. "In time for an early dinner."

Seamus ran his fingers along Matt's jaw, down his neck, and over his collarbone. "We could go early and hang with your dad."

"AKA you miss Aidan."

"And you don't?"

"I do," he said. "But I subtly suggested we stay in bed all day and you countered with leaving early and hanging out with my dad."

"I miss Aidan," Seamus admitted with a laugh because he knew he was caught. "What if he started walking?"

"He's not even crawling yet."

"Some kids never crawl. They go straight to walking."

"He's barely standing," Matt laughed. It was still dark but dawn was filtering through and the early morning light only made Seamus look sexier.

Seamus rolled off Matt, adjusted the blanket that had been pulled to the side and snuggled in close.

Matt smiled. "We'll leave late morning. This is the longest Aidan's been away from us, we probably shouldn't push our luck."

"Wouldn't want to traumatize him," Seamus yawned.

"Yes, heaven forbid

Aidan

is traumatized by a little separation."

Seamus pinched Matt's side in retaliation. "Ouch. That hurt."

"Oh, I hope I didn't

traumatize

you."

Matt grumbled but pulled the blankets the rest of the way up and snuggled in.

There was no more hanky panky when they slowly acclimated to the day. Once it reached a reasonable hour, Matt called his dad and then they were on the road by ten-thirty. Seamus reached over the console and threaded his fingers with Matt's.

Matt's stomach whooped and he smiled at the road.

There were things he needed to figure out. Seamus was technically his boss and nanny and they were roommates. Those were things that needed to be taken into consideration sooner than later. He wasn't going to overthink it or anything but he knew all the cards needed to be on the table if this was going to work.

They talked about plans for Aidan's first birthday. Matt thought it would be nice to have his dad come over. They could have a small celebration at the loft. Pizza, cake, and a few unnecessary gifts.

Seamus had other plans. Bigger plans. Pizza party at Dough Guppies with everyone they could think of. It was over the top but Matt couldn't find it in himself to deny Seamus. Not after he'd done so much for Matt and Aidan.

****

Brad lived in a nice, modest home in a comfortable neighborhood. Matt had nothing but fond memories growing up. Most of the neighbors had lived there for as long as he could remember. The Seegers always over paid him for mowing their yard. Matt had thought it was normal so when he mowed the Halversons, he'd been a bit disappointed. Turns out that even they had overpaid him.

He always had friends to play with. A few times every summer they'd set up a lemonade stand. They made a killing. The tip jar always brought in more than the actual sales. Plus, with generous investors they had no overhead cost. As he drove through his neighborhood, he hoped Aidan would have those same experiences.

Seamus was out of the SUV as soon as Matt put it in park and in the house before Matt could catch up. By the time he entered, Aidan was chattering excitedly in Seamus' arms while his nanny peppered his chubby face with kisses. It was unclear who was more excited to be reunited.

"Two peas in a pod," Brad said from the kitchen doorway. He was watching his grandson with so much love despite having just spent an entire weekend with him.

Matt smiled fondly and tried to hide the hearts in his eyes. "They have a special relationship."

Seamus lifted Aidan's hand and waved. "Hi Maaa-tt," Seamus sounded out the name so Aidan could learn it.

Aidan's face lit up when he saw Matt. He started bouncing in Seamus's arms and leaning toward his brother. Matt quickly scooped him up and said hello. He smelled like baby shampoo and sleep. Something in him relaxed. It felt good to hold his brother, to see him smiling and chatting nonsense. Its possible Matt missed Aidan more than he realized.

They sat in the living room for a while. Aidan couldn't decide who he wanted so he kept going back and forth. He had no intentions of letting Matt or Seamus out of his sight. Seamus used the rest of the evening trying to get Aidan to say his name.

"He's half mastered yours," he complained. "Shay-mus," he said, over exaggerating the sound. Aidan smiled and made a noise. Seamus looked at Matt with wide eyes. "Did you hear that? He said my name."

He hadn't, not really. It was a distant relative—a fourth cousin twice removed situation. But no one was going to rain on his parade. Anything to keep Boss Nanny happy. And what made him happy was hearing Aidan attempt his name.

****

Matt was worried that Seamus might do something like hold his hand or really anything that might grab his dad's attention. But Matt and Seamus acted the way Matt and Seamus always acted, save a few shared looks that were anything but subtle. How could they not? Things had changed. Feelings were shared. They'd gotten off together, twice. Sharing heated looks and sly smiles were par for course and exciting as hell. He should've been more concerned that he'd give them away. Matt could hardly look at Seamus without flushing all over.

Seamus wasn't the blushing noob he'd been the night before. Nope, he was far more composed. Still, Matt was able to coax one or two from him. Matt liked that. He liked both sides of Seamus, the one he could make stutter and blush and the one who seemed unfazed and unapproachable.

If Brad noticed any of it, he didn't let on. Or maybe he just didn't care. He was cool like that. Never fancied himself to meddle in people's business and always allowed Matt to find his own way.

Matt wondered if he'd be concerned about the age difference? Eight years was a lot when you're twenty-one. If that wasn't a big deal to him, maybe it would be the relationship and how it might jeopardize the dynamic they shared. Matt had the most to lose if things went south. Job, housing, help with Aidan. That should make Dad skeptical.

"I was thinking we could make this a regular thing," Brad told Matt while Seamus was outside loading Aidan into the car. "I wouldn't mind making this a monthly thing with Aidan. I remember how grateful I was when my parents took you for the weekends. It was good for me but also good for you and the relationship with grandparents."

Matt could hardly hold in his excitement. He loved Aidan but having the weekend to himself had been good for his mental health. Plus, he loved seeing the way his dad loved Aidan. "Please, yes."

His dad laughed. The age lines around his eyes and mouth accentuating just how good his life had been. "Good, good. We'll connect and find another weekend that works. You still coming home for the summer?"

"Yeah," Matt smiled.

He was ready to come home for the summer and spend some quality time with his dad. He was also excited to give Seamus a break. The poor guy was with Aidan all the time.

"My last day with the Coffee|Bar is June first but I'm gonna stay in town until Aidan's birthday party."

"Let me know if you need any help," Brad offered as Matt walked toward the car. From the door, Brad made kissy faces at his grandson then waved at Seamus.

"I like Brad," Seamus said as they pulled out of the driveway. "He's chill."

"Chill would be the perfect word to describe him. Though there were some pretty unchill moments growing up."

"I should hope so. I can't imagine you were all that easy."

"Hey," Matt complained, shooting Seamus an evil eye from behind the wheel. "I'll have you know I was as close to perfect as it gets. I didn't have any siblings to fight with and I hated getting in trouble."

Seamus hummed unbelieving then smiled. "You're a lot like your dad. You share the same mannerisms. I felt like a creep for watching him but it was crazy. Kinda like looking into the future."

"Yeah, I get that all the time. I can't tell you how many times I heard 'oh, you must be Brad's kid'. They even called me BJ for short. Lucky for me that didn't stick."

Seamus laughed and Matt told him not to get any ideas.

"Did your parents split custody? I get the impression you spent more time with your dad."

"Technically. I spent more time with my mom until I was older, then I chose to be with Dad."

"Did it bother her? That you preferred your dad?"

Matt thought about it. "I don't know. I'm sure it did at times. Mostly I think she was content doing her own thing at her own convenience and that included being a mom." Matt glanced over and saw Seamus frowning. "What's that look?"

"It's crazy to me," Seamus said. "How differently people take to having kids."

"What about your family?" Matt asked. "Must be a reason you don't go home much and don't tell me it's work," he warned.

"It's not," he said honestly. He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through. When he found what he was looking for, he held his phone up.

It was a photo of a dozen or so people, either a decent candid or a terribly posed photo taken in what looked like a rundown mobile home from the seventies. Faux wood paneling on the walls, smoke-stained ceiling and curtains, mismatched furniture, a recliner with hand towels draped over each arm to protect the fabric. An older man was wearing a stained white shirt with suspenders and a trucker hat, the woman was grossly thin with big hair and a leopard jacket. Everyone else looked like they'd come straight from the pages of White Trash Weekly.

Matt wasn't sure if it was a current photo or an old photo, either way, it was cringy. He could smell the stale air and cigarette smoke from the photo.

"That's my family." Matt must've made a face because Seamus laughed and put his phone away. "I'd like to think I'm the black sheep. My family is the epitome of trailer trash; happy to live off the government. They think it's owed to them. I was the only one who couldn't wait to leave. I graduated early just to get out of dodge. They didn't care. They hated that I thought there was something better out there and they were happy to see me leave. I didn't hear from them until they heard I was dating someone with money. Then, after Kelly died, they tried to play nice."