Our photo made the tabloids. It was funny and terrible at the same time. The headline was "Billionaire's Son Takes Biker to the Ball." It made me laugh so hard I nearly choked. John watched in amusement from the chair in my office. He had bought me the damn magazine and had presented it to me with flourish at lunch time. He must've had quite the laugh himself, considering he knew what Edmund actually did for a living.

"Does he really look like a biker? I don't see it." I finally murmured as I looked over the picture of the two of us. I supposed that I looked quite a bit more... what was the word? Groomed I guess?

"Brendan, he looks like a damn ruffian compared to you. I can't say I'm completely shocked about it." John was grinning at me and I shrugged a little.

"What can you do? He tried so hard to clean up for the Gala. I suppose you are right though. I find it pretty sexy." I laid the magazine down and bit my lip at the great shot. We had been coming up the red carpet in the main shot and then they had taken one of us kissing in the car after dinner, which was highlighted to the side.

"Who would have thought. Well I will leave it for you to deal with. Good luck buddy." He got up and left the office. I sighed a little and called my boss to inform her of the bad press. She laughed herself silly when I showed her the article. I sat and watched her read it through.

"Oh my god. This is hilarious. Did you actually read the article? I have to say, this is some juicy writing here. Apparently you have been disowned for joining their gang. Oh, and Edmund is their muscle. Goodness, this is such a load of crap." She was wiping tears from the corner of her eye and I shrugged sheepishly. "I will send this over to our lawyers, Brendan. Not to worry, they will take care of everything."

"Thanks. I really appreciate it. Will I need to make a statement or anything?" I asked before I headed back to work.

"Not unless the story gets picked up by others. We will worry about it once we deal with these guys. I will have them call you if they need our side of it." She dismissed me and I closed the door behind me. When I got back to my office, Edmund was waiting outside with a worried look.

"Everything okay baby?" He asked quietly. I nodded and showed him into my office.

"Sure, why's that?" I asked curiously. He scratched his neck nervously.

"The receptionist was a little... off today? She looked at me funny and your buddy John laughed when I dropped off his mail. I feel like people are staring at me." He looked upset and I sat him down.

"The tabloids ran a fake news story about the two of us. It is ridiculous and completely made up, but I guess a few people have already read it. If it is making you uncomfortable, I can call your boss and explain or have the lawyers call over or something? I'm really sorry for the trouble it's causing you." I hugged him and kissed his hair lovingly. I felt him sigh and pull me onto his lap.

"Is that all? That's a relief. It should be okay. My boss knows my family rather well, so I don't think it will be a problem. If you could have the detraction sent around the office though, it might help." He murmured to me. I nodded against him and we took a minute just to comfort each other.

"Guess it is a pain being an almost celebrity." I muttered. I wondered how my family had done it before. I guess we had never been a big story before I left home though. I never even imagined that it would become a story when I took Edmund to the gala with me. I was so used to his looks now I took them as normal and I knew his personality so it was hard for me to see what the reporter had.

I wondered suddenly what if anything my parents were going to say or do in response to the article. I hoped nothing and that it would just blow over. Okay I was gay and now I was out, but it should be old news in a couple days, right?

*

Nope. They published a retraction of the story only to pick it up and run in another direction with it. "Boss man is Banging the Mail Boy!" Another paper ran another angle, "Richie Rich Leaves Money for Man." And another tried putting Edmund in a bad light again with "Gold-digger Gay Strikes It Rich," which was very unamusing to me.

The legal department was working quickly for me, and I was grateful to the company for backing me. I think Edmund could tell it was getting me down. We couldn't go out together without them trying to snap our picture, not that we went out a lot to begin with. The worst was social media, some of the stuff popping up there was absolutely ridiculous but at the same time I could see Edmund worry.

"It's fine. Really. We just have to wait it out love." I reminded him. It was hard to get into my little space when I had to reassure him all the time while I was home. He blamed himself for it all, I knew that. I didn't know how to get across to him that it really didn't matter what others saw or thought. He was my Daddy and I loved him so much.

"Maybe we need to just go on vacation." He muttered to himself. That had me perking up a hundred percent.

"Really? Do you want to? I would love a vacation! Can we go to a beach? Or... or how about Disney World? Oh my goodness, do I have a bathing suit? I need a new bathing suit. Can I get one with a sunset? Or dolphins. No I want one with dolphins on it." Edmund held up a hand for me to stop and was looking at me like I was absolutely out of my mind.

"Hold your horses my prince. First we have to see if we can get time off on short notice. Then we have to see about booking our travel, because there is no point buying anything until we know if we are going." He burst my shopping bubble. I sighed heavily and started to lean on his side with all my weight. He patted my tummy reassuringly and for the first time in days I felt more relaxed.

"Okay, but you will let me shop with you, right?" I peeked back over my shoulder pleadingly and he grinned at me.

"Sure."

*

"Brendan? Where is my checklist? I thought I put it on the table." I heard Edmund in the kitchen and grabbed the sheet on the coffee table to take over to him. He seemed a little stressed out about going on vacation, but we both knew that it would be good for us to get away from the strange attention we were getting here. I had left a statement for the lawyers and a contact number in case of an emergency.

Edmund's boss had been relieved that we were going away. The department had been pestered by reporters and the staff mildly harassed until security had finally stepped up a bit to keep the sneaky bastards out. His words, not mine. I thought it was sort of funny how they were trying to question all our co-workers and friends to get dirt on us.

The thing about great friends was that they usually shared your perversions or at least knew to keep their mouths shut. John didn't know anything. The people at the bar wouldn't talk to the reporters. Oliver might, but he could end up in more trouble himself if he did so I wasn't too worried. Besides, last I had seen him with another big guy and seemed rather happy he was allowed back in the bar.

Edmund was planning our trip in a frenzy. He had a friend book us tickets, and I insisted he get first class so he'd have leg room. We picked a really nice resort together, but I didn't push for the butler service so we could have more privacy while we were there. I did insist on the spa package though. I wanted to totally relax and unwind while I was there. What better way than treating myself to a massage or three?

I had never been on a vacation before, since my parents pretty much forgot about me most of the time and foisted me off on nannies. I knew that they had been all over the world without me. The other students at the boarding school had all gone to tropical places and ski resorts at the school, but not me. I was forgotten. Left behind. This was my chance to see what all the fuss was about. So who cares why we were going?

"Did you pack extra underwear?" Edmund was looking over the list and I nodded when he looked at me.

"Can I bring toys with me?" I asked, staring at my teddy bear. He grinned and nodded.

"Sure, one or two will be fine. Just remember that we will be sight seeing and swimming most of the time." He went into the closet and brought out a couple ties.

"Do I have to get dressed up there?" I asked with a scowl. He nodded as he rolled them up and put them in the suitcase.

"Unfortunately a couple of the restaurants have a dress code. It will only be a few times, and you can change right after we are done eating, okay?" He bargained. I nodded and went to my bin to decide what I wanted to bring. Definitely my teddy bear. That should be fine. Maybe I should just bring some colouring books. They would be good for the plane.

I picked out two and grabbed my container of crayons. Then I grabbed my ducky from the bathroom. That would be fun to play with. I held them out to Edmund and he packed the teddy and ducky into the suitcase. The books went into my carry on bag with some other stuff, like my toothbrush and bathing suit. He said if we took those in our bags then we could change in the toilet and go swimming right away without unpacking.

He was so smart. He had been to a few places before I met him. He had traveled to other countries and been on both a plane and a ship. He knew lots of things about packing, like how to fold and roll up stuff so it fits in your bag better. It was so fascinating to watch him fill our bags. I didn't realise there were so many rules about traveling too.

Like how I couldn't keep my nail clippers in my carry on bag because they were too sharp and had a stabby thing for underneath your nails. How I couldn't put my sunscreen in there either because it was too big. Good thing I had all my passports and paperwork in order, because those could cost extra to rush or take months to have sent to me by the government.

I was nervous to go on a plane for the first time. I hoped the stewards were nice to me. I was thinking I might have some alcohol even though Edmund said I shouldn't. I brought my own blanket and some of my favourite snacks, just in case I didn't like the dinner. Daddy said the dinners were usually okay, not great but edible. I had picked pasta because I didn't trust anything else they might try to feed me.

"I think that's everything, baby. Shall we get some shut eye before the limo comes for us?" He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the pile of suitcases by the door. I had been aimlessly following him around the house as he worked because I wasn't sure what I was supposed to be doing.

"Sure Daddy, I will nap with you." I said with a grin. Really I would do anything with him. Anything he wanted to do. I blinked up at him innocently and he growled playfully.

"Don't use that tone with me young man. You think I don't see that look?" He picked me up playfully and threw me onto the bed. I giggled and squirmed away as he climbed in next to me. I was pinned down and bit lightly on the back of the neck. I panted and arched as his leg dug between mine and ground into my ass forcefully.

He grabbed my hair and held my head down as he pulled at my pajama bottoms. They only got as far as my knees before he was thumbing at my opening with his his spit dampened digit. I squirmed a little and he smacked my ass playfully. I felt him hook his thumb inside and pry at the edges of the tight pucker. His knee was making my balls ache with its pressing against them as he kneeled between my legs and dug inside me.

He shifted himself to take off his own pants and straddled my thighs. I felt the drip of lube between my legs, but he didn't force them open like he usually did. He just rubbed his fat er*ction across my crack, dipping down to poke inside the hole and retreat again. It was driving me crazy, this teasing was. I made to open my own legs and he clamped them tight with his. I tried squirming and he held down my arms on either side.

"Patience baby." He hissed into my ear, my shoulders aching from the weight of his body pressing me down. My face was turned to the side so I could breathe and I caught sight of him biting his lip out of the corner of my eye. He jabbed his slippery meat into the crack between my legs and it bumped around a bit before it found the gaping hole to slide home into. I gasped as he rammed it in deep and then pumped his hips over me.

It felt different this way. It was sloppy and almost gross as he pushed himself into my prone body. The lube was dripping down my thighs and balls, chilling me even as he warmed me from above. My c*ck had nowhere to go and was pressed uncomfortably underneath me as it tried to swell with blood at the odd jabs to my sensitive spots. I whimpered and tried to shift again, desperate to relieve the pressure.

He moved one hand to press my head down firmly into the mattress, holding me in place. I felt him kiss my shoulder tenderly, and realised he was reassuring me. I tried to relax and wait for him to do what he wanted. He thrusted quickly and came deep inside, slid over and stared at me for a second. Then he rolled me onto my back and took a hold of my abused c*ck. I hissed in discomfort.

"Easy baby. I got you." He stroked the flesh carefully, smearing the lube from underneath that dripped onto the length and pumping it up to its full height. I bit my lip and scratched at the sheets as I felt my orgasm coming on. He let go. I grabbed his arm and whined piteously for him to keep going. He grinned and continued. I felt my eyelids flutter as he ramped me up and my muscles started to contract with spasms.

He stopped again. I let a few tears of frustration go before I pleaded with him to finish me. He kissed my tears away and put his hand back on my waiting d*ck. I was staring up into his serious face as he stroked me out to my orgasm, then he kept going as long as my seed came out to coat my stomach. It was like fire and electricity running through my veins from my crotch. I cried out at the sheer force of feelings it gave me.

"That's my boy. Give me all of it." He milked out the last of my jizz and then licked the bit off his hand as he stared at my prone, cumm-soaked body. I gulped and tried not to move. I could feel the slide of fluids across my skin in various places. My ribs, my thigh crease, my *ss crack; they all tickled with the tell-tale drops. All of a sudden Edmund crawled over me and laid himself on top of my soaked body. My eyes widened.

"Daddy! You are gonna get all dirty!" I exclaimed in surprise. He smiled at me and kissed my lips to shut me up.

"Good. I like getting dirty with you."

A/N Sorry this took so long to get out. It isn't even that long. I have been so busy I feel brain dead. My partner was sick this week and all I have been doing is working, taking care of them, and trying to keep up with housework. Forgive me?