It's Still Just Us: (Sequel to It's Just Us)

by R. Phoenix

  Carter

  I stopped Rick as he moved to follow Sean into the living room. "Come with me to the kitchen for a moment, okay?"

  He looked at me strangely, but he came without any questions. I got both of us a Coke and nodded towards the sippy cups I put on the counter already. "What does Sean want to drink?"

  Rick got the apple juice, mixing it with water and closing the lid. "Thanks. I brought something, but he loves to try different cups. Don't ask me why." He checked to make sure it was tightened completely. "But that’s not the reason you wanted me in here, right?" He looked at me like he knew exactly what I was up to… and he might have been right.

  "Yeah. Well. I wanted to know your opinion…"

  "Sounds interesting," Rick answered dryly.

  "Don't be an ass. Last time you talked some sense into me, I finally took a few huge steps with Micah, so this is now your job." I winked at him.

  "Spare me the details, if possible. And if not, let Sean hear it too. He loves it."

  "Good to know who won't hear it then." I made a face. Micah would kill me if I ever talked about what we did in the bedroom, aside from the obvious, and he still needed time to come to terms with that.

  "Whatever happened, I don't think this is what you wanted to talk about, right?"

  I shook my head. Was I making the right decision? Or was I rushing things? When I’d first had the thoughts, they’d seemed reasonable, but I wasn't so sure anymore. I might do the wrong thing…

  "Spit it out," Rick said, but his voice was kind.

  "I want to ask Micah to marry me."

  "Come again." Rick stared at me like he couldn't have heard what he heard.

  "I want to ask him to marry me. I think it would be—"

  "That was rhetorical. Are you seriously considering that?"

  "Yeah. I've been thinking about it for a while, even before he moved in here, and every day has made it clearer. And the icing on the wedding cake, so to say, was when he suggested we put up a pic of Nic in the nursery, since he didn't want me to hide him."

  Rick swallowed, but he stayed silent. It took him a long time to speak, but then he just said, "You know that's not the right reason to marry someone?"

  I laughed. "Well, I might be totally in love with him too, but it just showed me how perfect he is… in every possible way. Even though he brings home animals I never see and stuff like that. But he's just… He's different than Nic, of course, but I'm … I guess I'm kind of afraid of losing him. On the other hand, I want to show him he's just as important as Nic to me. I don't want him to think he's something less for me, you know?"

  Rick took a long drink from his Coke, like he needed to sort his thoughts, but then he nodded. "Makes sense, yes. I totally get where you're coming from, but you two still haven't been together that long, so I'm not sure how much of your willingness is really the knowledge he's the right one and how much is the fear of losing him."

  Now it was my turn to stay silent. "You might have a point there. I don't think it's just the fear, but I'll think about it and ponder what exactly wants me to ask him."

  Rick nodded. "If you figure out it’s because you simply love him and want to spend the rest of your lives together, then, by all means, go ahead. But if it's just because of the fear of losing him, think again. You shouldn't do that. He's going to stay if you're married or not, Carter. Never forget that. If he loves you, which I know he does, he'll stay, no matter what. And he won't love you more or less because of a piece of paper."

  I snorted at that.

  "Yeah, I know. I need to ask Sean."

  "No, you don't, not until you’re ready. Because there’s a reason you haven’t done it yet."

  Rick sighed. "Can we please stay on topic?"

  The long-suffering look he gave me was enough to make me laugh out loud, but then I decided to drop it — after some more teasing. "Sorry, I'm not going to get into your relationship with Sean. I just wanted your opinion about mine."

  Rick looked at me like he wanted to say something else, but finally, he just nodded, not reacting to my teasing. “If you're sure you're doing the right thing, go ahead. You don't have to marry him tomorrow. You can take a little more time. Maybe until he has a job… or, if he doesn’t want to work, at least until his exams are finished.”

  I interrupted him. “He does want to work, even though I wouldn't mind if he'd just work part time at the shelter and be at home with me most of the time. But I think he’s too ambitious to just be with me.” Wow, that sounded like self-pity. I should be glad he was going his own way, but I wanted to be able to take care of him.

  Rick laughed, but then got serious right away. “Yeah, well, I figured as much. He doesn't seem like the type who just stays at home and lets you pamper him. But on the bright side, he’ll need you to help him relieve stress, so that should work out fine for the two of you.”

  “The way it works with you and Sean,” I jabbed.

  He glared at me. “Don't remind me. This boy is going to drive me crazy.”

  I slapped him on the shoulder, then got myself another Coke. “You wouldn't want it any other way. Some boring, quiet little would absolutely not be what you need.”

  Rick shook his head. “Definitely not. I love how much he keeps me on my toes. And well, we might both like the punishments—”

  I raised my hand, trying to stop him before he got too much into detail. “Thanks, but I don't need to know, if you don't mind.”

  Rick laughed then hugged me tight before I could stop him. “Congratulations, my friend. I'm really glad you're getting past Nic and moving on with Micah. He's such a good guy. It's awesome to see you laughing again. I can tell how happy he makes you, and I see it in his face all the time as well. Keep doing what you're doing and you two should be fine. And that includes a certain question.”

  I hugged him back, trying to sort my thoughts. I suddenly realized that this was what I wanted. I wanted him to call me his husband. Even though it was rather soon, I definitely would ask him when the time was right.

  First, I needed a ring and a plan on how to make it happen. But there might’ve been an idea forming in my head…

  I looked at Rick. “Thank you. But enough about that. Let's see what kind of trouble Sean has gotten Micah into.”

  “Oh man, I let him out of sight way too long. Who knows what he's been getting up to?”

  I followed him out of the kitchen, taking Micah's sippy cup with me. I'd prepared some finger food we could feed them later, if they wanted a snack, but I left that in the kitchen. For now, they needed to play and just relax some.

  Much to my surprise, Micah and Sean were playing with Micah's cars on the play mat and Sean hadn't managed to get him into trouble at all.

  Rick was just bending down to Sean, kissing his head. "Now that's my good boy, playing so nicely with Micah's toys. Daddy is proud of you."

  Sean beamed up at Rick, pursing his lips to get a kiss.

  Micah looked at me, his eyes shining. He was happy and relaxed, I could see that. "Hey baby. Everything all right?" I asked him as I sat down next to him and kissed him softly.

  "Hmm," Micah murmured. "But I can't get the thing we talked about earlier out of my head." He blinked at me, completely innocent, but there had been only one thing we'd talked about earlier… and it was definitely far from innocent.

  "Naughty boy…" I trailed off and cupped his cheek. "But I love it when you're naughty." I kissed him, letting the touch linger. "Just a bit longer, then you get what you want. Or are you done now?" I offered, but I knew he'd say no.

  "I want to, Daddy. But it won't… I won't be able to relax at all, so this won't work."

  "Then we need to wait until later, baby. How about you play with Sean some more, I talk to Rick, and later, we'll see what we want to do."

  He grinned at me. "Just for the record, that didn't help at all." He nodded to his trousers, who were tenting.

  "Behave, baby. Otherwise there will be a spanking later."


  Now he glared at me. "That's mean, Daddy."

  "Why’s that, baby boy?" I winked at him, my mouth brushing his ear.

  "Because that didn't help at all?" He wriggled around. "Now I'm twice as distracted."

  "Can we color, Micah?" Sean's voice interrupted us, which might have been good. Otherwise I'd either have thrown our guests out or dragged Micah upstairs. That wasn’t what I’d planned to do this evening. Although it would relax him…

  Micah pressed a kiss to my cheek, then murmured. "Later, Daddy. Promise."

  I wasn't sure if he meant that he promised me or the other way around, but I was good either way.

  Micah turned away to grab his coloring books, but he hesitated.

  "I'm careful, okay?" Sean said, pouting.

  "Baby…" Rick's voice was stern.

  "Sorry." Sean hung his head. "I promise to be careful with your coloring books, Micah, but we can also play something else."

  Micah shook his head. "No, it's okay." He pulled his coloring books out from under the couch table, showing them to Sean.

  "This one." Sean picked one and together, they started working on their pictures.

  Sean was yawning loudly by the time Rick led him outside, holding his hand. The boys had played happily, and Rick and I had talked about a lot of grown-up things, as Sean had so nicely put it when he interrupted us to get something to drink.

  It was nice hanging out just like that, spending time with them. Sean stayed in his little role the whole evening, and Micah followed his example. But he was getting way more comfortable, actually playing with Sean and allowing me to care for him… Which made me hard as fuck.

  "Ready for bed, baby?" Micah blinked up at me, seeming sleepy as well.

  "Yeah, Daddy. More than ready." He yawned. "That was fun."

  I pulled him up and kissed him. "Great to hear you had fun, my boy. Now let's get you ready for bed, then Daddy can tuck you in." I'd kind of hoped to get to spank him today, but he definitely wasn't awake enough for that today.

  "Yeah, I had lots of fun." He yawned again. "And now, bed. Your baby needs some cuddles." He blinked up at me, sleepy and so cute. I took his hand, leading him upstairs.

  "Let's just wash you down really quickly, baby, then I'll get you ready." He didn't need a shower, maybe, but it was usually our way to start playing, since I had him naked then… and needed to apply lotion. Plus, it helped him slip into his role like nothing else — and I wouldn't deny I loved bathing him.

  Micah followed me without a word, letting me undress him, even though my hands might have lingered a bit… but he was getting hard and his breath caught, so he was definitely interested despite how tired he was.

  I showered him quickly, getting him clean, then had him on the changing table. "Are you okay with what we talked about earlier?" I didn't want to actually say the word, afraid it would — freak him out? Pull him out of his role? I wasn't even sure.

  "You need to put your baby boy to bed, so that includes diapers." He grinned at me, his cock rising.

  "Well, then… Let's get you ready, my baby." I kissed him sweetly, then grabbed the lotion. That was the first step, and the one that got him hard all the time. I held his binky up, showing it to him. Micah nodded and took it from me, his eyes closing again as he relaxed back against the changing table.

  I applied sweet smelling lotion to his body, taking care to touch him everywhere, thoroughly and carefully. By the time I was done, he was rock hard and panting around the paci in his mouth. I wasn't doing any better, but at least I was still wearing clothes.

  Casting a glance at him, I picked up the diaper, then said softly, "Raise your bottom, sweetie." He followed my instruction, and I placed the diaper under him, then pulled it up over his cock. I made very, very sure that nothing pinched, especially around his cock and balls. And his hole, of course… if that meant touching him some more, so be it. I smiled to myself as he started wriggling around, but he didn't say anything.

  Adjusting myself, I swallowed hard. Having him like this, spread out before me, so fucking sexy, and—

  I took a deep breath. This was going to go slow, even if it killed me. Micah deserved some long, drawn out lovemaking, not a quick fuck. And I needed to remember it.

  My hands caressed his legs, smooth and firm, then lingered on his cock, still so hard under the material of the diaper. Picking up one of his cute, pink nightgowns, I helped him put it on. Micah just let me do it, having relaxed completely. Where he'd played with Sean earlier, now he was just reacting to me and my gentle words. When I was done with the nightgown — with unicorns! — I glanced at the panties, but decided against them. He already had the diaper on.

  "Come on, baby. Time to get you to bed."

  Micah opened his eyes, blinking sleepily, but he nodded. "Hmm." He sat up and finally looked down at himself. He plucked the paci out of his mouth, then stared at me. "That's beautiful, Daddy! Thank you!"

  I'd gotten it for him a while ago, but he’d never worn it, since he usually preferred his onesies. "You're welcome, baby." I took his hand and led him from the nursery to the bedroom. "Are you good to go to bed, my baby? Do you need Daddy to do anything for you?"

  He shook his head, then said, "Just cuddles from my Daddy. That's all I want." With those words, he put the paci back in, then crawled into bed — with his diapered bottom moving tantalizingly right in front of me. He definitely wasn't as tired as he tried to play off, if that wriggle was any indication.

  "Daddy cuddles coming right up." I undressed quickly, changing into sweatpants and a t-shirt. Then I followed him to bed, pulling him close. My baby pressed against me, his diaper against my hip. I breathed deep, trying to control myself.

  "Hmm." Micah wrapped an arm around my waist, slipping under the t-shirt. I kissed his forehead and rested my hand against his bottom, squeezing it and pressing him even more against me. Since I was clothed, I couldn’t feel it, but the crinkling was enough to have my cock jerk in my trousers again.

  “Daddy, why are you clothed?” Micah asked softly, briefly removing his paci.

  “Because you love it. Daddies get to wear clothes, babies wear diapers and nothing else. Or a nightgown. But no grown-up clothes.”

  He shivered. “That’s… hot.” His fingers wandered on, tracing over my skin.

  I’d gotten the idea earlier, and it looked like it’d been the right one.

  "Hmm… but currently, I'm in my nightgown, and you said only diaper." He was pouting, his voice tiny and small. My sweet, sweet baby boy.

  "Daddy needs to change that, then. Let me help you, baby." I tugged his gown up, pulling it over his head. His eyes met mine briefly. They were sparkling and happy, even though he was tired. Still, he wouldn't sleep without getting off.

  "Better, little one?" I asked as I held my naked baby against me.

  "Much better. But I want to touch you too, Daddy."

  I shook my head. "Daddy's gonna stay clothed for now, baby. That way, I can take better care of you." That was bullshit, but that didn't matter right now. He was naked, I was not. And that highlighted even more who was in charge here.

  Micah's lower lip poked out, but I kissed his pouting away. "Don't be a brat, baby. Daddy's gonna make you feel really good. What do you think?"

  He nodded and let me in as I kissed him deeply, half rolling on top of him. He was caught under me, but I managed to sneak a hand into the diaper, grabbing his hard cock. "My baby's so hard for his Daddy… What do you want me to do with that?"

  Micah didn't reply, just raised his hips, pushing into my hand.

  "So you want me to stroke you?" I asked him, even as my hand tightened.

  "Yeah, Daddy. Please." His voice was sweet and breathless. Who'd have guessed playing with diapers would get him off as much as it did with me?

  "I guess I can't say no if you ask so nicely, sweetie." I moved my hand faster, but there wasn't enough room. "Turn around, baby. I want to see your ass," I finally breathed into his ear, raising myself
up so he could move.

  Micah did as he was told, and I kneeled up to look at him. His lean body was only highlighted by the diaper, full and round and — I gripped my cock through my sweats.

  "Perfect. You're so perfect."

  Micah turned his head, looking over his shoulder, and his eyes met mine again. There was so much trust and love in them that I needed a moment to get my own emotions under control, but I went on to caress his back then cup his butt, moving the diaper.

  It looked so damn hot, especially as my baby started wriggling around, clearly getting more impatient.

  "Shh, I'll take care of you." I grabbed a pillow and had him raise his hips. When I placed it under him, it put his ass on display even more, but Micah didn't comment. He was completely lost in the moment and us.

  I reached under him, opening the straps of the diaper, then moved it over his ass, just exposing his buttocks. "Spread your legs for me, baby." Micah did as he was told, showing me his pink, small hole.

  "So beautiful," I murmured as I grabbed the lube, drizzling some on his hole. "My beautiful boy." I circled his tight muscle, sometimes teasing just inside of him, sometimes just stroking. My other hand massaged his firm ass, keeping him open for me and moving him enough so he rubbed his cock against the diaper below him.

  Quiet moaning was coming from above me, and I grinned as goosebumps appeared on his back.

  It didn't take long until he spoke again, "Daddy, please. I need you." His hole clenched, trying to suck my finger right in, but so far, he hadn't gotten much of me except from where I was loosening him up. But he didn't need much prep at all.

  "Are you sure, my baby? Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?" I asked him even as I pulled my sweats down to pour some lube on my cock.

  "Yes, Daddy! I need you!" His voice was bordering on desperate, but he didn't make any moves to get himself off against the diaper.

  "Shh, baby. I've got you," I whispered while I laid over his back, covering him. He spread his legs even more, allowing me to settle in between them. With a gentle movement, I sank into him.

  Micah moaned, and I took a deep breath so I wouldn't come on the spot. "Love you, Daddy," Micah whispered.