by M. A. Innes
“He’s doing better about talking about it, but he really wasn’t sure how Kevin would see him after.” It wasn’t an unreasonable fear with anyone else, but Kevin and Jeremy were different. “It’s one thing to know your friend is kinky, but it’s another to see that part of them.”
Knowing in an abstract way that your friend liked to color and watch cartoons while drinking out of a sippy cup was one thing, but seeing them in that role when they were relaxed and looking for their Daddy was another.
Not that Kevin saw it that way.
“Once we moved from brothers who were too close to a different kind of relationship, he was always talking about finding friends who would accept us.” Jeremy looked back at me, still smiling. “It would have taken something a lot more unique to change how he saw Bryan.”
“I don’t think he’d have been ready to meet the other littles if it hadn’t been for Kevin being so open and persistent about the whole thing.” I couldn’t imagine other people being as enthusiastic about accepting our relationship. Most people, even if they were close friends, would have seen Bryan’s reluctance to talk about it and left it alone, thinking they were doing the right thing.
That had never been Kevin.
From the first moment we’d met them, he’d charged right in, wanting to understand everything about Bryan’s role.
“Persistent is his middle name.” Jeremy rolled his eyes. “He wanted to text Bryan earlier and ask when he wanted to be little again.”
“I’m going to need more cookies then.”
Jeremy scoffed. “That seems to be one of his favorite parts too. Evidently, it’s not fair that littles get to eat the cool-kid foods but he can’t.”
I grinned. “Next thing you know he’s going to be asking for a sippy cup too.”
“Maybe something like those plastic cups with cartoon characters on them that McDonald’s used to give out.” Jeremy shrugged as I chuckled. “Something for an older kid?”
“That will be easy to find.” I looked at the two of them as Bryan started shaking his head and seemed to be telling Kevin he was crazy. “Kevin was a very good big brother earlier.”
“But now it looks like Bryan is ready to throw something at him.” Jeremy groaned. “Are they fighting over TV shows?”
“Seems like it.” We were finally close enough to hear the conversation, and the bits I picked up sounded ridiculous. “Come on. They clearly need grown-ups.”
“Taking kids out in public is hard.” Jeremy’s deadpan delivery of the teasing comment had me trying not to laugh.
I wasn’t sure what we’d done to deserve the universe sending us such perfect friends, but I’d always be grateful for it.
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“I’m so proud of you.” Pulling him down to the couch with me, I wrapped my arms around him as he settled on my lap.
Bryan beamed but tried to play it off like he didn’t know what I was talking about. “What? I have table manners just—”
I broke in, giving him a quick peck to prevent him from downplaying his accomplishment. “No, I’m very proud of my boyfriend and my boy, and you aren’t going to stop me.”
Bryan’s cheeks heated and he curled into me but that smile was still there. He knew how good he’d done. “You got over your fears. Do you realize how big today was? You were little in front of them for the first time, and you talked to them about it and talked to them about doing it again. You did great.”
I couldn’t have been prouder. He’d wanted friends to play and have fun with for longer than he’d been able to admit. Sure, I played with him sometimes, but it wasn’t the same because I didn’t get the same charge that he did when he was playing. Kevin did, and the other littles would too.
I honestly hadn’t expected Kevin to play, but I should have. He didn’t sink into the same headspace that Bryan and the other littles seemed to, but Kevin never seemed very old to me to begin with. That made him a perfect fit to hang out with them.
He wasn’t worried about what they were doing. I had a feeling he didn’t want to be left out of what he saw as all the fun just because he wasn’t little. Yeah, I really should have expected him to play with Bryan and not simply sit there quietly watching what Bryan was like when he was in his role.
“He liked playing with me.” Bryan’s voice was quiet, but I could hear the smile in it.
“He did and he made it very clear he wanted to come over and hang out again when you were little.” He’d said it several times, wanting to make sure Bryan wouldn’t be able to deny it later, more than likely.
Bryan cuddled tighter against me, whispering against my neck. “It wouldn’t be weird to text him some time and tell him I’m going to be little later that afternoon and ask him if he wants to come play?”
“No, I think he’d be very sad if he didn’t get to play with you again.” I thought back to what Jeremy had said. “Even Jeremy said what a good time Kevin had and how he wanted to know when he could play with you like that again.”
Stroking my hand down his back, I smiled as Bryan relaxed into me even more. He carried so much stress. It was good to see it starting to fade away. We’d passed one hurdle, but the next would be playing with the other guys.
Part of me said that would be easy. Kevin should have been harder because he wasn’t little, but I knew that wasn’t how Bryan’s brain would process it. But we’d cross that hurdle when we got to it.
“He said I can talk to him about being little anytime I want.” Bryan’s low voice held a thread of wonder. “Even if I’m not little and I want to talk about it, he said that’s fine.”
Kevin was insane, but he knew just what to say sometimes.
“It’s good having friends to talk to about those kinds of things.” I kissed his head and ran my hand along his face and down his shoulder. “He appreciated how much you trusted him.”
“He did?” Bryan peeked up at me.
“He knows how hard it was for you. And Jeremy wanted to make sure we knew how special it was to Kevin. It’s been years since their relationship was typical, and their mother never liked a lot of toys in the house, so you’re helping him relax and get back a piece of his childhood.” I wondered what Dr. Shepard would say about our afternoon. Would either of the guys talk to him about it?
I grinned.
Kevin would, and he’d probably drag Bryan with him.
Bryan snuggled back into me. “Maybe I’ll text him later this week when we have time to play in the afternoon. I don’t think bedtime when I’m little is the right time for him to come over.”
Kevin probably wouldn’t care that Bryan was in jammies and a diaper, but Bryan would.
And I wasn’t even going to imagine about what Kevin would say about the bubble bath.
“That’s a great idea.” But Kevin was probably kinky enough that nothing would surprise him.
Although Bryan’s heart might not withstand the questions. “Jeremy thought Kevin might like a special cup to use when you guys play. Maybe we should go pick one out for him with cartoons on it.”
“But not a sippy cup?”
“No, a big-kid cup but still a kiddy cup.” I thought about how to phrase it. “Remember that story you read where the guy was more of a middle than a little. Something like that.”
Fiction might not be the best example, but it was all I could think of.
Bryan was quiet for a few long seconds. “Oh, okay.”
That didn’t tell me much, but since he hadn’t tensed up, I had a feeling he was still processing it. We’d had enough thinking for the day, though. Trailing my fingers along his side, I skimmed them over his hip, changing my touch enough that he shivered.
Smiling, I stroked his leg before moving back up toward his cock. “You were a good boy and a good friend today.”
Bryan wiggled and made a breathy little noise that sounded like he was holding back a moan. “I was scared.”
He was still trying to keep up the conversation, but the needy tone said it was gett
ing difficult. I was going to make it even harder. Caressing up his leg, I moved to the inside of his thigh as I passed his knee. Bryan’s breath hitched as I inched closer to his cock. It was hard enough that his pants weren’t hiding his reaction.
“But you pushed back the fear and shared something special with your friend.” My fingers ghosted around the edge of his dick, almost touching it. “They’re not like typical friends. They understand us and they love that we accept them.”
Bryan accepted it so easily that I had a feeling he sometimes forgot how few people would understand the relationship between Kevin and Jeremy if they knew the truth. To him, Kevin was just his annoying best friend who was in love. He hadn’t worried about the logistics of their relationship in a long time.
It would take a lot more than just sippy cups and toys to freak Kevin out. I was pretty sure he’d guessed Bryan was wearing a diaper and that hadn’t bothered him at all. Hell, we’d heard them have sex and that hadn’t bothered him at all.
Nope, the little exhibitionist loved it.
We really weren’t the kinky ones in this friendship no matter what Bryan thought.
Bryan uttered a quiet curse as I moved back up his chest, away from his cock. “I…” Bryan swallowed hard and shifted to press his legs tighter together before trying again. “They’re our friends. Of course we accept them.”
Since words were so easy, I slowed as I caressed over him and started circling his nipples. “That’s what Kevin thinks when you’re little. He just accepts it because it’s part of who you are.”
Bryan’s breath was ragged as he inhaled, and I tightened the circle, getting even closer to his needy nipple. “He…Kevin…he didn’t worry about playing.”
That was much better. The halting words were drenched with need. To reward my beautiful boy, I pinched his nipple and started teasing the nub. “Nothing you do would shock him or scare him off.”
Groaning, Bryan wiggled and arched into my touch. Tugging harder, I worked it as he squirmed and tried to rub his cock without my noticing. “Naughty boy. No touching.”
That had my sexy sub blushing and trying to apologize. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Only good boys get rewarded. If you’re naughty now, even though you were very well-behaved today, I’ll still have to punish you.” His breathy moan said that threat wasn’t frightening.
“I’ll be good.” He gasped as I pinched the nub before slowly stroking the over-sensitive skin. When I moved to his other nipple, he couldn’t seem to decide if he was relieved or frustrated.
“Kevin wouldn’t even be surprised if he came in and found you in your diaper drinking from your bottle.” Bryan would have reacted more strongly, but my fingers were keeping him distracted enough that he grunted and shook his head. “You forget—he wants to go to the club. He wants to watch scenes and explore. He knows what kinds of people will be there.”
And the biggest thing Bryan liked to ignore was that Kevin wanted him there too.
It was going to be interesting, but the intro to BDSM meeting we’d been going to with Finn hadn’t been too awkward, so I was fairly sure he could manage it. But again, one hurdle at a time. Once he got over the idea that Kevin had seen him little, Bryan was going to remember the playdate.
I wasn’t planning on letting him have the ability to worry anytime soon, though.
When I released Bryan’s nipple, he slouched back against the arm of the couch and rested his head against me like he’d run a marathon. Caressing down his chest, I felt him shiver as I inched closer to his dick. As I finally traced gently over the hard length, Bryan moaned in frustration, desperately needing more.
“Stretch your legs out, boy.” I circled the head in maddeningly slow motions. “You’re hiding your body from me.”
He made another frustrated sound but fought to relax his legs. When they were lying on the couch, I shook my head, making a tsking sound. “Wider. You shouldn’t hide your body from me. Maybe you do need to be punished.”
His entire body jerked as the dirty images that ran through his imagination hit him. “You’re not allowed to hide from me, are you?”
Questions weren’t as easy anymore. He shook his head, swallowing several times before he pushed the words out. “No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
God, he was so perfect.
“Good boy. I’m glad I don’t have to spank you and put you in the corner like a naughty sub. I wanted to lick and taste my boy all over. You want a reward, don’t you?” My grin was wicked as I finally tightened my grip on his cock and he groaned, shivering.
“Yes, I…yes…please…” Bryan looked up at me, silent pleading in every breath.
I wished there was a way to show him how incredible he looked when he stared at me like that. Like I held the entire world in my hands.
“My sexy boy.” I could feel his body shake as I continued slowly jerking him off through his clothes. “I bet my sweet boy wants to get naked.”
He licked his lips and nodded, embarrassment and desire warring inside him.
Need won.
“Please, Sir.”
“Good boy.” A bit reluctantly, I pulled my hand away. I wanted to be able to stretch him out on the bed, not bend him over the couch. “Bedroom. I want to take my time with you.”
That seemed to make his knees weak because while he was willing to obey, his legs didn’t want to work. I couldn’t hide my wicked smile as he shook and clung to me, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants in beautiful obscenity.
Pulling him close, I rubbed my cock on his hip and kissed down his neck. “You were so good today. I have to give you a very thorough reward.”
Bryan couldn’t find the words to respond, but he shivered and pressed his hips forward to rub his dick against me. It was hot as hell, but he knew better. “Are you supposed to do that?”
His entire body jerked and it looked like he was barely holding back. But he gave me the sweetest frown and shook his head. “No, Sir.”
“Then I want you to behave for me.” I pressed a tender kiss to his lips. “Bedroom.”
Bryan gave a low moan but nodded as he stepped back. He still looked a bit unsteady, so I took his hand and walked him to the bedroom. As soon as we approached the bed, I stopped him and started stripping off his clothes.
I should have taken more time but my thoughts were obsessed with every inch I was going to kiss, and I wanted my boy naked. Bryan seemed to agree with me because he made no effort to slow me down, just raised his arms as I pulled off his shirt and wiggled his hips to help his pants fall to the floor.
When he was stripped and hard, just waiting to see what I would do with him, all I could do was stare. It felt like a lifetime ago when he was desperately trying to keep a wall between us so I’d never learn his secret need. The man before me might be shy and nervous, but he was also loving and trusted me with everything in him.
“Beautiful.” I ran one hand down his chest, swirling around his tight nipples and over his stomach.
I should have stopped there, but I circled the base of his cock with one finger and down the length of his erection. Bryan let out a broken gasp and precum leaked from his slit. “Please.”
He would never last.
That would be fine with me, though. It would simply give me another reason to stretch him out over my lap. He hadn’t been spanked in days, and I knew the need was growing in him now that the fear had passed.
“Don’t you want me to reward you? Don’t you want me to have fun? You know how much I like pleasing you.” So, it might have been a little wicked, but I loved watching the struggle fly across his face. He’d come so far since he’d first begun to open up to me, and I loved every moment like this because I knew things could have gone in another direction entirely.
Bryan started to speak several times, opening and closing his mouth. Eventually, he nodded. “I want you to have fun.”
So sweet…almost innocent if he weren’t standing there naked and hard.
“You’re such a good boy.” I gave the head of his cock a stroke and let my hand fall away. Bryan’s body leaned toward me, but he didn’t beg. He was desperately trying to please me. “Lie down on the bed on your back.”
I had a lot of skin to play with and I was going to take my time.
Bryan made a needy little noise, anticipation and frustration clear as he walked over to the bed. As he climbed up, it was my turn to moan as his legs parted and his hole peeked out at me. Bryan looked over his shoulder, a sexy, teasing look at odds with the blush that was creeping up his face.
When he lay down, I could see the tension in his muscles as his desire continued to build. Sometimes all I had to do was keep the erotic thoughts running through his head, and his imagination would push him right to the edge.
I moved around to the end of the bed and crawled toward him. Bryan spread his legs, welcoming me, and I stretched out over him on all fours. “I don’t even know where to start.”
He made a needy little sound as I leaned down and kissed his neck. Nibbling on the sensitive skin, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked just enough to make him squirm. “Should I mark you? Show everyone how sexy I find my boy?”
He had no idea how to answer that. Even thinking about everyone knowing what I’d done made him nervous, but pleasing me was just part of who he was. I gave the barely pink spot a tender kiss before I started nibbling along his neck toward his shoulder. “No, I think I’m going to keep you all to myself. They don’t need to know how much you like it when I mark you.”
Bryan whined and shivered but kept his hands pressed against the bed. “Very good. I know how hard it is to stay still for me.”
I kissed along his shoulder and worked my way down his chest. Moving over him, I pressed him into the bed and licked one nipple. Bryan gasped, arching up to press his body against my lips even tighter. Biting down, I pulled at the sensitive bud as he shook.
Giving it a tender kiss as I released it, I looked up and smiled. “But I can mark these little nubs all I want and no one will see.”
Bryan moaned and his hands tightened around the comforter. Leaning closer again, I started sucking on the now tender nipple. Bryan squirmed, and pleading noises started pouring from him. Releasing the puffy nub, I switched to the other one to give it all the attention it was craving as well.
