by Maren Smith
He’d always said the room needed more color.
I didn’t mind the white walls and cabinets, but Loren had a thing for brighter colors. I pointed to the blank wall behind the table. “How about I put up an area just for your pictures?”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
“Absolutely.” Gesturing toward the wall, I smiled. “There’s a special paint you can put on the walls that makes them magnetic. How about we make it one big display space for your pictures?”
That way we could have as many up as he wanted, but they could come down easily if he wanted to hide them away from people. Not that we had many people over. We were both more natural homebodies and we’d only gotten more entrenched as our relationship had developed.
I’d worried a bit when we’d first moved in together that I was keeping him from hanging out with his friends. But outside of work and Dean, who he’d known for years, he really didn’t have many. It worked out well for us, though, because while I had a few buddies I met for drinks about once a month, I wouldn’t call them for anything personal.
“Yes.” His head whipped around and he stared up at the wall excitedly. “What about Dean?”
Since there didn’t seem to be any worry in his voice, I stayed casual. “That’s up to you. I don’t mind the idea of people we’re close to knowing. I think he would understand and I think that Sawyer from work would understand.”
“Daddy?” He leaned his elbows on the table, resting his head in his hands, just watching me curiously.
I knew it was probably some kind of “why” question, so I explained. “I asked him if I could tell you about this when we had lunch the other day. But something he recently shared with me is that he and one of his boyfriends is a pup.”
I got several long blinks from Loren before he sat up. “Like a puppy? With the tails?”
I’d seen a picture of one on his tablet the other day as he’d been not-so-subtly researching age play. “Yes. They’ve been in the lifestyle for several years and their third is their handler.”
“Oh.” I could see his brain whirling, but I wasn’t sure what he was thinking.
As he processed the idea that my work friend was a pup, he poked at his food and gave me a questioning smile. “All done?”
Knowing he was getting ready to hint about dessert, I smiled. “Yes, you can be all done, but we’re going to get you a bath first before we talk about dessert. You’re a mess.”
He giggled and wiggled his fingers at me where flecks of paint were still hiding, and I chuckled. “Oh yes, you need a good scrubbing.”
Loren scrunched up his face. “But ice cream, Daddy?”
As cute as he was like that, I shook my head. “Nope, clean first. But how about I make it a bubble bath and you can play for a little while before I scrub you?”
That had him watching me curiously. “Bubbles? And you get me clean?”
He was clearly starting to rethink the idea of getting a bath. “Yes, that’s what Daddies do.”
“Oh.” He nibbled on his lips and thought for a moment. “Yes, bath, please.”
I would have loved to have known what he was thinking, but I wasn’t going to take him out of the role to question him. He’d open up later when he was back to being my grown-up boyfriend. Of course, that could be while we were watching anime and eating ice cream, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Chapter Five
Loren
Daddy was going to give me a bath.
Gordon was always sweet in the shower. He’d wash my hair and do things like that even if we weren’t planning on fooling around. But I couldn’t remember ever getting a bath with him. Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d taken a bath.
And a bubble bath… I didn’t think I’d ever had one of those.
But he was also going to be cleaning me.
I had questions about how that would work… especially about specific reactions. But he was Daddy and everything I’d read said that would be his problem, not mine. Hmm, that wasn’t as strange an idea as I thought it might be.
I liked not having to make decisions.
I could flirt and tease and have fun and play and he’d figure everything else out.
Yeah, I could get used to being little.
Especially when it meant I didn’t have to do dishes and all I had to do was look cute and have fun while he did them. “Daddy. Daddy.”
He grinned as he put the last plate in the dishwasher. “What, baby?”
Oh, I was baby now.
“Bath time, now?” I gave him pleading eyes and wiggled. “Bubbles, now?”
Then ice cream.
Chuckling, Daddy nodded. “Yes, now we’ll get you a bath… because I’m still seeing tiny bits of paint all over you.”
He shook his head like it was ridiculous, but I thought it was great. I’d never had so much fun painting. He’d even known I was painting our backyard.
And he was going to put it up on the fridge.
Only my sketches and top grades had been allowed up when I was a kid and that wasn’t even on the refrigerator. They’d gone up on a small corkboard behind the door to make sure the kitchen stayed clutter free.
But Daddy thought it was good enough to make a whole wall of my pictures.
As he came back over and took my hands, pulling me up, I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug. “You really liked my picture?”
Daddy kissed my cheek and hugged me so tight I thought my head would pop. “Yes, baby boy. I loved your picture. Especially because the first picture you painted for me as my boy was of our house.”
I hadn’t even thought about that. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Hugging him back, I leaned my head against his chest and just relaxed into him. I loved how broad his chest was. Even before he’d gotten my heart, I’d loved curling up against him. He’d been the first hookup who’d stayed to cuddle and talk, without immediately rushing away.
Daddy ran his hand over my back, kissing my head. “Come on, baby. Bath time.”
Excitement rushed through me just imagining how much fun it could be. Then I had a thought. “Oh, Daddy, toys?”
Did I have any bath toys?
Daddy chuckled. “Let’s go see if we can find something.”
That was his I-have-a-secret laugh. “Toys?”
“We’ll see.” Daddy shrugged and tried to look cute, but his smile gave it away.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had bath toys. Grabbing his hand, I wiggled away and then started dragging him through the house. “Hurry, Daddy.”
He laughed and pulled me back into his arms, making me go slower. “The bubbles aren’t going anywhere.”
There was no way to know that.
They might disappear one day, so we had to hurry. “Show me, Daddy.”
Daddy finally gave up making me go slow and let me run through the house. He was laughing so hard as I burst into the bathroom, I wasn’t sure if he’d be able to find my toys.
I decided to help.
Collapsing on the floor by the sink, I dug into the cabinets and tried to find the toys.
None.
No bubble bath either.
“Daddy.” Popping out from under the sink, I saw him grinning in the doorway, holding a bag from Walmart. “Oh, Daddy.”
He’d bought me toys.
He walked in and set the bag by the tub, but shook his head when I tried to scurry over and grab it. “Let’s get you ready first, then you can see the toys.”
I wanted to beg, but the look on his face said it wouldn’t be a good idea. So I settled for a pout. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Stand up for me.” He reached down and took my hands, helping me up. “There we go.”
As he leaned over the tub and started turning the knobs, he pointed to the little room that had the toilet. “Go potty and come right back.”
I felt my face heat up, but I hurried to obey that command because I wasn’t sure what would happen i
f I didn’t. Some of the stories and blogs I’d read online had some interesting sections dedicated to that kind of thing. We’d never been particularly shy, but there were some things I’d always thought should be done in private.
Daddy just grinned as I hurried off. As I came back to the tub, he winked at me, but he didn’t specifically bring it up again. “Okay, let’s finish getting you ready.”
Bubbles were piling up on the water and I could see brightly colored toys hidden in the fluffy white mounds like presents waiting to be unwrapped. I was so excited I started stripping off my clothes before I even realized Daddy wanted to help.
Laughing, Daddy reached for my shirt. “Slow down, you’re going to get stuck again.”
Get stuck in a tight shirt one time and no one ever lets you forget it.
“Hurry, Daddy.” When my shirt had been tossed into the laundry basket, I stood mostly still while Daddy took off my pants and boxer briefs.
“All done.” There was nothing particularly sexy about his expression, but there was a tender smile that had me throwing my arms around him.
Thankfully, since my brain was focused on the toys and the bath, I didn’t have anything to worry about erection-wise as I let go of Daddy and he helped me into the tub. If he wasn’t seeing this as sexual, maybe there wouldn’t be anything to figure out.
As I sank down into the warm water and pile of bubbles, Daddy turned off the water and sat down beside the tub. The grown-up side of me might have found it odd if I thought about it, but I was having too much fun to worry about it.
“My boats.” Daddy had bought my boats.
He leaned over and gave my cheek a kiss before looking down at the first toy I’d found in the bubbles. “You did a great job on the boats in your game.”
“They count numbers.” Boats weren’t quite as much fun as Boris, but they were brightly colored and could speed around the water.
I wasn’t sure how long I played, but I found all five boats, zooming them around the water before the bubbles started to fade. When the water started to get chilly, Daddy reached for the soap. “Alright, let's get you cleaned up.”
I started to whine before I even thought about it. Holding up the red boat, I pouted. “But I’m not done. He needs to finish counting.”
Daddy grinned. “How high does he need to count?”
“Infinity.” Giggling, I shoved the smiley-faced boat back under the water so he could bounce up again. “It’s going to take ages.”
Laughing, Daddy started lathering up the washcloth. “I guess that means you don’t want to watch cartoons or get ice cream.”
“I forgot.” Dropping the boat, I shoved out my arms. “Hurry. Ice cream.”
Still laughing, Daddy started scrubbing my arms. “You are a bossy little boy.”
I nodded and giggled again. “Daddy said it’s important to have opinions.”
He snorted and laughed even harder. “Are you sure your Daddy said something that silly?”
“Yes. ’Cause Daddy isn’t a mind reader.” I’d heard that so many times I wasn’t ever going to forget. “Daddy loves me bestest when I have ’pinions.”
He was trying not to laugh again, which just made me giggle even more. Being able to turn his own words against him was so funny for some reason. He got me back, though, when he started scrubbing under my arms, making me laugh and wiggle.
Only stopping when the water started to slosh, by the time he was done teasing me I was breathless from his tickles. All the tickles were probably the reason lower parts of me started enjoying bath time so much. So it was really Daddy’s fault when I… reacted.
Arms, chest, back, and legs… Daddy took his time washing everything that wasn’t hidden by the last remaining bubbles… but there was only so long we could both ignore it. Finally, Daddy gave me a tender smile and kissed my nose. “Sit up so we can finish getting you all clean.”
Really?
But he was Daddy, so I was going to let him figure out what to do with it.
Kneeling up in the tub, I grabbed one of my boats and proceeded to ramble to it about anything I could think of while he decided what to do.
Daddy decided to wash it.
Smart Daddy.
But it tickled.
Giggling, I squirmed as he gently washed my erection and between my legs. We’d been naked with each other more times than I could count, but this felt more intimate somehow.
And silly.
I wasn’t sure how it could be both, but it was.
Some things about being little were so fascinating.
Daddy seemed to think so too because he was spending a lot of time scrubbing certain parts of me. I finally realized he was going to keep washing me until I said something, so I stopped my rambling conversation with the boat, whose name was Marty.
Holding up Marty, I smiled. “He likes bath time.”
Daddy nodded, still looking relaxed and happy. “That’s good. Are you enjoying bath time?”
“Yes.” But I wiggled again and giggled as he slowly stroked between my legs.
That had his smile turning into a teasing grin. “I can tell.”
I couldn’t help giggling again, but I could feel my face heating up. “Daddy?”
I wasn’t sure what to do or say.
What were the rules with this?
I’d hoped that there would be a specific way to be Little but there wasn’t. The more I’d researched, the more I’d realized there were a lot of ways to be Little. It was frustrating. I liked rules and how I was supposed to behave in new situations. The rules were too flexible with this for me to guess what to do.
Daddy gave me a tender look again and kissed my forehead. “There’s nothing to worry about. I like making you happy.”
“I got a stiffy.” I shrugged and kept looking at him, waiting for him to tell me what to do.
“Yes, happy boys get stiffies.” He dropped the washcloth in the water and stroked his fingers over my erection. “It shows they like their Daddy’s touch, but little boys don’t get to play with their stiffies. Do you understand?”
Oh, that was interesting.
“Yes, Daddy… Only Daddies touch stiffies?” I was trying not to wiggle anymore, but he was making it impossible to stay still. Just the ideas he was putting into my head were… thought-provoking.
“That’s right.” He slowly ran his hand down to caress over my balls and then lower to make me whine. “Only Daddies get to touch the place that makes Little boys giggle naughtily.”
Nodding, I let out a breathless sigh as he kept up the gentle touch. “I won’t touch my naughty-giggle places, Daddy.”
He chuckled as he pulled his hand away. “That’s my good boy. Now let's get you dressed so you can watch TV before bed.”
I wanted to complain that it was too early to go to bed, but just thinking about it made me yawn. “Yes, Daddy.”
I’d whine when it wasn’t so obvious that I was getting tired… and after I got ice cream. One of the big things I learned online was that Daddies got to punish you if you whined too much, and I wasn’t going to do anything to lose my dessert.
Chapter Six
Gordon
He was bouncing in and out of being truly Little, but I loved seeing the different sides of his personality coming out so freely. When he was playing and dunking the boats as he talked with them about everything from how they liked the math game to general silliness, he was so lost in the play I knew he was at his most Little. But when he talked to me, he faded in and out of that side of his personality without ever being truly grown up.
He was fascinating and just so cute I had to keep kissing his cheek and forehead. Thankfully, he liked all the attention and it wasn’t driving him crazy. No, in fact, the more I cuddled and kissed him, the bigger he smiled and the more he squirmed excitedly.
As I dried off my wiggly boy, I smiled as he chattered about cartoons and ice cream. With the acknowledgment of his erection—or his stiffy, as he’d called it while giggl
ing—the last of his worries seemed to fade away.
“And sprinkles, right?” His last question was snuck in so sweetly, I almost agreed to it automatically.
I barked out a laugh. “Naughty boy, don’t trick Daddy.”
He grinned mischievously as I wrapped the towel around him. “But I’ve been very good.”
Snorting, I tried not to encourage him, but it was too difficult. “We’ll see, baby.”
That just had more giggles escaping as he inched closer and tucked himself against me. “You’re the best Daddy ever.”
I knew when I was being manipulated, but he was doing it so cutely, I played along. Kissing his head, I hugged him tight. “Well, in that case, you definitely deserve sprinkles.”
More giggles came from him as he pressed his face against my shoulder. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He was definitely enjoying not having to be a grown-up. This giggly side that told terrible jokes to inanimate objects like boats with faces and laughed hysterically usually only came out when he was drunk as a skunk. That was one of the reasons that when we’d met, he’d had a strict no drinking on hookups or dates policy.
I’d thought it was because he was being cautious, but I’d figured out the error of that assumption the first time he’d felt safe enough around me to overindulge. That had been a night to remember and one that had come rushing back to me as I’d started to roll the idea of him being Little around in my head.
“Come on, my little con artist.” That had more giggles coming out of him. He clearly knew I wasn’t taking offense at the manipulation, so he was free to thoroughly enjoy himself.
Leading him into the bedroom, I helped him hop up on the bed. He was wrapped in the towel, just swinging his feet, grinning. He looked so stinking cute I had to stop for a moment to make sure the image stuck in my head.
“Jammies, Daddy?” The teasing had pushed him back into full Little mode.
The bright happy face that was watching me excitedly didn’t have any of the distractions or worries in it that I usually saw in Loren. His brain always went so fast that he had a thousand things spinning in it at any one moment. This was just Loren having fun with his Daddy.
