by Marie, Carly
The binkie paired with Spencer's words was enough to keep my thoughts from racing as much as they had been. I hummed in agreement instead of pushing it out of my mouth. Spencer understood and reached for the next box.
The pile of boxes and packages slowly dwindled, but the pile of stuff on the coffee table and floor had grown considerably and now included everything from toys to a cotton play outfit covered in brightly colored dragons, to a bottle, sippy cup, and place setting. My embarrassment and surprise had slowly settled, and now that he was reaching for the last package, I was just excited to get to play when we were done. He'd seemingly thought of everything.
For his part, Spencer had been confident from the minute he'd reached for the first package until this very last box, when he suddenly looked unsure of himself. "What's that?" I asked, plucking the binkie from my mouth to speak clearly.
Spencer turned the box over in his hands a few times. "It's actually the only box that I know what is inside. I bought this on a whim, and I really don't know if you're going to like it or not." He was nervous, more nervous than he'd been when we'd walked into DASH and he’d discovered it was a playdate for littles.
His reservations had an odd mix of emotions rushing through me, trying to tug me out of the headspace I'd found over the last hour. What could possibly have him so worried? The box wasn't anywhere near big enough to be diapers. My research over the last few weeks had gone that far, and I wasn't sure I was ready for them.
I almost laughed at the thought. I wasn't ready for them yet, but that definitely didn't mean I wouldn't be at some point. Actually, it probably wouldn't have taken much encouragement for me to try them, but I wasn't going to admit that out loud.
At first I didn't know what to do about Spencer's sudden bout of nerves, and my mind started to race with possibilities. "Is it a cock cage?"
The box slipped from his fingers and rolled across the floor. "What? No! No, it's not a cock cage! What the hell, Gray?"
I sighed in relief. "Good, because that's a definite red for me. But really, I think that's the only thing that's a no-go for me." My dick liked freedom to move around. I wasn't about to let someone—even my Daddy—lock it up.
Spencer let out a nervous laugh. "Okay, no cock cages. Got it."
Knowing that whatever the item in the box was wasn't a cock cage, my confidence grew. "Can I open it?" I asked, pointing toward the box.
Spencer's voice cracked. "You want to?"
I nodded. I needed to know what had my husband so nervous.
He took a moment, clearly weighing the pros and cons of the options, then nodded slowly. "If you want to open it, you may."
I didn't wait for him to change his mind and wiggled my fingers at the box, silently asking for it. In my excitement, I managed to slip off the couch. I found myself on the floor with my dragon blanket around my shoulders, holding the box out to Spencer to cut it open. He had already taken the box from me before my brain processed what a childlike position I'd ended up in.
Spencer's smile didn't hide the worry in his eyes, but he was trying hard to mask it as he cut the tape for me. "There," he said, his forced enthusiasm coming out flat.
Even a look at the shipping label told me nothing about the contents of the box or why he was worried. I had no idea what to expect when I pushed my hand into the box, but something large, flat, and sponge-like hadn't been it. My eyebrows turned downward and I pursed my lips in confusion as I wrapped my fingers around the item to free it from the box. Holding it up, I was even more confused.
At least I understood the spongy feel of the item. It was neoprene, and as I stretched it out I noticed it looked similar to Logan's puppy hood, but it was different at the same time. It had a slightly rounder snout instead of the harder angles of Curious's hood, and it was almost completely black with a few purple accents and things on the head that sparkled a little and looked like… I studied them closer. They looked a lot like… "Frills! Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! It's a dragon!" I nearly screamed the word as my legs flapped up and down. "I get to be a dragon! Can I put it on? Can I text Logan? I need to text Logan—he's going to be so excited! Can I put it on so you can take a picture? Then I can text the picture to Logan to show him! Please?" The words were tumbling out of my mouth so fast, even I knew I was rambling.
Spencer looked somewhere between pleased and utterly shocked at my reaction. "One thing at a time. I take it you like it."
I didn't know if it was a question or not, but I hugged the hood to my body and nodded my head so hard my neck began to hurt. "It's the bestest! I want to put it on. Like, really want to put it on. Please?" There was something about the hood that made my fears and reservations seem not so daunting.
Spencer's smile was genuine as all the tension in his shoulders left. "I think we can do that."
I sprang forward with so much enthusiasm I surprised even myself as I thrust the hood toward him. "I'm gonna be a dragon!" There was absolutely no way to hide my excitement at that point.
"The cutest dragon," Spencer said, and the sincerity in his voice was touching. He meant the words with every fiber of his being, and all I could do was push my head toward him and smile.
Thinking that my concerns and uncertainty had dissipated when I’d thought about getting to be a dragon was nothing compared to the feeling I got as he placed the hood over my head. For a brief second, everything went dark, but as the hood settled over my face and head, the room came back into focus. I twisted my head around and felt the frills flop back, the sensation causing me to laugh.
Spencer chuckled. "You are adorable in that."
I shook my head back and forth even harder, just to feel the frills move, and Spencer's laughter increased. "I'm honestly relieved that you like it. I didn't know what you’d think. It was definitely an impulse buy."
He'd been nervous, but he'd taken a leap and spoiled me. And now I was going to get to be a dragon. Words wanted to bubble out of me again, but they were caught behind a lump in my throat that threatened to turn into a sob if I tried to speak. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his legs and squeezed them in a hug.
Spencer's hand on the back of my head was what finally grounded me enough to look up at him. "Thank you," I said, my voice cracking as I spoke. When my eyes met Spencer's, I knew I couldn't keep the tears at bay any longer and they began to spill down my cheeks, the neoprene absorbing them just as quickly.
"Aw, baby, what's wrong?"
Spencer had fallen into the role of Daddy so easily that I couldn't help but wonder if it had been part of us all along. Was it possible that it had always been there, just under the surface? And while I'd spent the last few months agonizing over it, it had been an inevitable path for us to take. I needed to learn to trust both my gut and my husband more. He'd never given me a reason to think he wouldn't be okay with whatever I threw at him, but my mind definitely had gotten in the way when it came to discovering age play.
Spencer had taken everything in stride, though. He'd gotten me things I'd like and the most awesome dragon hood ever. And now he was kneeling in front of me, regarding me like I was a fragile piece of china that could shatter at any moment. I didn't have the words I needed, but I threw my arms around him and buried my face into his shoulder.
Capable arms wrapped around my back and he held me for a long time, allowing me to cry out emotions I hadn't realized I'd been carrying with me. "Care to talk about it?" he asked when my tears had dried up and I was simply leaning against him.
I smiled, though I didn't know if he'd be able to see it. It took me a few attempts to get the words and thoughts right in my head, but I eventually nodded. "Yeah. I just realized how right this feels and how it doesn't feel awkward right now, despite thinking it would."
He gave me another squeeze and pulled back enough to look me in the eyes. "I think I understand why it was so hard for you to bring age play up in the first place. But neither of us is going to hide things from one another again, right?"
That was
a very stern look he'd just given me, and my head bobbed up and down at first, then I paused and shook my head. Was that a yes or no question? Not being able to decide, I worked to get words out. "No more hiding."
"Good boy." The love and affection in Spencer's voice had emotions welling up inside me once again. "Now, let's get a picture of my cute dragon to show Logan."
My whole body vibrated in anticipation as Spencer went to grab my phone from the kitchen counter and snapped a few pictures of me, which I immediately sent to Logan, Caleb, and Aiden.
As soon as the picture was sent off, my phone began pinging with texts, and I felt Spencer kiss the top of my head. "I'm going to go get stuff ready for the evening. Have fun talking to your friends."
I nodded as I focused on my phone screen.
Logan: Wait. Where'd that come from? Is that you?
Me: Spencer bought it for me!
Caleb: You've got the best Daddy.
I read the last line a number of times, my head turning to look for Spencer, and from my position, I could just see his profile at the sink. He was washing the bottle and sippy cup he'd bought me. He must have felt my gaze on him because he looked up from where he was working and smiled. "You okay, baby?"
I grinned. "Yes." I almost left it at that, but a second later added "Daddy" to the end to test it out. It felt nice, and the grin Spencer gave me made it feel even better.
Me: I do. He bought me all sorts of stuff.
Aiden: Yeah, like what? Trent said we couldn't pry but you brought it up, so….
I blushed at the question. I suspected I was going to need to get used to invasive questions with these guys in my life. Now that we'd shared this part of ourselves with each other, I knew there was no getting away from them. Personally, I was thankful I had them. I couldn't imagine trying to figure out the craziness in my head without those three. What made it even better was that Spencer had other Daddies to help him figure things out too.
Me: Play clothes, and cute undies, and some toys. Oh, and a bottle and another pacifier.
Aiden: You still have mine, right? Daddy said he told your Daddy to keep it.
I didn't know Trent had told Spencer to keep it, but it wasn't like we'd had much time to talk since they left.
Me: Uh huh, I have three now! Daddy got me one that's sparkly and has a dragon on it!
I reread the text and smiled. I'd easily called Spencer Daddy, just like Aiden and Caleb called their boyfriends Daddy.
Caleb: I can't wait to get you and Curious together for a playdate. He needs someone like you around. Hey, are you going to have a dragon name?
Me: Uh, I don't know.
Logan: His Daddy will help him with that. I chose my own name, but that's because Trent and I weren't together at the time. He probably would have helped me had I asked, but that felt weird to me back then. I was trying to get over my crush on him… sorry, I'm making this about me. But Spencer will help you with a name. That's a thing Daddies and Doms do.
For some reason, that took the stress off me.
Me: I don't have a name yet. I like the idea of Daddy helping me choose one, though.
Aiden: That's what Daddies are for!
"Come on, baby, let's go get you in more comfortable clothes for the afternoon."
I looked down at my outfit. My jeans and sweater weren't uncomfortable and they were keeping me warm. "It's cold."
Spencer just gave me a fond smile. "I think I have some clothes that will keep you warm."
Me: Gotta go. Daddy wants to get me ready for the afternoon.
My phone buzzed a number of times, but I ignored the responses as I let Spencer wrap his fingers around my hand. "Upstairs, baby. We'll get you warm, then you can play for a while."
I was curious what playtime was going to be like, but part of me knew that Spencer—Daddy—was in charge. I smiled because I liked the idea of Daddy being in charge of making the decisions. During a normal week, I was the planner, the person who got everyone where they needed to be, when they needed to be there. I made doctor's appointments and juggled after-school activities with my own work. And I loved it. I loved my kids, I loved Spencer, I loved being there for all them.
But this? This was perfect.
Spencer was taking care of decisions for me, and I hadn't realized how badly I'd needed it.
My fingers wrapped around his as I followed him up the steps and into our room. Folded on the bed was the outfit he planned on putting me in. It looked warm, so maybe I wouldn't mind losing my sweater and jeans… as long as my feet were covered.
"Come here, cutie." The way he'd begun to talk to me had changed over the course of the afternoon. I’d always been Gray, or Grayson if I was being a handful, but now I was baby and cutie, and come to think of it, he'd left me to talk with my friends, not text with the guys like he'd normally say. It was subtle, but it was there. "Let's get you ready to go play with your toys."
"Stuffies?" I asked, thinking about the rest of the pile of stuffed animals in my office. I had no idea where the question had come from, but now that it was out there, I wanted my animals.
"Stuffies, yes." He reached for my sweater and pulled it over my head, no easy task with the dragon hood still on. Logically, I knew I could tell him to take the hood off me, but I didn't want to. I'd deal with the awkwardness of trying to remove my hooded head from the sweater. Thankfully, Spencer hadn't pushed me to take the hood off.
He was even more patient as he peeled my undershirt off; it was fitted and even more difficult to work over the hood. Eventually, I was naked from the waist up and shivered as the air in the bedroom hit my heated skin.
"I already bumped the heat up. It'll get warmer here in a few minutes, but we'll get you warm before then. Promise."
With no reason not to trust him, I simply nodded my head and watched as his fingers reached for the button on my jeans. Deft as always, Spencer's fingers popped the button and worked the zipper down in what felt like a singular motion. He didn't waste time, pulling my tiny briefs down with my pants, and in seconds I was stepping out of both.
The room no longer felt cold as his gray eyes raked over my body. I could see the erection pressing against his jeans and only then realized he'd changed at some point while I'd been chatting with Logan, Aiden, and Caleb. If he was turned on from undressing me to put me into play clothes, I wasn't going to allow myself to be embarrassed for sporting well more than a half chub while standing completely naked in front of him.
He didn't hesitate as he reached under the pile of clothes and pulled out a pair of the training pants we'd opened earlier. An hour ago, it had been awkward seeing the brightly patterned terry cloth briefs in his hands. Now that I was seeing my Daddy more than my husband it didn't feel as strange, and I was more than a little curious as to how they'd feel on.
Daddy knelt in front of me, allowing me to use his shoulders for support as I stepped into the briefs, then slowly stood as he worked them up my legs. By the time they were covering my ass and the waistband was resting against my stomach, he had to reach in to adjust my full dick to a more comfortable position. All the years of us jokingly discussing the way we preferred to point in our underwear had come in handy as he adjusted me just right.
My fingers felt twitchy. I wished I had a stuffed animal to hold to keep them busy, since I knew that grabbing Daddy and thrusting against him until we both came was out of the question. Then he stepped back to grab the rest of the clothes, and the empty space had the cold air rushing over my skin, making me shiver. Without conscious thought, my thumb went to my mouth and I only realized it was there when my fist pressed against my snout. The blush I felt creep up my neck faded quickly when Daddy looked over and smiled at me, never once looking surprised or bothered.
"I'm glad you always have something handy," he said, nothing but tenderness filling his voice, though he did chuckle at his unintended joke.
I started to pull my thumb from my mouth, slightly embarrassed I'd let it slip in, but his hand rest
ed on my fist to stop me. "I've told you it's okay. I'm glad you have that. Not everyone has something so convenient to help them relax." Unable to come up with a reason he was wrong, I closed my mouth around my thumb and watched as he reached for the shirt that was folded at the foot of the bed. When he pulled it up, it unfolded to be a one-piece pajama set with feet attached.
No cold toes here because Daddy had thought of everything.
He crouched back down and helped guide each of my feet into the openings before working the material up my body. I liked this attention, liked feeling like I was the center of his world. I liked being Daddy's boy—or was that Daddy's dragon? A warmth pooled in my stomach. It didn't matter which, I liked this.
The soft material covered my body and he worked my free hand in first. "Baby, I need your other hand," he said, humor lacing his voice when he finally accepted I wasn't giving my thumb up, even for the pajamas.
Reluctantly, I removed my thumb and fed my arm through the sleeve, popping my thumb back in once my arm was free. It wasn't until he'd finally zipped it shut that I really looked at the print.
Little rainbow dinosaurs dotted the material, all appearing to happily bounce from spot to spot. The smile that spread behind my thumb was genuine. "I love it."
Chapter Eleven
Spencer
Gray, my husband, had been replaced by Gray, my boy. I'd watched him teeter somewhere at the edge of adult Gray and little Gray for most of the afternoon, but there was no question that the adult world had finally slipped away.
A few times I'd been pretty sure he'd finally found his little space, only to have him pulled right back to being my husband a few minutes later. But with his thumb in his mouth and the adorable dinosaur sleeper on, Gray had surrendered.
Even though I couldn't see his mouth, I could see in his eyes how happy he was. The little lines that formed at the corners, the sparkle that always appeared in his eyes when he genuinely smiled.
