12. Drake

Chapter twelve

Drake

T he next three days pass in a swirl of roller coasters, water slides, and delicious food. We spend every day exploring the various sections of the park, although Ash seems to gravitate toward the water parks more often then not. I'm pretty sure that boy would live in the water if it were possible.

On the first night, right before closing I tugged Ash into a huge memento store where we picked out a new Chibico stuffie to cuddle up with while on the trip. He insisted on leaving Nelly at home because he was afraid of losing her, but I know how much comfort he gets sleeping with a stuffie. Ash ended up loving a little creature similar to Nelly, only rather than a fox like creature, this Chibico reminded me of a wolf.

Our nights were spent mostly back at our hotel with Ash playing in his little space and me playing with my boy. Every night after playtime, we would take a bubble bath together, followed by dessert, and cuddling on bed with a movie, which usually led to us making love.

From an outsider's point of view, I might seem calm and collected, but the more time we spent together like this the more I start to panic. Am I being the Daddy he needs? Everything seems to good to be true. Can we really be in such a perfect relationship spent with playing, movies, and cuddles?

I keep telling myself we are on vacation, so of course the outside world filled with bills, chores and nagging family members aren't here to pop our bubble, but the more I start to fall in love with Ash Canosa, the more I wonder if I'm good enough. I love him so much, and love this new relationship we've started to form, but what if he leaves? Or wants to go back to being just friends. Could I survive that? I've never been in love with anyone else, and now I understand how someone's heart could actually break. Just thinking about it shoots a pang through my chest.

Yesterday, while on a bright green ride that took us through Chibio's forest, where statues and little mechanical robots that resembled various creatures that made the anime come to life, Ash gave me the most dazzling smile. His wavy hair fell into his face, and his dark brown eyes sparkled. His sweet infectious giggle vibrated through me when he named all the creatures and tried telling me where they came from.

If I didn't realize I was in love before, then this trip would have been the slap in the face that i needed.

"I can't wait for you to meet Daddy John! He's here with someone named Riley and a little I met in on the kinky cruise in June. He's so sweet. His name is Yuri."

I chuckle, fighting back my nerves of meeting the older man that took care of my boy last month. "Riley and Yuri. I might end up getting confused."

Ash laughs. "Don't worry, Daddy. I'll be here to point out the difference."

I tickle his sides. He laughs until he pulls aways, with a frown on his face.

"Um, I have a question," Ash says, lips still tipped downward. "Can I call John, ‘Daddy John'?"

"Do you want to call him Daddy John?"

Ash bobs his head. "I do. It's all I've ever called him. It would be weird for me to call him anything else. Kind of like calling your Uncle Spence just Spence."

I shudder. "Yeah, that would be weird."

Tuggling Ash to me, I plaster my body against his and tip his chin so he is forced to look in my eyes. "You can call him Daddy John, that's fine. But let me make one thing clear," I say in a commanding tone."

Ash sucks in a breath and he presses in closer. "What's that?"

"You're mine, baby boy." I smirk. "And I'm the only you can Daddy."

He licks his lips, dark brown eyes dropping to my mouth.

"Any other Daddy's are followed by their name. But me? I'm Daddy. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good." I seal our promise with a filthy possesive kiss. Ash returns the kiss with just as possessive and greedy as me.

We're meeting in a designated playroom that's privately closed off from the general public. Turns out one of the owners of Chibico World is, infact into age play. He's a little who has invited all kinds of Daddies and boys to join us in a special kink friendly room, located in the middle of the park. Daddy John secured us an invite.

The isn't like anything I expected. Honestly, I didn't know what to expect, but the place was huge, and reminded me of an arcade with a section of video games in one corner. There were several trampolines on one side and in the middle an big ball pit. All kinds of adults, male and female, were running around in onesies, pjs, and little's clothing.

Next to me Ash visibly relaxes when he takes in the other littles and their clothing. Ash is wearing a red Chibico shirt with a cute image of a Kippy on it. I paired it out for him and paired it with a soft pair of blue gym shorts and a baseball cap. When I look over at him I chuckle. He looks similar to Ash Ketchum from Pokémon. I didn't mean to dress him so similar to the character, but I'm not mad. My boy is so freaking cute.

A squeal comes from our right, and I see a little in a cute onesie rush to Ash's side. They both jump and giggle, throwing their arms around each other.

"Oh my gosh, Yuri, you're here!" Ash exclaims.

The boy—Yuri also has black hair but looks a little more outspoken compared than Ash. An older man approaches, holding hands with someone toeing the floor with a head tipped down, as if shy. The other little looks up, and I recognize him.

"Riley?"

Riley's head pops up, eyes widening. Riley is the co-owner and baker at Cinny Latte, my favorite cafe back home. I had no idea he was a little or into any kink.

"Oh." Riley waves. "Hi, Drake. Are you Ash's Daddy?" His voice is soft, softer than I've ever heard it. I get the feeling that Riley is in little space.

"Yes, I am." I offer Riley a sweet smile, hopefully showing him that I accept his little side. He's always been shy, but I get the impression he's even shier like this.

The older man bends down and whispers into Riley's ear. He giggles and whispers back peeking over at me. The man looks like he's in his late forties, and is handsome as hell. He's a classic image of what I thought a true Daddy should look like. He's tall and sturdy with salt and pepper hair, a thick beard, strong muscular arms, and a soft thick belly. The man is hot and looks like he should be on the back of a motorcycle or at a kink club with a boy bent over his knee. My eyes pop wide. This man took care of Ash? How would I even have a chance up against this guy?

"Hey there. You must be Drake." He holds out a big hand for me to shake. "I'm John."

I clasp his hand. "Yeah. Hi. It's nice to meet you."

His handshake is firm, almost too firm. A silent warning not to hurt Ash.

Over then next several minutes, the four of us chat and get to know each other before John and I settle onto a bench while the boys take off for the ball pit.

John stretches out a thick arm over the back of the bench. "You have a good one there." He points at Ash tossing a yellow plastic ball at Riley. Riley lights up under the attention before sinking deeper into the ball pit for coverage.

Yuri is tossing colorful balls up into the air and watching them rain back down. The three boys are happy in their little space.

"I do," I reply. "I love him."

John nods, a sad smile on his face as he watches the boys playing. Does he have feelings for Ash?

John taps his fingers against the back of the bench. "That's good. Does Ash know?"

That makes me pause. "I mean he knows I love him as a friend, but I haven't told him that I'm in love with him."

John nods again.

"Do you have feelings for my boy?"

"No, son," he replies, then proceeds to tell me about how he's in love with his best friend, finally had the guts to tell him a few days ago, only to get rejected and his heart broken.

My heart goes out to the man and by the end of his story, I have to fight back a wave of emotions, since it seems like John was just as close with his best friend as I am with Ash.

"Don't let him go, Drake. You both are all in, but it's up to you as the Daddy to reassure your boy that you're in it for the long hall."

When Ash reappears by my side thirty minutes later, I help into his shoes, and hug him tight, pressing a soft kiss to his head. Johns right. I need my boy to know just how much I love him.