8. Ethan

Chapter 8

Ethan

Sliding into bed beside Brayden was one thing. But when he curled into me and basically crawled on top of my chest with a leg snaked between mine, I knew I was in trouble. I’d let myself daydream about the boy for the past week, and full-on obsess about him since I tucked him into bed last night.

And now that I’d touched his lips, diapered his bare bottom—not only glimpsed but felt his hard cock in my hand—I wanted more. I wanted all of it.

His thumb migrated into his mouth, and he sucked on and off as he slept, plastered to my body and keeping me in place. When he started sucking and a warmth covered my thigh, I knew he’d wet. But he was quickly asleep again, and I only had my own hard dick to entertain myself with until he woke up.

My fingers teased my balls and the base of cock, but I couldn’t do anything more without disturbing the sleepyhead in my arms, so I eventually dozed off too.

We didn’t sleep for more than an hour before the sucking started up again, and Brayden was squirming all over me.

“Hey, sweet boy.” I rubbed my fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face. “Did you sleep well?”

His eyes were wide, and he nodded.

I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Let’s get you changed so we can have a snack.”

“Okay.” He slowly slipped off me but didn’t move from the center of the mattress. Brayden watched me get out of the bed and head straight to his dresser.

I opened the drawer with his Little clothes and considered the options. “A fresh diaper and a onesie or shorts?” Then I turned to look at Brayden.

“No clothes.”

I grinned and held up the diaper. “Just a diaper?”

He nodded and kept his eyes locked on me.

I went into the bathroom for a warm washcloth then came back to his bed. “Alright, baby. Let’s get you ready for more playing.”

Brayden let his legs fall open and lifted his hips so I could easily slip off his pajama bottoms, and then I carefully removed the wet diaper. I carefully cleaned him up and put on a fresh diaper before pulling him up to a seated position so I could take off his shirt. “Are you sure you’re not gonna be too cold?”

“Not cold.” He bounced on the mattress. “Snack time.”

I took a step back and watched Brayden slide off the bed and crawl to the kitchen. When we got there, I lifted him onto a chair and scooted him in nice and snug. “Want to color while I make some lunch?”

“Mac and cheese, please!” And then he pointed to a box on the corner of the counter. “Colors!”

The box was full of crayons and coloring books, so I placed it in front of Brayden and made myself at home in his kitchen. It was surprisingly well stocked with easy-to-prepare meals and plenty of boxes of mac and cheese.

I got the water boiling and then went to check on Brayden. “What are you coloring?”

“Daddy bear and baby bear.” He showed me the page he was working on. It was a big bear and a little bear fishing in a stream.

“Fishing looks like fun.” I placed my hand on the back of his neck, and Brayden leaned into me. “Do you like fishing?”

“Eww, no.” He did a little shimmy and grabbed a green crayon to fill in the fish. “Yucky!”

“Okay, I guess they’re kinda yucky.” The water came to a boil, so I bent down and kissed the top of his head. “Would you like something to drink? Maybe juice or water?”

“Water, Daddy.” He didn’t look up, but I could feel his gaze on me when I turned to his cabinet and reached inside.

I chose a Barney sippy cup and filled it with cold water from the fridge. “Water was a good choice, sweet boy. I’m proud of you.”

“Barney!” He reached for the cup with both hands and took a long pull from the spout. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Every time he called me Daddy, the walls around my heart seemed to thin, and I just wanted to pull him into my arms. I went back to the stove and finished cooking, giving us both some breathing room. I briefly considered adding some frozen vegetables to the noodles, but it was only our second meal together and I didn’t want to get too fussy with him.

We’d have plenty of time for rules and boundaries and limits later.

Right now, I just wanted to have a great day with my sweet boy. And he was my boy. Whether he knew it or not, he was already under my skin, and I had no intention of letting him go.

I picked a bowl that matched his cup and then served Brayden his mac and cheese. I took a few bites from the pan, but I wasn’t really hungry. I was more interested in watching him drop stray noodles from his spoon and pick them off his tummy to eat them.

He was so fucking adorable. I loved it. Every bit of it. Every bit of him.