12. Elias

Chapter 12

Elias

He was being adorably manipulative, but I wished it hadn't taken me so long to figure out he was worried that we couldn't sink our boats together in the tub.

Admittedly, it wasn't something I realized could be a stressor for him, but I was starting to catch on…and I was also starting to realize that his solution for distracting his Daddy was to look cute and give me kisses.

It wasn't subtle but it was funny.

Especially since all it had taken was a couple of kisses and a nuzzle against my chest to distract himself. "You smell better than the bubbles, Daddy. I forgot that."

Managing not to chuckle, I kissed his head and wrapped one leg around his to keep him from bobbing away from me. The combination of a deep tub and relaxed little made it feel like he was ready to slide off me at any second.

"Do you remember how good Daddy tastes?" His happy sound said he did indeed. "Give Daddy kisses then."

It'd been long enough since his too-small dinner and there was no way he was still full.

"It's…it's okay?" Rolling over just enough that he could lick my nipple, he gave a faint giggle as milk beaded on the tip. "I don't…I wasn't…"

Whatever he was worried about was hard to keep in his mind, but I thought I could cover most of it with very practical answers.

"I like being able to take care of you and you are a much better way to make me feel good. I don't like the machine pumps and I've been thinking about you all afternoon." I'd manually expressed enough not to leak, but it hadn't been comfortable.

"I can take care of you." Looking at it that way seemed to chase away the last of Milo's fears and he giggled as he wiggled around to find the right position. "I'm going to make you feel good, Daddy."

Yes, he was.

The moan he got from me as he wrapped his lips around my nipple had him doing a happy dance, bobbing around in the water until I pinned him against me better. That had him giggling again but he quickly went back to focusing on getting his snack.

It would've been easier to ignore how good it felt if we'd been wearing clothes or if we hadn't been rubbing together in the water, but everything was coming together to make it perfect for our boats. His fingers were even softly petting my chest as he gave happy hums between each suck.

He was distracted by filling his tummy for a few minutes as we cuddled and he edged me without realizing it, but by the time he'd drained one side of my chest, he'd remembered our plan to sink the boats.

So as he switched from one side to the other and I sank lower in the tub to give him a better angle, he shifted so he was draped down the front of my body. His face was probably still too close to the water but he loved the new angle…well, based on how he moaned around my nipple, he loved it.

I gave a strangled chuckle and rocked my hips up to stroke my erection against his stomach. "If you drown, we won't ever have cuddle time in the bathtub again."

Milo giggled but his only actual response was to nibble on me before he went back to sucking. My cheeky little was feeling very confident and pleased with the turn our cuddling had taken. He let out more happy sounds and sucked in long tugs that went right to my dick.

As Milo had said earlier, it was coming out to say hello and my boy loved to chat. So he sucked and rocked, wiggling against me as I petted his back and held him as steady as I could. "That's my good boy. Saying hello so nicely."

That got another giggle out of him but he humped my legs faster and seemed to enjoy the silliness. "Your boat is saying hello too."

It was ridiculous but he snorted around my chest and shook with silent laughter as he went back to suckling.

"That feels so good." I couldn't reach as much of his body as I wanted, but I stroked his back and reached down to knead his ass as I encouraged him to keep rocking against me.

We weren't in any rush but I knew it could only last so long. We were both too close, so I wasn't surprised when, as the pressure in my chest eased, his hips started going faster. The sexy sounds he was making got more desperate as his sucking slowed down, and before long I felt shivers racing through him.

When it felt like he was right on the edge, I pulled him harder against me and pushed us both over the edge. Milo's lips finally released me as he cried out, shaking and bucking harder as he rode out his orgasm.

As we both came down from the high, he yawned and went boneless against me. "No, baby. You're not going to take a nap in dirty water."

Barely pausing between his yawn and the nap I knew was just a few deep breaths away, he sighed. "Bubbles…bubbles are clean, Daddy."

He seemed to think the topic was settled, but I was calling bullshit. "I'm not washing you with cum bubbles."

Just no.

Milo let out the quietest giggle but barely moved. "I'll…I'll…yeah…"

Fuck.

"I have another surprise to show you. Come on. Out of the tub." Scrubs before rubs. I was going to remember that going forward, but it wouldn't help me at the moment. "I have a surprise for you."

The second tease finally had him lifting his head up and peeking his eyes open like his lids weighed a thousand pounds. "I like surprises too."

That seemed to be connected to the I like bubbles comments from earlier, so I nodded and kept going. "I'm glad. I hope you like what I got you."

I hadn't been planning on showing him them yet because it seemed like jumping the gun, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"I will." Worrying about my feelings seemed to give him the energy to sit up. "I like your surprises."

With his nap getting further out of reach, I focused on getting him up and dry before he changed his mind about the whole moving for a reward thing. I actually managed to get him dried off before he realized we'd left the bubbles behind, but I was prepared for a pout.

"I can't wait to show you my surprise." Kissing his nose as I wrapped the towel around him, I barely took time to wrap one around my own waist before I moved us away from the tempting tub. "It's on the bed. Did you see it when we came in?"

"No." Milo cocked his head like the question was confusing, but he was tired enough that I'd have been surprised if he'd even noticed the bed, much less the stack of goodies.

"Let's go see what I have for you." The best thing about having money was the ability to get anything delivered at any time of day. "Just a few steps."

"I think…" He paused and looked around the room like he'd never seen it before. "I think I'm tired."

Oh yeah.

"Then I'm going to get you comfy and you can relax." I wasn't sure if he knew he was exhausted but he was well past tired. "You already told me what time you have to get up tomorrow, so you're done thinking. Everything else is up to Daddy."

My day wasn't done yet but he'd worked harder, so it wasn't a problem.

"I think…there was something…oh." Milo was worried about something but his thoughts stopped midstream when we got to the bed after taking a thousand tiny steps. "That's…"

My exhausted boy.

Reminding myself that the best thing I could do was to make sure he got a good night's sleep, I kissed his head. "Yes, that's new jammies and diapers and wipes."

Lots and lots of wipes.

Milo tipped into me and smiled. "You're so silly, Daddy. You got me…you got me jammies and…and diapers."

"I thought the blocks on the diapers were cute but we can pick out more patterns. There are lots." There were more than I'd expected, so I'd stuck with something simple.

"I…and I…" Milo yawned again and his lids seemed to get even heavier. "If I…using my…blocks…"

Oh.

"I'm fine either way. You can use it or it can be just for fun." After seeing all the different patterns, I was starting to understand why some of the Daddies online had made them sound more like a fashion accessory than something they were using for practical purposes.

"Okay." Milo wasn't awake enough to worry about it and clearly took my answer at face value. "I'm gonna be cute, Daddy."

And that meant Dally would be filled in first thing too.

I was really going to have to work to keep Victor competitive with Dally.

"Let's see how cute." Helping him hop up on the bed, I laughed when he just flopped back and closed his eyes. "Daddy's doing the work, huh?"

He might've laughed but it was an odd sound that was cut off by another yawn.

Someone needed more sleep.

"I'm…" He peeked his eyes open, but whatever he was going to say was lost as I picked up the diaper and he got distracted. "Blocks."

"That's right. Bottom up. Let's put your blocks on." Milo was delightfully uncoordinated but he managed to help make the process slightly easier than if I were doing it myself. "There we go."

Little bit of the lotion I was given.

Diaper up through the legs.

Tapes in place.

"You look wonderful." Leaning over him, I kissed his nose and gave his diaper a pat as I straightened. "Jammie time."

"Cute…I'm so…fancy diapers are cute. I'm going to…" His words trailed off again as I held up coordinating jammies in the same bright red color that matched the blocks on the diaper. "Very cute."

And getting more and more tired by the second.

"That's right." The jammies were much more difficult than the diaper, and I made a vow that he was going to be getting to bed earlier going forward, but eventually we got him dressed. "You're the cutest boy ever."

Even if it had been a workout.

His smile said he liked the compliment but his words were gone as his mouth stretched open again. "I…"

"You are going to climb up in the bed and close your eyes." Helping him shift around made things move faster, but he was out before his head hit the pillow. "And he's down for the count."

But a Daddy's job was never done.

"Laundry. Zipper. Lunch for him that doesn't involve just a sandwich. Plug in his phone." There had to be other things I was forgetting, but for a first-time Daddy and caregiver, I thought by the time I went to bed I was doing pretty good.

Well, I was doing good until he started talking in his sleep.

Being woken up from a dead sleep by Milo mumbling to himself was an interesting experience. "Peas…yes. That's. But mac and cheese. Yes."

He was hungry?

It probably took me entirely too long to figure out what was going on, but by the time I could see him moving in the darkness and he started to sit up, my brain had connected the dots. "Shh…come here."

He didn't seem like he could hear me at all but he didn't fight me when I pulled him closer. "I have a drink for you."

"Milk." Milo was blinking at me funny but let me ease him back down to the bed again. "Hungry."

"I can fix that, baby." As he settled against me, I pushed the band down and moved him to my chest. I usually wore it to bed to make sure I wouldn't leak on the mattress, but as Milo wrapped his lips around my nipple and closed his eyes, I realized that might have to change.

He definitely wasn't awake, but he settled in and quickly drained one side before I repositioned him on the other nipple. He'd been hungry all right, but it made me question if he was eating enough. Had he just been dreaming about food?

As good as it felt to cuddle against him and to feel him nursing, I must've gone back to sleep too because the alarm going off was the next thing that hit me.

It wasn't until I reached out to turn off the alarm that I realized I was on my back and Milo was stretched out over me, trapping me against the bed. "Wake up, baby."

Grumbling, Milo pouted and shook his head, looking slightly more awake but not happy about it. "No."

"Yes." Chuckling, I kissed his head and shifted him over just enough for his lips to find a nice distraction.

He made a low hum as he nuzzled against me and wrapped his lips around my nipple. Usually, I woke up aching and uncomfortable, but after feeding Milo in the middle of the night, I felt amazing. There was no tension and the immediate feeling of frustration wasn't there either. The only thing I could feel was the warmth from the letdown and the incredible sensations I only got from Milo.

He seemed to be almost hypnotized as he drank for several minutes, but I could feel the point when Milo's brain started to wake up. Something about the way he was sucking changed and his hands came up to pet my chest, barely stroking his fingers against me. "Good boy."

We didn't have time for milk and grown-up play because I had to get him and his clothes back to his house before work, but he rocked against me as he got his wake-up snack and his body came to life. "I like waking up with you."

Making that clear right off the bat, even if I was the pain in the ass who'd just shown up at his work last night, seemed like a good idea. I didn't want there to be any questions in his head about if he was wanted or if he was intruding. Milo hadn't seemed to be the second-guessing worrier type, but he was waking up in my bed in a diaper, so I didn't want to start any stressful habits.

"I liked taking care of you last night and I'm very glad you agreed to come home with me." His quiet giggle made me smile. "I was very subtle, I know, but I appreciate you reading the room and understanding that under my hints, I wanted to be with you again."

And I got more giggles.

"I'm not always clear, but you were amazing at looking at my signs and realizing what would make me feel special." He thought my dryly delivered ridiculousness was hilarious and I made a mental note to make my attempts at humor before his brain fully woke up for the day.

"You even volunteered to come home with me so I didn't have to ask." That seemed to be what broke him because he started shaking with barely suppressed laughter but he couldn't do three things at once.

Drinking, holding back laughter, and holding his bladder were just too much and he lost all three. I only knew about the last one, though, because he sucked in a breath, swallowing milk wrong, and nearly died.

Eventually the coughing stopped but that might've been because I threatened him. "I'm going to tell Dally exactly how you died if you're not careful. I expect you to breathe."

I knew he was better when he managed to stop hacking and actually pouted.

"Deep breath, please. Then you can be dramatic." Once his color had gone back to normal. "That's much better."

Flopping back on the bed, he gave me the deep breath I'd asked so nicely for and groaned. "Why can't dying of embarrassment actually be real."

Thank God it wasn't.

"You won't die but you will blush like crazy when you tell Dally the story later." I wasn't going to be the one to tattle about his gem of a story, but we both knew he would when all I got was another dramatic sigh. "If you're not going to keel over, I'd like a kiss and a good morning."

His glare was adorable. "You're a pain in the butt sometimes, you know that?"

He was going to fit right in with the rest of my family…once they stopped freaking out.