Eric
I tried to ignore the room while I waited for Marcus to get out of the shower, but it was like having a haunted house right behind me. Even though I knew there was nothing that frightening inside, it still made my heart beat faster and my nerves tingle. But it wasn’t so scary it made me forget the fact that Marcus was naked and soapy only a few feet away.
Nothing could distract me from that sexy image.
The cartoon helped keep me occupied, though. Watching the heroes running around saving the universe from bad guys sent me back to the parts of my childhood that were simpler. Times before I realized I was gay, and before I understood other people didn’t have the same desires I did. Easier, stress-free times when getting grounded from TV was the worst thing that could happen.
By the time Marcus was out of the bathroom, my show was almost done and I’d nearly forgotten about the nursery. Daddy wasn’t going to let me, though. He smiled as he leaned against the door frame of the bathroom and glanced over at the nursery. “Are you ready to go look at your toys?”
No.
Yes.
Maybe?
It was a solid maybe. “Yes.” The answer came out more nervous than I’d wanted it to, but he didn’t mind. His endless patience while I sorted through the worries in my head was one of the qualities I loved best about him. He was always willing to give me time to work up the nerve to approach something that made me uncomfortable.
He knew me well enough not to believe me, but he didn’t call me out on it. Marcus simply nodded and straightened before heading over to the bed. I didn’t even realize how comfortable I was on the bed until moving seemed like running a marathon. Taking Daddy’s outstretched hand as I slowly climbed off the bed, I looked back and almost yawned.
Daddy’s free hand came up and caressed my hair. “Yes, nap time after toys, I think.”
Something about the way he said “nap time” made my toes curl. The words weren’t that different than what a more traditional couple might say to one another, Honey, you look tired, why don’t you go lay down?, but his tone and the look on his face made all the difference.
Daddy was going to put me down for a nap.
My brain just couldn’t wrap itself around the statement.
Maybe it was because I’d dreamed of hearing it for so long. I’d started to believe I’d never hear something like that from a man who meant that much to me. As wonderful as it was, it was also a good distraction because by the time my mind moved past the nap idea, we were in the nursery.
I’d been too stunned last time to really appreciate much about the room. Seeing all the details and how much thought had gone into the space was calming. I knew age play was something that Marcus wanted, but seeing it was completely different.
The room that made me so nervous was light and airy with muted colors in tans and blues. The zoo theme was in the large, soft-looking carpet that was in the center of the room and pictures that decorated the walls. The only windows were small rectangular ones high on the walls near the ceiling. Designed to add natural light to the space without having to sacrifice privacy, they were perfect for the room.
A long, low shelf filled with books and toys took up one wall. Across from it was a large, sturdy dresser and a tall shelf filled with—things I wasn’t going to focus on. Moving my gaze around the room, I saw the empty wall that I knew would one day hold the crib he’d been talking about with Ben. It was so easy to imagine the oversized crib filling the blank space. Daddy would tuck me in there for naps or quiet time.
“That’s where my crib will go?”
I knew the answer already, but it was the easiest way I could think to bring it up. Daddy squeezed my hand and pointed to the empty area. “Yes. I’d want you to sleep with me if you stayed over, but it would be for naps and things like that.”
I nodded, relieved that we were on the same page with that. Having him tuck me into bed occasionally might be fun, but I liked waking up with him. Giving that up would have been hard. “I liked last night...sleeping with you.”
His fingers started caressing mine slowly. “I did too.”
Daddy walked us in a slow circle so we were focused back on the toys. He pointed to some baskets. “There are some cars and animals, and that box has crayons and more coloring books.”
It was…tempting.
I never even walked anywhere near the toy section in the big box stores. No trips to the toy stores ever made the errands list or even crossed my mind. The paranoia that filled me even thinking about it would have made it too much to handle. What if someone had realized I wasn’t looking for a kid but for myself? What if they would have guessed how weird I was? My heart started pounding just thinking about it.
Now that they were right in front of me, I wasn’t sure how to handle it.
I stood there analyzing the books and toys for too long, but it was overwhelming. Daddy must have understood because he moved us one step closer and waited, just looking around the room like my behavior was perfectly normal.
I didn’t want my fears to be our normal.
Taking a deep breath, I moved us forward another step. His hand squeezed, and he waited silently while I took a step closer. Another small one had us standing in front of the shelf. Letting go of his hand was the hardest part, but when I was finally kneeling down looking at the toys, relief surged through me.
Daddy’s hand moved to run through my hair as he quietly spoke about picking them out and spending countless hours at the toy store finding the perfect things to fill the room with. As I looked at the baskets, he talked about wanting to find other things that I liked to play with. He wanted the room to be filled with everything that I associated with being little.
He wanted it to be my special room.
Reaching out, I ran my finger around the container filled with animals. Flashes of our time at the zoo filled my mind, and it was easy to filter the memory, picturing it as a day out with Daddy and not as a regular date. Pulling the basket off the shelf, it felt like it was filled with bricks and not little plastic animals.
I knew it was my imagination, but it took all my concentration to move it to the carpet. Not wanting to look ridiculous, I started to dump them out, but Daddy’s voice stopped me. He crouched down, taking my hands.
“There is no right or wrong way for us to do this. If all you do is look at them this time, that is fine. This is our time and your space. Whatever we do and however we act is perfect, as long as it’s right for us. We go at our own pace.”
I knew he was telling me to give myself a break, but I was tired of feeling wrong. I wanted his confidence. I wanted his firm belief that what I felt was understandable and beautiful. His hand came up to ease my lip out of my mouth where I’d been absently chewing at it.
“None of that.” He moved to sit down behind me. Wrapped in his arm with his legs cradling mine, the toys didn’t look so overwhelming. “Which one do you want to play with first?”
“The giraffe.” That hadn’t taken any thought. He’d laughed so hard at the zoo when the giraffe had licked my hand, slobbering everywhere trying to find more little pellets, that the memory was burned into my brain.
He grinned. “The look on your face, Baby.” Reaching into the basket, he pulled out the toy. “He needs some friends. Should we see if there are more giraffes or something else to keep him company?”
I leaned over and looked into the box. “Hmm, more giraffes first, but then some zebras.”
Seeing it clearly in my mind, I reached in and dug around, looking for what I needed. Setting up my own little zoo, I didn’t even realize it when Daddy moved away to sit in his big chair. I sorted the toys, then went over to the shelf to look for something to make the enclosures with.
I wasn’t sure how long I played. It didn’t even occur to me to keep track or worry about what I was doing. It was just fun. Eventually, I started yawning and stretched out on the floor to play. After a while, I heard Daddy laugh.
“You’re falling asleep on the floor, Baby. Time for a nap.”
My head jerked up from where it had been resting against my hand. “But I’m not—”
He interrupted, shaking his head. “You can play more later. Nap time now.”
His firm tone let me know he wasn’t going to budge, but having him lay down the law and take charge made the butterflies start doing circles. “Yes, Daddy.”
I looked down at the zoo I’d made. “Do I have to pick it up?”
“No, they can stay like that for now.” I looked up to see him smiling, a tender look filling his eyes. “We’ll pick them up before bedtime. Deal?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Another yawn interrupted me and I couldn’t remember if I was going to say anything else.
“You, my boy, are exhausted.”
“I’m not that tired.” It came out whinier than I’d intended, ruining my argument.
He just chuckled and reached down to take my hands in his. Helping me up off the floor, he pulled me tight. “Did you have fun?”
I nodded, letting my head fall to rest on his chest. Maybe a nap wasn’t a bad idea. “Yes, thank you for my toys.”
“Maybe we should look online to see if there are fences and things for your zoo.” His hands moved up to start running up and down my back and it got harder to think.
“Yes, please.”
“Come on, sleepy boy. Nap time.” His voice was deep and soothing, hovering right on the edge of sexy but not quite going there.
As he stepped back to lead us out of the room, I glanced back to where the crib would be. There was a big part of me that wanted to see what it would have felt like to be tucked into one. The bed was going to be just as good, though. Daddy must have understood some of what was going through my head because he nodded absently. “Yes, I need to start researching the crib again and give the carpenter a call.”
Daddy held my hand as we went over to the bed, pulling back the covers as he helped me in. He tucked them in around me and watched as I rolled onto my side, snuggling into the pillows. His fingers started running through my hair and I closed my eyes, enjoying the soothing sensation.
I yawned again and my body started feeling heavier. Daddy’s words were far away as he spoke, still gently rubbing my head. “One day I want to tuck you in wearing a diaper too. What do you think about that, Baby?”
Too tired to think, I made a short jerking movement with my head, but it didn’t seem to work right. I ended up mumbling a short answer that was just as awkward as my head had been. “Yes…and…Daddy…yes.”
I heard a low laugh before everything faded away.
****
I woke up surrounded by Marcus’s warm body. Something about the way he held himself let me know he wasn’t sleeping. I shifted, nuzzling in closer to his chest, and tried to decide if I was going to wake up. My brain was still half asleep and refusing to participate, but my cock was wide awake and its vote was clear.
“Did you have a good nap?” Marcus’s warm voice sent shivers down my spine.
“Yes.” It came out mumbled as I pressed closer to him.
“Are you ready to wake up?” The smile in his words had me fighting not to grin. I couldn’t laugh. That would just encourage him.
“I can feel part of you is very awake.” The humor in his voice made it clear he was just teasing, but I could feel my face heating up.
Shoving the covers over my head, I heard him chuckle and felt him shift his leg so it was pressed tighter against my cock. It sent shivers through me. He had to hear the gasp and low moan that forced its way out because his leg shifted again, making me fight not to thrust against him.
I froze, not sure what I was supposed to do. What I wanted was to throw myself back and let him have his way with me, but that seemed a little too much like a romance novel. Rubbing my face against his chest, I lifted one leg to drape over his.
“So you have decided to wake up.” His hands worked their way under the covers, teasing at the edges of my pajamas. “Why are you still hiding?”
Taking a chance, I moved to drape myself over his body, slowly easing the covers down. My cock lined up with his and rubbed deliciously as I pushed my head up. “I like waking up like this.”
He grinned and lifted his head to touch his lips to mine. It was slow and gentle, tasting and exploring but not rushing. He knew what he wanted, but he was going to take his time getting there. By the time he pulled back, I was breathless and rocking my body against his.
Marcus shoved back the covers and rolled us over so he was lying over me, trapping me against the bed. It made my muscles clench, and I tried to rub myself on his body, but he was holding me too tight. There was no way to hide how incredible it was, and no reason to fight what he was making me feel.
“Please, Marcus.” The predatory look on his face sent sparks shooting through me. The daddy part of him was still visible, but there was something else a little darker that was surfacing. It made me picture all kinds of sexy, naughty things. “Please, Sir?”
“What do you want?” His hips ground his cock into mine. “Is my boy needy?”
Unable to move as the pleasure rocked through me, all I could do was moan and plead. “Yes. Please.”
His head dipped down and started nibbling at my neck, trapping my arms at my side. “Marcus!”
“You have to be patient.” He lifted his head, stretching out over me. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
I could see the unasked questions in his eyes. I knew he’d pull back if it was too much, but it was perfect. There was no awkward fumbling, no half-hearted discussion where they made sure you wanted them to top. He was simply taking control and giving me everything I’d ever needed.
He always made me feel like I was the center of his world and this was no different.
“I’ll be good. I promise.” I’d do anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop.
The age play part of our relationship might still make me nervous, but his dominating me in bed was something I could embrace wholeheartedly. That wicked desire flared behind his eyes and he leaned close, taking my mouth again in a heated kiss.
He licked and nibbled, trapping my bottom lip with his teeth, sending desire flooding through me. He took, but he gave me everything I wanted and needed. When he finally pulled away, I was moaning and straining to get even closer to him.
Marcus went back to my neck, kissing and using his teeth to send waves of arousal flooding through me. I begged and pleaded, desperate for more. As much as I wanted him to give in to my demands, I loved that everything was up to him—his decisions about how…what…when. All I had to do was let him take control.
When he pulled away, lifting his body off mine to straddle my hips, I thought I’d die. He couldn’t stop. Marcus must have understood my expression because his naughty grin was back, lighting up his face with erotic delight. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes. If I’m going to kiss and explore every inch of my boy, then he needs to be naked.”