Since we still hadn’t gone to the grocery store earlier, I stopped and picked up a rotisserie chicken, bread, and salad stuff. That was a quick but good meal.
We ate at the kitchen island and then headed into the playroom to get started. At first, the guys talked and interacted as we planned how to tackle the painting and the molding. They weren’t in their little space at all. They seemed to flow in and out of it as needed without really thinking about it, especially Donny.
I started with the molding, since I had experience with it. I’d helped friends and family with similar tasks in the past. Donny and Kay started rolling out the ceiling.
“I like this blue, Saxon. It’s soothing. I was afraid it might be jarring, but it’s not. You got the perfect color.” Kay rolled some out.
“Thanks. I liked it.”
“I like it too, Daddy.” Donny was slipping back into his little persona. Before I thought much about it, they were both cutting up and getting paint everywhere.
“Guys…” It was too late. They had blue all over the place, including on themselves. “I think you need another shower.”
“Oh! Let’s take a bath. The hall bath has a weally big tub,” Kay said. He often followed Donny into little headspace.
“Sounds like a good idea. I’ll clean this up while you go get the bath ready.” The ceiling was nearly done, and the moldingwas all cut. I smoothed out the rough spots on the ceiling and finished the last bit. I wanted to do more, but I heard the boys splashing in the other room. I cleaned up the paint and took the brushes outside. I walked through the main living spaces to the back slider. There was an enclosed room off the back like a sunroom. Half of it was set up like a dining room with a table and chairs, and the other half was a more comfortable seating area that looked out over the pool. He really needed the table out there, since the island inside was the only place to eat.
After running the paint tray, rollers, and brushes under the water hose, I headed back inside to check on the boys.
They were playing with tub toys and splashing around. Some kind of game of chase with boats was going on, but one of the so-called boats was actually a rubber duckie. Donny swooshed it through the water, calling it SS Duck-boat. How quick he was to play and have fun was sweet.
“Who’s winning?” I hated interrupting the game, but I also wanted in on the action.
“Kay’s winning. He has a speedboat. The SS Duck is a tug.”
“I said you could have the fast one, Donny.”
Donny splashed Kay. “I like the tug.” He picked it up out of the water and squeezed it, and it spewed water out of a hole on the bottom, which made them both laugh.
“I like that you’re having fun, but you also need to get clean. Let me wash you.” I got on my knees beside the tub and grabbed a washcloth. After soaping it up, I washed their backs, arms, and legs. First one, then the other. This was what I’d been made for.
“I want to wash Kay.” Donny leaned forward and grabbed Kay’s dick and balls. “Right here.”
“That. That’s not washing…” Kay said, shoving his hips forward a little.
His fondling quickly shifted into a hand job as he slid his soapy hand over Kay’s cock. I reached down and fondled his balls, helping him along, until he came, squirting out in the water.
Donny laughed and stood, dripping water and soap.
“Careful, don’t slip.” I sat on the edge of the tub and put my arm around his thighs. “Maybe this will help.” I soaped up his cock and stroked him.
“I like standing up for this.”
Kay fondled his balls and tugged them a little until Donny came too. I held him up, not letting him fall when he trembled.
After that, they turned on the shower, washed their hair, and rinsed off. Nice and clean.
And tired.
We all scooted in together on the sofa. Kay didn’t have anything on his walls, making the place look open and airy, but also boring. “Kay…are you going to put stuff up on your walls?” I asked.
“Eventually. I haven’t had a ton of time.”
“Being a rockstar takes a lot. Well, seems that way.” I wanted to learn more about his life outside of what he did on stage.
“It does. It seems all glamorous, but it’s work.” He stroked Donny’s hair. “And a lot of being on the road.”
“You’re very different on stage.”
