The room seems popular, with more bodies than I can count from my spot. There's a dress-up station, the video games, and the oversized rocking chair which is now empty. I briefly wonder where the couple went since the last time I looked, the Little was practically asleep in his Daddy's lap. It reminds me of the rocking chair I used to have and the thought of the gentle movements lulling me to sleep is appealing.
"Justin, would you like to try something else?" Gabe's voice brings me back to the spot we're sitting. I see his eyes glance toward the rocking chair and small bookshelf. "We can go read some books."
"I… Can we? I think I'd like to try that." It's a new thing, but out of everything else in Little Heaven, it doesn't require me to interact with other Littles or Middles. The longer I'm in here, observing and listening to the conversations and giggles, the terms come easier to me.
Gabe stands and holds out his hand to help me up. He turns back to Taylor and Edward. "We'll see you both around, I'm sure. Have fun with the little stinker."
Taylor pokes his tongue out at Gabe and I hide a smile. He is adorable. I don't know if I would look that cute. Gabe waits a few steps to talk lowly to me, "Are you okay with all of this? If you want to go, we can go back to the dancefloor or even leave. I know this can be a lot at once."
"I'm okay," I squeeze his hand, realizing neither of us dropped them once I stood. "I feel a little overdressed though."
Gabe's hand lets go of mine and slides across the top of my butt. "I quite like the jeans you're wearing, Justin."
I nibble at my bottom lip the rest of the way across the room to the chairs and book corner. There's only one other couple in this area. The others seem to be playing in groups. I recognize the couple as the Mommy wearing the suit and the girl with the bonnet from earlier on the dancefloor. Gabe gives them a nod before directing me to pick out a book. I watch him sit in one of the chairs. They're clearly fitted for two grown adults to sit on. Gabe taps his thigh, a signal he's waiting for me.
I glance over the books. They're basic kid's books and some I even have at home. I pick one at random, something about a dinosaur looking for new friends. It seems fitting, actually. Gabe holds out his hand for the book and then opens his arms for me to sit on his lap. I hesitate for a moment but he's patient. It's strange sitting on a younger man's lap and I adjust my bottom a bit before I'm mostly comfortable. My jeans aren't meant for cuddling likethis and they dig a little bit into my lower stomach. I shift once more and hear Gabe let out a low noise.
"Sweetheart, I'm going to need you to stop squirming in my lap or I'm going to have a mess to clean up." His tone tells me what his words don't.
"Oh, sorry. It's just… My jeans aren't very comfortable in this position."
"Do you want to get up?" His hand is back to brushing up and down my back. It's been a while since I was with anyone, even longer since someone held me like this. I don't want to leave just yet and shake my head in response. Gabe seems to be thinking for a solution. "Would it help if you unbuttoned your jeans? The rules over on the wall say no silly business in the main room, but that should be okay."
"Silly business?" I tilt my head in question.
He smiles and sets the book down on my lap. It's perfectly balanced over where my shirt meets my jeans and I feel his hand snake underneath. Within a second, the button on my jeans is popped open and he's bringing his hand back to rest on the book. It's an immediate relief and I relax that much more. "Thank you. That really helped. Also, how did you get so good at that?"
"Lots of practice," Gabe says with a playful wink.
I feel a giggle bubbling up from my chest, but I tamp it down.
Not right now.
"Let's read, shall we?"
I nod and settle my head against Gabe's chest. I hear a mix of his words and his heartbeat and before I know it, my eyes are getting heavy.
When I open them next, the book is gone and I'm moving back and forth. I'm still pressed against Gabe's body, being held by onearm while the other is stroking up and down my outer thigh. I sit up in Gabe's lap and open my mouth to apologize but he beats me to it.
"You were out pretty quick," he says with a soft smile. His hand rubs up and down my arm soothingly before moving to cup my face. His six-foot-one frame doesn't compare to my five-foot-seven, but sitting in his lap, I meet his eyes evenly. I noticed the size difference yesterday, of course, and felt small, but now it’s just comforting.
"I'm sorry," I apologize quickly. "I guess I was a little more tired than I thought. You make a great pillow."
Gabe smiles and this time we both share a quiet laugh. "I don't mind it, sweetheart. You weren't out but for a couple of minutes anyway. Is there anything else you want to do tonight?"
I shift to look at the rest of the room. When I do, I can feel the bulge in his pants. I pause and his hands go to my waist.
"I'm sor-"
"Don't apologize." His hands move to button up my jeans before he motions for me to stand. I watch Gabe subtly adjust himself and I'm aware of my own dick twitching. I also need to use the bathroom.
"Um, is there a bathroom in here?" I look around and the only doors I see are the main door and then the two that Gabe said were the changing rooms.
"The changing rooms have them," Gabe says. "But the toilets are essentially built like oversized potty training toilets. There are the main bathrooms in the—"
"No, that will be fine." I widen my eyes as another warning from my bladder hits me. Gabe seems to get the memo and we walkacross the room. A few of the Mommies and Daddies wave at him or say hello, but he doesn't stop.
"Do you need me to come in with you or…?" He leaves the question hanging and I debate it for just a second. No one is paying us any attention and I nod. I don't need him to help me with using the bathroom, but I do like that we can close the door and have some privacy to talk.
