“Are you willing to wiggle a lot?” He was radiating a mix of desire and sweetness that said we were on the same page with what wiggling and kissing meant, but I knew Chipmunk would make it obvious enough, I didn’t need to overthink it.
“I can do it.” Nearly bouncing with excitement, he was so careful on the stairs I knew the running commentary in his head was hilarious too. “I’m a good wiggler.”
Oh yes.
“I can’t wait for you to show me.” Pretending to yawn again, I sighed like I was climbing Everest instead of the stairs. “You’re going to have to do the work, though.”
He nodded so fast I was worried about whiplash, but he managed to keep his excitement in check until we made it upstairs. “I can do it. I’m a good helper.”
And an eager one too based on how he was nearly bouncing toward the bedroom.
“Thank you.” Kissing the side of his head and managing not to brain myself, I kept up the sleepy routine. “We had a long day already.”
Agreeing with me seemed easy for him. “Yep. We got ready. That was hard work. We ate lots and we opened presents and we were good boys and we didn’t get silly presents like sweaters. We made Angel smile and we had cake.”
I loved how making Angel smile was on his hard-work list, but he was right, they had made Angel smile.
Especially when they’d been deciding if they could paint him blue so he’d be Grumpy Smurf.
He’d nearly broken a rib trying to keep a straight face at their shenanigans and Chipmunk’s setting his meat on fire bit nearly killed him, but it’d been obvious how funny he thought they were. I was pretty sure Dante’s drama played into that as well. But I was going to have to explain that just being a dry individual in general did not mean grumpy.
Angel was just more like a fallen angel instead of the sweet ones Teddy was probably imagining, and my stress over the past few months hadn’t helped Chipmunk’s impressions of grumpy Doms.
“See? We did a lot.” I stretched and pretended to yawn again as we got to his room and I shut the door before leading us over to the bed. “That’s why you have to do the wiggling. Littles have more energy than Daddies.”
His adorably serious face said he’d agree with that even if we weren’t playing a game. “I’ll take care of you, Daddy.”
And have fun doing it.
“Thank you.” Grown-up Teddy would’ve been a bit more inclined to overthink the situation, but my Chipmunk charged right in and started stripping me. “Good plan.”
Naked first.
Wiggles second.
“You’re welcome and thank you.” Giggling, he pulled my shirt over my head. “You’re so funny.”
As long as I didn’t buy anyone an ugly Christmas sweater or do that box in a box routine.
“Thank you.” My polite response got another giggle out of him as he reached for my pants.
“You’re welcome.” He did his best to look serious but his attempt at a frown kept getting ruined by laughter sneaking out. “We’re going to do naked then shoes.”
It was an interesting plan, but one I finally got once he had my pants and underwear around my thighs.
Not because I was smart but because he shoved me back into the bed. “Sit.”
“I’m not a puppy.” My grumbly response got snickers out of him and as he plopped himself down on the floor, he wiggled on all fours. “You’d be a cute pup.”
Chipmunk tried to bark but laughter cut it off and he thought that was so funny he could barely stay upright. “A pup.”
When he finally caught his breath, he shook his head like I was ridiculous and went to work on my tennis shoes. “Did you meet a pup at the club, Daddy?”
Nothing about the club had made him overly concerned, so I wasn’t worried as I nodded. “Yes, I was introduced to a few, both when they were pups and when they were…regular grown-up subs again. The owners of the club wanted to give me a chance to understand other lifestyles that were close to being a Daddy.”
Bopping his head like he was dancing along to music while he slowly pulled at the lace on one shoe, he made a thinking sound. “The online stuff says littles and pups like to play together.”
Interesting.
