“Yeah, is that okay with you?” Jayden eyed me warily and cleared his throat a few times. It was weird seeing him nervous for a change. “I was doing some reading, and a lot of little boys have a different name than when they’re big. I thought that might help you, too. But there aren’t really any good ways to shorten Chase, so I started thinking about what else could work.”
I threw my arms around his neck, hating the fact I was already buckled in. I kissed his cheek, then pulled back. “It’s perfect. And it’s even perfecter because you came up with it all on your own. I know you don’t think you’d be a good Daddy, but I think you’re wrong. You do all the right things. Can we get dinner and go home now?”
“Yeah, we can.” Jayden shoved his hand into my pocket, pulling out my binkie. “I know you’re dying to use this. Don’t ever feel like you need to hide it when it’s just the two of us.” He held it in front of my lips, waiting until I leaned forward and opened my mouth. “Fuck, that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is.”
I popped the pacifier out of my mouth. “You said bad words, Jay.”
“I’ll have to remember to behave so I don’t give my buddy any bad habits, won’t I?” He flicked the stuffed Pika attached to my binkie as he stood. “But wearegoing to finish talking on the way.”
As Jayden stood, I didn’t miss the way he adjusted his dick in his jeans. I squirmed, reaching down to do the same before I remembered maybe I wasn’t supposed to do that. Jay wanted me to ask permission before doingthings, and touching my winky definitely fell underthingsI could only do if Jay said so.
He looked over at me and chuckled. “Does my buddy have ants in his pants?”
I shook my head and pursed my lips. I couldn’t tell him why I was so wiggly.
“Are you supposed to keep secrets from me, Ash?” Hearing him call me my special name helped me relax. He reached over, running the tips of his fingers up my leg. “Do you have owies, buddy?”
I nodded, not bothering to hide my moan. “My winky, Jay. It’s crooked.”
“Crooked?” He laughed and bent over the console. “Is your winky pressed against your pants? Is that the problem?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Why didn’t you fix it?” He closed his eyes and took a few slow, steady breaths before glancing down at my lap. “You might want to now, before we’re driving.”
“You’re not going to help me?”
“I told you we had to talk first, and I meant it,” he reminded me. “But I’m very happy you didn’t touch your winky without permission.”
“I wanna be your good boy,” I told him.
“Oh, buddy, you’re already thebestboy.”
7
Jayden
Grabbingdinner and driving around long enough that we could talk was fucking torture. My dick probably had a permanent imprint of my zipper along the length, and my nuts were about ready to bust. All because my roommate finally opened up to me about every fucking thing he’d fantasized about. And let me say, behind that quiet, bookworm exterior, my buddy had some kinky AF shit swirling around in his brain.
I’d originally intended to grab drive thru and take it back to our room but, as I neared campus, Chase got quiet. After I passed the turn for Talbert Hall, he slowly relaxed and started talking more about his interest in being little. It made me feel a little better to hear him admit that he had no clue why he felt so drawn to the lifestyle.
He got quiet again as I pulled into my assigned parking stall down the street from our residence hall. “It’s going to be okay. Remember that Ash and Jay are our secret.”
“I like that name,” he admitted. His voice was quiet and higher pitched than normal. It was adorable. “Being Ash is easy. It makes me happy.”
“I can tell.” What I couldn’t bring myself to admit was how calm I felt when I was Jay. It was different beinghis Jaythan it was when other people shortened my name. Normally, it irritated me, but when Ash called me Jay, it was special. “You can be Ash all the time when it’s just us.”
“That won’t make you grumpy?” he asked around the pacifier. That damned pacifier was going to be the death of me. I kept catching glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye and got distracted, thinking of other things he could be sucking on. What was scary as hell was that not all of them were sexual. My little buddy had a strong oral fixation.
I turned off the car and waited until I’d opened Ash’s door to respond. When he tried stepping away, I grabbed his hand. His confidence came out when he sank into being Ash, so I wanted to keep him there a bit longer. “Don’t wander off. Little boys have to stay right by their big people to stay safe.”
That sounded strange, but I wasn’t ready to refer to myself as anything more. It worked, though, because Ash stayed right next to me, swinging our arms as we walked. There weren’t too many people out this late at night, and there was nothing overt that would have given us away.
I could do this. And, in the process, I could show Ash that being little wasn’t all or nothing.
“Thank you, Ash. That’s a very good boy,” I praised him. I’d read online that littles needed a lot of praise and affirmation. That was something I could manage. “Now, one of the rules I think we need to set is that you have to trust me. If I say you can do something, I don’t want you waiting for me to change my mind.”
“Like being Ash when we’re at home?” He sucked on his lip, probably missing his pacifier.
