Chapter 6 #2
“Okay!” But Emmett was already buried in the box, making him wonder if he actually heard what he said.
Rooster headed for the kitchen, grinning to himself when he heard a loud squeal of happiness a few moments later. He’d have to see what caused that noise after dinner so he could do his best to replicate it over and over again.
Sprawled on the couch, waiting for Emmett to come back from changing into pj’s, Rooster couldn’t help but revel in how good it felt to have his boy there in his space.
He was trying not to get ahead of himself, but it was hard not to dive headfirst into something that felt so perfect.
Even though he was only now getting to see and know all the wonderful facets of Emmett, it didn’t feel new like he suspected it would have if they hadn’t known each other most of their lives.
It felt… inevitable. Comfortable. Like coming home after a long, stressful shift and finally feeling like he could take a deep breath.
He heard Emmett before he saw him, his socked feet pounding on the vinyl flooring as he made his way from the back of the house where Rooster’s bedroom was.
The red-and-black onesie jammies looked soft and comfortable, the hood down and drawstrings ending with white puffy poms. His bright orange socks clashed adorably.
Emmett threw him a grin as he rushed back over to where he’d left his new toys and the rest of the things he’d brought with him, dumped out of his bag and piled on the floor.
“Hold on one second,” he called, grinning at the way Emmett skidded to a stop just before reaching his cache of toys, socked feet sliding a little. “Come here and sit with me for a minute.”
Emmett had been on the edge of his little headspace since he first spotted the divider plate and sippy cup Rooster had bought for him, so he wasn’t surprised when his boy sighed dramatically and cast a forlorn look at the toys before skipping over to the couch.
“Yes, Daddy?” Emmett asked once he was sitting right next to Rooster, smiling sweetly up at him.
So fucking cute.
“I know you want to play as Emmie, but I just want to talk about how you’re feeling so far first.” Checking in periodically was something they’d agreed to ahead of time, but that didn’t stop Emmett from rolling his eyes and sighing again.
“I’m fine, Daddy.”
Rooster smiled at him, cupping his face. “The plate and cup were okay? I know you said you were open to some little things even when you’re big, but we didn’t talk about those specifically.”
Wiggling in place, Emmett leaned into his side. “I love my new plate and cup! They have superheroes on them!”
“I thought you might like that.” Emmett squirmed again, a blush blooming on his cheeks like the idea of Rooster thinking about what he might like was overwhelming to him. “What about how I cut up your meat before calling you to the table?”
“I liked that too, Daddy,” he said, voice a little softer. “It… It makes me feel cared for in a way that makes my belly feel all fluttery.”
He nodded, grateful Emmett liked for Rooster to take care of him, even when he wasn’t little. Gently, he caressed Emmett’s cheek. “That’s good because I like doing things like that for you. Have you decided about staying the night?”
Emmett glanced away, nibbling on his tempting lip. “I want to, but… I didn’t tell Roni. She’ll worry if I don’t come home.”
“I’ll let her know. You go play for a while, then we’ll watch a movie before bed.”
There wasn’t a noticeable change in his expression or anything, but Rooster still felt it like Emmett flipped a switch inside him, his little side fully bursting forward.
“Okay, Daddy,” Emmie said, voice a little higher-pitched. He threw his arms around Rooster’s neck and gave him a hug before clambering off the couch and beelining for his toys.
Within a few minutes, it seemed that Snowball the dragon and Woofie the dog were waged in an epic battle against the superhero figurines, the heroes doing their best to defend the small block city Emmie had built.
That warm feeling from before was back, and Rooster basked in it as he took out his phone and shot Viper a text.
Rooster
Emmett’s going to stay here tonight, but he’ll probably have to go home in the morning before work. I don’t think he brought clothes for tomorrow.
Viper
Wow. Already stealing my roommate. You move fast.
He knew she was mostly joking, but with the sounds of his sweet Emmie’s play battle in the background, he couldn’t help but get mushy.
Rooster
What can I say? When you know, you know.
I’ve never met anyone like him.
I feel so fucking lucky you found him and brought him to the clubhouse and back into my life.
She didn’t respond for so long, he didn’t think she was going to. Either because a client had walked into the tattoo shop or because she didn’t want to deal with his sappy ass, but then one more text came through.
Viper
He’s lucky too. You’re good for him.
For some reason, that settled something in his chest, like he’d been worried about what she thought of their relationship without even realizing it.
Grinning, he shot back an I know and a wink, then tucked his phone away.
He watched Emmie play for a while longer, but when he noticed he was slowing down, moving to just building with his new blocks rather than staging any kind of play fighting, he called him up onto the couch.
Emmie’s smile was sleepy as he climbed up, settling in front of Rooster with his back to Rooster’s front and Snowball and Woofie clutched to his chest. After settling a blanket over them, he picked up the remote and gave Emmie a little poke in the side.
“What movie do you want to watch, sleepy boy?”
Squirming and giggling, Emmie sighed as he resettled against Rooster. “You pick, Daddy.”
Instead of picking a cartoon, he pulled up one of his favorite old Christmas movies and relaxed against the couch.
It wasn’t too long before he noticed his boy wasn’t falling asleep like he thought he would.
Every few minutes, he’d fidget, his legs seeming the most restless as they moved around on the cushion between Rooster’s own.
Finally, Rooster located the remote and muted the movie. Wrapping his arms around Emmie more tightly, he murmured into his ear, “What’s wrong, my little wiggle worm?”
Emmie whined a little, then arched his back as he grabbed one of Rooster’s hands and led it between his legs. “Aches, Daddy.”
Rooster gave his warm, hard cock a gentle squeeze over his fuzzy pajamas and smiled at the way Emmie’s breath caught in his throat.
He was suddenly so grateful he’d asked about how Emmett felt about sex when he was Emmie, even though his boy’s face had gotten so red at the question Rooster had been a little worried.
“Poor, baby. You want Daddy to help you feel better?”
Emmie nodded quickly, turning and pressing a sweet little kiss under Rooster’s chin. “Please, Daddy.”
“Such a good boy, asking so nicely,” he praised, squeezing Emmie again and learning the shape of his boy. He ran his fingers up Emmie’s short, fat length and over the ridge of his head over and over until Emmie was moaning, head thrashing on Rooster’s chest.
“Daddy,” he whimpered, gripping at Rooster’s jean-clad thighs and arching into the light touch.
“My good boy,” Rooster said, very aware of his own arousal the more Emmie wiggled against him, rubbing his plump bottom over Rooster’s cock.
Giving in to his boy’s insistent begging, he reached up and found the tab of the zipper on his onesie, slowly easing it down his chest and belly. He paused, though, when he trailed his hand down the smooth skin he’d exposed, and Emmie tensed just the tiniest bit against him.
“Color?” He waited, not moving forward but not retreating either.
Emmie was panting a little, but he took a deep breath and said quietly, “Green. I just…”
“What, baby?” On a hunch, Rooster flexed his fingers just the tiniest bit into the softness of his stomach, and Emmie made a tiny sound. “Are you worried about something right now?”
Emmie didn’t say anything right away, and then slowly, he relaxed once more, becoming pliant in Rooster’s arms again. “No, Daddy,” he whispered.
“Good.” Gently, he rubbed a small circle on Emmie’s rounded tummy. “Because you’re too sexy to be worrying about anything. Just relax and let me take care of you, little boy.”
Shivering, Emmie tipped his head back and turned his face into Rooster’s neck, but he could still feel the warmth of his blush on his throat.
That was okay though. Being a little self-conscious of his body was natural this first time, but he knew his boy would grow more comfortable and learn to accept that Rooster truly did find him fucking delicious.
He shifted so he could wrap his left arm around Emmie’s chest, his hand lightly gripping his opposite shoulder, while his right slipped inside the downy onesie and then under the band of Emmie’s underwear to find his hardness.
He hummed, nuzzling into the side of Emmie’s face as he let his fingers explore his hot, silky cock, paying special attention to that spot just beneath his head that made Emmie jolt every time he rubbed it.
“Mm, my sweet little boy has the perfect little cock for me to play with.”
He teased and murmured praises until Emmie was practically thrashing against him, his dick dripping with precome.
As he finally wrapped his whole hand around him, he shifted his other one to cup Emmie’s exposed throat, not squeezing, just holding.
The noise he made as his cock flexed in Rooster’s grip nearly fried his brain.
Rooster watched his hand move under the onesie as he started to jack Emmie, his sweetly submissive boy trembling and twitching his way closer and closer to the edge of release. His whimpers were embedding themselves in Rooster’s ears, and he was sure he’d hear them long after the night was over.
A part of him wanted to draw it out longer, to see how high he could drive his boy before he burst into a million pieces, but having his squirming form rubbing against his cock was making him crazy, and he didn’t think he’d last much longer.
Emmie’s underwear was a bit restrictive as he sped up his hand, not allowing a large range of motion, but there was just enough room to work his boy’s sensitive head a few times before going back to his thick shaft and stroking him hard and fast.
Emmie’s breath caught in his throat, and he froze, his hands digging into Rooster’s thighs with just a bite of pain. Then he jolted and cried out, his cock erupting in Rooster’s hand as he kept working him, wanting every last drop of come he could get.
Eventually, Emmie groaned and relaxed once more, flapping one hand at Rooster to get him to release his overly sensitive dick. As he pulled his hand free, Emmie yawned right in his ear.
He chuckled and wiped his wet hand on his jeans, wrapping Emmie into a tight hug. “Ready for bed, baby?”
“What about you, Daddy?” he slurred, but something in his voice had changed, and Rooster knew Emmett was resurfacing as his boy came down from his orgasm. “Want to make you feel good too.”
Nuzzling into the side of Emmett’s face, he murmured, “You can make me feel good in bed.”
That got Emmett moving, even if his limbs looked a little uncoordinated as he pushed himself up from the couch. He hesitated next to the coffee table, looking down at toys scattered around as Rooster shut off the TV.
“Leave them. It’s late.”
Emmett nodded and headed back toward Rooster’s room as he checked the locks and shut off the lights.
He found Emmett waiting patiently at the end of the bed, onesie still unzipped.
Before they got back to the fun stuff, Rooster double-checked what time Emmett needed to be up so he’d have time to eat breakfast before running home to get dressed for work.
He set the alarm on his phone, sent Emmett to go and grab his where he’d left it in the living room and the charger from his bag, and then plugged both of them in, one on each side of the bed.
Emmett had a small smile on his face when Rooster finished, eyes on where his phone was charging on the side of the bed farthest from the door.
“Come ’ere,” he said softly, snagging Emmett’s arms as soon as he was close enough and reeling him in so he was flush against Rooster’s chest. “Color?”
“Green,” Emmett said, just as quietly. His hands landed on Rooster’s sides as he smiled up at him, but he didn’t try and undo his pants or take off his pj’s. He just waited, completely at ease with Rooster deciding what would happen.
His sweet fucking boy. He’d give him the damn world if he could.
One thing he could give him was something they both wanted right then.
“Take off my clothes, little boy.”