Chapter 12
Teddy
“Hmm…whose job is it to handle sticky situations?” Daddy pretended to be huffy and puffy, but he wanted to laugh.
“You!” Daddy was going to make it bathtime. “Oh, did you know I can have a bath anytime?”
“Yep, I did, but how did you figure it out?” Daddy made me giggle as he kissed my nose.
“My roommates.” I sighed and flopped on Daddy as he made happy laughing sounds. “I was sneaky but I wasn’t sneaky ’nough.”
“Not sneaky enough, huh?” When I shook my head, he gave me a hug. “Well, they’re right. You can have a bath anytime you want and it’s no one’s business.”
“I don’t gotta talk about stuff I don’t want to.” Can’t make me. “Come on.”
I had to show Daddy my toys.
Daddy laughed but I was fast and strong and made him go faster-faster. “I’m coming.”
“I’m sticky and I got toys.” I had to show Daddy. “Faster, Daddy.”
“Walking up the stairs, please.” Daddy made us go slower-slower but we were careful-careful. “That’s better, thank you.”
“I’m a good boy.” I’d made Daddy happy. “I talked about stuff and I cuddled with your penis.”
Daddy laughed. “Yes, you did. I liked how you talked to me and the cuddle part, too.”
We had fun.
Walking. Walking. Walking.
“My room, Daddy. My room.” No toys in the bathroom. “See?”
“Hey, that’s a shower bag. I had one like that when I was living in the dorms. That’s a good idea.” Daddy squeezed my hand and smiled big as he let me go. “What do you have?”
“Toys.” Daddy laughed. “See? They’re hiding.”
“Oh, you’ve got some boats and fish. Look at that pirate ship.” Daddy pointed to my scary boat. “Can I hold it?”
“Yes.” Share. Share. Share with Daddy. “Here.”
“Thank you.” Cheek kiss from Daddy. “Let’s go get you all clean.”
Clean. Clean. Then Daddy limits.
Gotta be a good boy and a good helper.
“Where is your bubble bath?” Daddy looked at my shelf. “Is your soap in the bathroom?”
“Yes.” I sighed. “Boring soap.”
Daddy made a thinking sound. “Would you like fun soap?”
“Maybe?” My turn for thinking. “Maybe.”
“Okay.” Head kisses from Daddy. “Cleanup time and soap talk later.”
He made me laugh. “Soap talk and limits talk and naughty talk.”
Daddy shrugged and took me to the bathroom. “Talks are important.”
“Gotta have lots of talks.” I showed Daddy our big bathroom. “Kinda big. Kinda small.”
Daddy nodded and looked round and round. “You’re right. It would be big if you weren’t sharing it with three other guys.”
Making a frowny, thinking face, Daddy sighed. “You’re all sharing this one bathroom up here, right? That little one downstairs is just a half-bath.”
“Yep.” I gave Daddy a big shrug. “Better than the dorm.”
“Yeah, at least here you have privacy and your own room.” Daddy made grumbly sounds. “My parents wanted me to stay in the dorms for the first two years for the experience and to learn what it’s like to have siblings.”
I giggled at Daddy’s face.
He didn’t do dorms….nope…Daddy not the dorm type.
“I lasted one semester and then told my mother if we didn’t find another solution, I’d switch my major to theater.
” Daddy grinned when I laughed. “That was not acceptable, so she magically agreed to putting me on the list to get my own room and I’m pretty sure my father pulled some strings to fix it the next semester. ”
“Sneaky Daddy.” He had a naughty grin and he liked being sneaky. “Cheater. Cheater.”
“Yep.” Daddy laughed and kissed my cheek before he went into the bathroom. “I will not be miserable for some kind of ridiculous life experience.”
He made a silly scrunchy face as he turned on the water and put my pirate ship in the tub. “I’d have been a good actor, but history works better for me in the long run.”
Smart Daddy.
“Alright, show me where the bubble bath is.” Daddy put his hands on his hips as the water went up and up. “You have no storage in here.”
Nope.
“Here, Daddy.” I showed him our tiny bathroom shelves. “Mine.”
It went up and up and I got two and everybody got two.
“You don’t even have a place to put extra toilet paper.” Daddy shook his head. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Oops. Help. Help.” I laughed and laughed as Daddy groaned. “Petey got stuck.”
“Your roommate got stuck? Oh, that’s terrible.” Shaking his head, Daddy sighed. “I couldn’t live like that.”
No roughing it for Daddy.
“You got a big house.” Daddy poured my boring bubble soap into the tub. “Lots of tubs?”
I had one tub.
“One tub and two showers.” He studied the bubbles to make sure they were good boys too. “Our house was extended about ten years ago, I think? It’s got a lot more square footage than yours and the downstairs bathroom is a full bath and there’s an extra one upstairs.”
“Big. Big.” Hand up. Time for Daddy to get me all clean. “Ready, Daddy.”
“Bigger than yours.” Daddy laughed as he took my shirt off and it went over my head. “It’s not the biggest on the street, though. Some of them are ridiculous.”
He was silly.
“Your house is ’diculous, Daddy.” His oh-well face made me laugh. “Biggest-biggest-biggest.”
She liked a big house.
“That ridiculous monstrosity is not mine. I just live there when I have to.” Daddy twisted his face up as he squished down to take off my socks. “Lift your foot for me. Good boy.”
One and two.
“What was I saying? Oh, a house.” Daddy made a happy face as he took my pants off. “Something this size…with at least one more full bathroom…this is insane…but yeah, something like this or my place would work.”
Hmm.
Daddy made me thinky too.
“Big yard? Flowers?” I pointed to our tiny, tiny window. “Too small.”
He made a big groan as I stepped out of my pants. “Thank you for being careful. Yes, these yards are tiny but that’s just because we’re so close to the school. Even a couple of blocks out the yards are much bigger. Those are just all owner occupied and no one rents those.”
“They’re pretty, Daddy.” Oh. “The pink one. I like the pink one.”
Wide eyes.
Shocked face.
Careful face.
“That’s a very pretty color, you’re right.” Daddy was so nice…and so funny…and so huffy. “Hey, don’t fuck with me about something that ugly. It’s Pepto-Bismol pink. It looks like someone vomited bubblegum on that house.”
Hahaha.
Naked boy.
Funny boy.
Daddy stood up and got his frown face on and crossed his arms. “I was worried I was going to hurt your feelings.”
“You’re so cute.” Kiss. Kiss. “Thank you for being nice, Daddy.”
More grumbles from Daddy.
I was so funny.
“And somehow every flower they planted clashes with the color of the house. How do you do that?” Daddy got wound up about houses.
“I don’t know.” Daddy was frustrated but Daddy held my hand. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Careful in the tub.
Careful in the bubbles.
No more stickies.
“You look like you just melted into a hot tub.” Daddy laughed when I nodded. “Would you like a house that had one of those?”
“Yes.” Grown-up bubbles. “Little house. Big tub.”
He pretended to look thinky. “Medium house. Big inside tub. Big outside hot tub.”
Oh yes.
“We’d need both.” Daddy shrugged. “And a big yard. I won’t forget.”
Silly Daddy was going to keep his boy.
“Daddy will remember the toys too.” Daddy poured in my toys, shaking his head. “And you need a bathroom big enough to store toys inside the bathroom.”
I shrugged.
“It’s okay to be a private person, Teddy.”
Daddy laughed so hard he almost tipped over. “Oh my god, that impression is spot on. That was your mother.”
Closing the lid, Daddy sat down on the toilet and grumbled. “There’s not even enough floor space in there for me to sit down beside you.”
Nope.
Smiles were back.
“That was a good impression, Chipmunk.” Daddy leaned over and kissed my head as I reached for my pirate ship. “I take it she doesn’t like how much privacy you want.”
“Nope.” I gave Daddy a big sigh and leaned over to get another kiss. “She says love means talk and talk means share and share means tell everyone.”
“Oh, yeah, I can see that being a problem.” His thinky face was back. “Does your father keep that stuff under control? I honestly hadn’t heard anything about you being little and I’m not sure I knew you were gay. I thought I heard somewhere that you dated a few girls a year or so ago?”
“Ugh.” I needed more kisses, so I gave Daddy pucker lips and he laughed before giving me happy boosts.
“You look like a fish.” He snickered and gave me more good feelings. “I take it that wasn’t something I hallucinated?”
“No.” Bad dreams would’ve been better. “I had to be nice and being nice meant a date and a date meant they tried to like me.”
Daddy’s wide eyes came back. “How did that happen?”
“Being nice is dangerous, Daddy.” I shrugged. “Her real work people who do business stuff came to visit. They were real boring people and they brought their kids. Kids were not kids, Daddy.”
Ugh.
“Mom said ‘you’ll play with the kids’ and I said ‘yes, I like playing’…but kids were old.” Somebody had been sneaky. “I got tricked.”
Trying not to laugh, Daddy shook his head. “I’m sorry, but that does explain things.”
“I’m too nice.” I pouted. “You’ll save me?”
“From your mother?” Daddy reached for the fishing boat as I nodded. “Deal. I’ll save you from your mother’s good intentions, but you have to remind me that my mother doesn’t have any.”
She was mean.
“Deal.” I gave Daddy my serious face and then my gimmie a kiss face. He was smart and gave me what I wanted. “I’ll help you remember my Daddy is nice and special.”
“Um, let’s just stick with special?” Daddy shrugged when I tried not to laugh. “I’m not sure we can realistically say nice.”
Hmpf.
“My Daddy is nice to me.” He was very nice to me. “He plays and cuddles and shops and gives baths and had grown-up time with me.”
Daddy’s smile came back. “And don’t forget that I feed you.”
“No more soup. Yay.”
Having a Daddy was nice.