Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Luca
“Take a deep breath, baby boy,” Brad said softly. “It’s okay if you’re not ready for this.”
“I’m ready.” Luca whispered. “I want…I want the diaper, please.”
Leaning forward, Brad kissed Luca, running his tongue over Luca’s bottom lip. “Good boy.”
Luca lifted his eyes to Brad’s as Brad pulled back. “Lift your bottom for me.”
Bracing his feet on the mattress, Luca lifted his hips. He and Brad were closed up in one of the quiet rooms where Brad had dragged him to as soon as they’d entered the club. Luca had been prepared to change in the locker room like usual but it seemed Brad had other plans.
The diaper crinkled under Luca’s ass when he lowered himself back down.
Luca looked away again. This was the first time that he’d ever had a diaper on. Luca used pullups on his own because they were just easy and helped him get in the right headspace.
The diaper had been Brad’s idea. In fact, Brad had an entire outfit planned for Luca.
“Okay?” Brad questioned. He was moving slowly and checking in with Luca before he did anything.
Luca nodded.
“Are you being shy?” Brad asked before tickling Luca’s ribs.
Luca rolled his eyes and wriggled around. “No tickles!”
“Yes tickles! Shy, sweet boys get tickles!” Brad said.
“Not shy!” Luca said. The no-say word almost slipped out. Luca couldn’t call Brad that. That was a no-no. Brad wasn’t Luca’s Daddy no matter how much Luca wanted it to be true.
“Okay, not shy,” Brad agreed with a bright smile. “I’m going to get this warm diaper wrapped around you. If you need to go potty, you just tell me okay?”
“K.” That worked for him. Maybe Luca would eventually use his diaper but not tonight. Not when he was still shocked that Brad had planned this. Had known that Luca had always wanted it.
Once the diaper, which fit perfectly, was on, Brad held up a pair of sparkling pink shorts.
Luca giggled as he clapped his hands. They were pretty!
“Oh!” Brad said suddenly. “I have something else for you.” He reached into his big magic bag and pulled out a plastic container. He popped open the lid before he lifted out a rainbow pacifier and showed it to Luca.
“Binkie?” Luca asked. “For me?”
“For you, sweet boy.” Brad offered Luca the rubber tip.
Luca opened his mouth, allowing Brad to set the pacifier against his lips. Luca closed his lips around the nipple and sucked.
“Fuck, baby. I love seeing you like this. In a diaper and with your binkie. You are so precious,” Brad said.
Luca watched Brad. It was like all his dreams were coming true.
“Now let’s get you dressed. There are toys waiting for you.”
Toys were fun. Did his Dadd…Brad bring the dinosaurs? Dinosaurs were cool and the pesky bad humans needed to be taught another lesson.
He wiggled around to help Brad get the shorts up and over his legs. Luca had no idea why Brad was grumpy and complaining that Luca needed to stay still. He was helping like a good boy! Luca giggled around his binkie. He was a good helper.
“Little wiggle worm,” Brad said.
He was slightly out of breath. Huh. That was silly.
“Now for your shirt,” Brad told him.
Luca held out his hands. He was ready.
Brad seemed nervous all of a sudden. He rubbed his chin then looked at the bag. His gaze returning to Luca then back to the bag.
Luca cocked his head as he wiggled his fingers. He needed a shirt. Did Brad forget? Although in this club it wouldn’t be unusual to walk around without one. That was how Luca had first seen Brad after all.
“You can say no,” Brad told him, speaking barely audibly. “I don’t mean to pressure you.”
Luca reached up to remove his binkie but Brad finally pulled a shirt out of the bag. It was the same pink as the shorts that were snug over his diaper. Luca liked the color. Why was Brad—
Brad opened the shirt to show Luca the words scrawled in cursive in a dark red.
Tears gathered in the corners of Luca’s eyes. Did this…what was…
“I’m not trying to pressure you,” Brad said. “You don’t have to call me anything that you’re not ready for. But do you want to wear this shirt?”
Luca looked back at the words in front of him.
Daddy’s good boy.
He started nodding before grabbing for the shirt and hugging it to his chest. “Mine,” Luca mumbled.
“It is yours.” Brad sounded relieved and happy and proud all at the same time.
“Mine, mine, mine,” Luca chanted.
“We have to put it on you, silly boy,” Brad said as he pried Luca’s fingers from the soft fabric.
But it was his shirt! Luca wanted to see it. Stare at it. Oh! He couldn’t wait to show James. Luca was his Daddy’s good boy. He had a shirt that said it, so it had to be true. “Hurry!”
“Oh, now you’re in a hurry?” Brad’s blue eyes had been cloudy with worry but cleared, shining bright.
Luca bobbed his head. He wanted to show his friend. James didn’t have a good boy shirt.
By the time that Luca was dressed, including the most awesome rainbow light-up shoes, and jumping by the door, his Daddy had been laughing for several minutes. Brad was trying to get everything back inside the bag so they could go to the nursery/ playroom.
He had no idea what else was in the black bag, but it had to be magic. A magic Daddy bag full of cool stuff. Luca knew he was right.
“Alright, little brat,” Brad said, offering his hand. “Let’s go.”
Luca grabbed his Daddy’s hand, waiting impatiently for Brad to get the door open. Once they walked through, Luca dragged Brad all the way to the nursery.
“Slow down, baby,” Brad admonished. “You don’t want to fall and hurt yourself.”
“K.” Luca sucked on his binkie. He was so happy. He wanted to dance and jump around and just hug everyone that passed. Luca hoped everyone was as happy as he was.
They reached the nursey and Luca peeked inside, looking for his friend. There he was! Jacob was sitting on a beanbag chair with James laying blankets over his lap. There had to be at least five. What was up with that? Eventually Luca was going to remember to ask.
He yanked his binkie out of his mouth and pushed it into Brad’s chest before kissing his Daddy’s cheek and running inside the room.
Luca rushed over to Jacob and James. “Look!” He pointed at his shirt.
James’s eyes were wide and full of happiness. “Cool!”
Luca knew. It was the best shirt ever! “I’m Daddy’s good boy.” He drew out good so that James didn’t miss it.
“You’re Daddy’s brat,” James argued.
“Nuh-uh,” Luca said. He pointed at each word. “Daddy’s. Good. Boy.”
“Brat,” James said again.
Luca jumped on James, knocking them both down into one of the empty beanbag chairs.
“Boys!” Jacob barked.
“Boys!” Brad said firmly.
They rolled onto the carpet with Luca’s arms around James’s waist as they both giggled.
“I think I need to have some new shirts made,” Jacob said. “They can be matching.”
Luca pulled James up, grinning at James’s Daddy. “Twins?”
“Twins!” James lifted his arms into the air.
“Twin menaces,” Jacob said.
Luca shook his head as he smiled as wide as he could. “Daddy’s good boy!”
Brad crouched beside him. “You are going to get a good span—”
“Brad?”
Daddy stopped talking as his entire body froze. His blue eyes met Luca’s with an expression of pain and panic transformed his teasing to horror.
“It is you!” A young man around Luca’s age rushed over, grabbing Brad’s arm, pulling Brad to his feet.
Together James and Luca hurried to stand up as well.
“Look at you.” The young guy rubbed his hand over the muscles of Brad’s chest. “You’re even bigger than you were.”
Who the fuck was this?
Brad scrambled away from that wandering hand. He was shaking his head while nearly tripping over his own feet. Brad’s gaze landed on Luca. There was a plea for help on Brad’s face that instantly put Luca on the defensive.
Okay, that look was crystal clear. Brad did not want this guy close.
That was good, because Luca was about to lose his shit. Even with Brad backing away, the guy was still trying to touch him. Still talking to him.
“I really thought you’d go all emo and maybe gain all that weight back,” the stranger said.
“Luca.” Brad’s voice cracked.
“Luca?” The guy laughed. “Are you going to pretend you forgot my name?”
“No.” Luca stepped up behind the stranger to stand in front of his boyfriend.
As strong as Brad was this one fucking asshole still had the ability to bring back all the pain that Brad was trying to let go.
Oh, Luca knew who this was. Only one person could put that much hurt in Brad’s eyes. “He was calling for me. Who are you?”
The lithe handsome blond ran his gaze down Luca’s body and back up before sneering, “Hmm.”
Oh! This little shit! With the onesie that this was wearing he was at least acting like a little although Luca knew the truth. What was this asshole even doing in their club? Had he come searching for Brad or another victim?
“This is your new little?” Brad’s ex sounded disgusted.
Well that made two of them.
“Let me guess,” Luca replied, not giving Brad a chance to respond. “Jordan?”
The blond smirked. “He still talks about me, does he?”
Behind Brad’s ex, Jacob slipped out the door.
“Yeah, as a cautionary tale,” Luca quipped. “What, or who, not to do.”
The blond huffed. “Yeah, right.”
“Wait!” James joined Luca, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. “Is this the thief? The liar? The pretend little?”
Brad sharing his past history with the rest of their friends just the night before was really coming in handy. James and fuming beside Luca appearing just as pissed off as Luca felt. Luca had friends at his back. Hell, he had a whole room who would come to their defense if needed.
They’d already had the attention of everyone in the room. With James’s words there were several gasps.
“Yep. The guy that freaked out when my Daddy broke up with him called us all freaks. Said there was something wrong with Brad for wanting to take care of him.”
That caused several of the Daddies and Mommies to rise.
Yep, this asshole was not going to find anyone on his side. Not in this room.
“Didn’t he also say that he should call the cops on Brad for his desires?” James’s words dripped with anger.
“I believe he did,” Luca replied.
The blond, Jordan, probably realizing that he might be in trouble, glared at them before curling his lip up at Brad.
“What kind of Daddy hides behind his boy? Maybe I wasn’t the problem.
It must have been you. You might have lost all that weight, got your face clear, but you’ll always be the same loser you’ve always been. ”
“No,” Brad said shakily. “I’m not a loser.
A loser wouldn’t have the perfect boyfriend, partner, and little.
You might have tried to take everything from me but you failed.
I don’t mind Luca standing in front of me.
Standing up for me because the one thing that you never understood about being a little was that it takes a strong person, man or woman, to be comfortable with themselves in order to regress. ”
Luca grinned at Brad’s words.
“You might think lying and manipulating makes you powerful. You aren’t. These men standing between us are smarter, kinder, and better people than you’ll ever understand.”
Jacob reentered the room with two security guards and pointed.
Jordan screeched and started to curse but security was there to drag him from the room.
Luca whirled around to check on his man.
Brad still looked shaky as he stared at the floor. It couldn’t have been easy to see his ex. Especially out of nowhere in a place they should have been safe. Would this set their relationship back? Again? Was that little blond asshole going to win?
No! Luca wouldn’t allow it. He was not going to lose Brad. Not when Luca was pretty sure he was halfway in love with him. Luca would fight for his man. And he was pretty sure that he’d have a powerful crew at his back.
He strode forward until his chest bumped against Brad’s. “Are you okay?”
Brad looked up and smiled. “Yes.”
That sounded suspiciously like a real answer.
“Really?” Luca couldn’t help but push.
“There is something that you should know,” Brad said quietly.
“What’s that?”
“I really want to kiss you right now. My little hero.”
Luca loved that nickname. “I need a new shirt!”
Wrapping an arm around his waist, Brad pulled him incredibly closer. Luca was practically climbing him. “I’ll get you whatever you want. First I want your mouth.”
“You always want my mouth,” Luca pointed out.
“Because that’s where my mouth belongs. Against yours.”
“Good answer, Daddy,” Luca whispered and allowed himself to be kissed like they were the only ones in the room—hell, in the whole world.
Brad pulled back slightly so his words were spoken against Luca’s lips. “Mouth to mouth, baby. From here on out.”
“Mouth to mouth, Daddy,” Luca agreed. This time it was him that kissed Brad until breathing didn’t seem all that damn important after all.