by Ruby Keller
When I opened my eyes and looked down, I saw Elijah smiling up at us, the mixture of our cum leaking out of his mouth and down his chin.
I lay on my back on the bed and sighed in contentment, holding onto Elijah's hand. "That felt so good, sweetheart."
He lay down next to me and rubbed his hand on my chest. "It felt good to suck you both off."
Oliver chuckled. "We taught our boy well, Lance. Just when you think you couldn't feel any better, he gives you the best orgasm of your life."
"Yeah." I beamed. "It's like his mouth was made for our cocks."
"Not just his mouth." He grinned and shook his head. "It's like our sweet boy was made just for us."
"And my Daddies were made just for me." He put his arms around our necks and pulled us in closer.
Chapter 13: Oliver
I knew Elijah would fall asleep in Lance’s arms the moment it was time was for his afternoon nap. He was tired out from all the work he did that morning, single-handedly taking care of his Daddies' sexual needs. He fell asleep in Lance's arms just after Lance read him a few pages of his favorite book about mama duck searching for her duckling.
Elijah's Little headspace had been a way for him to let go of his worries and stop replaying the lifelong trauma in his mind. It had worked like a charm but now that he was getting professional help, he didn't really need it as much.
When he first came back from the psych ward, I was prepared for him not wanting to go into his little headspace anymore. Sure, it would've been very hard for me to let go of my Daddy instincts, but I was so glad when he still went into his headspace just as much. He didn't need to but he wanted to, because he enjoyed wanting to be taken care of, and as his Daddies we wanted nothing more.
Our boy looked so cute sleeping in Lance's arms, hugging his Daddy tight in his sleep and mouth slightly open in hopes that we would put a binky in his mouth. It gave me such joy knowing that even asleep he knew his Daddies would take care of him. Lance motioned with his head for me to take him.
I nodded and walked over quietly, kneeling before them and scooping him up in my arms. He was mumbling in his sleep but I couldn't hear him, so I moved my head closer.
"Have I been a good boy, Daddy?" He asked half asleep, his eyes briefly opening to see who he was talking to.
"The best, my sweet boy." I kissed his head and he smiled before closing them again, going back to the land of dreams, probably dreaming of riding bears and dinosaurs.
As I carried him into the nursery, Lance followed me. I put him onto the bed and pressed his favorite binky between his lips. He instinctively began sucking on it vigorously. When Lance put his stuffed bear against his chest, he smiled in his sleep and hugged onto it tightly.
Lance kissed his head and we lay next to him for a few minutes. I knew he liked it when we did that because it made him feel safe. He was asleep and he wouldn't know we were there but it was so satisfying to watch him sleep without a care in the world, knowing his Daddies would take care of him even when he was asleep.
We tiptoed out of the nursery, closing the door and taking seats on the couch. Lance was a Daddy too but somehow, I'd been developing a need to take care of him too. It was in my nature to take care of people I cared about in my life and it made me happy.
I held onto his hand and kissed it. "How are you holding up? You haven't been running off into the woods and that's a good sign. Did having a place to visit Clayton help you any?"
"A lot, actually." He rested his head on my shoulder. "I can't thank you enough for making me go. I'm not so anxious anymore because I know I can talk to him whenever I want to. I know he can't hear me but it's comforting. Getting things off my chest before Clayton's parents helped too. I was angry at them back then, but all I feel now is pity, pity that they didn't get to fully know their own son. He was beautiful inside and out, each aspect of him special and it was what made him Clayton. They ignored certain important aspects of him, only loving an unreal version of him, a version who only existed in their mind. I feel so privileged to be the only one who truly knew and loved every aspect of him."
"Every time I hear you talk about Clayton it makes me want to meet him." I kissed his head. "It's always the good ones that get taken away too soon. Criminals and thugs get to live long and healthy lives but the kind ones die so young sometimes. Life is so random, cruel, and unfair."
He looked up at me and smiled. "But don’t you see how beautiful it is at the same time? It blessed us when Elijah walked into our lives."
"It truly is," I said as the front door flew open and Coco walked in with her cub, Teddy. "Oh, wow. The bears are here after such a long time. I hope they don't leave before Elijah wakes up. He has so many new developments to tell them about."
Lance chuckled as they lumbered over and sat before us. "They don't understand a word he says but he looks so adorable talking to them, doesn't he?"
"I know." I laughed, patting Teddy's head. "The bears are so patient with him, as if they know he's in his Little headspace and they need to pretend to listen until he gives them what they want, some honey and belly rubs."
He sighed with a smile, moving his head onto my lap as he began stroking Coco's belly who was lying on the floor. " I love our boy. He's one of a kind and precious."
I looked down and grinned at him. It felt so good to have him so close physically. I was beginning to feel for Lance what I initially felt for Elijah. It was love but I was so scared of using the L-word. When my ex-wife cheated with my best friend, I was forever scarred. It imbibed in me a fear of saying I love someone out loud. I eventually got used to saying it to Elijah but now I'd have to start all over again with Lance.
"He truly is." I stopped petting Teddy and stroked Lance's hair instead. Teddy looked at me with his jaw open, staring in disbelief at my betrayal. When he whined, I had to move my hand back to scratching his head.
Lance laughed. "I've been feeling so proud of our boy lately but I don't know why."
"Me too," I said. "I think it's because he's managed to beat all odds. He had convinced himself that his father's physical abuse had done permanent mental damage, that nothing could heal him. He believed it so strongly that even I was beginning to question if getting professional help would change anything. When it did wonders, all I could feel was pride; pride that our boy was trying so hard to heal and succeeding at it. Michael's friendship has been helping him too. He's a lot less anxious socially."
"Yup, that must be it," he said with a smile. "He wouldn't have been able to do it if we didn't believe in him. He needed to see that his Daddies believed in him, and believe in him we did."
"It's so important for us Daddies to be optimistic," I said, slowly letting go of Teddy's head before raking my fingers through Lance's luscious hair. "It's in a boy's nature to look at us for guidance. If we give up hope ourselves how could we guide our boy?"
"You're so good at this, you know." He grinned, sitting up straight when I stopped playing with his hair. "You're a natural, at being a Daddy I mean. Far better than me. After all, it was your idea to have an intervention together and convince him to get professional help. It's hard to believe you're so new at this. What's it been? Not even a year? I've been at it for years and yet I get to learn so much from you."
"I was forced to learn fast on the job," I said, crossing my arms and going down the memory lane. "When Elijah came into my life, he was convinced he was broken from barely surviving a lifetime of physical and mental abuse. He needed a Daddy to tell him everything was going to be alright, that he would be taken care of. I was far from perfect but I had to try. You should've seen him back then. He was a completely different person. You could see it in his eyes that he was hurting badly. I adapted to the situation and before I knew it, I was his Daddy and he was my boy. I learned that there was nothing I wanted more. We've been inseparable ever since."
Lance got off the couch and walked over to the kitchen, returning soon with some honey and a bag of carrots. Looking at her favori
te food Coco threw her head back and loudly howled in excitement like she sometimes did.
"Not so loud, Coco," I whispered with a finger on my lip and stood up. "You'll wake him up."
When I turned around to look at the nursery for signs of stirring. I sighed in relief that there were none. But just as I sat back down on the couch, there were sounds of loud footsteps from nursery and the door opened.
Running towards Coco Elijah threw his arms around her for a hug. "Coco, you're here!"
"Go back to bed, little one." Lance sat next to me with food in his lap. "Naptime has just begun. We'll make sure they stay until you wake up again."
"No, I think I'll skip naptime today, Daddy." He beamed before turning back to her. "Boy, do you have lots to catch up on. There's so much that's changed since the last time you were here. I don't even know where to begin."
Lance and I smiled at each other, knowing we were in for a cuteness overload. When he began speaking, the bears stared at the food in Lance's lap expectantly. We grabbed a carrot each and began handing them out, giving one to our boy too. It was a treat to watch him catch them up to speed while they took small bites out of carrots held between their claws.
Chapter 14: Elijah
"How's your weekend going?" Michael asked on the phone as I paced around the bedroom. He liked to call me sometimes now that I was his friend. I still couldn't believe that I had a friend of my own, something I'd been dreaming about having all my life.
"Pretty good," I said. "The bears came over yesterday and I talked to them. I hope you can meet them someday. Coco's not nice to strangers but she eventually gets used to them. She likes to chase them with her claws out, which can come off as rude in the beginning. Daddy says it's just her natural instinct from chasing her prey. But once she realizes you aren't being offered as a snack, she can be pretty nice."
"She sounds lovely," he said, sounding just as excited as me. "I can't wait. I think our Daddies are arranging a playdate over at your place soon. It's supposed to be a surprise I think so act surprised, and you sure didn't hear it from me."
"Really?" I tried to act cool by trying not to squeal from joy. "We're gonna have so much fun."
"Yup, but I've got more exciting news. The club arranges events for Littles every now and then. It's pretty exclusive and you have to be a longtime member, but Daddy personally knows Nick, the club owner. He's managed to pull some strings at the last minute on my request and long story short, you all can attend the event. It's a storytime event that's being held tonight. We're gonna have so much fun!"
"Oh," I whispered slowly after the silence that followed. "I’m not sure if I can come. I mean I want to, but you know how bad my social anxiety is. The pills and therapy help but at the end of the day it’s still quite daunting for me.“
“Aw, but Daddy had to pull strings and I thought you’d be happy.” He sighed. “I was so excited we would get to hang out at the club again. You did pretty well when you danced with us. I could barely tell you were anxious.”
“Yeah, my anxiety is really weird,” I said, raking fingers through my hair. “I don’t feel so stressed when it’s just a party or if I have to dance because everyone would be busy doing their own thing. But a storytime event at the club would mean strangers’ eyes on me, which makes me anxious and feel judged. I know it sounds silly and lame but it’s something I still struggle with. It’s something I’m working through in therapy and hopefully, I’ll be able to act normal in social situations one day.”
“No, it’s not lame or silly,” he said slowly, sounding sad. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad or different. I guess I was just really excited to hang out with you again. Well, there’ll always be next time.”
I was excited at the opportunity to see him again too, but my unreasonable fears were so deep-rooted that they refused to change. It felt bad to turn him down when he sounded so excited. Therapy had been helping but we hadn’t worked through all my issues yet. I felt so sad at my inability to change and I was beginning to worry. My Daddies didn’t like it when I worried too much and as agreed I had to tell them all about my worries.
After he hung up, I ran over into the living room where they were watching football on the TV. I wasn’t into sports but I knew it was a pretty important game because they’d been talking about it with anticipation for weeks, so I wanted to wait till it ended. They were so lost in the game that they didn’t even notice me step behind them.
When there was a commercial, I saw an opportunity to speak. “When is the game going to end, Daddy?”
“It just started, sweetheart,” Lance said, turning around and patting the seat next to him. “Do you want to watch it with us?”
I giggled and shook my head. “No, I don’t understand sports. There’s just something that’s been bothering me but it can wait till the game’s over. Let me know when it’s done and we can talk.”
When I turned around to leave, I heard the TV switch off before Oliver spoke. “Nonsense, nothing’s more important to us than our boy. Tell Daddy what’s been bothering you and we’ll make it all better.”
When Oliver tapped his lap, its warmth was so appealing that I scurried to him, sitting in their combined laps and wrapping a hand around each of their waists.
“It can really wait, Daddy,” I said as I squeezed onto the stuffed bear he handed me from the table next to him. “It’s nothing important. I feel so silly now for taking your attention away from such a big game.”
"Who were you on the phone with?" Lance asked, running his fingers through my hair the way he knew I liked it when I was stressed. "Was it Michael? What did you boys talk about?"
"He wanted us to join him for an event at the club in the evening." I squeezed my stuffie tighter just thinking about being around so many people. "It's storytime for Littles and he sounded disappointed that I couldn't come. My anxiety is a little better but I'm not sure I'm ready to attend an event. I'm scared of all the eyes on me, and I might have to small talk or mingle with strangers. I did the right thing by turning him down, didn't I?"
"Deep breaths, honey." Oliver took one to show me how, rubbing my back in small circles. "If you're not ready then it's alright. But you said you don't know if you're ready, which is very different. Do you know what I think?"
I nodded vigorously, relaxing the tight grip on my stuffie because I knew he would know the right thing to do. After all, Daddies knew best.
"I think you should try stepping out of your comfort zone for a change," Oliver said. "I know you don't believe it but you're such a brave boy. Yes, a lot braver than you think. You can do anything you can set your heart to, even if it might seem scary in the beginning. You'll never know if the pills and therapy are working unless you do things that you want to do but couldn't before. You want to be able to attend events at the club with Michael, don't you?"
"Yes." I nodded again. "It sounds like a fun thing to do, especially since Michael's going to be there too. The only thing that's stopping me is my fear."
"Well, there you have it," Oliver said. "That is precisely why I think we should go, because you want to. We'll be right there with you, holding onto your hands and giving you strength. We can always leave if you realize your anxiety hasn't gotten better. The thing is, you won't know until you try."
"Your Daddies trust in you, little one." Lance smiled. "There's nothing wrong if you do feel anxious at the event. We could always talk to the therapist and see if there's a different way to help you. So what do you say?"
It was so sweet to hear them call me brave and like now, it always made my chest swell with pride. I had a hard time believing it myself but it didn't matter. If they thought I was their brave boy, then I was going to be brave and make them proud. I instantly relaxed that the decision was made for me. How could they be wrong when they only wanted the best for their boy?
"You're both right," I said with a smile, letting go of my stuffie and throwing my arms around them. "We should go. As long as I have you with me, I kn
ow I'm gonna have fun."
After they gave me a quick peck on the lips Lance said, "Do you want to tell Michael we're coming?"
"Yes," I said, jumping out of their lap and running towards the bedroom. "He'll be so excited I'm coming."
In the evening when it was time to dress me up in the nursery, they stood before me and smiled.
Lance pulled a pair of clothes out of a bag and handed them to me. "We have a surprise for you."
It was a shirt that said 'I have two Daddies and I love my them', and jammies with faces of two cartoon bears.
"Whoa!" I put the shirt against my chest and looked at myself in the mirror. "They look so cool! But where did you buy them from?"
"We had them custom made, of course." Oliver stepped behind me and kissed my head. "Only the best for our sweet boy. The little bears on your jammies are cartoon versions of Coco and Teddy."
"Thank you, Daddy!" I hugged him and then Lance. "It's like every time I wear them, I'll have my family with me. Can I wear them today? I want Michael to see them. Pretty please!"
"Of course." Lance nodded. "We'll get you dressed once we reach the club."
Chapter 15: Lance
Oliver drove us while I sat next to him. The boys were in the back with John, chatting noisily about how much fun they were going to have. It was Elijah's first Little event and it was a valid reason to be excited. But even Michael was stoked about the event despite having been to dozens of them over the years, only because his friend was attending it with him. It showed how much of a close friend he considered Elijah to be, and how close they'd gotten in a matter of months.