by Jayda Marx
As soon as I dug a pair of thick brown socks out of my drawer, I heard a knock on the front door. I went through the living room and opened it, finding my best friend Jett standing on the other side.
“Hey,” he greeted with a toothy smile. “I heard you made it back and I wanted to stop by and see if everything looked okay with the playroom.”
“And this visit has nothing to do with you wanting to get a peek at my boy?” I asked with a smirk. I knew my friend, and that he was curious about more than just the playroom.
“Well, I did bring him a present,” he admitted, bringing a gift bag from around his back. “So if he happens to be around, I wouldn’t mind giving it to him.”
I pursed my lips to keep from laughing; I couldn’t blame him for being curious. We’d been friends for centuries. If the tables were turned, I’d want to meet the man lucky enough to be fated to Jett. Of course in my case, I was the lucky one.
“He’s in the playroom now,” I told him. “I’ll go tell him he’s got a visitor; he’s a little skittish and I don’t want to surprise him.”
“I understand. I’m really happy for you, Nikolai. I’m jealous as hell, but I’m still thrilled for you.”
“Thanks.” I thumped him on the shoulder and his smile grew wider. “And to answer your original question, the playroom looks amazing. Thank you for getting it all ready; I owe you one. When Izzy saw it, he cried tears of joy.”
“Oh, I’m so glad he liked it. I was worried I didn’t get enough variety, but I saw all of those plush toys and remembered what you said about him liking soft things.”
“No, you did great. And the soft items were perfect; Izzy’s had enough harshness in his life. He deserves comfort.”
Jett’s brows furrowed in. “What happened? Was it his parents? You said they were assholes.”
“His dad cut off his fucking ear, and then both his parents disowned him.”
“Jesus.” Jett’s face dropped into a pained expression as he shook his head. “That poor boy. I’m glad he found you.”
Before I could answer, Izzy’s call of, “Daaaaddy!” floated into the room, making my heart beat faster.
Izzy burst into the room, cradling an armful of stuffed animals and running towards me with a grin stretched from ear to ear. “Daddy, look! I found so many new friends for Flopsy and-” the moment he saw Jett, Izzy squeaked and dove behind me to hide.
“Should I go?” Jett asked in a vampire whisper and wearing a guilty expression.
“No, stay; I really want you two to meet. I just need a moment to check on him.”
“Of course.” He took a step back to give us some space, and I turned around to take Izzy into my arms.
“It’s okay, little one,” I spoke gently into his ear. “You don’t have to be afraid; this is my best friend Jett. He stopped by to say hello; he even brought you a gift.”
“He did?” he whispered back, and I nodded, rubbing our cheeks together. “But Daddy...he’ll see me in my diaper. I don’t want him to laugh at me.”
“I’ll help you change if it will make you more comfortable, but I promise Jett won’t laugh at you; he’s a Daddy too.”
“Really? Does he have a little boy too?”
“Not yet, but hopefully soon.”
Izzy peeked around my side, and then snapped back into his hiding spot. “He doesn’t look scary.” Jett covered a laugh with a cough; he could easily hear every word we were whispering.
“He’s not,” I assured. “He’s very nice. Would you like to meet him?” Izzy thought for a moment before giving a tiny nod. “Thank you, little one; this means a lot to me. Would you like for me to hold your toys?”
“Yes, please.” He handed over all of his animals except for his bunny, which he held close as he stepped around me to stand in front of Jett.
My friend was only a few inches taller than Israel and not much thicker. He had hair in such a dark shade of brown that it looked almost black, with eyes to match. When I first met Jett, I was admittedly surprised to hear that he was a Daddy; until I got to know him. He was a tender soul, yet a fierce protector to those he cared about.
"Hello, Israel," Jett greeted with a gentle smile. "It's so nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," my boy replied. "You can call me Izzy if you want to."
"Thank you, Izzy. You know, your Daddy and I have been friends for a very long time."
"How old are you?" Izzy asked before slapping a hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry; was that rude?"
Jett and I both laughed, and my friend answered, "Not at all. It's fun to hear about vampire ages, huh?" I hadn't explicitly told Jett that Izzy knew of our identity, but Izzy's age question was a pretty big clue. My boy nodded and Jett told him, "I'm just a young thing myself; I'm only two hundred seven." Izzy giggled into his hand, and my heart warmed at how well they were getting along. "That's a very nice bunny you have there."
"Thank you. Daddy bought it for me because of its special ears." Izzy held his toy out for Jett to inspect.
"Oh my, it does have nice ears. I bet he can hear everything with those; I just hope he won't trip on them." Izzy giggled again and I feared I'd pass out from sweetness overload. "I don't want to keep you and your Daddy from playtime, but before I go, I'd like to give you something."
Izzy tucked Flopsy under his arm and clapped as Jett handed him the blue glittery gift bag he held. "May I open it now?" Jett answered yes, but Izzy still double checked with me. At my nod, he pulled a large pile of rainbow fluff from the sack. It only took a moment to realize it was an oversized blanket made of tie dyed faux fur. "It's so soft!" Izzy exclaimed, rubbing it across his face.
"I wasn't sure what your favorite color was, so I got one that had them all."
"I love all colors, so this is perfect," Izzy gushed. "Thank you, Jett. I'm going to sleep under it tonight and I bet it keeps me nice and toasty."
"You're very welcome," Jett replied with a proud grin. "I'll let you two get back to your fun, but it was very nice to meet you, Izzy. Your Daddy is a lucky guy."
Izzy shocked me by telling Jett, "Maybe you can come play with us sometime. I have a big playroom; it would be lots of fun."
"That does sound like fun. When you're ready, just have your Daddy call me. I'm looking forward to it already."
"Me too."
"He's incredible," Jett whispered for my ears only. "Congratulations."
"Thank you," I answered with a bow of my head.
"See you guys later," Jett said aloud, and Izzy waved happily as I shut the door.
"You were right, Daddy; he's very nice."
"I'm glad you think so. I hope the two of you become the best of friends."
Izzy nodded excitedly and held out his gift. "Feel this blanket he gave me. Isn't it great?"
I stretched my hand around his toys to stroke the soft, velvety fur. "Oh, that's very nice. Do you want to put it on the bed so it's ready for bedtime?"
Izzy shook his head and collected all of his treasures into his hands. "I've got a super fun idea. Follow me!"
Chapter Six
Izzy hurried back into his playroom with me on his heels, wondering what his 'super fun' idea was.
He rested his animals on the floor and asked, "Daddy, will you help me straighten this blanket out? That way we can all have somewhere to sit."
"Sure." I helped him spread out the corners and smooth out the fabric so that the blanket was nice and flat on the floor. When Izzy placed several animals on the fabric I asked, "Are they going to have a picnic?"
"I was thinking about a tea party, but a picnic is an even better idea." He cupped his hands around his mouth and whispered, "I don't like tea anyway; even if it's pretend," like it was a dirty secret.
"We haven't had lunch yet; why don't we have a picnic lunch with real food right here?"
"Oh Daddy, that sounds so fun!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down and clapping his hands.
"Would you like to help pick out some food?"
"Yes!" He sprinted towards the kitchen and I followed behind, chuckling the whole way.
"Before we choose lunch, I need to get these socks on you," I told him once we reached the kitchen. I gripped him by the hips and set him up on the countertop to roll the socks onto his chilly feet. "There we go."
"Thanks, Daddy." He popped a kiss to my lips and turned around, propping up onto his knees to look into the cabinets.
"See anything good?" I asked amusedly, letting him take the lead.
"Hmm...I don't see any cookies."
I snorted a laugh. "We can't have cookies for lunch."
He looked back at me with those big, beautiful eyes. "But we could have them for dessert."
"True, but I'm sorry; I don't have any cookies here." I preferred savory foods over sweets.
"That's okay," he replied, but his body deflated.
Goddammit; he can play me like a fiddle without even trying. "I'll tell you what; you and I can make a trip to the grocery store tomorrow. We'll buy lots of foods that you like; both healthy ones and some treats for my good boy." I was wrapped around his little finger and I liked it there.
"Yay, cookies!" he cheered. "Thank you. You're a very wonderful Daddy."
"No need to butter me up," I smirked. "I already said yes to the cookies."
"I would never," he insisted seriously, but then he ruined his defense when he burst into giggles.
"Alright, stinker." I pinched his bottom gently and Izzy laughed again. "Let's see what we can find to fill up your belly."
We agreed on turkey sandwiches, grapes, and graham crackers, which were the closest things I had to cookies. Izzy helped me stack the lunch meat onto the bread, and then I cut off his crusts. I poured two cups of apple juice and carried them back to the playroom, along with several extra empty glasses for his animal friends.
We sat cross-legged on the soft blanket while we ate. Just like he promised, my boy gobbled down all of his fruit before moving on to his other foods. He guzzled a whole glass of apple juice and got a look of intense concentration on his face. I was about to ask what he was doing until he whispered, “Dang it,” under his breath and asked for another glass of juice. Then I realized he was trying to use his diaper. My heart fluttered but I kept my face neutral in case he wasn’t able to. I didn’t want him to think I was disappointed.
After two more glasses, Izzy placed a cracker in front of each of his stuffies, but in the end, he said that they were full, so he had to eat them all. I'd have to watch to make sure he didn't try that little trick again when we had cookies in the house.
Once we were finished eating, Izzy helped me carry our dishes back into the kitchen before excitedly visiting his toys again.
He spent the next several hours playing, his face glowing with pure bliss. He taught his toys how to play hopscotch, and then he asked me to roll them all up into his blanket like a burrito as he giggled like crazy.
He stacked up his plush blocks just to run them down with his truck. I worried for a moment when they all toppled onto his head, but he just smiled and got a new game idea; he became a construction worker. He built tall structures that needed demolished…which of course meant that he either pushed them over or kicked the squares across the room.
And finally, he covered half of the room in his plushies and asked me to lie down in the pile next to him. We spread our legs and arms until we created two toy angels. He couldn't decide if he wanted to leave them so that he could look at them for a while or if he wanted to pick up the toys so his playroom was pretty again. I suggested taking a photo to remember our fun, and Izzy called me a genius again. He got an extra long kiss for that.
I helped him tidy his room and by the time I put the last animal in its place, I felt as if I were floating on air. Nothing in my life had ever made me as happy as being near Izzy. I loved watching him light up and come alive; when he was playing and exploring, he was free. Knowing that I played a part in helping him find his peace was overwhelming; it filled me with joy and purpose like I'd never known. His happiness was my own.
I wanted to do something special for him; to make his evening memorable in every way, so I suggested, "Would you like to order a pizza for dinner and watch a movie while we eat?"
"Really? Oh yes, Daddy. I haven't watched a movie in so long. I couldn't afford a TV at my old place."
Even though it wasn't a necessity, I hated that he didn't have something that would bring him joy. "Well, we have lots of movie options here. Let's go pick one and then I'll place our dinner order."
Izzy didn't zoom off as I expected. Instead, he hugged Flopsy close and looked up at me with nervous eyes. "Before we do that...can you change me, Daddy?" He blushed when he added, "I'm wet."
I didn't have the words to express how much this moment meant to me; how grateful I was for his submission and trust. So I didn't say anything. I lifted him from the floor and cradled his body close to mine as I carried him to the changing mat.
I lay him down gently before cupping his cheeks in my hands. I gazed into his eyes; into him, pouring out all of my love and wonder for this precious boy. I swallowed though my throat was dry, and managed to whisper, "Thank you."
Izzy answered with a sweet smile. The nerves melted from his face and his body language relaxed. He was comfortable in his Daddy's care.
I collected a fresh diaper, wipes, and lotion from the dresser so that I could get him taken care of as quickly as possible. I pulled his shorts down to his knees and untaped the sides of his diaper. "Ready?"
Izzy gave a confident nod, so I peeled back the front flap and swiped a wet cloth against his skin, making him shiver. "I'm sorry, baby; almost done." He lifted his bottom to allow me to pull his diaper free, and I rolled it up and tossed it away.
Wanting to keep his skin soft and protected, I rubbed lotion from his belly button to his thighs. His dick twitched, but didn't rise to the occasion this time around. In one swift movement, I slid the fresh cotton beneath him and fastened it closed. Once I settled his shorts on his waist again and cleaned my hands with sanitizing gel, I gave Izzy a big smile that matched his own.
"Thank you, little one," I told him again. "Thank you for sharing that with me, and for trusting me to take care of you."
Izzy lifted his arms to wrap me in a hug. "Thank you for giving me everything I need."
I scooped him off of the table and carried him and Flopsy into the living room. Once we were settled in on the sofa together, I placed an order with the pizza shop fifty three floors down and brought up the movie app on my television for Izzy to pick what he liked.
We stuffed ourselves full of cheese pizza before snuggling under Izzy's rainbow blanket to watch "The Little Mermaid". He loved the bright colors and fun songs, but his favorite part was the talking crab. Izzy tried to imitate its Jamaican accent; it wasn't even close, but it was adorable.
I felt guilty that I didn't have any desserts or treats for my boy until I remembered the lollipop I bought him the night before. I retrieved it from the things he brought from his apartment and Izzy happily licked away as we watched the singing sea creatures save the day.
"Dat was a great movie, mon," Izzy said once the film stopped, and I chuckled at his accent attempt.
"I liked it too," though my favorite part was watching him enjoy it. "It's getting late, little one. Are you starting to get sleepy?"
"Nope. My sucker gave me energy and I'm ready to play some more."
I shook my head at his big, cheesy smile. "It's nine o'clock, Izzy. That's not play time; it's sleepy time."
"But Daddy, I really do have energy! Look; my eyes aren't droopy at all." He popped his eyes open as widely as possible and I laughed again.
"I can see that. Okay, we don't have to go to bed yet, but I think I know something that will relax you; how about I give you a nice warm bubble bath?"
"That's a great idea! Race you there!" He leapt from the couch and hustled towards the bathroom; my boy certainly did have a lot of energy. When I
crossed through the living area and stepped into the bathroom, Izzy was sitting on the closed toilet wearing a triumphant grin. "I won."
"Yes you did. For your prize, you get to pick which bubbles you want in your bath." He clapped as I grabbed a couple of bottles from the cabinet. I planned on buying scents that were more fun, but for the time being, his only options were vanilla or lavender.
"Hmm." Izzy studied each bottle. "Let's go with vanilla; then my bath will smell like a big sugar cookie."
"Good choice." I plugged the drain and turned the taps, making sure the water wasn't too hot or cold. I turned to Izzy and asked, "Are you wet again? If so, I need to wipe you down before you get in."
"Nope, I'm dry."
"Okay then, let's get these clothes off of you." By the time I had Izzy stripped down, the tub was half full of water. I poured in a generous amount of vanilla soap and watched as bubbles climbed up the sides of the basin.
I turned off the taps and held Izzy's hand to help steady him as he climbed over the high wall and settled down into the water. "Ooh, this feels so nice." He shimmied down until just the tops of his shoulders were peeking out of the bubbles. "Will you come in with me, Daddy? There's plenty of room." I'd planned on washing Izzy from outside of the tub, but his idea sounded much better.
Izzy held his breath as he watched me strip down to my underwear. When I slid my thumbs beneath the waistband, Izzy's bottom lip wedged between his teeth. I pushed the fabric to the floor, and his jaw went slack, releasing his lip as his eyes widened, taking in the sight of my cock.
Even soft, it hung thick and uncut between my thighs, resting atop my heavy balls which were covered in dark blond hair. His hungry gaze made it plump even more. "Daddy, you're so gorgeous," he whispered. "I love your body."
"And I love yours."
I climbed into the opposite end of the tub, facing Izzy as I sank into the water. "Oh, this is nice." I tangled my legs with his and reached out to take his hands. "I haven't taken a bath in so long; I usually just jump in the shower."