Page 43 of A Little Christmas! 4: Song
“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Gage asked him, letting go of Cooper’s hand so he could stroke Zachy’s hair. “It’s not polite to eavesdrop on Daddy’s conversation.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Uh-huh, you better close your eyes and go to sleep before you get your cute little tail in trouble,” Gage warned him.
He didn’t make another peep, just burrowed back against Song as Gage kept stroking his hair to help lull him to sleep.
“We should probably get some sleep,” Cooper said, “or all of us will be in rough shape tomorrow.”
“Which is exactly why we will be ordering room service and staying in for a bit,” Gage said. “There is no law saying that we can’t spend our last day in the Big Apple being lazy.”
“You’ll hear no arguments out of me.”
“Even with room service, we’ll probably still need to grab a coffee before we head out on one last trek,” Cooper muttered.
“Matcha green tea?” Zachy muttered.
Grumbling, Gage drummed his fingers on the blanket. “Little one, if you don’t take your butt to sleep, you are going to have corner time in the morning and absolutely no matcha green tea latte before we head out.”
“Eep,” he whimpered and burrowed deeper into the pillows.
“I’m going to give him an eep in a moment,” Cooper declared.
“What, didn’t get enough in the bathroom?” Gage asked, lightly slapping Zachy’s ass when he started giggling.
“Why so squirmy?” Song grumbled, sounding an equal mix of sleepy and annoyed.
“The daddies are being naughty,” Zachy stage-whispered.
“That’s it,” Cooper said, the bed bouncing some, and then Zachy started laughing, and it took Gage a moment to realize that it was because Cooper had started tickling him.
His arms slid beneath Gage’s under the covers, so Gage started searching for a seam that would allow him to slide his hands beneath the blankets too. Zachy thrashed, squirming, his fingers dancing up Gage’s sides as he started trying to retaliate. Tickling more, Gage got him turned over to face the correct target, only instead of Cooper, he must have found Song, because he started thrashing around too.
“Friendly fire! Friendly fire!” Song complained. “Abort mission! Holy shit! How is this even fair?!”
“Gotta pee, Papa, gotta pee!” Zachy squealed, scrambling from the bed the moment Cooper stopped tickling him.
Song grumbled insincere complaints about being woken and tickled mercilessly as he tried to tug the blankets back around him. “How did that even start?”
“Zachy was being nosy instead of sleeping,” Cooper declared.
Song huffed in response. “I owe him a tickle.”
“That you will save for morning,” Gage declared. “Or you will find yourself in the naughty corner right along with Zachy.”
“Eep!”
“Uh-huh, another eep,” Cooper said. “There’s been a lot of eeps from two boys who are supposed to be asleep.”
“Sorry, Papa.”
“Sure you are,” Cooper growled, drawing out his Rs until Song shivered. “If I hear one more eep from the middle of the bed, no matter who makes it, you will both be warming Daddy’s and Papa’s cocks tomorrow, and you will not be allowed to come. Is that understood?”
“Eep!” Zachy declared as he stepped out of the bathroom just in time to hear Cooper’s declaration.
“That so doesn’t count,” Song protested. “It didn’t come from the middle of the bed.”
Cooper grumbled, but Song did have him there.