Page 17 of Hiding From Laughter
Ashton
No.
No.
No.
No all done.
“You need a drink and you need a snack.”
My naughty man sighed and scooped me up. “Don’t glare at me. It’s not cheating.”
Yes. Cheating.
Play.
“I agreed to let you finish coloring that one page, not the whole book.”
My naughty man huffed when I pouted good. “You were the one who was cheating.”
My colors.
No cheat.
“If you suck your quiet toy any harder it’s going to pop.”
My naughty man chuckled when I went faster harder. “I think I need to order at least one more of those.”
Mine.
“Alright, wrap your legs around me.”
My naughty man wiggled me and I had to be a monkey, so I made the sound. “Yes. Monkey time.”
He was so silly.
He made the sound too.
“I might need to tickle my monkey.”
My naughty man patted my bottom. “You’re still dry.”
Bossy naughty man.
Color. Color. Color. No tickle time.
“Just pointing to the living room doesn’t give me as much information as you seem to think, silly monkey.”
My naughty man kissed my head. “But I’m thinking that means you were too busy for tickles or diaper time.”
Yes.
No wiggles.
No wiggles.
“It’s time to think about your diaper, though.”
My naughty man rubbed my back before he got my bottle out of the fridge. “I bet you have a full bladder. That can’t be comfortable. You won’t be able to relax and drink your milk if your tummy aches.”
Cheater. Cheater.
“Does my good boy have tummy aches?”
My naughty man asked silly questions. “Or does my good boy make sure his tummy feels nice?”
Cheater. Cheater.
“If you relaxed, I bet your tummy would feel nice.”
Kiss. Kiss. “I bet if you relaxed, you’d feel like a good boy.”
Ugh.
My naughty man wanted big bed snuggles.
“Hold tight little monkey.”
Kiss. Kiss. Hug. “That’s right.”
Up.
Up.
Up.
No wiggles.
No wiggles.
“All safe. Good job, monkey.”
My naughty man poked my side with the bottle. “You feel like a robot.”
No. Good boy.
My naughty man chuckled. “A grumpy robot, stiff and grumbly.”
He sat us down on the bed and snuggled me tight. “We’ll have this in just a second.”
No bottle.
Ugh.
Tummy rubbies. “We’re just going to cuddle for a minute until you remember who’s in charge.”
My naughty man.
Ugh.
I hid my face and poked his chest.
“That’s right. I’m in charge. I’m in charge of everything, right?”
My naughty man was stubborn and kissed my head. Wait. Wait. Wait. “That’s right. Good nod, baby. You’re such a good boy.”
Cheater.
“You’ve been a good boy when you were coloring and playing. You were a good boy when you let me feed you lunch and you were a good boy when you used your diaper this morning.”
’Cause my naughty man tickle cheater.
“You were even a good boy when we played toys in the tub.”
My naughty man shrugged. “So I know you’re going to be a good boy now.”
Ugh. Big big cheater.
Even tummy rubs.
Lots of big cheater.
My naughty man kissed my head and hugged me so tight I popped. He did it. He was naughty. He was sneaky. He was cuddly too.
“Oh, my good boy.”
My naughty man gave me more kisses and was so excited I sighed…and huffed…and pouted…and groaned.
My naughty man laid me down.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can have a drink.”
My naughty man smiled but cuddles and a bottle and big smiles meant naps. “Then we’ll snuggle up together and I’ll read you another story.”
Cheater. Cheater.
Not gonna look.
My naughty man chuckled. “You’re so silly. Are you playing possum? Hmm, what other animal could you be? Oh, are you a hibernating bear?”
Silly. Silly.
“Shaking your head, huh?”
My naughty man made thinky sounds as he tugged my legs and moved me to the side of the bed and made me look. “Let’s see. What else could you be?”
He even went tap, tap, tap on his chin.
He was a silly monkey.
“You could be a sleepy cat.”
He made a big happy face like he was so smart as he unsnapped my special shirt. “You’d be a very cute cat.”
No kitty cat.
“Shaking your head, huh?”
My naughty man snickered. “Must be like the pup thing.”
Ugh. Silly. Silly.
“That’s okay.”
My naughty man leaned over and kissed my nose. “I like my cuddly boy.”
Lots.
He liked his cuddly boy lots.
My naughty man liked taking care of me and liked changing my diaper too.
“Hiding behind your hands again?”
My naughty man made a thinking sound. “I think you like it when I take care of you and I think you like being my helpless boy.”
No.
Maybe.
My naughty man liked it…and I liked my naughty man.
“A lot of special subs like having someone to take care of them.”
My naughty man kept talking as he took off my diaper but I kept hiding.
I didn’t have to look.
I didn’t have to talk.
Could I turn off my ears?
Shoot.
No fingers to plug my ears.
My naughty man cheated.
He chuckled. “Yes. A lot of special subs like having all their control taken away by something nice and relaxing. They like playing and they like watching cartoons. They like bottle time and quiet toys.”
My naughty man liked to talk.
“They like being wrapped up tight and rubbing their diapers.”
My naughty man patted the front of my new diaper making me wiggle. “Just like that. They like bubble baths and having someone special feed them.”
Not gonna listen.
Nope.
I didn’t have to.
I was my naughty man’s special boy and he had to do everything ’cause that’s what he liked.
“Oh, hiding your ears? That’s a lot of hiding.”
My naughty man needed to worry more. “So I guess you don’t want to hear about what else special subs called littles might like or what their Daddies do.”
Nope.
“Then we won’t talk about it.”
My naughty man snapped my shirt and kissed my nose. “We’ll just have bottle time and snuggle and nap instead.”
Cheater.
Cheater.
Cheater.
“Nods? Good boy.”
My naughty man kissed me again and then scooped me up. “Cuddle time. Bottle time. Naptime. But not talking time.”
He was sneaky.
“I won’t talk about little stuff or Daddy stuff, just about bottle time and cute stuff like the way you give me cuddles.”
My naughty man got me back on his lap. “Trade.”
He got my quiet toy out and my bottle in fast.
“No talking for you either.”
My naughty man gave me head kisses and I forgot to close my ears. I had to snuggle. That’s what happened with bottle time. “That’s my sweet boy. Cuddles for me. You’re the best snuggle bug. Oh, that’s what you were. You were a little bug. Like the ones that roll up and hide.”
My naughty man was silly.
He was talking and snuggling and cuddling and…
****
“Hmm…squirms and groans and hiding under your pillow?”
Micha’s overly cheerful voice made me groan again. “Fair warning. If you’re big again, I’m going to talk.”
Waking up from a nap was supposed to be nice.
“I don’t have to listen.”
He’d freed my hands at some point, so I could plug my fingers in my ears as I hummed.
He cheated again.
The brat started rubbing the front of my diaper and was thoroughly enjoying making the hard-on situation worse.
Hmm.
Maybe waking up humping the bed had been a good clue about my frame of mind?
“La. La. La.”
Singing softly, I couldn’t help rolling the frame of mind thing around in my head again. Little. He’d said that was me being little. “La. La. La.”
That hadn’t been anything like the littles at the munches, though.
I didn’t throw things or talk back or talk at all.
I wasn’t stressful.
I was cute and he liked taking care of me.
“I’m cute.”
Well shoot. “And you like taking care of me. You can’t change your mind.”
Well fuck.
I got lapped again.
“I’m not…like that anymore.”
Huffing, I glared at him. “This is unnecessary.”
Micha snorted and rolled his eyes. “Bullshit. This is where you talk to me the best, so this is where you’re going to stay.”
He was so dramatic sometimes.
“I don’t see why talking is necessary.”
We were doing fine without it.
“And that’s why we’re going to talk.”
His stern look had me pretending it wasn’t sexy as fuck, but I wasn’t sure it was believable. “When you were taking your nap, I had time to think.”
That was always a bad sign.
“Sighing isn’t going to get you out of this.”
His words said he was going to be stubborn, but I got a quick peck too, so he was definitely sending mixed signals. “I realized if I let things continue, you were never going to accept being little or what we were doing in general.”
So?
“I don’t see why that’s a bad thing.”
Talking was overrated and acceptance was even worse.
Micha barked out a booming laugh and settled back against the head of the bed. “I know. That occurred to me too.”
He’d had entirely too much time to think…naps were clearly terrible things.
“So, I decided that instead of waiting for you to finally make yourself sick worrying over what we were doing—whenever we got to that point—I was just going to circumvent it and talk about the situation now.”
His look said stubbornness was setting in and I made a mental vow to fight naps harder from that point on.
Hell, I’d go to bed at reasonable hours going forward to make sure we didn’t find ourselves in this position ever again.
“I’m not even going to ask what’s going through your head.”
He didn’t ask but he kissed my head. “I’m going to just spell out a few things. But I remember the rules. You don’t have to talk.”
Good.
Where was my quiet toy?
He needed a visual reminder too.
Digging around under the pillows didn’t help me, but it did prompt Micha to be helpful, and he grabbed it off the nightstand on his side of the bed. “Are you searching for buried treasure or your quiet toy?”
“That.”
Treasure might be good too. Then I could hire someone to hold their hands over my ears as I hummed.
Shoving my quiet toy in my mouth, I glared at him and silently told him I was ready.
“You’re so cute.”
He kissed my cheek and took his time torturing me. He even stroked his hand over my head and snuggled me tighter against his chest. “I liked cuddling with you during naptime and I liked giving you a bottle.”
Of course he did…I was cute and he was a caretaker Dom.
Duh.
“So stubborn.”
His smile just made me crazier. “One of the things I’ve decided is that I’m not going to avoid using the word Daddy any longer. You don’t have to use the word or even say it. You don’t even have to think the word.”
Micha paused, cocking his head and studying me. “I’m not sure I want to know what you’ve been calling me in your head.”
Nope.
His sigh said he could read that on my face.
“Never mind. I’m not going to ask.”
Micha was smart and knew he was smart too. “Back on track. I’m going to call myself your Daddy because that’s how I think of myself when you’re little. And I’m going to call you little too. But that’s my word. You don’t have to use it.”
I sucked on my quiet toy harder.
Just because he’d decided to be a pain in the butt didn’t mean I had to respond to it.