Page 18 of Hiding From Laughter

Micha

Somehow he made stubbornness really sexy, but it wasn’t the time to let him know that. The way he was sucking on his binkie said he wasn’t in the mood to hear it. But I kept it in my back pocket for a good distraction.

Eventually he was going to realize he was still in his onesie and his diaper.

“You’re really good at distracting me.”

It was an art form he’d been working at perfecting. “But to go back to my original thoughts, I’m going to use the words I’m most comfortable with but you can use whatever words you’re most comfortable with.”

He huffed but then gave a firm nod.

That didn’t mean I was going to ask what he was thinking, though.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement on that.”

It seemed like a reasonable starting point no matter how many times he sighed. “I’d also like to plan a trip to that BDSM club we were talking about last year. They have a private bathroom setup where we can do a losing control kind of scene where you’re big and not in a diaper.”

His eyes went wide before he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

So surprise and frustration that I was bringing it up?

Since it was basically what I’d expected, I kept going. “We can work out a scene or I can use what we’ve already discussed and design one that will be a surprise to you. All I need from you at this point is which one you’d rather go with.”

He’d also need to have some kind of discussion with the owners of the club, but we’d come to that drama when we had to.

“One finger for work out the scene together. Two fingers for I’m in charge.”

I understood why he rolled his eyes but it had to be asked. “And color, please.”

Two fingers came up and he wrote the letter G on my chest with his finger.

That worked for me.

“Alright. I’ll make the decision and you’re green. Frustrated with me but green.”

His enthusiastic nod had me trying not to laugh. “I’m going to send you a limits list specifically for those types of rooms. The club has one I can download from their site. You answer it electronically or in a conversation. Your choice.”

His choice was dramatic sighs and more eye rolls, but he nodded after a few seconds and mimed writing.

“That’s what I thought you’d say but choices are sometimes important.”

He looked at me like I was being ridiculous, but I ignored it. “We’re going to see a variety of different types of people and situations at the club. Are you okay with that? Is there anything you don’t want to see that we haven’t talked about?”

Ashton wasn’t particularly curious about seeing anyone whipped or anything that came close to that level of pain. He admitted to having questions but he didn’t want to see anyone else hurt. It seemed like a reasonable limit to me even though it confused him.

For some reason he thought that if he might want to try it then he should be okay with other people doing it too.

Limits did not work that way, though.

Thankfully, he took a few seconds to think, scrunching his face up and playing up the silliness but actually thinking before he shook his head. He looked sincere enough that I believed him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

That somehow earned me another glare, probably because I was being sweet, but it didn’t seem worth poking at.

“My goal for this is for us to see some new things. Try the room so you can experience the tickling in a new way. Have an interesting date night out. Is there anything else you want to add as goals for the night or the scene?”

I wasn’t expecting words but I wanted to make sure he had another chance to at least huff at me.

He thought about the answer.

Interesting.

Even the sound effects were being kept to a minimum.

The binkie stayed in, however.

And he sucked…and sucked…

Thinking was taking a while, but eventually he let out a slow breath and pointed to the binkie and his onesie. I hoped the question was as clear as I thought it was, but I prepared for anything as I shrugged. “In this visit, I wasn’t planning on pushing you to be little in that kind of a situation. There are private rooms available…more normal ones with beds or chairs…that we can have cuddle time if you’d like.”

What could we do?

“I could bring some of your stuff like a binkie or your crayons and we could play with that after the other scene.”

Just walking around with his binkie wouldn’t stand out from what I’d been able to tell. “But honestly, no matter what you were wearing or doing, we wouldn’t stand out as much as you think.”

His skeptical expression was back.

“It’s a kink club, nut. There will be people from nearly naked and in gear to pups and subs dressed up in a variety of ways. You in a onesie and binkie, or just with your binkie and regular clothes would not stand out.”

There was no way he’d stand out.

Rocking back and forth slightly, he sucked faster and seemed to be thinking about it. I let the mulling go for a few seconds before I pushed again. “An easy middle ground would be regular clothes after the scene and we relax in the main room with you sitting on the floor beside me. You could have your quiet toy and your coloring stuff and just ignore everyone else. You’d like that.”

He was pretty good at ignoring anything he didn’t want to acknowledge, and people could easily fall into that category.

His sigh said he knew it too.

But it seemed like our conversation was over for the moment because he flopped against me and wiggled down so his head was resting on my shoulder. “All done?”

His hands waved in the all done sign and he relaxed even more.

“Okay.”

He’d done better than I’d expected, so it was a good stopping point. The rest was up to me mostly anyway, so I rubbed his back and let him start to ignore everything again. I was at fifty-fifty when it came to guessing if he’d go back to being little or stay big, and he seemed to be at that point too.

Ashton wasn’t in any mood to move or talk, though, so he just kept sucking on his binkie. After a few minutes, his big change was to start petting my shirt as he cuddled, but that seemed more about him being fidgety than anything else.

“Do you want a bottle of milk or a sippy cup of juice?”

That question had him going very still and he sat up enough to give me a curious expression. “Oh, did I forget to tell you that? The UPS guy came while you were gone.”

Overnight delivery was amazing and always would be.

Ashton’s eyes went wide and he patted my chest, making an excited noise. “Hmm…is my boy wondering if his new toys came in?”

His eager nod made it impossible to drag it out. “Yes. They’re here. As well as the new sippy cup I picked out and a few things like that.”

I even got a binkie clip to keep track of his quiet toy when he didn’t need it.

Excited wiggles had him sliding off my lap and grabbing my hand. The instructions were clear, so I climbed off the bed and didn’t make him drag me. “I get it. We’ll go see them.”

Little it was…and thankfully he didn’t make me carry him down the stairs.

He did, however, keep my hand tight in his and made it to the living room safe and sound with only one close call. Luckily for him, his Daddy was fast. “The box is on the coffee table. I opened it but didn’t get anything out because I knew you’d want to do that part.”

I also knew there’d be no way he would be patient enough for me to open the box, so I did the slightly dangerous bits without my impulsive cutie’s fingers getting in the way.

Nodding enthusiastically, Ashton plopped himself down on the floor and waved his hands at the box. That didn’t need any translation so I scooped it up and placed the goodies in front of him. “What kind of treasures did we get?”

He snickered, knowing exactly what was in the box and dived in to pull out the sippy cup. “Bears. Look at that.”

It was light blue with smiling little bears all over it and Ashton was grinning ear to ear as he set it carefully down on the table.

“I think that will make snack time easier. I’ll be able to help you have a drink while you’re watching cartoons too.”

Even with the bottles, I wasn’t sure he was getting enough healthy liquids to make up for his terrible habits during the week. “We’ll have to see if you want to do it by yourself or if you want my help.”

That had him cocking his head and peeking over at me curiously.

Had it been the by himself comment?

“Daddy controls the bottles. Period.”

That got another smile from him, but I wanted to make sure I was clear about my thoughts on the subject. “But as long as I’m supervising, I think we can try you holding the sippy cup if you’d like.”

I was a mild control freak not a complete one.

He shrugged.

Great.

Was I the only one who had an opinion on the sippy cup?

Maybe I was more of a complete one than I’d thought.

“What else did you find?”

I played dumb as he brought out a box of zoo animals from Africa. “Oh, look at that.”

There were several other parts of the world still in the package, but he handed me the first load and bounced up and down on his knees. “Open this one first? I think that sounds like a wonderful plan.”

It would also drag out the whole experience if we were doing one at a time and setting it up before we took the next one out. I’d have made different decisions, but he was in charge of the toys, so I went along with it.

Ha. Not a complete control freak.

“Where should we set it up?”

That was also something I was not picky about, so I took myself down the control freak scale another notch. Ashton looked around and shrugged, not picky either. “Okay. Options.”

What were the possibilities?

“We can put it up here in the living room. Maybe over by the bookshelf if we move that chair back a tiny bit.”

It wouldn’t be subtle in the least, but we didn’t have people over that often. It would also make it easier to watch cartoons or something like that while we played.

What else?

“We could put it up in the big bedroom. You’ve already got a lot of your stuff in there.”

It’d been a reasonable place to start putting everything when I hadn’t been sure what direction his little space would look like, but he didn’t seem drawn to that idea and just stared at me.

Wondering what he was thinking, I finished opening the packaging and slid the plastic tray the pieces were in out of the box. “What if we set it up here for now but we made a playroom in the little bedroom upstairs?”

We’d need to do some shifting around because at the moment it was a junk room with a bed in it, but Ashton’s eyes lit up.

Bingo.

“Would you like a playroom?”

His excitable nod was back and looked like he was going to give himself whiplash. “I think painting it a bright color would be fun and we could pick out some animal sheets for the bed?”

The small twin had been a leftover from our bachelor days and got no use at the moment, but it would be perfect for naps or to cuddle when I read him a book.

And Ashton’s wide eyes said he thought that was amazing.

Giving his forehead a quick kiss, I sat down beside him and laughed as he shoved his way onto my lap. “Would you like an animal playroom?”

He patted my cheeks, nodding as he sucked happily on his binkie. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

I’d still want to keep some of his stuff in the bedroom to make it easier to change him first thing or right before bed, but setting up a second changing station in the playroom would give us more flexibility. We might even be able to find a small fridge to keep bottles up there too.

Yes.

There was a lot we could do with a playroom.

Ashton’s snickers brought me back to the moment, though. “Sorry. I got lost in plans.”

And that got more giggles, making it clear that hadn’t been a surprise. “Are you laughing at me?”

Yes.

He didn’t bother to hide it, nodding and making happy sounds as he snuggled into me. “I think I’m offended.”

That didn’t seem to be believable at all, but it did get me a hug and he ran his hand over my head. “Petting Daddy to make him feel better?”

Ashton didn’t react to the Daddy label, but his head bobbed again and he patted my cheeks. “I feel much better. Thank you.”

His beaming smile and the happy dance wiggle said he was very proud of himself for fixing his dramatic Daddy, and with that done, he rolled off my lap and went back to his toys. A little’s work was never done so he couldn’t stop for cuddles yet. He had toys to sort and a zoo to set up.