Page 74 of Just A Little Fling

“Excited about what?”

“Saffy gonna show Wormie all around the garden ’cause we like to putter.”

“I like to putter too,” I said and dropped a kiss on the top of his head. “You ran upstairs so quick you didn’t even get your clothes, so here are your pajamas and some play clothes. Are you staying with me tonight, or are you going back to your house? It’s up to you, but if you want to know what I want, it’s for you to stay here with me.”

“Wanna stay wit you, Babbo.”

With a laugh, I pulled him off the bed and headed into the bathroom. I turned the taps on the tub and dumped some lavender bubble bath I’d picked up the other day in a moment of hopeful optimism. When the water temperature was right, I stripped him out of his clothes and helped him into the tub. Nico immediately sank until the water and bubbles covered him up to his neck.

When I moved in here, this place was a wreck and had stayed that way for a while. After Owen moved into the bungalow, he was kind enough to help me figure out how to rehab this place. One of the things I’d desperately wanted was a soaking tub. I didn’t actually like baths that much, but I’d hoped to eventually have a little in my life permanently, and it was something I knew they might like.

As it turned out, no one had ever used this bathtub for the reason I installed it, and it made me stupidly happy to think that Nico was the one who would christen it. Silly, probably, but completely worth it. Once he was fully situated in the bathtub, I stepped over to the sink and grabbed a bag from the cabinet.

Nico opened one eye and asked, “What’s that?”

“These are the toys I bought on my spending spree.” With a silly flourish that made Nico giggle, I pulled out a few water-squirting toys, a sieve, plastic measuring cups, and a couple of tugboats. Nico’s excited clapping created a tsunami over the edge of the bathtub. I was the one who hated messes, but there wasn’t an iota of desire to admonish him. It was water. Water mopped up with a towel was worth the extra work if Nico was happy and enjoying himself.

“Babbo, you gonna get in with me?” Nico gave me a sidelong look.

“I wouldn’t miss it, sunshine.” I quickly stripped out of my clothes and eased myself in behind him. Owen had been right to insist on the oversized option. He’d sworn I’d regret going with the regular option, and I was glad I’d listened even after complaining about the price. Even with the toys and the both of us, there was still plenty of room for activities.

Nico pointed to the Jacuzzi nozzles and made puppy-dog eyes for bubbles. Unfortunately for him, Jacuzzi jets and bubble bath were a recipe for disaster. I didn’t mind mopping up water, but an evening spent cleaning up an entire bathroom wasn’t on the agenda. To distract him, I grabbed the sieve and promised we would put the jet on instead of using the bubble bath next time. That was enough to satisfy him.

Nico returned to playing with his tug boats. They appeared to be in a race around the city, fighting off the squirting sea creatures. While he occupied himself, I used a cup to wet his hair for a scalp massage. Every once in a while, he’d lean his head back and make appreciative noises. When his hair was thoroughly wet, I added shampoo. Nico tilted his head back when I asked him to but otherwise continued to occupy himself with the toys.

When it was time to scrub, I put some soap on the washcloth, started with his neck, and worked my way down. I didn’t want to introduce anything sexual if he wasn’t in that frame of mind. I’d managed to do everything but his cock and balls.

Nico craned his neck around so he could look me directly in the eye and said, “Babbo, aren’t you going to wash everything?” His expression was pure mischief, and he knew it as well as I did.

“I think maybe you can wash that one by yourself.”

“Nope. That’s a Daddy job, not mine.”

“What’s your job then?” I asked as I snagged the washcloth again to pick up where I’d left off. This time, I came much closer to his dangly bits.

“My job is to let you take care of me.”

“You got me there, sweetheart.”

“That’s why you gotta do it.” I moved to put more soap on the washcloth when Nico grabbed my arm to stop me. “Gotta use your hand.”

“Why is that?” I asked with a cocked brow and a smirk. My lips twitched involuntarily at his wide-eyed feigned innocence.

“You wanna do a good job, so you gotta use your hand to get all the parts.” When I didn’t move fast enough to suit Nico, he added, “It’s okay, Babbo. I help you.”

Nico turned back around, leaned against my chest, and positioned my hand close to his cock and balls. His hand covered mine under the water as he curled my fingers around his shaft. “Now you doing a good job.” At his words, he began to move my hand up and down his shaft as he directed the pace. He rolled his head against my shoulder, seeming to revel in the control he’d decided to take this evening.

I kissed along the column of his neck. At the touch of my lips, Nico turned his head to give me greater access. The small moan was what I wanted to hear.

“Are you going to let me fuck you tonight?”

“No, Babbo, I wanna fuck you tonight.” His answer was firm and sure, even if it was obvious Nico was in a little-ish space.

My breath caught in my throat. Since we’d met, Nico hadn’t mentioned topping, but hell-fucking-yes. My most recent ex had been a bottom with no interest in switching, and that streak had continued with the boys I’d played with. It’d been years since I’d bottomed for someone.

Nico twisted around and fused his mouth to mine. His lips immediately parted, and my tongue plunged inside his mouth. Our tongues twisted and turned and pressed against each other in a deep, wet kiss. Underneath my hand, his cock grew harder as my own dick pressed his backside. Just the thought of being fucked by my boy set off a cascade of fireworks in my brain.

“Sweet Boy, it’s been a while since I’ve bottomed for anyone,” I told him as I drew away.

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