Page 37 of Kit
“We can have our snowman tomorrow. Maybe bake some Christmas cookies.”
“I love that idea, Daddy.”
“Are you ready to go up to bed?”
“Hmm. I guess I already had a nap right here.”
“If you want to sleep here, I’ll have to grab more blankets.”
Kit sat up. “I’m just kidding. It’s my bedtime. I’ll be a good boy and go to your bed.”
He made it sound entirely too enticing. Or maybe I was still in my fog. Together we got up. I turned off the TV and hurried after him up the stairs.
As I had done for two nights in a row, I helped my baby boy get undressed and into his jammies.
He looked so beautiful standing before me in just his underwear. There was a definite bulge between his legs, as well.
“Underwear tonight? Or no underwear?” I had asked him each time. He always kept his briefs on.
Tonight, he didn’t answer.
“Baby boy?”
“I think—” He looked up at me, then away. “I think no, Daddy. They’re sort of tight and chafing.”
My heart flopped over in my chest. “Well, we can’t have that.”
Slowly, he shook his head but wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Time for reassurance. “It’s all right, baby. I’ll be gentle taking them off. Do you think you might need cream for the chafing?”
My ears buzzed when he answered, “Yes.”
My kink was in high gear. This exact behavior fed it into bright flames. Kit knew it and played on it, much to my delight.
“Don’t move a muscle, baby. I’ll be right back.”
I quickly went into the bathroom and got the diaper cream. It was great if there was real chafing, but safe for this sort of play, too. The tube was new, still in the box. It gave me a little thrill all over to open the box and hold the cool tube in my hand. Damn, I had it bad. Even if this didn’t lead to anything more than cuddling tonight, I would be happy. I would get to touch my boy. In all his private places.
I came out of the bathroom, seeing Kit in his underwear by the window. The panes were dark because the light in the bedroom was on. I hadn’t closed the curtains, and the Christmas lights on the balcony looked like little stars in the night.
Kit turned. “I think it’s snowing again, Daddy.” He put his hands to his arms. “Brrr. It’s getting colder.”
“I’ll turn up the heat a little before I turn out the lights. But first, you. We must take care of you.”
He rubbed his arms faster, grinning. “Yes, Daddy.”
Before I could say another word, he ran in his near naked state to the bed and tore back the covers. Jumping in, he sat up to face me. One eye was hidden by a curl of hair. His pert pink nipples had hardened, dark at the tips. His hairless chest rose and fell as if he’d run a lot further than a few feet.
I sat, still fully clothed, on the side of the bed. “Show Daddy where you’re chafing.”
His soft grip of my wrist led my hand to the inside of his thigh.
“There?” I didn’t see any redness, but it didn’t matter. Whatever Kit said, I would do as he wished.
Wordless, he nodded.
I opened the tube and squirted cream on my fingers. I brought my fingers to his inner thigh and made slow circles.
