Page 36 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
“I’ll give you anything you want. I want to take care of you. Do you go into a little space or regress?”
Samuel sighs heavily. “No, I just like being little.” He hates having to admit it. It makes him feel like a failure. A poser.
“After our date at the bar?—”
“That was a date?”
“Yes, I’m considering that to be our first date.”
Samuel snorts in amusement. “I don’t know. I didn’t get dessert.”
“Anyway, after our first date, I knew I was all in. So I ordered things for our weekend, and I canceled Friday morning meetings and went shopping for us instead.”
“I have to reschedule the meetings? And you went shopping for me? For us?”That gets him a squeeze. “I mean, that’s so nice of you, Daddy.”
“Better. Good boy. And yes, you’ll need to reschedule the meetings. But, it means that I’m ready for our weekend and I have some suggestions for things we can do to keep you entertained.”
He kisses Bryan, so happy he can’t hardly stand it. “What, Daddy?”
“I have coloring books, crayons, Legos, Play-Doh, and ingredients to make chocolate chip cookies. I have chicken nuggets, fish sticks, and even some juice boxes, even though it’s just pure sugar.”
“Spoken like a true Daddy.” He smiles, but then he has to ask, “You don’t, um, think it’s weird? All those things, and that I want to play with them? Even though I’m a grown-up?”
That gets him a kiss on the nose. “No, sweetheart. I think I’m lucky to have someone to take care of, and why should you have to give up all the fun stuff that comes with being a kid?”
“Are you going to play with me?”
“As a matter of fact, I am. It’s a blizzard, Samuel. We may as well enjoy it.”
His Daddy kisses his smiling mouth.
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Taking care of Samuel, as a Little, is an intense and heady experience. At first, Bryan feels like he's got a ‘fake it til he makes it’ attitude towards the experience. It's a little uncomfortable pulling out Play-Doh and setting it on the coffee table for Samuel to play with. It's not that it's bad to watch his usually competent assistant color with crayons in a Disney coloring book, but it is disconcerting. It's outside the norm.
And he spends the first several hours expecting Samuel to look up at him and say, 'never mind, I was just kidding, I don't want to do this anymore,' and maybe Samuel is expecting him to do the same thing. But by the end of the day, it seems like they both settle down and are comfortable with their roles.
Bryan is Daddy. Hovering and watchful, caring and affectionate, but eager to take advantage of his boy whenever the whim strikes him.It’s only a matter of hours before it isn’t an act but is easy and real. Feels right.
And Samuel is quiet, looks up at him with wide, vulnerable eyes. He smiles widely when he’s happy, ducks close for a kiss or a hug frequently. He blushes when Bryan does something thatmakes him feel little, like explaining the instructions for making the chocolate chip cookies.
The pleasure his boy got standing at the kitchen island listening to Bryan tell him when to add the next dry ingredient, to stir more carefully, or even the perfect size of the cookie was exquisite. And it was the first time Bryan is certain that Samuel started to regress.
Not a lot, but a little. He was slower to respond to questions, all he wanted to do was cuddle or warm Bryan’s cock, and his thumb would slide into his mouth.
Bryan quickly learns that fucking Samuel when he’s in that soft headspace is also different.
For the both of them.
When Sammy starts going down, Bryan finds himself whispering to his boy. Every filthy thing, every bit of praise is done in a soft tone. Cajoling.
And Samuel whimpers, sighs and surrenders to everything Bryan wants. Though he isn’t always a particularly active participant. His boy becomes boneless. Unresisting. He’ll lie where Bryan puts him, and while he’s eager to be used and is happy to come, it’s solely on Bryan to get him there and take care of him afterward.
It’s incredibly arousing, and Bryan uses Samuel multiple times that day. He feeds his boy dinner, and they have chocolate chip cookies and milk for dessert, and then they lie on the couch watching Elf until Sammy is ready for bed.
When he’s down in little space, he’s Sammy. That’s Bryan’s decision, and it’s the only thing he’s calling him now. He helps his boy up the stairs and watches as he brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed. He tucks Sammy in and reads him a bedtime story. It’s an old copy of Clifford the Big Red Dog from his own childhood that Wendy had brought with her the last time she was there.
It certainly makes buying presents easier because Sammy loves being read to, and Bryan loves feeling his boy pressed against him, quiet and happy at the end of the day.
