Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Slipping the shirt over his head didn’t stop his brain at all. “Can I have juice and water? Can I go potty in my cage? Can we try to give me tingles later? Do you think it will stop me from making a mess?”
Huh?
Assuming by mess that he meant an orgasm with cum, I shrugged. “We’ll have to see, but I have no doubt that you’ll be able to get your tingles.”
Had he read that online?
Heard it from one of the people he’d met?
“I’ll be patient.” The look of excited greed on his face made me doubt that. “And relaxed and…and…and good. That will help too.”
Maybe?
“I’m sure it will.” Dean leaned over and kissed Joel’s head. “But let’s figure out what we’re going to play first and then maybe we watch a movie while I make nuggets and spaghetti for dinner?”
“Oh, the animal movie again.” Joel nearly climbed on Dean’s lap in an attempt to look cute and get his way. “You liked the animal movie.”
Which one?
In the past month, he’d made us watch nearly every animal movie on a streaming service. We’d even watched the original Doctor Doolittle movie as well as some movie about owning a zoo that I’d mostly slept through.
“That sounds like fun.” Dean’s answer said that he wasn’t going to worry about the details until he had to. “Let’s go play.”
It turned out to be harder than it sounded because all it took was a few wiggles for Joel to look down at his dick again. “That’s weird. Be good.”
Playtime was going to be interesting.
****
Easy games during little time turned out to be the best plan ever.
“I did it.” Doing what was basically a touchdown dance for winning all the jewels, Joel wiggled in his seat and threw up his arms. “I won.”
And he was such a good winner too…especially since he’d won twice in a row.
But making bad decisions in the game wasn’t hard, so it’d been easy to make sure he’d come out on top. Joel wasn’t in the right headspace to realize I’d set the game up but Dean was, and I wasn’t sure he knew what to make of it. His side-glances said he couldn’t decide if I was cute or ridiculous, but he hadn’t tattled and his smile said he liked seeing his boy happy.
So win-win for everyone.
Or was that win-win-win for everyone?
“What do I get?” Greed flashed in his eyes again as he looked down at his treasures. “What do I get this time? I got kisses before.”
So it had to be bigger for a second win?
Just different than before?
“Do you want a special dessert?” Dean’s idea sounded genuine but something felt slightly sneaky to me.
I wasn’t sure if Joel noticed because he was still doing his happy dance, but I wasn’t surprised when his face scrunched up. “No. I already get dessert for being good.”
Joel was so confident about that fact, even Dean didn’t know what to say. “What…what about you pick the next game?”
Sighing, Joel shook his head. “I’m cute. I get to pick.”
Duh.
The little always got to pick the game…even I knew that.
“You’re right.” Dean cocked his head and looked thoughtful for a few seconds before his expression got very neutral. “How about you win, so you get to decide who gets kisses this time?”
Interesting.
“Everybody.” Joel’s answer came without hesitation and he bounced up from his chair. “I know. I know.”
He had a plan.
And the way Dean’s eyes got wide said it made him nervous…because he was smart.
“We…we have to pick up the game first.” Dean’s delaying tactic was just to give himself time to think but it was good to establish a routine for little time that included Joel picking up his shit. “Then we’ll do kisses.”
“Special kisses from the cutest boy with a cutie.” Joel’s happy dance was now very wiggly and he was humming what seemed to have turned into the special kisses song over and over. “Hmm…with a cutie.”
Some parts were coming in clearer than others but it was a fascinating distraction as we picked up the pieces, and it even seemed to make Dean more confident about the whole situation. I wasn’t sure why, but my best guess was that Joel was making it clear how much he wanted whatever it was that he wanted.
The song wasn’t completely clear about that, but I was guessing it was something naughty by how quickly he’d known what his prize would be.
Fuck it all.
We’d been set up.
He’d been the one to claim kisses as his prize for winning the first round and he’d said we got to pick what kind of kisses that time. His logic had been something to do with winning and being special and goddamn it. He was really good at that when he was little.
We were going to have to watch out for sneaky shit in the future.