Always Daddy's Boy

Game and chill at my place?

Later that night: Kyle was in his room under his bedsheets. In the dark. He messaged:

"They know!"
Ross messaged:
"WHAT DID YOU TELL THEM?"
"Please don't be mad." Kyle sent as well as a sad, scared puppy GIF.
Ross responded with, "Ok. Ok."
"Here's what we'll do:"

Saturday early morning:

Kyle set up his bed. He then peeked out his bedroom. He looked around and quietly shut the door. He checked again, the tipped toed down stairs. He inched his way down; occasionally checking. Once he got to the door, he carefully unlocked it, then gently shut it. He ran off into the dark. Laters:

"I made it!" Kyle cheered. He ran up to his tall boyfriend and hugged him.
Kyle nuzzled up on him, moaning. Ross hugs him back, picking him up. Kyle's eyes widened as he feel his feet get off the ground. "Waaah! Haha! R-Ross! P-put me down!" Kyle begged, tiny fist tapping his shoulder blade. Roas slid Kyle down. "Mm. Little rough?" Kyle told him quietly. Ross just grined at the boy, and him, "Come on. Let's go to my place, cutie~" he said, walking off with his arm around him.

Back at Ross' place: Kyle stared mouth open, eyes sparkling. He took in
View. Ross lock the door and asked him, "Want some breakfast?" Kyle grinned and nodded eagerly. As Ross put on breakfast Kyle walked into the kitchen. He saw him preheating the oven. "Hash browns." He told him. Kyle licked his lips audibly before going to the sink for some water. Across the kitchen, staring, was Ross. He walked over.

Kyle jolted as he felt cold hands touch his sides, under his hoodie. "Ek! R-R-Ross?!" Kyle said, trying to keep Ross' hands from moving more. Ross got closer behind him. "Now. Now. I'm just trying to see if you're ticklish. "Y-y-yes. Which why you can stop now. Thank you." Ross got closer still, breathing down the back of Kyle's neck. "Hold on. I know what with make you less stress." Ross said. "Wh-wh-what?" Kyle said, nervously.

"A good stretch!" Ross said in a cherry tone. "Stretching?" Kyle askee surprised. "Hm hm. A good stretch in the the morning is important.... now stay still baby boy~." Ross grabbed Kyle's waist and made him bend over the sink. "Awh! So-so rough..." Kyle whined, looking back at Ross, surprised.

Ross chuckled deeply, he grabbed Kyle's wrists and pinned them behind him. Kyle's eyes filled with tears. "R-R-Rosss?! What kind of stretches are these?!" Ross paused for a moment. He then started laughing hard. Kyle trembled scared in his gasp. Ross laughed louder. After laughing at Kyle, Ross finally spoke up. His expression was serious, and cold. "You aren't serious are you?" The older male asked the helpless younger one.

Kyle started whining, tears flowed down. He tried, again, "Ross....? Wh-what what are you doing?.... Aren't we doing morning stretches? And, were gonna have breakfast together?" Kyle snivel. Ross was amazed. He laughed at him again, and said, "Wooooow. You will are fucking stupid aren't you, kid?" Kyle flinched at each word he spat out. "No! He's Not! But, you're fucking dead!" A familiar voice called out. Kyle's and Ross' eyes widened.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SON! DON'T TOUCH HIM YOU CREEP!" Doug yelled as he flew across the room so fast no one saw anything before Ross got sluged across the faced right into the wall. His hood flew off, revealing his short, messy, dark hair. Doug eyes saw red, he pinned the man to the wall. And bashed and bruised him badly. Kyle had ran off into the other room. He saw his mom. "Mama!" Kyle yelled, running over. She hugged him, and smiled.

"He hasn't been that violent since high school... but..." his mom started. Kyle looked at her confused. She gently moved Kyle aside, and patted him on the head. She slowly walked in the kitchen. "Kyle! Look away, sweetie!" she told him. Kyle looked scared, and covered his eyes. He heard a loud, blood curling scream, then a thud. His parents looked sweaty. His dad still had this crazed look in his eyes. "Papa?" Kyle quietly asked. "Child. Car. Now." His dad ordered. Kyle jolted and do as he was told.

The ride was silent. They finally made it back to their place. Kyle asked, "Papa?... Mama? Is Ross dead?" His parents looked shocked. "If you mean the creep, no. Sadly. Your mom hit a pressure point, and incapacitated the filth. Not that she didn't get some good swings in to." Doug said, chuckling as he looked at her. They took their son inside. And, tucked him in. "I think I am in no rush to grow up afterall..." Kyle said, smiling meekly at his parents. His parents looked at him surprised. His dad knew what to say here, "It's ok if you get older. It's ok if your body is changing. No matter what changes, we'll always love you, sweetheart. You're still be our baby. You'll be ready when you're ready."

Kyle smiled at grew. His parents looked him tenderly. Doug had a bad feeling in his gut though. His expression changed. He hesitantly asked, "You are ok sweetheart? That... must of been so scary." Kyle thought for a moment. He quietly stared up at the ceiling. "Well... I was confused. Then when I caught on, I was scared. Really scared." Kyle told him. Doug frowned, his heartbreaking. But, then his son told him, "But, before I could really think about it you were already there, papa! And, you both protected me." Kyle said with a big smile.

Doug weakly chuckled. "You really think so?" he asked. "Mm-hm!!" Kyle said enthusiastically. Doug laughed then, started crying. "Papa?!" Kyle exclaimed. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I couldn't protected you more. If I did... none of this would happen!" Doug sobbed, covering his face. Kyle jumped up and hugged his dad hard. "You are a great dad! Sorry I was mean! ...I....I love you Papa! I do." Doug hugged his son back, holding his baby boy gently.

After a long time, Kyle finally went to sleep. His dad was exhausted from this intense week and morning. He plopped into the chair in the living room. Hoping to calm his mind with some TV. He started to doze off himself. His eye lids grew heavy. He fought back back, but slowly and surely closed his eyes. Then, his head fell back. As he started the snore, his wife walked in and said, "Honey, did you fix that hinge yet?"