Ant and Dec One Shots

Pampered And Protected

It was a quiet morning in the house, the kind where time seemed to slow down, and everything felt peaceful. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft golden glow across the living room, illuminating the quiet stillness. Dec had already made breakfast - fluffy pancakes stacked high, fresh fruit glistening with a dewdrop sheen, and warm syrup waiting to be poured - but it wasn't the food that filled his thoughts today. It was Stephen, curled up on the couch, his head resting on the cushion in a contented slumber, eyes still heavy with sleep as he lazily sipped from a bottle of water.

Standing in the kitchen, Dec glanced over at his dear friend. It had been a few days since they'd had time to themselves, and Dec could see that Stephen was in need of some extra attention today. He was always so strong, so self-sufficient, but Dec could sense that beneath that exterior, Stephen carried a weight that sometimes felt too heavy. A weight that, in Dec's eyes, didn't need to be borne alone.

He crossed the room quietly, not wanting to disturb the serene atmosphere, and crouched down beside the couch. His hand gently brushed through Stephen's hair, his fingers moving tenderly through the soft strands. "Hey, little one," Dec murmured softly, his voice full of warmth and affection. "How about we take it easy today? I think you deserve a rest."

Stephen blinked up at him, still groggy, and Dec couldn't help but smile at how utterly adorable he looked, all sleep-mussed and peaceful. Stephen chuckled, though it was a little weak, and nodded. "I could use some pampering, I guess."

"You deserve it," Dec replied, his tone low and reassuring as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on Stephen's forehead. His lips lingered for a moment, the warmth of the gesture sending a flutter of emotions through both of them. "How about we get you dressed, then? I'll pick something cosy for you."

Stephen made a sleepy noise of agreement, his eyes heavy but filled with trust as he let Dec help him sit up. "Let's get you nice and comfy for the day," Dec continued, his voice soft, like the most comforting lullaby. Today, he wanted to take care of everything, to ensure that Stephen felt as safe and loved as possible.

With gentle hands, Dec helped Stephen out of his pyjamas and into a soft, oversized sweater that seemed to swallow him up in warmth, paired with comfy leggings. Each movement was deliberate and tender, Dec's fingers brushing lightly against Stephen's skin, making sure everything was just right. Stephen watched him through half-lidded eyes, his heart swelling with affection. It had been so long since he'd felt this kind of care, and it felt... right. It felt like home.

"Perfect," Dec whispered with a smile, his hand brushing over Stephen's cheek before he pressed a gentle kiss to his nose. "Now, how about breakfast? I've got pancakes waiting for you, and I'll feed you so you don't have to lift a finger, sweetheart."

Stephen chuckled softly, feeling a mix of warmth and mild embarrassment. But he couldn't deny the comfort that came with letting Dec take charge today. "You're spoiling me today," he said, his voice soft but affectionate.

"That's the plan," Dec replied with a wink, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You deserve it all, baby boy. Just let me take care of you today, okay?"

The nickname made Stephen's heart flutter, and he found himself nodding, his breath coming out in a contented sigh. There was something about the way Dec looked after him that made him feel cherished, like he mattered. It wasn't just the pampering; it was the way Dec made him feel seen, loved, and adored in a way he hadn't felt in a long time.

Once breakfast was finished, Dec helped Stephen back onto the couch, gently tucking a soft blanket around him, his hands moving with tender care as he adjusted the fabric. "I'll be right back," Dec said softly, giving Stephen a playful pat on his bottom. "Stay put, little one. Don't go anywhere."

Stephen smiled up at him, feeling completely safe. "I'm not going anywhere. I know you've got me."

When Dec returned, he brought a tray with hot chocolate and a selection of Stephen's favorite treats. He settled back beside him, making sure Stephen was comfortable before handing him the mug, his hand warm on Stephen's as he gently fed him chocolate. The simple act of feeding him, of making sure Stephen had everything he needed, made the moment feel even more intimate, as if they were the only two people in the world.

As the hours passed, Dec could feel Stephen's energy starting to wane, his eyelids fluttering with the weight of sleep. "Feeling sleepy?" Dec asked quietly, his voice gentle as he brushed a strand of hair from Stephen's forehead. His hand moved instinctively to massage Stephen's bottom, a comforting gesture they'd shared countless times. It was soothing, like a promise that everything would be okay.

"Yeah," Stephen mumbled, his voice thick with drowsiness as he nestled closer to Dec, his head now resting on Dec's chest. "You're making me feel so safe."

Dec's heart swelled at that, his eyes softening with emotion as he adjusted Stephen into a more comfortable position. "Rest, baby boy. I've got you. You're safe here with me, always."

Stephen let out a contented sigh, sinking deeper into Dec's embrace as he closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to rest fully. The affection and care he'd received all day had built a foundation of trust, and he felt secure enough to drift off into a peaceful nap, wrapped in Dec's love.

As Stephen slept soundly, Dec continued to pat his bottom softly, a steady rhythm that both comforted and grounded him. He would always make sure Stephen felt cherished, no matter what. Family, after all, meant being there when it mattered most.

Later, when Stephen stirred awake, stretching and yawning, his eyes fluttering open slowly, he couldn't help but smirk, his voice playful. "So, Dec, are you sure you're not acting like my daddy today? All this pampering, I might as well call you daddy from now on..."

Dec chuckled, his eyes twinkling with affection as he turned around. "Oh, come on, you know you're like a little brother to me, son." He gave Stephen a knowing grin, his tone soft but full of love. "But that doesn't mean I don't want you to be well looked after. You're important to me."

Stephen rolled his eyes, but his smile was fond. "Well, if I'm your little brother, does that mean you're the one I go to when I need my nappies changed?"

Dec laughed out loud, ruffling Stephen's hair with playful affection. "Let's leave that job for Uncle Ant," he teased. "But I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what." He pressed a gentle kiss to Stephen's lips, making sure he felt loved. "That's a promise."