Little Space (BoyXBoy) (DD/lb)

Chapter One: Sad Little Boy

Harley Winter lays on the floor, his favorite stuffie resting peacefully next to him, coloring. Charlie (his stuffie) is a blue Triceratops. It's currently nine o'clock which means...

"Time for bed little boy." Kyle gets off the couch and stands over his little.

"But daddyyyyy-" He starts to whine but Kyle cuts him off, a very dominant vibe rolling off of him.

"What did I say about the whining?" Harley keeps his head down, hoping his dom won't be too angry.

"Y-you said n-not to..." He stammers.

"Good. Now let's get you to bed." Kyle picks up Harley's coloring supplies and Harley picks up Charlie and they walk into their room. "I have some work to do but I'll be in when I'm finished." Harley nods curtly and Kyle tucks him in and kisses Harley's forehead. He turns on the nightlight and says "goodnight Harley" before closing the door.

The first thing Harley realizes is that is daddy forgot to check for monsters, which they routinely do every night before bedtime. He also wasn't read a bedtime story so there's no way he'll get to sleep now!

Clutching Charlie close to his body, Harley's thoughts slowly start pulling him out of little space. He doesn't know why his daddy didn't do their bedtime routine and it's very distressing. There's also the matter of the tiniest trace of loneliness that nestled itself in Harley's chest. It had found it's new home and didn't want to leave. With each hour that passed, the little trace seemed to grow bigger until finally Kyle came into the room.

"You're still awake Harley?" Harley's pale blue eyes widen and he gives his daddy the smallest of nods. Kyle sighs and climbs into bed with his lonely little boy. Instantly, Harley is attached to his dom, burying his face in his chest. Kyle kisses the top of his head and they both fall asleep slowly.

That night Harley dreams of beautiful things. The kind of beautiful things that make you want to cry; when you see them they're just so beautiful that your eyes begin to water and you try to tell yourself that it's dumb to cry but you can't help yourself.

It's a shame that when he woke, Harley had no memory of the dream full of beautiful things.

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Aight so I started editing and I really think I like this better than the first person perspective but just let me know which you like better so I know how to make this story the best it can be.