Suck It & See (ryden)

15. Daddy

"In every Personal Development class is a family planning unit. You will have a project on this unit that requires a partner for the grading period. Because I am such a kind teacher, I will let you choose who you partner up with." Mrs. Salpeter beings to write random names on the board while she gives us the opportunity to find a person.

Ryan's hand falls habitually onto my knee and I look over at him with a large grin. "Have any idea what the project is?" I ask, my hand covering his.

"No? Should I?" He looks at me confused, knowing full well that I am aware of the assignment. This is why we all dread Personal Development.

Mrs. Salpeter appears in front of us with a realistic baby doll face down in her arms. The woman is shoving batteries into the baby's back as she smiles at us warningly. "I trust that this little guy will be in safe hands with Ryan... Brendon, you better not mess up Ryan's grade with your antics." As she pops the final battery in, the robotic infant lets out a cry of life. Quickly shoving the whining baby into Ryan arms, Mrs. Salpeter hands me a bottle, a spare cloth diaper, and a onesie.

"Boys, meet your new daughter for the week, Barbie." Ryan's eyes go wide and he looks at me for assistance. I just shrug and chuckle at him. "Try the bottle, honey." Mrs. Salpeter says, placing a motherly hand on Ryan's shoulder. The boy nods and quickly snatches the plastic bottle from my hands. The moment the bottle hits the baby's mouth, all cries cease.

Ryan's let's out a sigh of relief and sinks into the chair, baby in arms. "What are we going to do?" Ryan whines, hand reaching out for mine.

"The best we can, Dear."

"Okay guys, so what you'll need to do with these lovely infants is take care of them for the next week. The baby will record every mistake you make and you will be graded from that. It'll also record every time you appease it, so taking the batteries out for the next week will not work. You must bring the babies to school so we will provide a car seat carrier." Mrs. Salpeter writes guidelines onto the board and gives us a brief understanding of how the babies work. "You and your partner will have to trade everyday who takes home the baby."

"Stay at my house all week." I whisper in Ryan's ear, my hand splayed out on his upper back.

"I'm not sure my dad would be okay with that." Ryan replies, big honey eyes challenging me.

"Please, he loves me. He'll say yes."

"We'll see." Ryan focuses his attention on our teacher, taking in her every word. I, on the other hand, watch the boy and the battery operated baby in his arms. It's quite the sight actually. He's a natural.

Ryan's cradling the child in his arms as if it was a real new born while he has a scared but determined grip on my hand. He would be such a good dad, I'm sure of it.

"And it'll give you the experience of being a single parent. That means some sleepless nights kids." I watch Ryan visibly gulp before looking at me.

"Maybe I will stay with you."

***

"And here's some blankets and pillows for you dear." Mom places a generous pile of sleeping materials on our guest bed for Ryan. Little does she know he won't be needing them. "I hope everything is okay, Brendon doesn't usual have guest save for Eden. She just sleeps in the bed with him."

"Thank you very much Mrs. Urie, it's very kind of you to let me stay here for our project." Ryan's sits on the edge of the bed and smooths out the blankets.

"You can call me Grace, honey and you're always welcome, you know that." Ryan nods and smiles.

A shrill cry suddenly starts from the plastic thing in my arms. I roll my eyes as my mom laughs and leaves the room. "Welcome to parenthood boys." Everyone keeps saying that.

"What do you want Barbie? A bottle?" I ask the thing as if it'll answer me. I gently bounce the baby like I've seen my mom do hundreds of times to my nieces and nephews. I've been around a lot of babies considering all of my siblings are twenty years or older.

The baby slowly stops crying as I pat it's little butt. "Wow, that was good." Ryan says giving me a warm smile.

"Well I mean, I help with my nieces and nephews a lot. So I'm used to being around babies."

"You look good with a baby in your arms." Ryan quietly says, slowly approaching me. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he nuzzles my neck. His nose brushes against my jaw line lovingly. "You always look good though." He whispers in my ear and I swallow hard.

Here he goes with this stuff again.

"You're just so... sexy, Daddy." Ryan kisses my neck softly and my eyes nearly roll back into my head. Okay, so it's time for the doll to go to bed.

"Let's go to my room, we'll put her down for bed." I say, finding it impossibly hard not to drop the kid and kiss Ryan hard. Ryan nods and we make our way down the hall. Ryan grins at me when I look back at him and I feel my knees damn near give in on me.

I quickly and sloppily swaddle the baby in a blanket before placing her in her car seat for bed. It takes Ryan about half a second to have his hands pushing under my shirt and his mouth over mine. I gasp but happily wrap my arms tight around him.

"What spurred this on?" I asks breathless when we part for a moment.

"I don't know, you look so good holding her... Plus your pajama pants make your ass look great." And right on cue, one of Ryan's large hands slide into the back of my sweat pants, under my briefs, to grab my ass.

"Ryan.." I whisper warningly. "You have no idea, what you're doing to me."

"See I don't think you have any idea what you're doing to me." Ryan beings moving backwards to my bed until we gracelessly fall onto the mattress. "I think I'm ready." He whispers, pushing my hair from my forehead.

"Are you sure? I want you to be sure." I kiss Ryan's nose and smile at him, my chest excitedly pounding.

"Yes, but I have a favor to ask..." Ryan looks at me nervously, his hands coming to rest on my chest.

"Anything, of course Kitten."

"Can I..? You know... Top?" The question takes me by surprise but energizes me none the less. I begin laughing happily and Ryan looks at me in something like embarrassment. "Why are you laughing?"

"Ryan, baby, don't be embarrassed! Not to sound crude, but I love getting fucked!" I laugh at myself now, eyes watering.

"It wouldn't be fucking!" Ryan cries through his own laughter. "It's a little more meaningful than that."

"Okay, listen. I'm going to go to the bathroom and clean up. Take the doll to the guest room and I'll be back in here in ten minutes." I kiss the boy hard on the mouth before hoping to my feet. "Be ready Kitten."