Baby Doll. || CRICKY || Literate MIW Fic

c r y b a b y . 3

Ricky woke up to Kevin shaking him gently. "Kevy?" He blinked his eyes open, pulling the paci out of his mouth.

"Ricky, I gotta go somewhere, okay?" He sounded rushed, making Ricky even more confused.

"Can I go wif you?" He grabbed Kevin's hand sleepily. It was so early, it had to have been not even seven o'clock.

Kevin shook his head. "I'm sorry, Rick. Big boy stuff. I'll be back. Stay with Chris, okay?" He pulled away before Ricky could argue, bolting down the stairs. Ricky sat up, immediately starting to whimper and cry.

"Kevvyy..." Ricky climbed out of the bed, his skirt riding up on his bum and his hair a mess. He usually never slept in his clothes. "Kevin!" Ricky whined louder, starting to walk down the steps nervously as tears leaked down his face.

Instead of finding his brother, Ricky turned right and was met face to face with Chris. "Aww. Hello, crybaby."

Ricky rubbed his eyes and sniffed. "Where Kevin go?" He pouted up at the significantly taller man.

"He went to go do adult stuff. You're staying with me for a few minutes while he does that," Chris answered, reaching his hands out to scoop Ricky up.

Ricky was hesitant, but he let the man hold him regardless. "Why couldn't he take me?" He sniffled again.

Chris smiled a little sadly, walking into the kitchen with Ricky in his arms. He held the boy up by his thighs, his little legs wrapping around Chris' waist. "Because you're too little. Gotta stay here."

Ricky pouted, pulling on Chris' shirt. "I... I don' know you though..." he whispered, blushing. "You're scary..."

Chris frowned, setting Ricky on the kitchen counter top to sit. "Hey. You be nice to me," the man said sternly.

Ricky whimpered and looked down. He put the paci back in his mouth, sucking on it as usual. It really did calm him down. As Chris started to look through the cupboards for food, Ricky swung his little feet.

Chris kept his awe in this time, grabbing some cereal and a bowl out and going to get the milk. He glanced back at Ricky, who was still sitting there and playing with the hem of his ruffled skirt.

He filled the bowl with a smile, pouring the milk in after. Because people who put the milk in first are weirdos. He set the bowl of Lucky Charms down on the table before grabbing Ricky and carrying him to the table.

Ricky pulled the paci out, eyeing Chris happily when he saw the man holding a spoon out in front of him full of his favorite cereal. Kevin had bought it at the gas station on their way up here, since Ricky loved it so much. He eagerly opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out.

"Silly baby," Chris chuckled, putting the spoonful in his mouth. Ricky ate it with a blush, smiling down at his little feet.

They ate together like that; Chris spoon feeding Ricky and stealing a bite every now and then. When they were finished, Ricky was a giggling mess. Chris took care of the dishes and picked Ricky up again. He grabbed Rickys binkie off the table and put it back in the boy's mouth, smiling warmly at him.

It was only eight in the morning, so it was still chilly and blue outside. The man carried Ricky upstairs to the bed he previously slept in. "We need to get you dressed. Can you do that?" Chris set the boy down.

Ricky blushed and looked at his feet. "I can't do it myself..." he said after pulling his paci out and setting it on the nightstand.

Chris chuckled and nodded. "Okay, baby. Do you trust me?"

"Huh?" He looked up at Chris.

"I asked if you trusted me."

Ricky pouted. "Trusted you for what?"

Chris furrowed his eyebrows. Didn't this kid see anything wrong with stripping naked in front of a near stranger? "Trust me not to do anything to you. I mean, I'm not going to, but I'm asking if you trust me enough to let me get you undressed."

Ricky nodded. "Of course I do? Whats wrong wif being naked?"

Oh god. Chris sighed. "Bad men can do dirty things to you if they see you naked. I'm not a bad man, though," Chris said, petting Rickys hair. "I protect you from those bad men. You can trust me."

"Dirty?" He tipped his head to the side. "You're not makin' sense..."

Chris sighed a bit. "Lets drop it. C'mere; let's get you dressed."

Ricky nodded and started pulling off his clothes, rolling his stockings down and then pulling his skirt off. Chris stood there awkwardly.

"Find some clothes for me?" Ricky asked innocently as if he wasnt just standing in front of Chris in just a shirt and panties.

The man nodded and started to go through the first backpack, finding him clothes as he stripped down to nothing. Chris pulled out a pair of pink panties for the boy, along with some black leggings and a big pastel blue sweater.

Rickys eyes lit up, smiling widely at the choice of clothing. Chris knelt down and pulled the boys panties on, biting his lip and avoiding to look at the area that was covered by the fabric. Next was the leggings. He pulled them up as well, standing up in the process.

Chris pulled the sweater over Rickys head, making his hair messier. They both laughed, the taller of the two fixing the boy's hair with his hands.

"Okay, cutie. Did you bring socks?" Chris smiled at Ricky.

"Uh huh! In there," he pointed, walking over to the bag and pulling out some of those beige hospital socks.

He raised an eyebrow, but put them on Rickys feet anyways. "Alright. Now lets go do something." Chris smiled and stood up straight, scooping ricky up again.

"I wanna play!" Ricky giggled, squealing a little.

Smiling at the boy's eagerness, Chris carried the boy back down stairs. "Alright pumpkin. Whattaya wanna play?"

Ricky shrugged, leaning into Chris as he was sat down on the couch. He was still in Chris' lap. "I dunno. Up to you, Sir."

"You're very polite." He smiled warmly, looking at Ricky.

Ricky huffed and started to bounce on Chris' lap. "Wanna bouncey," he whined, rutting against Chris.

Chris blushed, holding Ricky still. The boy huffed and kept trying to bounce. "Hey. Stop. Is that how we ask for things, little one?"

Ricky blushed and stopped squirming. "Can I please bouncey on your lap, Mr.?" He looked at Chris with big eyes.

"Yes," Chris said triumphantly, "You can." The man started to bounce his knees, little Ricky starting to rise and fall with a giggle.

Ricky held onto Chris' tee shirt gently, closing his eyes. "Faster, pwease? "

Chris nodded, speeding up so the boy was bouncing faster and higher. He squealed, giggling more and clapping his hands. "Thank you!" Ricky got excited, hugging Chris tight.

"Oh, sweetheart," Chris laughed, stilling his legs and hugging back. "Its okay! You dont need to thank me."

"But I'm happy, Sir!" Ricky pulled back and rolled onto the couch with a giggle. "Cuddle wif me," he said with a whine, laying on his tummy and looking at Chris over his shoulder. "Can you pwease get my paci for me, Mister?"

Chris nodded and smiled. "Okay. One second," he hummed, dashing up the stairs to grab the pacifier and stick it in Rickys mouth. It said "Baby" on it, making Chris smile a little as he read it.

He came back down a moment later, laying down on the couch with Ricky and putting the paci in his mouth.

The boy hummed in content, closing his eyes and snuggling into Chris. The older of the two smiled, and he laid down next to Ricky. "Dont fall asleep on me, little one," Chris chuckled, closing his eyes.

Ricky giggled and looked at Chris to meet his brown eyes. When he did, he felt so safe and happy.