Baby Doll. || CRICKY || Literate MIW Fic

l i t t l e o n e . 5

"Chris," Ricky said around his paci, cuddled up under the blankets on the couch as he watched The Corpse Bride. "Where's Kevin?"

Chris looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow. Oh boy. Shutting his novel, the man mentally prepared himself for the tantrum that was about to come. "Uh. Kevin isn't coming back until tomorrow, honey," Chris said, looking down.

Ricky furrowed his eyebrows, letting Chris' words register in his brain for a moment. Then came the shaky voice. "Where he go?" He whispered, tears filling his eyes. He couldn't be without Kevin!

"I told you, Ricky. Kevy had to go out and do some big boy stuff," Chris sighed, looking at the boy on the couch as he started to cry. "Baby... don't cry," he huffed, standing up and walking over toward Ricky.

The boy sniffled and scooted backward. "No! I don' want you! Want Kevin," he screamed, kicking his feet.

"Don't take that tone with me," Chris scolded, crossing his arms, to which made Ricky even more upset.

He screeched again, shaking his head and scooting further away. "I want Kevin!" Ricky cried, taking his paci out of his mouth and throwing it across the room.

"Hey!" Chris snapped, furrowing his eyebrows. "What was that for?! Don't throw things in my house, you little-"

He was cut off by another of Rickys screams, the boy running off with tears streaming down his cheeks. Chris immediately went after him, huffing loudly. "Get your ass back here, now!"

The little brat was definitely getting spankings. Chris could see why Kevin had to discipline Ricky so often, even if it looked a little odd.

Ricky stuck his tongue out and ran up the stairs, shutting himself in the room Kevin was staying in. Lucky enough for Chris, that room didn't even have a lock, so Chris could easily get in. Plus, Ricky was trapped in the room.

Chris stepped into the bedroom to find Ricky curled up on the bed, crying under the blankets. With a sigh, Chris ripped the blankets off the bed, emitting another screech from Ricky.

He grunted and sat on the bed, pulling the tiny male into his lap and bringing his hand down sharply against his bum. "That's enough!" Chris yelled, making Ricky go silent other than the squeak when he was spanked.

Ricky whimpered into the sheets as Chris spanked him once more. "Are you done being a brat?" He asked, grabbing Ricky by the jaw and forcing him to look up at the man.

Ricky sniffled and nodded. "Yes.. I'm sowry," he whimpered, sniffling more. Chris' gaze softened and he let Ricky go.

"Good. I don't want to have to spank you again, okay? So be a good boy," Chris said.

Ricky nodded and sat upright in Chris' lap. "I be a good boy," he nodded, rubbing his eyes. Chris nodded back and rubbed Rickys side.

"Okay. Let's go downstairs then, yeah?"

Ricky nodded again and nudged closer, resting his head on Chris' shoulder.

Chris carried Ricky downstairs and sat on the couch with the boy still in his lap. Instead of watching the movie, Chris looked down at Ricky.

His eyes raked over the boy's pale cheeks and feminine features, Ricky turning his head to meet Chris' eyes with his baby blue ones. Chris gave him a smile as they just looked at each other, and he moved one hand to cup Rickys cheek.

Ricky smiled up at Chris, nuzzling into his warm hand. "Mm," he hummed, giggling a little. Chris placed his thumb over the boy's soft lips, getting a little lost in the boys eyes. They were such a pretty shade of grayish blue, and Chris found them to be extremely captivating.