Dirty little secret [C]

Chapter twenty one: Baby Boy

Chris woke up with his face pressed against Ryan's chest. He smiled, sucking on the pacy. It was black with a grey handle. Kuza was pressed against his back. Chris felt safe, secure in his place between the two men. He didn't know how long he ended up laying there awake, listening to them breath. He smiled as Ryan let out a soft grunt, slowly waking up.

"Fuck."

"Shut up. You'll wake Chris up."

"I'm sore." Ryan whined.

"And I'm not?" Kuza snapped. Chris sighedas he took the took the pacy out his mouth. He gently reached back to grab Kuza's arm.

"No fight." He muttered.

"Look what we did."

"I already was." Chris sighed. "Please don't argue."

"I'm sorry baby boy." Ryan whispered. He gently kissed Chris, smiling at him. "We're just tired and grumpy."

"How about we go out and get some breakfast?" Kuza suggested.

"I don't wanna get dressed." Chris whined.

"Pajama breakfast date." Kuza chuckled as he stood up. He winced, falling back on the bed. "Fuck." Chris giggled, looking back at him. "Don't laugh. It really hurts." He whined.

"I know. It's why I'm not moving." Chris shrugged. He put the pacy back in his mouth, laying his head on Ryan's chest.

"Kuza, I'll go make breakfast. I like cooking anyway." Ryan shrugged.

"No. I'm not a wimp. I'm going to go and..."

"Lay your ass down. That's what you're going to do." Ryan sighed. "This is why you bottom like once a year."

Kuza groaned, laying across the two men. "What other things did you get for Chris?"

"Sippy cups, some little clothes, and a couple more pacies." Ryan shrugged as he stood up. He pulled his boxers on, yawning softly. "What do you two want to eat?"

"Something that won't be messy." Kuza stated. "No food messes in my bed."

"But cum is okay?"

"Beds were made for that. Not for food crumbs to be everywhere."

"Yeah yeah. Mr. Clean freak." Ryan grumbled as he stood up. He slowly left, yawning softly. He stopped by the door, turning to Chris. "Also, I went through your search history. You're welcome."

**whoosh**

Chris blushed as he held Kuza's hand in the store. Ryan pushed the cart, smirking at the taller man. "What do you want to eat?"

"Ums... I-I... I dun know." Chris whispered. Kuza gently kissed the side of Chris's face.

"We need to pick up some food baby. We're apparently running low because someone thinks we need home cooked meals everyday."

"I get your mom let you eat whatever but mine didn't. I was taught to cook. I'm going to cook."

"Open a restaurant." Kuza muttered. He smiled as Chris climbed into the cart and sat in the basket. "Are you tired?"

"Mhm. My butt still hurts." Chris muttered, wrapping his arms around his legs. "Can we get cereal? I like it when Ryan cooks and stuff but I still like cereal."

Kuza smirked as he took over pushing the cart. Ryan huffed, slowly following them. He wasn't happy about buying premade things. Mumbling about how bad they were for you. Chris eventually grabbed his hand, looking up at him with an annoyed expression. Ryan immediately went quiet.

"Sorry."

"I like your cooking. Don't think I don't just because I want other stuff." Chris sighed. "Also, I don't feel... good."

"Are you sick?"

"No. I just don't feel right and you complaining about how unhealthy I am is not helping."

"I'm sorry little one." Ryan whispered, gently kissing his forehead.

"I just want to sleep but someone thinks I need to get out the house more."

"Chris, you're getting paler than normal." Kuza sighed. "You have to go back to work starting tomorrow by the way." Chris slowly nodded, letting out a soft yawn. "Chris, why are you so tired?"

"I forgot my medicine yesterday but I remembered today and I took it." He shrugged.

"Sweetie, you know you can't take that without us. How much did you take?" Ryan nervously asked.

"Two."

"That's good. No more?"

"Just two dada." Chris trailed off, his eyes slipping shut.

"Is he... little right now?" Kuza whispered.

"I think so. It might just be because he's tired. We should hurry."

"Yeah. Before he screams daddy in the middle of the store." Kuza chuckled as he gently kissed Chris's forehead. "I gotta go grab some stuff. Meet you at the register."

Ryan bit his lip as he pushed the cart and Chris to the toys section. He gently patted Chris's cheek smiling as the man slowly woke up. Chris jumped up, letting out a soft gasp at the sight of the stuffies. He reached his arms out to them, the fluff of dog stuffie barely brushing his finger tips.

"Dada, cans I?" Chris asked, looking up at him.

"Just one okay? Kuza doesn't know we're over here and he'll kill me if I got to spend time with you while you were so little and he didn't." Ryan chuckled as he gently kissed Chris's cheek.

"Tank you!" Chris giggled, quickly grabbing an elephant. He hugged it close to his chest, smiling up at Ryan.

"That's so cute. What're you gonna name it?"

"I dun know. I didn't think that far ahead." Chris whispered, looking down.

"I feel ya." Ryan shrugged as he turned the cart around. "Are you feeling better?"

"Still sleepy."

"Hm. Chris, do you want to go back to work?"

"Not really." Chris shrugged as he played with the elephants legs. "I don't wike being away from you and daddy. I wanna quit but... I don't wanna be a burden."

"Whether you quit or not is up to you. Daddy and I would like it if we got our little boy home everyday."

"I like being little." Chris whispered. He looked back at Ryan, small tears in his eyes. "Makes me happy."

"Aw don't cry baby. Why are you crying?"

"Cause I-I'm happy." Chris sobbed, wiping his cheeks. "I'm r-really ha-happy."

"I'm happy too, and I bet Kuza is really happy."

"Why?"

"Cause it's my turn to bottom for him." Ryan muttered, shaking his head. "Let's go check out."

LITTLE CHRIS MAKES MY HEART BLEED WITH HAPPINESS.