Page 60 of Learning to Change

“That’s good.” Dean gave him a pleased smile without overdoing it, and after sliding the empty bottle in the bag, took his hand to finish helping our tired drama queen out of the car. By the time that I’d walked around to the passenger side, Joel was out and yawning again.

Daddy Dean was amazingly competent.

We even managed to make it up to the apartment before Joel’s drama kicked back into gear again, so I thought we’d done pretty good and didn’t react to his sigh right away. “I need—”

“To pick out which bed we’re going to nap in.” Dean smoothly interrupted and nodded like of course it’d been the rest of Joel’s sentence. “I think Tate’s bed is biggest, so let’s sleep there.”

“All of us?” Joel’s brain immediately switched gears. “We all should…I can…”

More yawns cut him off but they didn’t bother Dean. He simply nodded again and started leading Joel toward the back of the apartment, barely pausing to put the bag on the couch. “Yes. You’re right. You’ll be in the middle. We all need a nap.”

Amen.

Kicking off my shoes by the door, I followed like an obedient sub because I was glad Dean had found a part of their relationship that he was completely comfortable with. And I was glad his plan involved us all getting some down time.

I was way too old to have slept on the floor.

They looked like they’d agree with that sentiment too because they were both yawning by the time I got to my bedroom. It was cute, but the best part was the way Joel was sitting on the bed and Dean was crouching down to take his shoes off. “Socks on or off?”

“Do…do I need my socks?” Joel looked down, clearly very confused at the question.

“No.” Dean decided to take charge like a real Daddy Dom and slipped them off. “Do you need to go potty before you take a nap?”

Shaking his head, Joel sighed. “I…Target…you…”

That seemed to be a reminder that he’d gone while we’d waited for coffee and he obviously thought it was enough of an explanation because Joel rolled over and crawled to the middle of the queen-sized bed and lay down face first.

Dean just shook his head as he rose and toed his own shoes off before pointing to the far side of the room. “I can’t sleep on that side of the bed.”

That seemed to be directed at me, so I nodded and walked around the other side to lie down there. Joel just sighed as we both stretched out on either side of him, but he was out before he could say anything else cute.

It took me about thirty seconds longer to fall asleep, but that was just because I had to wiggle and find the right spot. Once I had one leg over my Joel-shaped body pillow, I was out and the last thing I heard was Dean’s slow, deep breathing.

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“I’m hungry and I’m stuck and I’m hot and I don’t know why I was taking a nap.” Wiggling out from under Dean and me, Joel pushed up and finally escaped. “I was trapped. I have to pee.”

Somehow he decided that nearly killing me was the right way to get out of the bed and I grunted as his knees barely missed a couple of important bits in his bid to escape. “I really have to pee. I have to. Yes.”

He barely made it out without landing on his head, but as I rolled over and stretched, he hit the ground running. “I did it.”

Dean let out a low, muffled chuckle and took a few more seconds before he lifted his head up. “He’s so dramatic.”

“And woke up slightly confused.” I was hoping he’d remember what happened by the time he finished using the bathroom, but I was prepared for every contingency. “If he still hasn’t figured it out when he gets back, you have to tell him about the nap and I’ll work on the sex toy situation.”

“Deal.” Rolling back over on the bed, Dean buried his face in the pillows. “He’s not going to freak out, though. I know that.”

“Good.” I was hoping that was true when I heard Joel suck in a breath from wherever he was in the apartment.

Fuck.

“I have a cage!” His excited tone was so loud I bet half the building new he had a cock cage. “And we got a plug or a toy or something. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.”

“Is he telling his penis to hurry up peeing?” Dean’s question should’ve been stupid but I found myself shrugging.

“Um, maybe his bladder?” I didn’t think his dick was really in control of that situation. It was just the hose.

“All done! Good job. Where’s my bag of toys?” Joel sounded like a kid at Christmas. “I found it!”

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