Page 61 of Learning to Change

Dean went still before pushing up off the bed a couple of inches and yelling toward the doorway. “Go back and wash your hands. I’m not telling you again.”

Did he realize how much of a Daddy he was?

Would he panic if I pointed it out?

He’d overthink it if I pointed it out, but I wasn’t sure about anything else.

“Fine.” Joel’s dramatic tone made me grin but I almost laughed as he stomped into the bathroom. “I wasn’t dirty. I only touched my penis and then I was going to touch it again to put my cage on.”

His logic was interesting.

“I don’t care.” Dean wasn’t having any of it, though. “You get all clean or you don’t get your cage.”

Mumbling something about all the weird shit he had to say, Dean rolled over and sat up, looking around the room. “What else did he say? Oh, he’s hungry.”

“We’re all hungry.” Our schedule had gotten all fucked up and this was either going to be a very late lunch or an early dinner. “What do you feel like eating and are we putting the cage on him already?”

“Oh, I’m going to look so cute.” Joel sounded like he was talking about wearing a new outfit, not a cock cage.

Dean scrubbed his hands over his face and sighed. “He’s not going to get distracted. You’re on cage duty and deciding what the plan is with him, and I’ll figure out a meal.”

Seemed like a good division of labor to me, so I nodded and leaned over to give him a quick peck before climbing out of bed. “Deal.”

Dean’s cheeks pinked up but he got his embarrassment under control before shifting and pushed his legs over the side of the bed. “Does he need to be cleaned up more before we put it on him?”

That was a very good question.

“Yes.” We’d done the best we could in the store, but we hadn’t planned on his explosive orgasm. “Oh, and I promised him a bubble bath when I was helping him earlier.”

Dean blinked at me for a moment before going into Daddy mode and nodding slowly as he stood up. “Okay, you start getting the bath ready and I’ll bring in a snack. Then once he’s clean, relaxed, and caged, we’ll plan out an early dinner.”

He was such a Daddy.

“Sounds good.” And it was clearly a plan that didn’t make him nervous since he got to focus on Joel. “Oh, do we have anything we can use as toys in the tub?”

He should’ve questioned me about that request.

He should’ve at least given me a WTF face.

He should’ve shaken his head.

He did none of that.

“Sure. I was going to give them to him for his birthday next month but let’s call it a first cage celebration and I’ll figure out something else.” Dean seemed to think his response was perfectly normal as he headed out and went across the hall to his bedroom.

For fuck’s sake.

He had bathtub toys in his closet.

“I’m ready for my cage.” Joel’s singsong tone got louder in a desperate bid to get his cage on, and as I came out of the bedroom, I saw him peeking down the hall. “I’m being patient.”

Was he, though?

“One second.” He didn’t like that answer and started to pout, but as Dean passed me a big bag of bathtub toys, Joel decided that pitching a fit could wait.

“Oh.” He didn’t forget the very grown-up toys in his hand, but he immediately came closer and his eyes got wider. “More toys.”

Well, at least he wasn’t pouting any longer.

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