Page 17 of Their Little House Tristan
“Will that be all today?” The cashier grinned, clearly amused by our selections.
I loved that there was a place in town now where we could freely buy what we wanted. That hadn’t always been the case. My first onesie was from an online store and came in a generic plastic mailer, somehow making it feel dirty instead of fun. I much preferred this.
“Almost,” I said. “We need one more thing.”
I’d been searching the shop but hadn’t seen what I wanted: a paci clip for my friend. Tristan was constantly losing his paci or dropping it and needing to wash it mid play. I knew how much he loved that thing, and I wanted him not to have to worry about it tonight.
When I explained, the cashier lit up. “I’ve got just the thing,” she said, disappearing into the back room. She returned with a paci clip decorated with bunnies, kittens, puppies, and ducklings. Cuteness overload, and I was there for it.
“This one’s on me,” she said warmly. “Honestly? I haven’t seen such adorable coordinating littles in a long time. Makes this mommy’s heart so happy.”
We thanked her, probably too many times, and headed home where we showered, packed our bags, and made sure we had our invites more than once. Tonight was going to be epic. I could feel it.
We were doing this.
We were going to the club—together.
Not just to play, although we were definitely going to do that, but maybe, just maybe, we’d catch the eye of the hot daddy we were both interested in. But even if he didn’t come, I was going to have fun with Tristan. We clicked in more ways than I ever considered possible with another little.
Thanks to his position, Tristan had access to any of the dressing rooms if no one else reserved them for the night. And while the one we got wasn’t fancy or decked out with little themes, and it felt more high school locker room than luxury, it gave us what we needed as we got ready: privacy.
“Tristan,” I said, voice low. “Can I get you ready tonight? Can I take care of you?”
His eyes widened just slightly. “Yeah,” he whispered. “As long as I can get you ready too.”
Like I could turn that down.
We slowly undressed each other, planning to put on our new clothes immediately afterward. but standing there, with him naked in front of me had me hard as a rock, and his cock mirrored mine.
“It might not be the best idea to go out there with a boner.” Tristan licked his lips, his eyes on my erection. “It’s not like we can hide them under our clothing.”
Neither of us had brought diapers, just two pairs of thick underwear. Diapers were the only chance we had of keeping our arousals from being too evident to the wrong people. Honestly, we hadn’t expected to need them, not without a daddy present. Diapers alone were not the same as with a caregiver, not by any stretch. And besides, that was more Tristan’s thing than mine.
“I…think I need help taking care of that,” Tristan murmured, his cheeks pink, his eyes still glued to my length.
“Do you?” I asked, brushing his hair back with my fingers.
He nodded.
I yanked him into a searing kiss, mumbling against his lips, “Only if that means I get to take care of yours, too.”
He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he dropped to his knees in front of me. The room seemed to quiet around us. Gone were the noises of the people walking by, leaving only him and us and this moment.
His hands slid up my thighs, slow and firm, like I was everything he desired. I wove my fingers through his hair, careful not to push him while letting him see and feel how much I wanted this.
He wasn’t rushed or frantic, the way I would’ve been had I got there first. He was so much more controlled in his desire, kissing a path up my thigh, heading to where I longed him to be. I didn’t care if we ever made it out of this dressing room as long as he didn’t stop.
Chapter Twelve
James
The event was packed. Although it was a daddy/mommy/little shindig, other club members had contributed items for the silent auction, and the only reason they weren’t there in person was because it had sold out.
Chained had a reputation, among those who knew it existed, for being community minded, and that rep was well earned. In the time I’d been a member, I’d attended many parties and balls and auctions and other such things for charities in the city and actually around the world. But this one was especially exciting to me because it was to help the people who had saved my King from neglect and sadness. While he hadn’t been directly abused, some of their rescues were, and the day I picked up King, I wanted to take every one of them home with me. Only the assurance that they were all being treated like royalty until their furever person showed up convinced me to go with just him.
I contributed automatically every month, but what was more meaningful were the days I put in helping out. So I knew the staff well and was delighted to see Ray and Georgie at Chained. They were not members, but they were daddy and little, just the kind who preferred to live their lives in privacy. But for this evening, they were here, wearing their City GoldenDoodle T-shirts and smiling ear to ear.
The auction, while it was likely to be the biggest earner for the dogs, was not the part that drew the members. If I had to guess, it was the dogs.
