Daddy

“You’re such a messy boy. What am I supposed do about this, huh?” Jack tsked quietly. He suddenly understood why Alex hadn’t been able to get all of the chocolate sauce off of his face. It almost acted like a super glue against his smooth skin. Jack sort of didn’t even feel like even dealing with the sticky remains that had been kissed onto his own lips. There was probably little to no hope for his shirt. How had one, small smudge turned into... into this.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” Alex mumbled back. If Jack hadn’t been anticipating the words, he probably wouldn’t have been able to decipher them. The longer he tried to get as much chocolate off as possible (yet failed in cleaning and succeeded in spreading), the more Alex’s lips and cheeks were being pushed and pressed against, making it difficult for any words to be properly formed.

Jack sighed as he rubbed the sticky skin with the quickly-drying wipe a little harder. He’d considered trying soap and water, but that had already done its job, and he doubted that’d work any more than it already had.

Alex watched his daddy’s face closely as the younger man all but glared at the dessert topping. Strong fingers gripped his chin tightly to keep him from moving too much, especially with the force of Jack’s hand pushing against his cheek. It was almost to the point of being painful, and the wipe that had been cool, wet, and smooth when it had first been pulled from its container was nothing if not warm, dry, and scratchy. He could only imagine how red and irritated the spot would be once all the remains had been cleared away.

With a huffed growl, Jack was tossing the wipe off the side of the bed and looking at the damage he’d caused. He almost didn’t notice the few tears that had begun to pool in the older man’s pitiful eyes, and he probably would’ve been completely oblivious to them (he couldn’t stop looking at the chocolate, his mind not coming up with any quick solutions and managing to piss him off even further with each passing second) if it hadn’t been for the sniffle that Alex let out.

Jack’s frustration dissipated immediately as he glanced up from the corner of his baby boy’s mouth. “What’s wrong, my handsome boy?” he soothed as his left hand reached up to card through soft hair.

“Just kinda hurt a lil bit,” Alex mumbled back. He wiped at his eyes with the backs of his hands and sniffled again before giving a weak smile. It didn’t last any more than a few seconds before it was dropping down again, not quite a pout but definitely not anywhere near a smile.

Jack sighed and reached up to pull Alex closer by a hand wrapped around the back of the elder’s neck. Alex didn’t object the action and allowed his body to be curled in on itself, just enough so that Jack’s lips could press a gentle kiss to his forehead.

He really hoped the few bits of topping that decorated Jack’s own lips stayed in their place; he didn’t want to have more of his skin rubbed raw for absolutely nothing... or for it to, god forbid, get in his hair.

“Daddy’s so sorry, sweet boy. He didn’t mean to hurt his little prince. Daddy just needs to make sure that his baby boy is always nice and clean, right? We can’t play if baby’s dirty, you know that. Come on, we’ll think of something else. Daddy will make it better,” Jack soothed.

He moved away from his partner then, to stand to his feet and hold his hand out in front of Alex’s face. The older man glanced back and forth between the hand he was being offered and his daddy’s face before he gave another little sniffle and reached out to be pulled to his feet as well.

“Hey, now, don’t cry, baby boy. It’s okay. Daddy’s gonna make it all better. You trust daddy, don’t you?” Jack asked as he pulled Alex into his chest. The slighter man nodded after he was tucked securely against his partner’s chest, his sore face buried in the soft cotton of the younger’s V-neck t-shirt. Jack’s arms held their bodies close while he rocked them from side to side, muttering soothing words into the air around them.

“I’m sorry for being a messy boy, daddy,” Alex finally mumbled out. His lips caught on the fabric that he was being held against, and, really, he wasn’t looking forward to the punishment he’d receive because of it. Jack wasn’t even concerned with it. What was the point in getting angry over something that, more or less, couldn’t have been helped?

Instead of offering a verbal response to Alex’s apology, Jack allowed his hands to caress up and down a lithe back in silent reassurance. When he finally thought of a solution, one that would (hopefully) both work and relax Alex, he let his hands drift down to prominent hips. Fingers curled over the bones and stretched skin, hidden from view by tight jeans, before Jack was pushing the elder away enough to smile at him.

“How about,” he started once Alex had smiled back, “we get you a bath going. I’ll even let you use bubbles this time. How does that sound? Daddy’ll get you nice and clean, and then he’ll kiss your pretty face all better. Does that sound like a good idea to you, handsome boy?”

Alex tried to stifle his grin before he bit at his bottom lip and nodded his head. He couldn’t help but be excited about the thought of taking a bubble bath. Jack didn’t let him use bubbles often. They were really only used on special occasions. It didn’t help the stinging of his cheek, but it made him feel a little less terrible about the mess he’d made.

Jack grinned at the confirmation before seeking out Alex’s hand. Their fingers were laced between them, and then the short trek to the bathroom began. It was just as they were crossing the threshold from one room to the other did Alex speak up.

It was the first thing he’d said since Jack had walked into the bedroom that wasn’t an apology or complaint. In fact, it came out as a giggle.

“You’re messy, too, daddy,” he pointed out. He almost sounded innocent, as though he hadn’t been the cause of the slight disaster.

As the words left his lips, Jack stepped in front of the mirror that was positioned above their bathroom sink. It was true, too. He was just as much, if not more of a mess than Alex was.
He decided at that moment that the next time his baby boy wanted a dessert, it would just be store bought… and there wouldn’t be any chocolate sauce involved whatsoever. He wouldn’t allow chocolate sauce in his household—or anywhere near Alex—ever again at this rate.

Jack sighed in clear defeat before moving closer to the bathtub. Alex stayed silent as his hand was let go, and he didn’t utter a single word as the water was turned on and the drain was plugged up. A close eye was kept on the rising water as the younger man turned to begin undressing his boyfriend. He didn’t get much more than Alex’s shirt over his head before he was stopped.

“You said I could have bubbles,” he pointed out quietly. His gaze was cast longingly at the water as it rushed to fill the porcelain before he was giving puppy dog eyes to Jack. “Please, daddy?”

Jack sighed and shook his head, but stepped back toward the sink in search of the bubbles. “Daddy’s really just letting you get away with everything tonight, isn’t he?” he hummed as he sought after the large, plastic container that Alex was practically dying to see. They were lavender-scented, and they’d surely help get Alex to sleep without much (if any) difficulty.

From where he’d perched himself on the toilet lid as he watched and waited, Alex let out a giggle. “Thank you. I love you, daddy,” he assured in the sweetest tone he could possibly muster.

Jack let out another quiet hum as the bubbles were pulled from under the sink. He made sure that nothing would fall out the next time he had to open the cabinet, and then moved to press a kiss to Alex’s exposed forehead. “I love you, too, baby boy,” he whispered before he pulled away and stepped closer to the tub.

It was nearly half full at that point, and he quickly added a splash of the purple soap and reached in to not only swish it around a bit, but to make sure that the temperature was neither too hot nor too cold. He’d made the mistake of not checking in the past, and he really didn’t want to burn Alex or give him a cold again.

When he was sure that everything was just as it should be, the water was turned off and he climbed to his feet once more. His hand was offered out to Alex, just like it had been in the bedroom, but that time, Alex didn’t hesitate to grab on and push himself onto his feet.

Another quick kiss was exchanged between the two before Jack set about pulling off the elder’s jeans and boxers. It took a minute, truth be told, to get the tight material down past Alex’s thighs, but as soon as they had been discarded a few feet away for Jack to clean up later, a kiss was being pressed to Alex’s stomach and he was being shooed toward the tub.

Time was taken to be sure that he wouldn’t slip on his way into the tub. He hadn’t made that mistake yet, but he wasn’t willing to go through with it. If there was one thing Alex didn’t deal well with, it was pain. It was a wonder he’d ever considered getting tattoos.

Jack was busy cleaning up the small mess that had been made in the bathroom as Alex finally sunk down into the warm water and towering bubbles. It wasn’t much, really, just the clothes that Alex had been wearing and the bubbles container that needed to be put back where it belonged. By the time he’d returned from dropping the clothes in the hamper in their closet, Alex was already eagerly awaiting him with another question.

“Will you come in with me, daddy?” he asked as he ducked down to hide behind a tower of bubbles that he’d made.

The younger man was going to need a shower anyway, but he still played along. Or, not played along as much as reminded Alex that what he said was more or less the law. He was given the option.

“I guess I can… but if I do, that means we can’t play tonight. Daddy still has work in the morning. Maybe if we can get into bed soon, we’ll be able to play in the morning before he has to leave. It’s up to you, baby boy. Which would you rather have?” Jack asked as he set himself on the toilet lid, much like Alex had before.

The elder bit his lip and suppressed a whine of annoyance. He hated when Jack made him choose. It was always the hard things, too. It could never be something like… like do you want to get yelled at or do you want to cuddle? Why couldn’t he be asked something like that? He’d never lose!

With a sigh, he was crossing his arms under the bubbles and pouting for all he was worth. That, of course, wasn’t the right thing to do. He knew from past experience that it wasn’t, but he just couldn’t seem to help himself.

“Well, if you’re just going to be like that, then I guess I won’t get in the bath and we won’t play tonight. We might not even play tomorrow. Daddy thought you were being such a good boy tonight, too. Guess he was wrong,” he mused as he set about getting a cup filled with water ready to wet Alex’s hair.

Alex gaped at him, eyes wide. “I am a good boy, daddy!” he cried. He pushed himself up onto his knees to be closer so that Jack could see how serious he was being. “I am, daddy! I am! I promise! I’m your good boy! Please?”

“Please what?” Jack asked as he sat back down to wait and see what Alex had to say.

“Please take a bath with me?” the elder asked, eyes still wide and hands gripping the edge of the bathtub tightly. “I’m a good boy. Promise.”

Jack took a moment to pretend to contemplate it before he nodded his head. He needed the lavender just as much as, if not more than, Alex (as well as needing to get his own face clean of the damned chocolate), and he’d no doubt that his baby boy would be asleep before they could even actually play together. A bath was something both needed, and Jack was more than willing to comply.

Notes

i'm glad some of u like it so far!! i have like seven chps already posted to mibba so i'll post the rest here
also should probably mention that this is an mpreg story ok