Came home to see these on the fridge.

There was a picture attached to the text Zack had sent his best friend. The page Alex had colored for Jordan as well as the one that Jordan had colored for Zack (two swans surrounded by hearts) were framed by silver and held in place by odd, random magnets over the top corners.

Jack smiled at the image before he was nudging his nose into the hair at the side of his baby boy's head.

Alex glanced away from the TV. His eyes were bleary and a bit bloodshot, and Jack had a thought about how it was clearly well past bedtime before he turned the phone so that the elder could see the screen.

A moment was taken where Alex had to glance between the picture and the accompanying text before he beamed. It was a tired grin, but he still looked up into Jack's eyes before speaking. “He really liked my picture, daddy,” he was able to mumble out before his head dropped back down to rest against his daddy’s shoulder. “I think he likes me, too.”

He was exhausted after such a long day, but he wouldn’t go up to bed if daddy wasn’t with him.

“I knew he would, sweet boy,” Jack said as a kiss was pressed to the top of Alex’s head. A hard reached out in search of the remote to turn the TV off as the other pulled the elder into his lap. It would be easier to carry him upstairs that way—he’d learned from past experience. “Daddy’s always right, y’know.”

Alex hummed. Of course he knew that.

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When Jack woke up the next morning, everything just felt… right. He wasn’t sure what it was, truth be told. The clock read six (an hour too early for anyone, honestly), and Alex was sprawled out on his stomach on the opposite side of the bed, but it was all just… it was good.

For a while, he did try to think about what could’ve been the cause of his good mood. Was something meant to happen at work today? Did his boss talk to him yesterday, maybe tell him that he was going to be getting a bonus or raise or something of the sort? No. He was sure that he’d remember something like that.

By the time the clock read six-thirty, he realized that just thinking about being in a good mood and pondering what the cause could’ve possibly been was really such a waste. Why not share it with his baby boy?

The corners of Jack’s lips ticked up just slightly as he slid across the bed. A hand reached out to pull the blanket draped over Alex’s waist down, revealing the Adventure Time boxers that the older man was wearing. The only reaction he received in response was a few gently mumbled words into a pillow.

Today, Jack decided, was going to be just about Alex. As though every day wasn’t already just about Alex. Therefore, everything needed to be taken slowly. His little prince was going to be woken up in the best possible way, and that meant that he needed to be careful in whatever moves he made. (Hell, if Alex wanted to call Jack daddy, he’d allow it… but just the one time.)

The pulling down of the (mostly) light blue boxers, the spreading of gorgeous legs, the positioning of himself at the foot of the bed on his knees were all done so carefully that Jack almost wasn’t sure that he’d actually accomplished the feat until Alex was spread out before him. The room was dim, but the sight that greeted the younger was definitely more than enough to turn anyone on. Plump lips, smooth skin, long eyelashes, each just as natural as the last. If anything, that just made Jack feel even better.

He hadn’t thought that was possible.

It was as Alex began to stir a bit more than he had prior did Jack lean forward to begin pressing light kisses to the curve at the top of the blond’s ass, just where it meets his lower back on the left. The tips of his fingers traced random shapes over the insides of Alex’s thighs, one of the most sensitive parts on the other’s body.

“Sweet boy,” he cooed as his partner’s hips began to wiggle beneath him. They would press harder against the mattress below his body before they’d lift closer to Jack’s touch. “Wake up, handsome boy. It’s time to get up now.”

Alex let out a gasp as a warm tongue traced his skin. Down, down, down it went, so softly that his still half-unconscious mind was all but certain that it was nothing more than a dream. That was the case, at least, until sharp teeth dug harshly into the skin at the very center of his right cheek.

“Daddy said that it’s time to wake up, little prince. You aren’t going to be a bad boy for daddy, are you? Does daddy have to punish his baby boy this early in the morning?” Jack asked. He moved back up the elder’s shaking body to rest his chin at the very spot he’d first kissed. The feel of stubble against his skin had Alex jumping in shock.

His breathing was getting heavier the longer he lay there, with Jack between his spread legs. He knew that it wasn’t in his best interest to not answer right away, not when daddy was in such a particularly dominating mood, but he couldn’t find it in himself to speak. He was still so tired, but oh, god, was he turned on.

“You know that daddy doesn’t like having to ask you something multiple times, little prince. You know that I have to punish you now, don’t you? I have to make sure that you learn your lesson. What do you think would be a good punishment, baby boy? You get to decide today. Should I spank you?”

With those words, a large hand moved back up Alex’s leg to cup his ass firmly. A dull tap was place on the spot before the hand retreated once more.

“Or maybe daddy should get out some of his nice silky ties, and he’ll tie your arms up against the bed posts, and he’ll tease and make you feel so good… and then he’ll go to work, and you’ll have to stay here all day. That would be lots of fun, wouldn’t it, sweet boy? Daddy could come home to his little prince, wrapped up and on display, just for him.”

“No, daddy,” Alex was able to choke out. That tongue was tracing over his body again, getting closer and closer to where he wanted to feel it. The fact that he wasn’t being reprimanded for calling Jack “daddy” just made the entire ordeal even better. It almost seemed like he was being encouraged to say it. That was something he could definitely get used to. “Daddy, I-I want… uhn, daddy, please…”

“Please? Please what?” Jack teased. The very tip of his pointed tongue drew small circles against the skin of Alex’s ass. Slowly… slowly… he was almost there when—

“Oh, g-god… fuck, daddy,” he groaned.

Jack nipped the skin beneath his lips. “That’s not a good word to say, baby boy. You’re too little to say things like that, and you know it. Now I have to think of a punishment for that, too. Not answering me and saying naughty words? I thought you were my good little boy.”

Alex’s breathing was getting heavier, and he could feel a cold sweat begin to break out along his forehead and back. His stomach was twisting inside of him, as though his guts were being wrung dry. In what felt like no more than a single instant, his lips and tongue became chapped and dry. It became difficult to swallow (though, really, there was nothing to swallow), and the fact that he was already having trouble breathing made it all seem that much worse.

Jack continued mumbling away to himself as he pushed tiny kisses to his shaking partner’s back and sides, seemingly unaware of what was happening with the elder. “Does it feel good, baby boy?” he asked before he licked a line of salty sweat from warm skin. “Does daddy make you feel good? Daddy always wants to play with you, y’know. He’s just so tired all the time… but he has such a good baby boy waiting for him at home every day… daddy should play with his sweet boy more often, shouldn’t he? Would you like that? Maybe you wouldn’t act out so much then, huh?”

“Daddy… da—uhn, daddy, stop!” Alex gasped. His eyes widened as soft lips pressed a kiss to his entrance. When Jack didn’t move away at all and instead seemed to push his face closer, Alex’s hands furled into the blankets at either side of his body.

He would be okay. He just had to be a good boy for daddy. That’s all he had to do; that’s all he was born to do—be a good boy for his daddy. And he was going to be the best little boy he could possibly be because his daddy deserved—

“Daddy! Daddy, stop, please, stop,” he begged. He tried to move away, but those strong hands that still gripped at his lower thighs kept him from getting very far.

“Don’t you like it, handsome boy? Don’t you like when daddy plays with you? When daddy… teases you?” Jack taunted. He moved away from Alex’s entrance with that. Small kisses dotted across a rounded cheek before he was sucking a dark hickey into the elder’s pale skin.

“Please, stop… daddy, please!” he whined pathetically. He couldn’t be a good boy any longer, and he couldn’t hold his tongue even though he knew that he should have, and his struggling became much more insistent. When Jack realized that, yes, something was actually truly wrong, he sat up on his knees and watched as Alex all but threw himself over the edge of the bed onto the floor. It took a second for the older man to regain his footing before he was stumbling, both naked and hard, into the bathroom.

As the light flicked on, Jack was able to take notice of how much paler his lover seemed.

Then, the unmistakable sound of gagging started up.

It was no more than ten seconds later before Jack was sitting on the floor behind Alex. He rubbed apologetic circles against his baby boy’s stomach as the other sobbed in pain and choked on vomit. Needless to say, neither was very turned on anymore.

“Hey, sweet baby, daddy’s gonna go make a call real quick, alright? I’m gonna go see if Jordan will come spend the day with you again. How does that sound? I’ll stop at the store before I go to work to get you some of that cheese you like. Some soup, too. Does that sound good to you? Some soup and grilled cheese for lunch?”

Alex nodded before his head turned so that his temple could rest against the cool toilet seat he was draped over. “Will you get grape juice, too?” he asked. It was clear that he’d tried to make himself sound hopeful and innocent, but the way his abused voice cracked stopped that from happening. Either way, Jack nodded.

“Anything to make my handsome boy feel better. I’m gonna go call him and get you some medicine, alright? Just take some deep breaths, and I promise I’ll be back in less than two minutes.” With a kiss to disheveled hair, he was standing to his feet and leaving the room.

Well, so much for that good mood.

Notes

long story short doing school full time and work part time sucks and i never have time to write and i hAte it