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I feel like I update too much

But this chapter takes a drastic fucking change

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"We can save your punishment for another time, baby boy, let's just get you cleaned up," I said.

"There's an outer bathroom for when we have pool parties because mama doesn't like it when people tread water through the house," Gee said.

He pointed over to the side to the little building. I carried him over into under the big archway where there were more lounges and tables and chairs. A big stone fireplace was sat near the side. Gee pointed to a door and I opened it to the bathroom. The room was completely white tile, with a sink, a toilet, and a shower that was blocked off by a curtain.

I set Gee onto the closed toilet lid, turning to the sink. I grabbed a cloth from the towel rack and rinsed under warm water before turning back. I gently wiped off his face and he smiled up at me when it was finished. I smiled back, running a hand through his hair and resting it on his cheek.

"Beautiful," I muttered.

He giggled, his cheeks dusting red.

"No offense, daddy, but your come doesn't taste very good," Gee remarked, making a face of disgust.

I chuckled. "Here, Princess, let's go get you something to drink."

He nodded and held my hand to stand up. We went to our clothes and put them back on. I retied my red tie around my neck while Gee's wet panties hung from the tip of his finger. I laughed as he tossed them at me but I dodged it.

"C'mon, let's go get you so dry panties," I said.

The two of us headed inside together. Gee went upstairs to get new panties while I went into the kitchen. Neither of us have eaten yet so I decided I might as well make something for us. I looked through the fridge and pantry when I heard Gee coming in.

"Are you making food, daddy?" Gee asked.

I nodded as he sat at one of the stools at the island. I grabbed a glass, filled it with some juice and handed it to him.

"Daddy?" Gee asked.

"Yes, sweetheart?" I asked.

"Why do you still play with your friends if they're meanie heads?" Gee asked.

"Because they're still my friends, Gee, I've known them for years," I stated.

"Sometimes I like to listen to Mikey when he's talking to his therapist when she comes over through the door," Gee said.

"Why does Mikey have a therapist?" I asked.

"Because people beat him up a lot and that makes him really sad," Gee said. "Anyways, sometimes she says that he closes himself off and that he'd rather take the torment he gets now then let it get worse."

I stopped my search for food to look at him in question as I raised my eyebrows.

"He met this boy at school that he liked and the boy liked him back," Gee explained. "But Mikey decided it was better to push him away because he knew if he started dating the boy then the tormenting from the other kids would only get worse."

"Okay, why are you telling me that?" I asked.

"Daddy, is that why you're scared to hold my hand and hug me and stuff? Is it because you're scared of being made fun of?" He asked.

"I'm not scared," I denied.

"She says it's not good to keep in your emotions," Gee said.

"If I were keeping in my emotions would I be here right now making us lunch when I could be off doing whatever else I wanted to?" I asked.

Gee thought about that. "I guess that's a good point."

"What do you want, babydoll?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Can I have grilled cheese, please?" He asked.

"Sure thing," I confirmed.

I found the stuff that was needed before I was standing in front of the stove to cook. Gee was singing quietly, happily watching me as I cooked. Luckily my mom used to teach me things in the kitchen so I wasn't half bad. I mean, I couldn't fucking pull a gourmet meal out of my ass but I could make grilled cheese without burning the damn house down.

"Daddy, I want kissies," Gee said.

I turned and saw him standing behind me. I smiled, wrapping my arms around him to pull him close and plant kisses on his lip. Gee giggled, wrapping his arms around my neck as he kissed back. I started to pull away but Gee whined and held me tighter.

"Hold on, little one," I said with a chuckle. "I don't want the food to burn."

He pouted slightly but let go nonetheless. I flipped over the two sandwiches, watching the gooey cheese melt. I pulled them off when they were ready and set them onto two plates. We sat at the stools, quietly munching on our lunch.

"I'm full," gee declared. "Let's go play now."

I looked over and saw that he had only taken a few bites of his sandwich.

"Nuh uh, baby boy, not until you finish your lunch," I said.

He pouted but still picked up his sandwich and continued eating. I gave him a smile and he blushed. Gee returned the smile, his little teeth being shown off to me as his eyes sparkled. I felt my stomach twist with nerves, feeling the way my heart beat a little faster at this beautiful boy in front of me. I ignored that, turning back to my food.

"Okay, now I'm done," Gee stated.

I looked at his empty plate, finishing my own sandwich. Gee smiled, grabbing my hand and pulling me upstairs to his room. I sat down on the edge of the bed while he fixed up the makeup that had slightly gotten messed up in the pool. When he was done, he came back over and sat beside me. Gee bit his lip before leaning over and giving me a peck on the lips. The small boy blushed, covering his mouth as he giggled.

"Daddy?" Gee asked quietly.

"Yes, sugar?" I asked.

"Can you please draw tattoos on me?" He asked. "I wanna get tattoos like you but I don't like the big, scary needles. We can be matching with our tattoos!"

He handed me a black sharpie, smiling happily.

"Alright, baby, can you take off your clothes for me and lay on your stomach?" I asked.

He nodded, doing as I said. I thought of an idea that I thought would suit him and his personality. I started on the back of his left shoulder. I did a floral design, simple but not too simple. It trailed down his back, veering right until I got to his right hip. I turned him onto his side, going over his hip and onto his right thigh before turning him onto his back. I continued the pattern down to his inner thigh while Gerard kept giggle and squirming from the feeling. I held him down but this only seemed to make him laugh harder.

"Daddy, it tickles," he complained.

"Shush, be a good boy and let daddy finish," I said.

Gee giggled and nodded. I finished up, the flowers and leaves and vines trailing front the the back of his left shoulder down and around to the inner of his right thigh. Right near the bottom of it, coincidentally close to the base of his dick, I signed my initials and capped the marker.

"There we go," I said.

I looked at the clock and saw that two hours had passed of us just chatting while I drew. Gee jumped up excitedly and I prayed that he didn't just smear the marker.

"So pretty!" Gee exclaimed, looking at himself in the mirror.

He admired the floral design, gently running his hand over it. Luckily it was dry enough so it didn't smear.

"This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" Gee cheered. "I love it so much! Thank you, daddy!"

"Anything for my baby boy," I said, smiling at the way his wide eyes grazed over the black design that trickled over his pale skin.

He wrapped me up in a hug, kissing my cheek.

"This is the bestest thing ever!" Gee exclaimed as he pulled back to look at the design in the mirror again.

"I'm glad you like it, princess," I said.

"I love it! Love it! Love it!" Gee cheered. "You should be a tattoo artist when you grow up!"

I thought about that for a moment, and it was actually a pretty good idea. I mean, they wouldn't care about my tattoos or piercings.

"I can't walk around without anything on but I don't want to cover this up," Gee said.

"Just put your panties on," I suggested. "Just be sure to cover that up around your family or else they'll know you've been getting naked for people."

He grabbed his white silk panties from his pile of clothes and pulled them on.

"Ooh! I want to show you something!" Gee said suddenly.

He went over and grabbed a little light brown bunny stuffed animal while I sat down on the edge of his bed again. It was old and worn out but still doing fine. On the white tag it had Mikey's name stitched into it but under it there was Gee's name stitched in.

"This used to be Mikey's stuffie when he was a little baby but he gave it to me when I was born," Gee said, holding out the toy. "His name is Flopsy."

I smiled, taking it into my hand.

"Well, Mikey is a good big brother, isn't he?" I asked.

Gee nodded but then looked glum. "But he gets sad a lot because of your friends hurting him. I don't like it when he's sad, it makes me sad. I don't like seeing the boo boos on his wrists."

My eyes widened slightly as I set the stuffie aside and pulled him to sit across my lap. He kept his head down, his hands wringing together.

"What'd you say?" I asked.

"It makes him sad," Gee said.

"No, baby, after that," I clarified.

"Oh, I don't like the boo boos he makes on his wrists," Gee repeated, looking up at me. "He hasn't done it in a while, I begged him not to. I don't like the ouchies."

I kissed his forehead gently, the guilt settling in around me. This was because of me. Fuck.