“Hi! I'm home!” he shouted, dropping his keys on the table and his bag on the floor beside it as he slammed the door behind him.
“In the bedroom!” came the muffled reply.
Confused slightly, he navigated the hallway and its obstacles – the bike and the vacuum cleaner, both seldom used – and entered the spacious bedroom at the end. The owner of the voice was half-buried in the wardrobe yet knew when he'd arrived.
“Clothes off, little man” it said, between the creaks and clattering of coat hangers. He was startled,
“What? Already!? Really?” he exclaimed.
“Yup. Come on, pants off...” it continued, as the boy it belonged to emerged from the cupboard clutching something brightly-coloured and approached him.
Reluctantly, he began to undress, folding and passing to the other boy each item until he was left in just his socks and boxers. He was slightly annoyed; this wasn't supposed to happen til later, and he didn't understand why it had to be now!
His frustration must have shown in his face, as when the taller boy next spoke, it was curt and firm,
“Stop frowning. You know you'll thank me for it later. Boxers...” he said, holding his hand out.
Shyly, the smaller boy slid down the underwear, stepped out of them and handed them over. Now acutely aware of his nudity, he instinctively placed his hands over his privates, though he knew he shouldn't really.
The bigger boy smiled a little and said, “I'll let you keep your socks on, I think – I know your lil toes get cold!” with a wink. He blushed. “Thank you”.
Knowing what followed, he laid down on the bed and buried his face in the nearest pillow. The familiar crinkling and rustling came, as did the instruction to lift his bum, and then his favourite moment: something cold sprinkled over his exposed crotch and a finger dabbed the sweet smell on the end of his nose and he giggled.
Only once the soft, thick padding had been pulled between his legs, tucked round his waist and taped securely in place did he dare to look up at his boyfriend, standing with arms outstretched proudly.
“Well done, little man! All done!” he proclaimed, “Gimme a hug to say thank you!”
The little boy leapt up, wanting nothing more, and hugged him tightly, nuzzling into his neck and smelling the strange mix of baby powder and his boyfriend's aftershave.
The little things you notice...
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