"What the hell did you...?!" [For adm_chris_pike]

[iamnotmyfather]

There had been a few rumors that Jim had heard and he wanted to think they were just that, rumors. So he headed down to the rec room where his boy said he'd be and stood in the doorway, eyes scanning the room until he came across him. What the hell was this? It had better not be what he thought it was. If it was there was going to be a shit ton of problems. Ones that neither man would want to deal with.

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[iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com]

"Bed sounds good, my boy." He says kissing him softly. "Let's go."

[adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com]

Chris slid from the window sill and followed his Master into their bedroom, crawling into bed and waiting for Jim to lie down next to him.

[iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com]

Those blue eyes watch his boy for the longest time, just watching before he goes over and lays down beside him, pulling him close.

[adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com]

Christopher doesn't know what to think about that and when Jim finally lays down next to him, he asks.

"What were you thinking?" he asked softly.

[iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com]

"I'm not allowed to watch you?" Jim asks with a raised brow.

[adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com]

"Of course you are," he replied softly. "I'm just... not used to you doing so..."

[iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's something you'll have to start getting used to."

[adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com]

Chris smiles at that.

"I think I can live with that, Sir."

[iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com]

"Only think?"

[adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com]

Chris chuckled softly.

"No, sir. I know I can live with that... and with you."

[iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com]

"Good, because you're stuck with both."

[adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com]

"No complaints here." He leaned over and kissed Jim softly.

[iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com]

Jim kisses him back, pulling him as close as possible.

[adm-chris-pike.livejournal.com]

Chris returns the kiss and and then snuggles closer to him, eyes already closing.

"Thank you, Master."

[iamnotmyfather.livejournal.com]

He gives a small smile and watches his boy.

"You're welcome."

It's whispered even as he lets himself drift off.