Andy, Newt, and Simon - "Growling and Hissing"
onecrazycanuck commented: He used to come when called but I think the other cats took him aside and they gave him a few cat lessons.
Title: Growling and Hissing
Continues from Class
prior Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 700
“Newt. Neeeeeeew- t. Where are you, baby? It’s dinner time.”
Andy walked carefully through the house, just in case Newt had fallen asleep on the carpet. Newt’d gotten much more capable of movement but he refused to put his son in a glass cage. Besides they’d Newt proofed the house. The main problem was not stepping on him.
Finally he saw his son. Up on the back of the sofa ‘catching some rays’ was Newt who stretched with his mouth open in a leisurely yawn.
“How did you get get up there, baby and why didn’t you answer me?”
There was a hiss for an answer.
“What did you say to me young man?” Andy tried not to take it too personally but needed to be stern. Newt was young and maybe exploring what he could get away with but this wasn’t the norm for him.
A growl, followed by another hiss, answered.
“Where did you get that from?! That is not acceptable behavior. I treat you with respect and you had better treat me with respect… or ...else.”
The hiss was uncertain this time. Andy pivoted and walked away ignoring his son and sitting down in a chair, picking up a book to read.
Andy heard a soft,“sorry?” but still waited. The muffled sob nearly broke him. Shortly a small serpentine body climbed up his pants leg using tiny kitten like claws to snag into the fabric.
“I sorry Daddy.” Newt rubbed his body against Andy’s shirt. “I sorry.”
“Oh Baby, do you know how much it hurts me when you act like you don’t love me; when I love you so much?”
“I love you, Daddy. I love you.”
“Why did you act like that, Newt?”
“Friends.” Newt had burrowed his face into the front of Andy’s cloth covered belly so the answer was somewhat muffled.
“Your friends act that way?” Andy asked surprised.
“No. They telled me.”
“They told you? What kind of animal are they?” Light was starting to dawn. “Were they kittens?”
Newt’s head bobbed up and down from the fabric concealment of Andy’s shirt.
“Oh, Baby. Cats, which is what kittens grow up to be, don’t always act well. You, my little snake, are going to grow up to be more like your Daddy Simon. He doesn’t growl and hiss over little things. If he growls or hisses, he’s serious and probably means to hurt someone. Never threaten unless you intend to hurt someone.”
Simon’s voice came from the doorway, “Or they know you are playing. Beings like I am and you will be, are too dangerous to make threats we don’t mean to carry out. Cats may act like they are superior beings, but we ARE superior beings. We don’t act like it all the time though,” he paused, “that would make people angry or feel bad. We don’t do that because….” Simon and Newt recited together, “We are the good guys!”
Andy grinned at the Father Son solidarity and rolled his eyes at the ‘superior’ usage. He loved his serpents. Newt would learn, in time, that Simon growled at other times that had nothing to do with being superior, some of those times Andy was on top, not that Newt needed to see that. Andy could see it now, he grinned. Simon would be on the floor, pinned down (okay, so Simon would be letting himself be pinned down, unimportant); Andy would be sitting astride him and kissing the hell out of Simon while working his hips in slow long strokes against him. Feeling his cock harden and raise, Andy told himself now was not the time … Later, he promised himself.
“Okay, Dinner!” Andy lifted Newt up, kissed him and then kissed Simon, who growled.
“Daddy playing.”
“Yes, Daddy playing.”
Simon grinned with teeth and whispered in Andy’s ear as he pressed a kiss there, “Better playing later,” he promised.
Andy felt Simon’s idea of what that better playing was in the stiff hardness pressed against his ass. He rubbed back, causing Simon to groan.
“Daddy okay?”
“Daddy will be better later, he’s just hungry.”
“’K. We eat dinner.” Newt settled the situation to his young mind with an emphatic nod.
Continues with The Halloween Costume
Title: Growling and Hissing
Continues from Class
prior Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 700
“Newt. Neeeeeeew- t. Where are you, baby? It’s dinner time.”
Andy walked carefully through the house, just in case Newt had fallen asleep on the carpet. Newt’d gotten much more capable of movement but he refused to put his son in a glass cage. Besides they’d Newt proofed the house. The main problem was not stepping on him.
Finally he saw his son. Up on the back of the sofa ‘catching some rays’ was Newt who stretched with his mouth open in a leisurely yawn.
“How did you get get up there, baby and why didn’t you answer me?”
There was a hiss for an answer.
“What did you say to me young man?” Andy tried not to take it too personally but needed to be stern. Newt was young and maybe exploring what he could get away with but this wasn’t the norm for him.
A growl, followed by another hiss, answered.
“Where did you get that from?! That is not acceptable behavior. I treat you with respect and you had better treat me with respect… or ...else.”
The hiss was uncertain this time. Andy pivoted and walked away ignoring his son and sitting down in a chair, picking up a book to read.
Andy heard a soft,“sorry?” but still waited. The muffled sob nearly broke him. Shortly a small serpentine body climbed up his pants leg using tiny kitten like claws to snag into the fabric.
“I sorry Daddy.” Newt rubbed his body against Andy’s shirt. “I sorry.”
“Oh Baby, do you know how much it hurts me when you act like you don’t love me; when I love you so much?”
“I love you, Daddy. I love you.”
“Why did you act like that, Newt?”
“Friends.” Newt had burrowed his face into the front of Andy’s cloth covered belly so the answer was somewhat muffled.
“Your friends act that way?” Andy asked surprised.
“No. They telled me.”
“They told you? What kind of animal are they?” Light was starting to dawn. “Were they kittens?”
Newt’s head bobbed up and down from the fabric concealment of Andy’s shirt.
“Oh, Baby. Cats, which is what kittens grow up to be, don’t always act well. You, my little snake, are going to grow up to be more like your Daddy Simon. He doesn’t growl and hiss over little things. If he growls or hisses, he’s serious and probably means to hurt someone. Never threaten unless you intend to hurt someone.”
Simon’s voice came from the doorway, “Or they know you are playing. Beings like I am and you will be, are too dangerous to make threats we don’t mean to carry out. Cats may act like they are superior beings, but we ARE superior beings. We don’t act like it all the time though,” he paused, “that would make people angry or feel bad. We don’t do that because….” Simon and Newt recited together, “We are the good guys!”
Andy grinned at the Father Son solidarity and rolled his eyes at the ‘superior’ usage. He loved his serpents. Newt would learn, in time, that Simon growled at other times that had nothing to do with being superior, some of those times Andy was on top, not that Newt needed to see that. Andy could see it now, he grinned. Simon would be on the floor, pinned down (okay, so Simon would be letting himself be pinned down, unimportant); Andy would be sitting astride him and kissing the hell out of Simon while working his hips in slow long strokes against him. Feeling his cock harden and raise, Andy told himself now was not the time … Later, he promised himself.
“Okay, Dinner!” Andy lifted Newt up, kissed him and then kissed Simon, who growled.
“Daddy playing.”
“Yes, Daddy playing.”
Simon grinned with teeth and whispered in Andy’s ear as he pressed a kiss there, “Better playing later,” he promised.
Andy felt Simon’s idea of what that better playing was in the stiff hardness pressed against his ass. He rubbed back, causing Simon to groan.
“Daddy okay?”
“Daddy will be better later, he’s just hungry.”
“’K. We eat dinner.” Newt settled the situation to his young mind with an emphatic nod.
Continues with The Halloween Costume