Jon & Jamie: Roomies

Jamie slid down the plastic slide in the backyard, still not used to the feeling of the bumpy plastic against his cotton-clad butt. Ever since that afternoon he had spent out here in just a diaper, Jon seemed to have no qualms about having him play outside in his tighty whities.

"I used to wear boxers." He muttered, pushing his hair out of his face. His hair was so long now, but Jon refused to ever let him cut it shorter than a shaggy mop that made him look like a toddler.

He climbed up the steps to the top of the playground, figuring he could go down the slide again. If he stayed still for too long, Jon would come grab him and make him do something else babyish. At least out here, he was alone, even if he wished he could have clothes on.

He lost count of how many times he went down the slide before Jon emerged from the house, a bottle in his hands. Thinking quickly, he tried to cross as much of the yard as possible, but Jon still met him more than halfway, scooping Jamie up into his arms and slipping the nipple of the bottle into his mouth.

"How's my baby?" He asked, cradling Jamie in his arms. Jamie hated how he always asked him questions when his mouth was full of Pediasure. It was Pediasure, after all, even if Jon only ever called it formula. Jon stood there for a moment, smiling down at Jamie. "Oh, I have a surprise for you!" He carried the tiny boy into the house, holding the bottle so that a steady stream of Pediasure kept coming.

Reaching his room, he opened the door and pulled the bottle from Jamie's lips, smiling as the boy kept trying to suckle for a second before realizing. "Notice anything different about my room?" Jamie would have had to have been blind not to notice the change to his brother's room. He felt a chill run down his spine. "What's that, baby?"

"A crib." Jamie mumbled. Jon nodded.

"Your new crib."

"But I have a room."

"Yes, but, well" Jon smiled and sat down on his bed, setting Jamie in his lap. "I need to start getting into shape for sports once school starts, so mom and dad decided that your room can become my workout room. It'll also be a playroom for you, don't worry."

"But"

"Shh, big brother's talking, baby." Shifting Jamie back into his arms, he returned to feeding him the bottle. All the tiny teenager could do was lie there, nursing on the bottle and listening to his little brother's latest plan for babying him even further. "Aiden's mom was cleaning out the garage and she called me up when she found his old crib. Isn't that great? You have your friend Aiden's old crib!" Jamie could not believe his ears. Aiden already knew about the diapers and the babying, but now he knew that Jamie had a crib again! "Really, it's better to have you in here with me. I can change your diapers more easily and maybe we can even start with midnight feedings. Studies show growing babies like you need lots of nutrients and the more formula, the better." He smiled and pulled the empty bottle from Jamie's lips, lifting him up and kissing his cheek. "Isn't it great, peanut? We're gonna be roomies!"