"Damn, I wish they'd never grow back," Pat mused to himself as he watched Ian and Caden argue over who would have the privilege of bringing Pat another soda. Pat had mentioned that he was thirsty and started to get up to go to the basement minifridge, but the two miniature boys were eager to show their devotion to their giant crush. Each had jumped up with simultaneous offers to get the drink for him, leading to the current drama and Pat's continued amusement (and arousal).
"It's like they'll do anything for me," he chuckled, as Caden stomped sulkily away from the fridge - apparently the wish for him to be more easy-going had given Ian the upper hand in that argument. Ian, however, now had the unenviable task of trying to force open the door to the minifridge that stretched upwards almost three times his height.
"So...you like us small, huh?"
Pat looked down by his left knee, where Ben was gazing up at him over yet another chip held in both hands. When their eyes met, Ben winked knowingly.
"Don't worry, I won't tell them." He put the chip down and leaned on Pat's knee while Pat sat cross-legged on the floor. It was like a bar or kitchen counter for Ben, and he idly started stroking Pat's thigh, playing with the soft hairs there while Pat shivered with ticklish excitement.
"And besides," Ben continued as his hand slid closer to the hem of Pat's shorts., "you're my big hero, anyway. I don't mind being small if you're around." He glanced from Pat's face to his crotch and grinned, evidently pleased with the effect his flirting was having on his big hot giant.
With a grunt, he tried to lift himself up onto Pat's leg, but it was hard to get a grip and he overbalanced forward. If Pat hadn't reached out to catch him, he would have slid forward onto his face. Catch him Pat did, though, giving Ben an opportunity to wrap his arms around that big warm strong soft hand and bury his face in it happily.
"See? My hero." He settled back, sitting on Pat's thigh with his legs dangling over the edge, several inches above the floor, and resumed running his fingers along the skin next to him. "You know..." he added softly, "...you could make them even smaller, couldn't you?" He looked away innocently, as if it were a silly, throwaway idea. Inside, though, he was really hoping that a smaller Caden or Ian would be less competition for Pat's affections.
Pat gently stroked Ben's hair and looked over at Ian, still struggling with the fridge, and Caden, wandering among the game pieces. He could, he realized. He could make them as small as he wanted to...