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Be A GoodBoy pt2

Here is part two of Puppy! Matt , A Pet Play piece where Marisha leaves Matt in care of Laura and Travis (Heavier on the Matt/Travis) when she leaves on business. Now Matt is beginning to settle into his role, but that comes with it’s own set of challenges.

3200+ words 

Mature, of course


“Stay,” Travis says. They have just gotten home from the walk and Matt has sat on the stairs to take his shoes off.

Matt pauses on his laces, tilting his head to show he wasn’t sure if he should take his shoes off.

“Go ahead. Just stay,” Travis repeats as he heads down the hall to the coat closet. Laura passes Matt as she heads upstairs, scratching his head as she does.

Matt tugs his shoes off and sets them next to him as he waits for Travis. Travis heads up the stairs next, pausing to give Matt’s ear a pinch and pull his head back. When Matt doesn’t fight the rough handling, Travis praises him. “Good boy. Stay.” He repeats the command before going upstairs as well.

Matt rolls his eyes at the repetitive commands and huffs at being left alone on the steps. Folding his arms over his legs he lays his head on his knees to wait. If he was home he’d push buttons by moving around on the step he was sat on, and probably whine up the steps at Marisha to get her attention. But he was sure Travis would discipline him and not find it at all funny or cute. So, he is left alone on the steps for a few, very long and boring, minutes.

Laura is the first to come down, smiling at him as she does. “Good boy.” She says as she gets close, pausing about half way down when Matt turns to look up at her.  She raises an eyebrow but Matt stays put. “A very good boy.” She watches as Matt smiles and tries to hide it.

Matt sees Laura has changed into more comfortable lounging clothes, yoga pants and a t-shirt now.  She coos at him as she steps down then leans down and takes Matt’s leash, gently pulling him to his feet. With her a few steps up they are eye level and Laura smiles gleefully about it. “Go change, then go to the bathroom and wash up. When you’re done go kneel in the living room.” She fiddles with his collar before taking his leash off him. “Wear something clean and comfy.”

“Yes ma'am.” Matt nods. He stays where he is as she takes the leash and leaves, heading for the kitchen now.

Matt takes a moment after she leaves to stretch. Relaxing long limbs of muscle and working tense joints. When his back pops Matt trots up the stairs, hand on the rail. At the top Matt finds Travis in the hall who motions him over.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Matt starts to get onto all fours.

“No no,” Travis shakes his head, “Come here. You aren’t in trouble.”

Matt gives Travis a skeptical look and moves over closer. “Alright.”

Travis reaches out and pulls Matt in for a hug, strong hands rubbing his back and his neck. When he pulls back to grin at Matt he can’t help but laugh at the pink face and round eyes. “Just wanted to say you were very good on the walk back. You’re getting better.” He rubs Matt’s sides. “You’re a good boy. Just got to relax and listen. Watch the mouth.”

“Yesir,” Matt mumbles, ducking his head, but his smile is bright.

“Good boy. Did Laura tell you to wait in the living room?” Travis tilts Matt’s head back up.

“After I change.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then.” Travis rubs Matt’s head before sending him towards the spare room.

Matt tries not to take too long, not that they gave him a time limit, but he does want to show that he can be good. He changes all his clothes into fresh lounge clothes and clean socks and underwear. He waits and does some deep breathing and washes his face with cold water before he feels like he can go back downstairs. Mind clear and sharp again. On his way down he checks his phone for a moment and sends Marisha a text, ‘I love you.’ He knows she will be landing soon. Matt plugs his phone into the charger on the side table next to his kennel before following his instructions.

Without any better instructions then to just kneel in the living room, and not knowing how long he would be down there or what would happen, he takes a comfortable, long term position. Matt goes back onto the rug where he had laid earlier kneeling down with his legs spread a bit, sat back on his own feet. He takes a moment to decide what to do with his hands, fiddling with his collar as he thinks about it. He decides to just fold his arms behind himself and sit quietly. Waiting.

He now has a chance to look around as he waits. Of course, he knows what Laura and Travis’s living room looks like, but he notices a few little things. His backpack that Travis had taken, it was gone. So was the notebook that had been left on the coffee table, and his dog bowls. He is wondering what happened to his things when Travis comes into the living room.

“Look at you! Good dog.” Travis grins down at Matt as he is kneeling on the rug. “If I didn’t know better I would swear you weren’t a brat.” He pushes his fingers into Matt’s hair, using it to pull Matt’s head back. Travis smiles down at him like that, enjoying the wide eyed but relaxed look on Matt’s face. Travis thinks Matt is starting to relax finally. Wasn’t trying to think so much.

“Laura and I are making lunch but it’s going to take some time. We don’t think a puppy needs to be in a busy kitchen, so you’re going to have some crate time.” Travis lets Matt’s hair go now.

Matt makes a questioning sound before glancing back at his crate and then is quick to turn his sad puppy eyes on the man. Looking up through his lashes, a pout creeping into his features.

Travis laughs “You’re adorable. In the crate. Go.” He nudges Matt.

Matt whines loudly as he gets to all fours and goes over to his crate. He pauses at the door and looks back over his shoulder to Travis with a particularly protesting whine. All this does is earn him a firm swat. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

With a yip, Matt climbs in then quickly turns to sit down on his big cushion. Now his backside protected, and he is mostly out of reach, so Matt dials his sulking up to 10. Crossing his arms over his chest, glaring out at Travis through the bars as he huffs and grumbles at everything. Travis doesn’t seem at all effected as he closes the crate and latches it.

Travis pats the top of the cage. “Be good and take a nap Matt, tonight is going to be busy. I’ll come get you for lunch.”

Matt is left in the quiet now, occasionally hearing a murmur of voices from the far side of the house. With a heavy sigh, the man turns and settles down on his side, watching the door way for someone to come and let him out. He reaches behind himself, rubbing at the light sting left over from the one swat. A shiver moves through Matt’s body at the thought causing any real trouble. He groans low in his chest and rubs his face against the soft white sheet that lays over his bedding. Burying himself in it to clear his head.

Matt has enough room in his kennel to sit up, turn around easily, and get in and out with no trouble. He can’t stretch out though, so he must curl up on his side, feet braced against the far corner from his head, but he likes it. Sleeping a whole night here would kill his body, but naps were nice as he felt safe and contained in his crate. Held firmly down against his bed by the constraints.

Having had to get up so early this morning, followed having a long morning so far, Matt does doze off. His bedding still smells of home, so he wraps himself up in the sheet and drags his dragon plush over to hold against his chest. He is comfortable, content, and tired.

Matt isn’t sure how long he has been sleeping, and at first, he isn’t sure what has woken him. He shifts in his dog bed for a moment, groaning softly as he tries to get back to sleep.

BZZZZ

“Mmm sshh.”

BZZZZ

“Sleeping.”

BZZZZ

Matt’s head shoots up as he realizes what the sound is. He spots his phone on the side table, right outside his kennel bars.

BZZZZ

He looks around and sees no one to help him. He quickly reaches through the bars and flips one of the latches, then stops. For a beat, he swears he can feel the sting in his ass. Groaning, Matt rests his head against the cage door as his phone goes quiet. After a moment of starring at the doorway he starts to whine.

The noise picks up quickly, louder and more frantic. He hears someone call his name from the kitchen. Knowing he’s gotten their attention he tilts his head back and begins to bay. Long, deep howls that ring from his chest and fill the whole space with sound.

Travis appears suddenly in the living room, shaking his head. “Hey hey hey, what is wrong? You were sleeping, what are you crying about?”

Matt turns and stares up at his now quiet phone, whining and pawing at the cage wall closest to the side table.

Travis grabs it off the charger, glances at the screen, then leans down to unlock the kennel. He reaches for the first latch, finds it open, and gives Matt a stern look. Matt looks back at Travis through the bars with an innocent look and a little wiggle of his hips. Travis shakes his head and unlocks the kennel to hand Matt his phone. “Here you go. Lunch is almost ready. I’m going to leave this open. Be good. Stay here till someone comes to get you.”

Matt nods, holding his phone in both hands. When Travis gets back up, Matt turns his attention to his phone. Just as he thought, Marisha has called him. He hits redial and leans back into his pillows as he waits for her to pick up.

“Matt?”

“Hey Marisha,” He smiles up at the ceiling.

“Hey babe. You didn’t pick up, what are you doing?”

Matt glances at the side table. “Sorry. I couldn’t get to my phone.”

Matt can hear the smile in her voice now. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“It …it uh was charging. Outside my kennel.” He admits, feeling heat creep onto his ears.

“Oooh. Are you being good? Already in time out.”

“Not time out! Just taking a nap. I’m being good, I promise.”

Marisha laughs quietly. “I know sweetie. Laura sent me a photo of you all curled up with your toys. Such a cute boy. I’m so glad you’re having a good time.”

“I am,” Matt nods. “Thankyou.”

“Of course, dear.” She assures. “I just made it to my hotel. I’m going to wash up and have a nap of my own. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” Matt fiddles with his dragon toy. “Was your flight okay?”

“Yeah. It was a flight.” She sighs as she gets comfortable on her bed. “Laura says they have some plans for tonight.”

Matt frowns, remembering Travis say something about a busy night. “I don’t know what.”

“It’s okay. I do. It’ll be fun. You just have to be good.”

“Course.”

“I know you will be. Laura said you went on a walk. You had a fit about your leash? You know better Matthew.”

“It surprised me! He didn’t say anything about it.” Matt tries to defend himself.

“We talked about this. Travis and Laura plan to keep you down all weekend so you might want to get used to it.”

Matt groans, sinking down in his bedding. “I’m trying, just keeps surprising me. And Travis won’t budge on inch on anything.”

“You’re thinking way too much Matt. Just take some time, breath, and get settled down. It’s not Travis’s job to budge. It is your job to behave. If you don’t you’re going to get yourself in some trouble and I’m not going to feel bad for you Matthew. If a red ass is what it takes for you settle down for the weekend, then so be it.”

Matt whines against the phone and rolls onto his side. “Noo. I’m being good. I am.”

“I know you are baby,” Marisha speaks gently. “It would only be for your own good.”

“I know.” He closes his eyes.

“Are you having fun?”

“Yeah. I really am.”

“Good. You’ll have lots of fun tonight. I’m going to go now sweetie and have my shower. Be a good boy for me. Kisses.”

Matt makes a kissing sound. “I will. Talk tonight?”

“Yeah. I’ll call at before I go to bed. Talk to you later.”

“Talk later.” Matt murmurs. The line goes quiet and Matt lays there in the quiet for a minute before he hears someone call his name. Matt climbs out and sets his phone on the side table again. He gives himself a moment to stretch again, after being curled up so long, feeling his back and shoulders relax again. Then he settles onto all fours and heads out of the living room.

Laura peaks around the corner of the kitchen and smiles. “He’s coming. He looks like he’s still a little bit sleepy.”

Matt shakes himself at that comment as he steps onto the cold kitchen tiles. He doesn’t know what they have cooked but it smells good and it stirs up his hunger with a very sudden roar. Coming around he sees Travis standing and working at the counter, and Laura is walking over to a little breakfast bar that runs off their counter, setting plates at the barstools. Matt moves over towards the bar stools, then sits up, bracing his hands on the barstool to help himself to his feet.

“Ahahah! No doggies on the furniture.” Laura shakes a finger at him then grabs his collar and tugs him back down onto all fours.

Matt frowns and huffs at Laura, pulling himself away from her hand. Laura gives him a stern look but it isn’t even half as intimidating as Travis, so Matt just stares back with a little scowl.

Travis comes over now and Matt ducks his head and steps away from the bar stools, then glances up at the man. Matt sees now that Travis has his food dishes and that he is setting them down a few feet from the end of the breakfast bar. Matt pauses, looking at the bowls. Then he watches Travis and Laura sit down at the barstools.

They start to eat. Matt sits there, watching silently. As if he is waiting for something in the situation to change. What changes is Travis looks over and points to the bowls. “Eat. You need to eat.”

Matt shifts on his haunches but before he can make a sound Travis snaps his fingers. “No. No. Don’t you start whining. I saw you being a brat a moment ago, ” Matt lowers his head a little. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. Now go eat and behave.”

Matt gets onto all fours and drags himself over to his bowls. Inside is the pork chop the couple had talked about earlier along with some chopped broccoli and carrots. Everything is neatly cut into small, even pieces. Much smaller then bite sized, and very reminiscent of kibble. Matt isn’t sure how he feels about it. On one hand, it looks good, and it gave him some kind of feelings to know Travis had been taking the time to so carefully chop his food. But also. There was no way to eat the medley without having to mix mouth fulls of meat and veggies, and there was certainly no way to keep his dignity fully intact.

Matt glances back towards the breakfast bar, finding both Travis and Laura watching him. Heat races down his neck and reddens his ears. Matt sinks down over his bowl and takes a careful bite. He knows very well there is no dignified way to eat from his bowl. He tries to be neat about it, and not pout too openly. Neither are very successful.

The first thing to ruin it his efforts are his hunger, which drive him to hurriedly take a few fast bites to get as much as he could before sitting back to chew. Peering around the kitchen as he chews up his lunch Matt realizes that he has been placed nearly right in the middle of the kitchen. He grumbles softly, not forming any words but clearly unhappy to see he’s on display like this. He ducks back down and finishes his food off, drinking down most of his water. When he sits back up he tries to wipe himself clean on his shirt sleeve and shoulder.

“Ah ah ah! No!” Travis hops up and grabs Matt. “No. Look at you.” Travis snags Matt’s collar and tugs him back. “No no no.” Travis scolds.  Then he uses a dish towel to wipe Matts face and hands clean. “Such a mess. Got to get you cleaned up.”

Matt squirms a little, not use to someone trying to clean him or for calling his messy. The scolding just sits like a lump in Matt’s gut, and he tries to follow Travis and get a pat when the man stops.

Travis nudges Matt back. “Sit. Stay.”

Matt obeys, still flustered about what had just happened. All the dishes, including his bowls, are gathered up and put into the sink. Then, without any warning, Travis picks Matt up.

Two big hands easily lift the small man up and into Travis’s chest. Matt yips and latches onto Travis, arms around his neck and afraid of being dropped, seeing as no one has lifted him before. When Travis starts to laugh, Matt looks up at him. Eyes wide and dilated as his fingers dig into the thick muscles of Travis’s shoulders.

“You’re okay. I won’t drop you, pup.” Travis shifts Matt in closer to himself.

Matt groans low in his chest and hides his face against Travis’s shoulder.

Laura comes over to Matt’s head and pets his hair with both hands. “Aww he’s so cuddly like this. It’s so cute babe. It’s a good look on you.” She winks at her husband as she pets Matt. Matt tries to hide from the cooing and coddling but there is nowhere to go. Then Laura leads the way back to the living room with Travis carrying the clinging Matt.

“We are just going to take it easy for abit. More fun stuff later. Promise.” Travis sits down, with Matt now in his lap. “Lay down. Get comfortable.”

Matt is still holding onto Travis as he looks at the sofa then tilts his head to Travis.

“You can be on the sofa for now. But only if you be good. Now lay down.” Travis instructs.

“Come here,” Laura holds her hands out to Matt.

Matt shifts carefully off Travis’s lap and over to Laura, leaning up into her hands.

“Okay,” Laura rubs his head, “Lay down. Down.”

Matt starts to try and curl up tightly between the two, before Travis reaches over and pulls Matt back. Matt’s head finds a pillow now in Travis’s lap, while Laura grabs his legs and pulls him out along her lap.

“Atta’ boy,” Travis praises, shifting Matt some so he’s rested on his back. Laura begins to gently massage Matt’s knees and down his calves. Travis has one hand carefully playing at Matt’s throat around the collar, his other hand is rubbing Matt’s upturned belly. Slow, steady circles against the freshly fed lump.

Matt squeezes his eyes closed, hands on his chest with his fingers tangled together. It is all a lot. Hands on his body. Warmth all around him. It’s an amount of un divided attention he had not been ready for. But the hands continue, remaining soft, steady. It feels nice. So nice.

“Good boy,” Travis murmurs when he sees Matt starting to relax in his lap. “Gooood boy. Deep breaths. Relax. Rest. You’ve been so tense buddy. We want you to be comfortable. You’ve been so jumpy and fussy. Don’t think. Just relax.”

Matt turns his head into the hands, toes slowly curling and flexing inside his socks. His hands relax, his breathing levels out.

Laura pulls a blanket over her lap and Matt’s lower half. “Good boy. Sweet pup, being so nice and letting us cuddle him.”

Matt let’s out a soft little babble of sound before nuzzling Travis’s wrist. The TV turning on prompts Matt to turn his head. Travis’s fingers push into his hair then, the other hand staying on Matt’s belly. Laura is flipping through channels, settling on Parks and Recs reruns. Travis is slowly kneading Matt’s head. His fingertips would dig into the other man’s scalp for a moment before slowly pulling his hair into the flat of his hand.

Matt goes limp against them, eyes heavy and half lidded, barely seeing or hearing the sitcom.

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