Dave let loose a heavy sigh as he turned the doorknob to the house, letting himself inside, just to lock the door behind him. He started to undo his tie and unbutton the shirt he wore.
Ridiculous… he still had to try this hard to land a record deal? Didn't anyone have any interest in the chipmunks anymore? Their older records still sold, quite well even. And yet, most of the recent attempts at landing some studio time were bust. And how could he tell the boys? Not that they'd notice, of course.
With another sigh, Dave went right for the stairs, heading to the upper floor. The boys were teens now. He expected most of the changes they had. More fur here and there, the obvious increase in height, the bigger appetites, the sudden growth of tails, everything. All except for their… behavior. That's what shocked him the most.
He knew they'd experiment one day. Hell, with all the locked doors and protectiveness over their phones, it wouldn't shock him if they had the girls involved as well. But, that wasn't all he had the new "luxury" of knowing about the boys he raised.
With a little hesitation to his step, Dave went straight to the bedroom the boys shared. The moans he heard through the door was commonplace now. He had to force himself to put on a brave face, knocking on the door a few times. "Theodore? Simon? Alvin?" He called.
Suddenly, silence. There was a little scramble behind the door, no doubt them trying to hide. He had to act like he didn't know what they were up to. Soon enough, though, the door opened up, and Dave was met with a topless Alvin, who was luckily wearing underwear this time. He was almost tall enough to reach Dave's chest at this point.
"Yeeeeees Dave? How was your little meeting? You're, uh… back sooner than we thought." Alvin spoke, swishing his bushy tail and adjusting his cap so he could look to Dave's face.
Dave elected to not comment on the obvious bulge Alvin was sporting. "Well, it wasn't exactly what I'd call a successful night… Listen, guys, right now I'm just tired tonight. I can't put up with any destruction, so could the three of you just… keep it down tonight?" Dave asked, leaning against the doorframe.
"Keep it down?" Alvin echoed, tilting his head some. "Er, yeah, right. We'll uh… we'll quiet down. No worries, Dave." Alvin said, offering an honest smile on his face.
Dave didn't even respond. All he did was nod, turn away, and head down the hall to the stairs.
Alvin didn't move from his spot, pouting a little as he watched him go. He waited to hear Dave's door close, then he slipped back into the room.
"Guuuuyyys! Something's wrong with Dave. And I mean it this time!" he said, closing the door behind himself, making sure it was locked.
Simon, rising from his bed, looked over at Alvin. "You said that last time. What makes you sure anything's changed?"
"Because, nerd butt, you heard the way he was talking! He didn't try to come in the room, he wasn't telling me to put clothes on, and most importantly, he said that tonight wasn't a hit!" Alvin listed off, walking over to Simon's bed. "Theo, you can come out the closet now, it's safe. I've got a plan!"
The closet doors swung on their hinges as Theodore cautiously stepped out, naked and erect. Unlike his older brothers, Theo still kept most of his baby fat. But it was visibly clear that he was starting to put on some muscle at the same time. "W-what plan?"
"Yes, Alvin. Exactly what do you have in mind?"
Alvin cleared his throat, looking around with a gleam at his brothers. "Gentlemen… I say it's time we gave Dave a bit of a good ol' fashioned chipmunk thank you. And I know exactly how we're gonna do it. Si! You still got that horny juice?"
Simon shook his head with a sigh. "Aphrodisiac, Alvin. Don't call it that, and yes I do still have it."
"Good! Group up, boys, here's what we're gonna do…"
Dave settled down in his bed with a little grunt. He didn't bother pulling up the blankets. He just closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to carry him off.
Minutes passed… Dave was still awake. He heard knocking at his door, and considered pretending to be asleep. However, the knocking continued, incessant. He groaned, sat up in bed, and cleared his throat. "Come in!" He called.
Seconds later, Simon walked in. Unlike Alvin earlier, Simon at least had covered himself with a robe. He was holding a mug in one hand, the other holding the door open. "Here, Dave. I heard how exhausted you sounded, and I figured you'd probably have some trouble sleeping tonight. This chamomile tea should help you rest easy." Simon spoke, making his way to Dave's bedside.
"Honestly, Simon, I'm fine. It's just been a rough day." Dave insisted. Simon just stared at him. That bespectacled gaze was far too knowing. Dave took the cup, nodding slowly. "I'm sorry I couldn't book you guys anywhere. I know how much you like to perform and-"
"Dave, drink. It's alright." Simon interrupted. "We know you tried your best. It's not your fault we aren't high demand anymore. We don't exactly have the childlike cutesy-ness we did before, after all. And we've already had plenty of time in the spotlight. So, tonight, you just try to relax, okay?" He spoke, gesturing to the mug once. "We love you just as much as we did then. Even if we don't say it as often." Simon insisted, stretching a little. "Though… we would like to show you, every now and again."
Dave watched as he did. He thought too soon… Simon's robe parted a little when he stretched, showing that he wasn't wearing anything beneath it. He looked away and, after blowing the top, took a sip of the tea. It was warm, smooth, and somewhat sweet. And… there was another taste he couldn't pinpoint. Nonetheless, he still swallowed it, getting about halfway through the drink before he set the mug down.
"It was good, Simon. But… it tasted a little weird. What was in it?"
Simon bit his lip. "Oh, just uh… Honey?" Simon insisted, giving a little smile. "You'll need some time for it to take effect, so, uh… try and relax." He says, reaching into his robe's pocket, taking out his phone. Dave watched as he typed away at the screen.
"Don't lie to me, Simon. What did you put in here?" Dave asked, his usual sternness returning to his voice.
Quickly, Simon pocketed his phone, turning to the door and slipping out. "Have a good night Dave! You'll thank me later!" he insisted, closing the door behind himself.
"Simon!" Dave blurted out, almost standing up. It wasn't like him to lie, at least not to his face. Alvin for certain, and sometimes Theodore if he had stashed food away or anything. But Simon? He was usually the most honest. Dave felt a wave of warmth coming from his stomach, glancing over at the mug again.
Whatever was in there… he'd find out soon.
A/N
Well... never thought I'd be doing this, and yet here we are. I recommend looking at the pictures done by Bluepawpanda if you wanna imagine the munks the same way I did during this.
KRS, Out!