A Daddy for Christmas 2: Will

Prologue

Nathan Meyer

Late September…

T he music was thrumming out a low bass, echoing through my bones. The lights were low but not too dark to see all the delicious bodies on display. I could feel the excitement in the air and the energy was electric. X Club was the kind of place a queer person could go to try out new things and meet like-minded people, and Folsom Eve was its busiest night of the year.

Even in a room full of people, I felt like I was at home. When you find your community, you don’t need to know everyone around you to feel safe.

“You’re going all out this year for Folsom Street Fair,” I yelled over the crowd to my friend, Ash, where they were pulling out multiple implements for a scene while their husband, Jefferson, prepared a St. Andrews cross. “What is this, your third event this week?”

“Fourth,” they called back and I handed over the flogger I was holding for them. “And two tomorrow, as well.”

“Trying to fit it all in before the twins arrive?” I asked, not sure of their surrogate’s due date.

“Exactly, we’ll be out of the scene for a bit.” Ash stood to their full height and brushed their long blond hair over a bare shoulder. They were about my height, wearing only a pair of leather pants to show off their lean, hairless torso. Not my type, but they had taught me so much about kink. “I may be the Dom while Flowers is my Daddy and sub, but we’re both about to take on the role of Dad.”

“Meanwhile, I’m a Daddy with no partner or responsibility,” I commented before realizing how unlike me it sounded to complain. “But I’ll put in the effort to change that.”

“You’re hot and young, with that whole hipster vibe going on,” Ash gestured to my entire being with a friendly smirk, so I knew they weren’t insulting me.

“I’m not that young, I just turned twenty-nine.” Ash was only a few years older than me, so I snorted but they ignored me. “That’s forty in gay men years.”

“Didn’t you just get a fancy new job title? You’re a catch,” Ash insisted, undeterred. “What are you looking for?”

Ignoring their comment about work, though I did get a promotion to Store Manager a few weeks before, I waved a hand toward their husband, “You’ve got what I’m looking for.”

Ash scrunched their forehead in confusion, “You want a Daddy sub?”

“No,” I laughed, unable to imagine myself dating a man who is a Daddy like me. “An older man. Fuzzy like a teddy bear. More shy than me, maybe? Someone who likes me getting rough before being sweet.”

“Older men are hot,” Ash agreed, checking their husband out from head to toe. “Especially the quiet ones.”

Where Ash was willowy and pale, Jefferson was broad-shouldered, with a natural tan and layer of dark hair over a solid body you could only get working out multiple times a week. He was a physical trainer. I wasn’t sure I wanted someone as intense as Jefferson, with his military background and take-charge attitude, and I wouldn’t mind a little more padding on my partner, but he was a good place to start.

Jefferson walked the few steps from the cross to his Dom, narrowing his gaze at our appraisal of his body, “Why are you eyeing me like a slab of meat?”

Ash pulled their Daddy in close, but I could still hear them, “Nathan wants an older man to be his boy. Know any old bears like you looking for a Daddy?”

“Not sure I like the comparison,” Jefferson raised a thick eyebrow, but didn't deny the assessment. “Most of the men I know my age and size, like Sam or Captain Dylan, are Daddy or Dom types.”

Nodding, I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding, “Yeah, it’s a thing.”

“It’s Folsom Eve, there’s a smorgasbord of kinksters, a literal buffet of men to meet,” Ash gestured to the assembled throng, getting impossibly thicker in the darkened space. “Anyone catch your eye?”

At first glance, there was a mix of femmes, rope bunnies, and tourists—who were obvious with their wide eyes and non-fetish gear—none of what I was into. Then the crowd parted, and one person stood out among the rest.

The neon lights reflected off of his glasses, keeping me from seeing the color. His hair is dark and cut short, and I could see body hair covering his pale skin under a leather harness, his round shoulders and muscular arms hunched in like he’s a little scared of the bodies pressing into him on all sides.

Glasses looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, and he was biting a plump lip, looking around in wonder, but not surprise. So he might be new to a crowded kink club, but not kink in general, I guessed.

“Enjoy your scene,” I called over my shoulder, determined to make my way through the onlookers to ask this man his name.

“Have fun,” I heard Ash call out over the din of noise.

A tall woman with two people in pup masks on leashes blocked my view for a moment, but then I caught sight of him again. His arms were loose at his sides, and I saw faint scars under his pecs. I’d dated trans men before, and had no problem dating them again.

Something about him was drawing me in. A vulnerability. I wanted to wrap him in my arms and take him someplace quiet.

Glasses had a layer of fat over muscle, making him look like a good cuddler. I knew I had a smile on my face when he lifted his head and glanced my way. I hoped it was more charming than predatory, but I couldn’t be sure.

A man walked in front of me, apologizing for his accidental brush against me as he passed, and when I looked up again, glasses was gone.

Well, fuck .

He may not have been a sub or looking for a Daddy, or he might have been the type who thought Daddies need to be older, but I’d never know. Folsom Street Fair brings hundreds of thousands of people from all over the world to San Francisco every year, so in all likelihood, he wasn’t a local.

Time to go back to dating apps and fetish sites, and hope being forward about my desires would help me find what I was looking for.

The crowd parted more easily for me on my way back over to where Ash had Jefferson strung up and was just starting their scene. The way Ash ran their fingers over their husband’s body, setting his senses alight while checking in on him, came from their bond and communication. You didn’t get that from casual.

Like Ash said, I was still young, but I was eager to find my life partner. I wanted the easy chemistry of having my person .

Luckily, I was the kind of person who set my mind to what I wanted and didn’t give up until I achieved my goal. I would find the right man for me.

My boy .