Chapter 4 Dexter
DEXTER
After settling Russ in the backseat with some coloring books and water based markers, I make my way over to the busted easter egg and the man I am struggling to hold back from jumping.
.. in a good way. Oh, a very very good way.
With his hair tucked mostly under a ski cap, I can only tell that it’s longer than mine and not light colored.
The yellow glow of the streetlight and the flashing lights from his truck prevent me from discerning any colors beyond light and dark.
I noticed the look of longing and his pout while I settled my neighbor into my backseat.
I also witnessed his immediate embarrassment at being caught, so I need to hold back.
Russel brought my inner Daddy to the surface tonight, but so far the driver has shown no recognition.
Usually, the age players I’ve seen will recognize when another is around.
I dropped enough hints with helping Russ that it should have been a flashing neon sign to the guy that we’re safe, but nothing.
All he did was stammer a bit before burying himself under the hood for the last ten minutes.
“Okay,” he calls out while stepping back from the car. “I’m gonna need to take this to the shop. I can’t say for sure without getting underneath, but I’m pretty sure she’s a goner. Bare minimum, she’s gonna need a new engine.”
I watch as he wipes the back of his hand across his cheek.
Every instinct in me is screaming to wipe away the dark smear he just put on that beautiful face of his, but I somehow manage to hold back.
My mind is playing the same mantra on repeat: He’s not a Little.
He’s not mine. Just because he showed a bit of interest doesn’t mean he actually is interested.
I’ve been burned many times over when it comes to relationships, especially when dealing with someone outside of the age play community.
Vanilla guys balk at my need to control certain things, while regular subs tend to be unfulfilled when it comes to my softer discipline and rewards system.
When it comes to the Littles, all of the ones in our local community that I’ve met are either taken or need more than I can give them.
I can’t financially support another adult right now, so a full time Daddy arrangement isn’t in my cards.
I’m stuck in my inner struggle to the point that I don’t even notice that he has already maneuvered his truck around and already has Russel’s car hoisted up.
“Here’s the card for the shop. I should have an answer for you on Monday for the final result of your boyfriend’s car here.”
He hops back up into the cab of the truck and waves his arm out of the open window before pulling away into the night. The interaction is lightning quick and I’m struck dumb while trying to make sense of what just happened.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I mumble to the darkness, feeling like the cold air is choking me. For the first time since my parents, I feel like I’ve lost something important.
“Uncah Dex?”
Russ calls out to me, snapping me out of my funk.
I climb into the driver’s seat of my car and pull back onto the road to head back to our duplex.
It’s a short enough drive, but while Russel is happily chattering away about the fun he had with his Little friends tonight, I can’t stop thinking about the tow truck driver.
Glancing down at the card in the center console, I feel my lips turn up.
John Gander... Well, it looks like I might still have a chance. All I have to do is make sure that John, the tow truck man, knows his Daddy is looking forward to meeting him again.
Wait... I can’t be his Daddy. Unless...
With the way he was watching me with Russel...
It could have been regular envy of seeing a guy you’re attracted to being close with another guy. But it could have been something else.
Was he jealous of the fact that Russel was able to be Little?
Or maybe he likes older men like Russ?
My mind is whirring with all of the crazy possibilities of what could be and what I should do next when I pull into the driveway of my half of the duplex that I share with Russ.
It takes me a minute to remember that I need to help my neighbor get inside and put him to bed.
Over the last few years, we’ve been there for each other in ways that others might not appreciate.
When he’s Little, he can sometimes suffer night terrors if his bedtime routine isn’t followed – basically if he doesn’t get tucked in.
His ex used it as a punishment, knowing it would cause him pain and prolong his anxiety by not staying over to comfort him when he would inevitably wake up screaming.
The routine with Russ is methodical tonight. My mind is still on John, wondering if he needs someone to tuck him in as well.
“I like him too,” Russ whispers as he snuggles his teddy bear tighter to his chest. “He had cool Legos in his truck.”
Legos?
Could I have found a Little who doesn’t realize he’s a Little yet?
Or is he a Daddy that would be more interested in Russ than in me?
“You should call him, Uncle Dex,” Russ yawns and turns on his side. “He likes you. I can tell. Berry thinks so, too.”
I ruffle his hair and switch on the nightlight before turning off the overhead light on my way out of the bedroom. Letting myself out of his home, I walk the ten feet over to my own door and empty my pockets as soon as I’m inside. Glancing at the card, I let out a soft laugh.
“If Berry the bear thinks I should, I guess I will.”
Placing my boots on the shoe mat by the door, I head into the kitchen for that beer I missed out on earlier. Monday can’t come soon enough.