Chapter Fourteen
Will
We were a couple of weeks into serious dating and we’d been having a wonderful time. We were compatible big and little. We loved good food and conversation, but there was a big conversation we needed to have and had not delved into yet. Of course, the ordinary topics two men falling in love have.
We had both been tested and met the standards for safety, so condoms could leave the table.
Something we both enjoyed, and proof of why communication was so important.
Going forward, I’d be able to bury myself in his body without any barriers.
I’d never done that before with anyone. Never even considered it.
But in our type of relationship, we had other things to consider.
As daddy and little, we needed to discuss what we both wanted and needed from that aspect of our lives and be sure we could meet those desires.
As two men who were in love and dating one another, we’d pretty well figured that out, barring small things we could figure out as we went along. Barring one important thing.
“I want to make sure we always are open to discussions about us.” We were seated on the back patio at Sammy’s house, having just finished eating a delicious barbecue dinner. Takeout—we were both better at kitchen than grilling, although we wanted to improve.
“Okay.” He stacked the plates. “Let me take these inside before we draw flies, and I’ll bring out more iced tea.”
I don’t know what I’d expected. Maybe some sort of strong reaction.
A question about what I meant? Very little ruffled this man, outside of thunder and lightning.
And, judging by the night before, that wasn’t even a big deal as long as we were together.
He’d held my hand a little tighter when the power went out, but who liked that?
Plus…it was a great opportunity to distract ourselves with a mega make-out session.
I hadn’t had any opinion about storms before, but now they were looking kind of good to me.
When he returned, he handed me a bowl of ice cream with chocolate sauce and sat down with his. “Okay, so open to discussion. Good idea. Did you want to have one now?”
“Thanks for dessert.” I scooped up a big bite. “How did you know I was thinking of it earlier?”
“I read your mind.” He chuckled. “Actually, I saw you eyeing the container when you were getting ice out of the freezer.”
“I wanted to talk about being big and little and how that might work for you.”
He set his spoon down. “As in, do I want to be both?”
“No. I know you do, and I am infatuated with both parts of you. I just want to know where I fit in your story. For example, do you want to be little every weekend or every Tuesday night? A few times a month?”
“That sounds really planned.”
“And you don’t like it.” I’d have bet he would.
“No.” He scooped up a big bite and savored it before smiling at me with a tiny bit of chocolate sauce on his lip.
“I love it. I’ve just never had the choice to live it before.
I either had to go to Chained and hope there was a daddy available who liked what I liked and had time for me or well, you know, my friends and I tried to help each other out. If I had the choice—”
“You have it.” I reached for his hand, brought it to my lips, and kissed it. “You have all the choices.”
“Then, I would like to have little times planned ahead and part of a regular weekly schedule. Maybe Sunday all day and Wednesday evenings?”
“May I suggest we also leave it open to additional times when you need a daddy.”
He frowned. “I love planning and knowing when things are going to happen, but sometimes things happen during the day I have no control over, and it can make me want to come home and have chicken nuggies and watch a cartoon. Or…something little. Maybe you can help me to be more comfortable with change?”
“One of a daddy’s biggest job is helping their little to meet their personal goals in health, fitness, career…whatever they want help with. Or just support. I’m fully prepared to make a big bowl of mac and cheese and remind you of how awesome you are. Anytime.”
“And chocolate milk.”
“Of course. And remind you to wear a sweater when it’s cold.” I settled back with my dessert. “And even make you ice cream if you like. This is really good.”
“You know, I like to be organized and know what’s coming at any moment, so the Sunday and Wednesday ideas really appeal to me, but I just realized that leaving space for needs is also organized.”
“It is. And it’s saying you care for what you need and trust me to be there to provide it.”
“Because you’re my daddy.”
“That’s exactly why. It’s my job to take care of you, but it’s your job to make sure I know what that means. Your happiness is mine, so never think you’re asking too much or being greedy.”
His eyes sparkled and a mischievous grin tipped up his lips, so I hastened to clarify. “As long as what you ask is not going to hurt you. I’ll give you nuggies but not a hundred of them, and I’ll almost always serve a green vegetable on the side.”
“Do I have to eat it?”
Leaning over, I kissed his forehead. “You’ll do it for Daddy, won’t you?”
He sighed. “Just not spinach, okay? It makes me gag.”
“Every rule has an exception.” Gathering our bowls, I carried them away, calling over my shoulder, “It’s Wednesday. Want to go to Chained for a couple of hours since we didn’t do anything to get ready for an at-home little time.”
“Yes! I’ll get my bag.”