“Just up until Christmas? I think that would be reasonable and then I can meet my Secret Santa Daddy and he can spank me for being naughty.” Terrence seemed convinced most littles liked those and he wasn’t wrong about anything.
He was weird and kind of stubborn, but he was generally always right about BDSM and little stuff.
I just had to be patient until my slightly stubborn Daddy realized that Terrence was always right too. But with Bastian’s mouth opening and closing like we were in an anime, it took hima few long moments for his brain to decide what the rest of him was going to do. “A spanking?”
That was what he’d gotten stuck on?
What would Terrence say?
Oh.
Bastian liked my ass.
Ha.
“Yes.” As long as it wasn’t too hard I was pretty sure I was going to like it, so I nodded and didn’t have to lie. “I’m very curious about that, but you won’t have to go that far to prove that we’re dating.”
Not in front of my mother, at least.
“Just a few kisses and maybe grab my ass while the family thinks you don’t see them?” It’d worked for Terrence and Enzo. “You’re already really good at dealing with them, so we don’t have to worry about that. We just have to make them think you see me as a real boyfriend and not just a weird little brother kind of person.”
I wasn’t sure how easy that would be or not, but he huffed like he was offended. “I don’t see you as a little brother. That’s ridiculous.”
Really?
This was going to be easier than I’d thought.
“Perfect.” How should we start? “What do you think about going out on a date first? We’ll pretend to be subtle, but they’ll hear about it anyway and that will get the ball rolling.”
I was a genius.
Well, Terrence was a genius and it was easy to figure out what he’d do.
“A date?” Bastian was back to looking slightly braindead and just stopped.
Pretending to understand what he was asking, I rocked back and forth on my feet excitedly and nodded and made a few tiny assumptions about what he’d meant. “Yeah, we’ll go out to dinner tonight and you can flirt with me. You’re probably smart and a good actor, so I’m sure you can make it look believable.”
He’d just have to try harder if he wasn’t a good actor.
Oh well.
“Believable?” Bastian was still only giving simple responses but none of them sounded like a safeword, or a no, so I wasn’t worried.
“I’m glad you agree.” He hadn’t seemed to be arguing at the very least. “Kissing is going to be necessary. The family is big on physical affection between partners. It’s kind of cute until it’s weird.”
They could make a lot of things weird.
“Nothing they do is cute, Orlando. It’s all strange and borderline inappropriate.” It seemed like we’d found a way to get his brain working again. “They’re also pushy and not healthy role models for relationships.”
Oh, I could work with that too.
“Will you help me with that?” It wasn’t a bad idea at all. “Enzo and Terrence are good role models, but you might have a point about everyone else. You can use our fake dates as a good way to show me what a healthy relationship with a guy would look like.”
I really was brilliant.
“And once we’ve stopped my mother’s intrusive dating issues, I’ll figure out what a healthy relationship with a Daddy will look like.” Even an idiot could’ve figured out how to make that sound dangerous, so I didn’t give myself props as I continued. “The internet probably has a lot of people who can help me with that.”
Icing on the cake.
