The way Austin, while in his adult headspace mostly, still lets his Little side show is adorable. He gets distracted easily and I love watching him bounce between one thing and another. He starts with the playroom, where I'm pretty sure he looksthrough every single item and decides that we are going to play Monopoly. For two hours, we sit at the dining room table and play. He tries to cheat giving me his money whenever he lands on one of my squares. I end up pulling him into my lap and scratching my beard against his neck until he is squirming and giggling in my arms.
I have to kick him out of my kitchen during lunch. He insists on dancing around to whatever music is playing on his phone, a playlist he insists has been curated from years of listening. He's doing some sort of rendition of the chicken dance. When he almost slips in his socks and I have to catch him, I make him go sit on the couch while I finish preparing the sandwiches and fruit tray. He regales me with stories from the coffee shop, about customers, and more about how it is to manage it. The owner is supposed to be stopping by sometime next week so they have to get everything ready on Monday. He turns the conversation to talk about the email he saw on my phone yesterday and if I'm going to take the guy up on it.
By the time the fruit and his sandwich are gone, Austin is fully regressed. It isn't something that I think he realizes that he's doing, especially when he gets sleepy, but within a few minutes, he's curled up on the couch with a blanket and watching a cartoon. I take the dishes back to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. My phone vibrates with a text and I pull my phone out of my pocket to check it.
Garrett
It was nice catching up last night. Your new guy is adorable.
I smile at the text. Last night was a much better success than I could hope for. Watching Austin fully sink into that space around others and play made my heart happy. My whole body still is happy. He fit right in with the others and the Mommies and Daddies all planned to get together again in a couple of weeks. I know that Garrett is more for the Daddy / boy aspect without the age regression or at least more of a Middle, but he tagged along with one of our other friends. He has a membership too, so it isn't like he was creeping or anything, and he could usually find someone to go home with him. Afterall, he is richandhandsome.
"Daddy?" Austin's voice pulls me out of my thoughts before I can start comparing myself to a good friend. I've had a true relationship only twice in my forty-one years of life, the first when I was in my early twenties. It was my introduction to the kink scene and we ended amicably when I realized I much preferred to be the one making decisions than being cared for. The second was with James. We dated for two years. He was more of a weekend Little, which didn't bother me. I understood that everyone had their preferences, but once I started my business and was working on growing it, he started feeling like he came second. I'm mature enough to realize my mistakes with that relationship. But since, I haven't been able to find someone else I could see myself settling down with. Until now.
"What's up, Aussie?" I round the edge of the couch and sit down one cushion away from him. Austin pouts before gathering his blanket and stuffie and moving to climb into my lap. He fits so perfectly and is careful to not plop down like last time. I smile and give him a quick kiss.
"You looked like you were thinking a lot." Austin adjusts the blanket so it'sover both of us.
"I was just thinking about how awesome you are," I say honestly. "I've really liked being with you these past couple of weeks."
"I've liked it too," Austin agrees. "I didn't think I'd get to do this again after…"
He doesn't have to say it for me to know what he's talking about. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me. He settles his head on my shoulder and his left hand goes straight to my chest. I'm wearing clothes now, but I smile at the memories of him running his fingers through the hair on my chest and stomach. I had my reservations about sharing the bed with him that first night, but the way he immediately cuddled up to me and didn't seem bothered by it, or any of me, put my mind at ease. Now, it was welcomed. I move my right hand to push the button on the side of the couch to pull up the recliner and we resituate with the new angle.
"You are something special, you know that Aussie?" His arms wrap around my lower back and stomach and his head nestles into my neck.
I feel lips press against the side of my neck in lieu of an answer. We stay just like that and I know he's falling asleep. I'm not sure how much time passes, but I watch the cartoon move to a new episode twice before Austin stirs again. He stretches his body and lets out an adorable noise before his body relaxes once more against me.
"Nice nap?" I ask quietly when he looks up at me. He moves one hand to swipe at his eye and smiles at me.
"You're like the perfect pillow," he says, still clearly half asleep. "I'm never sleeping without you again."
I wish more than anything that that could be true. We've spent more time together than apart after that first weekend,but we do still have our own lives, our own houses. The silence hangs between us and Austin sits up on my lap. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that like… Moving in or anything."
"No, sweetie. I know what you meant. I like the idea of having you next to me each night too."
"Too bad we're both adults and have jobs and houses and stuff." He voices my exact thoughts. "I mean, I rent mine, but it's still the same."
"You rent your house?" That's news to me. I assumed he had bought it. I didn't mean for that to come out so surprising.
"I do," Austin says. "My credit isn't bad, really. But I didn't have a stable job at the time nor the money to pay for a down payment or anything. I started renting my place from a distant family friend. And I like the house enough, so I didn't bother trying to move."
I put the recliner back down and keep a hand on Austin to make sure he doesn't fall. When the recliner is down and my feet are on the ground, I wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly.
"What's this for? Not that I'm complaining." Austin moves within my arms to straddle my lap and wrap his arms around my neck.
"Just for being the best," I say against his neck. I'm taking my turn to be all in my feelings today. "I didn't think I would get something like this, the complete package in a perfect boy."
"I'm glad I could help with that," he mumbles and I can hear the embarrassment in his tone. I don't mean to make him nervous with that statement. I just want him to know how I feel. "And same for me, with being anyone else. No one even comes close to you, Remi."
Austin pulls back and his eyes are bright and serious when he looks at me. We stay like that, cuddled on the couch, together. I swear my heart skips a beat when his lips twitch into a smile and I know that I'm never going to find someone like him, and something like this, again. I open my mouth to say something, but Austin stops me with his own lips. It's heated from the start and this time, I don't plan on stopping us. I lift my back off the couch, squeezing my arms tighter around him to press our bodies together.
"Remi, please." Austin begs the words against my lips, breath ghosting against my chin. His eyes are open and so, so blue.
"Let's go upstairs," I say but Austin shakes his head. "Baby, I don't have—"
"No need," he says. I'm about to object when Austin shifts and jams his hand into one of his pockets. I laugh when I see the triumphant look on his face. "I stole one from upstairs this morning."
I can't hold back the laugh and sink back onto the couch. "I guess there's nothing left to object."
