“Thank you,” Aaron said softly, his voice low and sincere. The conversation petered out, and they listened to the radio until Jay pulled up in front of the restaurant. Aaron reached for the door handle, then seemingly changed his mind and turned to Jay with an unguarded expression. “I’ll see you at the club tomorrow?”
Jay frowned. The idea of missing Aaron’s debut in that skirt was physically painful, but he couldn’t cancel his plans.
“I can’t. I promised my sister I’d babysit my nephews so she can have a date night with her husband.”
“Aww, you’re such a good brother. How old are your nephews?”
“Seven and eight. Adorable and terrifying.”
Aaron hummed in noncommittal agreement. He’d mentioned being an only child, so he probably didn’t have any frame of reference for how amazing and awful children could be at that age. Would Aaron think them charming or annoying when he met them?
Ifhe met them.
Because why would he?
An insane idea crashed into him, coming out of his mouth before Jay even had a chance to process it. “I have a soccer game tomorrow afternoon, and my sister’s dropping off my nephews there. You could come meet them and watch me play?”
In the following silence, Jay’s brain finally caught up to what he’d just said. Did he invite Aaron to watch him play amateur soccer and meet his family? This was sure to send him running for the hills. Any second now, Aaron would say a polite goodbye and flee. Jay had to find a way to backpedal hard. Turn it into a joke. Pretend he had a mini-blackout. Sleeptalking and sleepdriving were also still in play.
“I’d love to.” Aaron said, putting a stop to Jay’s silent panicking. “Do I have to know anything about soccer? Most of my knowledge comes from British sitcoms.”
“It’s just for fun,” Jay said, trying to bridge the gap between the chaos in his mind and the calm conversation they were somehow having. “I would temper your expectations. It’s mainly an excuse for us to run around and goof off. Kicking the ball is secondary to having fun.”
“I think I can manage to follow that.” Aaron chuckled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jay watched him disappear behind the heavy, ornate door of the restaurant, not sure whether to be terrified or excited about this new development. It’s like his entire world was tilting off its axis.
Or, maybe, it was finally tilting into place.
Kink Talk
DomicronPersei8: So this seems like something that should have come up before, but what do Doms wear? Like, I've seen plenty, but I never really registered their clothing unless it was something insane that I could never pull off.
DomPetty: You go out all the time, what do you wear now?
DomicronPersei8: My normal clothes?
DomPetty: If it's working for you, just stick with it.
DomicronPersei8: Let me rephrase. Doms, what do you wear? Subs, what do you like to see Doms wear?
DomAndDommer: I just wear a tight T-shirt and pants with lots of straps and chains on them. A blazer if I’m feeling extra.
SubZero: That is exactly how I pictured you, Dommer.
DomAndDommer: …is that bad?
SubLime: Let's not give anyone a fashion crisis here. I'm down for a nice tight shirt.
SubAir: I’m partial to tight T-shirts myself.
SubSequins: How about a tight cop uniform?
DomOliver: I think that's straying into stripper territory.
DommyBoy: You can't beat an expensive-looking tailored suit. Has everyone drooling, in and out of the lifestyle.
DomicronPersei8: Thank you for the only useful suggestion.
