Page 2 of Lance & Clayton

"Okay," I said and moved my face closer to his chest. I wasn't short but he was so much taller than me, I couldn't possibly rest my head on his shoulder. I had to settle for resting my cheek against his chest, which turned out to be just as good. I liked being told what to do and had I not decided to live my life alone, we would've been a perfect match.

"Has anyone told you before that you've got bright eyes?" He put his chin on my head and it made me feel so tiny in his big strong arms.

I shook my head before sighing in contentment. It felt like time had stopped and there was no one else in the world, no one that mattered anyway. A part of me wished we could just stay there in each other's arms forever without a single worry about the real world. I wished I didn't have to go back home at the end of the night to my boring old life where I pretended to be someone I wasn't.

He cleared his throat before speaking. "It's kind of loud in here. Do you want to go back to my place so we can have some fun?"

Could he read my mind? Sure, going to his place sounded fun but I still had a curfew. I was an adult but my parents didn't treat me like one.

"Fun?" I looked up at him and frowned. "Is that a code word for sex, Mr. Hoult?"

He chuckled and nodded. "Only if you want to, of course."

"As tempting as that sounds, I have to turn you down." I smiled before going back to shamelessly rubbing my cheek against his shirt. "I'm just not the kind of man who has sex with strangers. Although, I must admit that you don't feel like a stranger."

"Neither do you." He pulled away and looked down into my eyes. "Wow, I never thought I'd ever be turned down. You know, that doesn't happen around here. Sure, there are a lot of happy couples around but all the single men are just looking for one thing."

"To get laid?" I asked and he nodded. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I know I'm supposed to be a certain way and want certain things, but sex seems to be the thing I would only want out of a relationship. I’m sorry. I truly don't know what's wrong with me."

"Hey, hey." He frowned and moved his face closer to mine. "Look at me, bright eyes. There's nothing wrong with you, and I'm sorry if it was something I said. I didn't mean it that way. Everyone’s different and unique, so never apologize for being who you truly are. There's no right or wrong way to be yourself."

I didn't even know who I truly was. I was just so confused I was suddenly beginning to rethink my decision to visit a BDSM club.

"Oh, no offense taken." I shook my head and tilted my head. "It's just something I've been ruminating over lately."

"You're still young, you know. You've got the rest of your life ahead of you to figure out what you want or who you want to be. There's a first time for everything. I've never asked anyone on a date before, but I'd be a fool to let you go. So, Clayton, do you want to have dinner with me sometime?"

It all seemed unreal. Just minutes ago, I was cursing myself for my inability to be like other gay men, and now that an opportunity presented itself, I knew I couldn't accept it. Even if by some miracle I'd gathered the strength to defy my parents, things would never work out when he'd find out that I was a Little. He would eventually find out and it was unfair of someone not in the lifestyle to demand to be my Daddy. How would someone who knew nothing about the lifestyle even react to the kink I was into? Would he call me names and ask me to grow up? Would he ever even look at me the same once he knows?

"Oh," I managed to say after a long pause as the music changed back to a fast one. "I've never been on a date before either. I would love to, but I just can't. I can't be seen with another man out in the open. My parents are very strict and if someone from church saw us together, it wouldn't be long before word reaches my parents."

Mr. Hoult was a confident man but I could see a hint of panic set in his eyes. For some mysterious reason, he was terrified of never seeing me again. A handsome man like him could get any man he wanted, so why had he even chosen me to be his first date?

"Well," he said, holding onto my hands tightly. "If that's what bothers you, I have a cabin so deep in the woods, I've never seen a soul around. You probably wouldn't trust a stranger enough to meet me in the woods, but it would make me happy, Clayton."

The mere thought of making someone happy put a smile on my face. I was tired after spending a lifetime trying to please my parents. If I declined him now, I knew I could never gather the courage to go against my family's wishes again.

"Yes, Mr. Hoult." My smile grew wide. "I'll go out on a date with you. As you said, it feels like we know each other, and I trust you not to be a serial killer."

He chuckled and tilted his head. "Yeah, definitely not a serial killer. How about we exchange numbers?"

We swapped phones and just like that, I had a handsome man's number.

I looked at my wrist as if I had a watch on. "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Hoult. I've got to run now. Today's been such a good day and I can't risk turning it into a bad one by going home late."

"Please, call me Lance," he said. "Mr. Hoult was my father. And you're already leaving? But you just got here! Stay. I want to know everything about you."

"I wish I could." I smiled when he took my hand and kissed it. "Text me the details of our date and I'll be there."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a tight hug. When he broke the hug, I smiled and pushed my way through the crowd towards the exit. I never thought I'd ever do anything to displease my parents, so it all felt like a dream, a beautiful dream. It felt so wrong and yet so right.

Chapter 2: Lance

Was Clayton a Little? Why else would he be drinking out of a sippy cup? My best friend, John had a boy and he couldn't be any happier. It didn't matter what Clayton was. The moment I had seen him from a distance, I noticed the sadness in his eyes. I had the sudden unexplained need to be the reason for his sadness turning into happiness. It sure was a treat to watch him smile. Even if just for a few minutes, I was the reason for the smile on his face.

I had initially approached him with the same intention I approached dozens of other handsome men at the club, the intention to lay pipe. Men told me all the time that I was irresistible and they practically threw themselves at me, but not this one. My good looks and charm didn't seem to work on him, and part of the reason I had asked him out on a date was that I'd taken it up as a challenge to get into his pants. But when I couldn't stop thinking about him the next day, I knew that my desire to date him took priority over the desire to sleep with him.

I couldn't believe my own thoughts. One of the rules I had formed to avoid getting too attached was to never see the same person twice, and it applied to sex too. Yet here I was, breaking every rule in my book and wanting to date a man.

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