Page 7 of Lance & Clayton

He continued when I shook his head. "I know it's too early to say such things, and I don't want to scare you away. But the moment I laid eyes on you in the club, I wanted to make you mine, to be the reason for your happiness for the rest of your life. And when I danced with you? I knew for sure that if I was ever going to get married, it was going to be you."

I hadn't dated before but I knew people didn't just say such things on first dates if they didn't mean it. He'd been a player all his life but he was willing to be a one-man man just for me.

"Really?" My eyes widened and a smile returned to my face. "You're quite forward and I like that about you, Lance. People don't usually speak their mind and I've always found it frustrating. I'm glad you don't hesitate to say how you feel. I've found it hard myself, but I'm going to try to speak my mind too."

He nodded and stroked my cheek with a thumb. "So let's start right away then. What was going through your mind back at the club? I've never been turned down before, but I never thought getting rejected would feel so good. It let me get to know you better. Why did you refuse to come back to my place for some-" he quoted in the air-"fun?"

"Well," I said and paused, looking at the ceiling to gather my thoughts before proceeding. "I think there were two reasons for my rejection. As I said, sex doesn't mean anything to me if it's outside of a loving relationship, and yes, I wished I could have a loving relationship with you. And secondly-" I stopped, taking a deep breath before saying it in a low voice- "I'm still a virgin. I haven't had any romantic or sexual experience before. I didn't know I'd be good enough for an experienced older man like you."

He continued stroking my flushed cheeks with his thumb. "I can wait for you to be ready, even if I have to wait for an eternity, and I mean it. I can't believe I'm saying this. I have a few friends who've gone from sleeping around to having eyes only for their boyfriends now. I've always pitied them, wondering how boring their lives must now be. But now I find myself in the same situation, and I couldn't have been luckier. So, going back to the thing you wanted to tell me. What's been going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

I had never told anyone about me being a Little, except for my sister of course, but that was comparatively easier considering I'd known her all my life, and the stakes were much lower. If Lance freaked out and rejected me, it would mean going back to a life of loneliness and misery.

My hands turned cold and I began to shiver slightly from nervousness. He put a hand on my back and patiently waited as he rubbed my back.

"Do you know what age play is?" I finally managed to say.

A smile crept on his face, bringing back cute dimples and the lopsided smile from the club. "I sure do. What about it, honey?"

I gulped before blowing air out of my mouth. "I… I think I'm a Little. No, IknowI'm a Little. I've always wanted to have a Daddy, someone to take care of me, feed me, and put me to bed. Now, I know how it sounds. Age play isn't for everyone and some people find it creepy instead of kinky. But this is just who I am, and this is what I need out of a relationship-" I covered my face in my hands as he listened to me carefully- "God, you probably think I'm a freak now. I shouldn't have said anything. I should've been happy with what I had, but I was willing to throw it all away just because I got too greedy. It isn't fair of me to expect you to be a Daddy just because I need you to. You shouldn't have to deal with whatever's wrong with me in the head."

"Hey, hey." He took my hands off my face and frowned, kissing me gently on the forehead before pulling me onto his lap. "Don't talk about yourself like that. Truth be told, I knew what you were gonna say long before you said it, but I just wanted you to feel comfortable enough that you tell me on your own."

"Huh?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could he have already known? I’d only told Julia and she hadn't even met Lance.

"I mean, you're a Little through and through. There's nothing wrong with your head, and no, you're not a freak. So I better not hear you say that again, otherwise, there's going to be consequences."

I shivered at the mere thought of having consequences for my actions. It was far too arousing and it was a strange feeling to have right after being so terrified. He seemed to like the idea of consequences too, for he had popped a semi in his pants which he didn't bother to adjust or hide.

"But how could you have known?" I asked, still confused. "I haven't told anyone."

"You didn't have to say it, bright eyes," he said, rubbing my back. "I saw you drinking out of a sippy cup back at the club. Even without that, it's quite obvious. You're the cutest Little there ever is."

My eyes became big like saucers as I wrapped my arms around his strong chest. "You really think so?"

"Of course." He nodded, pulling me closer in his lap. "I don't have a problem with you being a Little. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Everything makes so much more sense now. I wanted to protect you from the world and take care of you, which was my Daddy instinct taking over. I'm a Daddy without even realizing it, but you've made me realize that now. I love the aspect of having to take care of someone at such a basic level. It makes me feel in control of the relationship and gives my life a strong purpose."

"Well, this is going much better than I anticipated." I smiled and sighed in contentment. "I wish my parents were as open-minded as you. They'd never understand if they ever found out. I've always been so ashamed of being a Little because I know they'd never approve. They'd be so disappointed I'm into a kink they'd consider shameful."

"Listen to me, sweetheart," he said. "I don't want you to worry too much, and now that you're my boy, I simply won't have it. Little boys are meant to be happy. The most they should worry about is which toy to play with. All the big world problems are for their Daddies to worry about. So repeat after me - there's no shame in being who you are."

My joy knew no bounds on hearing him call me his boy. "There's no shame in being who you are. I'll let Daddy do the worrying for me. So…I'm your boy, huh? Are you sure you want this?"

"Of course, but I can wait for you to call me Daddy." He nodded. "I want you to mean it when you say it, so feel free to take your time. I've always found Littles adorable. My best friend, John has a boy who's naughty. He calls me his uncle and it gives me such joy. He's naughty but his Daddy loves him all the same."

My face lit up with joy as I wiggled for the first time in his presence. "Another little boy? I've never met anyone from the lifestyle before. I wonder if he likes the same things as me."

"He loves wolves, just as much as you love dinosaurs. I'm sure we can arrange a playdate sometime if you promise to be good boys and be nice to each other. God, I'm so glad fate brought you into my life. I've always trusted her to know what's best for me. And yes, fate's a she, but don't ask me why. So…we're going out, eh? You and I."

I shrugged and pushed my lips out in what I hoped was an adorable pout. "I don't know about that. You haven't officially asked me to be your boyfriend yet like they do in the movies I've seen."

He put a hand on my belly and rubbed it playfully. "God, look at that cute little pout. So Clayton, will you go around with me?"

I bounced up and down, vigorously nodding my head before he could change his mind. "Yes, yes, a good thousand times yes!"

Seeing the joy in my eyes must've made him happy, for he instantly gave me a quick peck on the cheek, causing me to shiver from excitement. A part of me wanted to beg him to kiss me on the lips instead. I'd never even been kissed, so I wondered if the desperation on my face was apparent.

His smile slowly faded as he looked at me with a frown. "We don't have to talk about it now, but at some point, I'd like to know about your parents. I understand their potential disapproval causes you great stress, so I want to help you in that matter. I'll have to come up with a way to help you, and I'm going to be honest, I don't know how. No Little boy should have to go through such stress. But I'll do everything in my power to make things better for you."

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