Page 14 of Santa’s Little Faker
“Thank you.” Looking littler with each smile, Orlando didn’t lose focus on his toys for long. “I didn’t know there were grown-ups that didn’t have to be big and could keep their toys and play with them. My family said collectors got to keep their toys in boxes but they didn’t play with them.”
I probably shouldn’t think of his family as assholes since a lot of people believed the same thing, but they were assholes for a variety of other things. Lumping in something new wouldn’t tip the bucket one way or the other.
“Yes, I’m glad you know that now.” Should I have been the one to tell him that? “I wasn’t sure if that was a conversation we needed to have.”
He’d been so fucking innocent that it’d been hard to tell what he was into and what was just him being him.
Shrugging, he didn’t seem upset about it either way. “I didn’t know it was a thing, so I was glad when Enzo had to explain stuff because of Terrence.”
Was it appropriate to ask how the fuck that’d come up?
Probably not.
“Well, now I know it’s something you’re interested in, so I can answer questions.” At least I could answer them more factually than the internet could. “I won’t get embarrassed or upset about them, though. So ask anything you want to know.”
Hopefully just not stuff about my own preferences and life.
“And you won’t get squirmy?” It wasn’t a word adult Orlando had ever used, so I took it as another clue he was sharing a new side of himself with me. “You get squirmy.”
Huffing dramatically, I loved the giggle it got me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I never got squirmy.
I was just careful around him because he’d been young…and innocent…and…very Orlando.
“I’m talking about squirmies. You get squirmy.” His evil villain snicker had me trying not to laugh. “But if you’re going to be my helper man, you can’t get squirmy.”
“I don’t get squirmy.” That was not a grown-up word I was going to use to describe myself. “But I will answer questions. Try me.”
Stepping inside, I closed the door behind me since he hadn’t thought to tell me to do it and he was currently occupied with more important things than the temperature.
Like testing me and racing his trucks.
“Did you know some littles wear diapers? Some don’t.” He shrugged and tried to sound very nonchalant but it was adorable and obvious. “Some do. I found cute ones but I’m going to wait until my Daddy wants to try them with me.”
He went right for gold-level testing.
“Yes, I know that some littles wear diapers.” What else did I know that I could tell him? I’d never had a little who liked diapers but I knew friends who wore them. “There are online stores that sell diapers and onesies and jammies. There are also a couple of stores around the country that sell them in person.”
They weren’t Walmart-level stores, but they were interesting.
“I could take a vacation with my Daddy to one?” Orlando looked away from his toys and back to me as he asked the question.
“Yes. I was at a work convention in Las Vegas a couple of years ago and one of my friends who lives there is a Daddy with a little. They took me over to the store and showed me around.” I’d been single at the time, so I’d picked out some random stuff, but there wasn’t anything I needed to confess to Orlando. “That would be a fun place to vacation to and you could go to the store.”
I wasn’t sure if any of the other ones were located in tourist areas but it wouldn’t be hard to figure out.
“I’ve never been there.” Orlando made a thinking sound before he went back to zooming for the trucks. After a few moments his sound effects shifted again. “My mother said I was too young to go when Cousin Philip had his party there last year.”
I wasn’t going to actually agree with his mother but she wasn’t wrong to keep him from going.
“Wasn’t that the cousin who got arrested and his wedding was postponed because of all the legal fees?” His fiancé ended up leaving him for some guy who was in a band. “I think you’d have more fun going with your Daddy.”
At least it would be safer…and should be a lot less likely to end up with lawyers getting involved.
It’d better be safer with less lawyers involved.
Chapter 5
