Page 10 of Love Language

No, not stupid. That’s what makes kink beautiful.

Greg sighed, and Marco decided to put himself out there a little. I’m a Daddy, he offered. Which means I like taking care of people.

Marco could see Greg processing this.

Greg turned enough to face him and signed FATHER as a question, apparently unsure how to give the word the context it needed to express his meaning.

Daddy, Marco signed back, repeating the basic sign for FATHER, but adding a bit of a smirk and mouthing “daddy” at the same time. Now it was dirty and sweet, completely different from being someone’s parent.

Daddy, Greg tested out the sign.

Marco nodded encouragingly. What he wouldn’t give to have Greg say that and mean it.

Greg thought for a moment. I think I’ve seen a lot of people use that word and it doesn’t always mean the same thing.

Was Greg making conversation or expressing interest? Either way, Marco was comfortable sharing.

I like taking care of someone. Being there for my boy to rely on and meeting all his needs. I’m not interested in someone who wants to be a child, he gave the word special emphasis to mean “little.”

So, what does that actually look like in practice? Greg’s hands flew up to cover his face as soon as he asked. When he came out from behind his hands, he quickly amended, you don’t have to answer that.

Marco cracked up. Greg was adorable. There was something that just got him going about seeing this older man being so spontaneous and free in sharing his thoughts and feelings.

I don’t mind answering. When there’s someone I like, I guess I want to know everything about them. What they enjoy, what helps them relax. Then, I try to give it to them. When I’m in a scene it might not look too different from a typical scene. It’s more about care taking when I’m in a relationship with someone.

So you… You’ve been in a relationship like that before?

Marco sighed. He wasn’t as thrilled about rehashing his dating history. But he also wanted to be honest, and he’d left himself open for this one.

I was in two vanilla relationships where I smothered my partners to the point of frustration before I figured out what I wanted and knew how to communicate it. After that, I played with a lot of people while I was figuring myself out. Then I started dating someone who said he wanted a Daddy, but then realized he didn’t. At least we were able to figure it out sooner that time.

So, you haven’t had a boy, then?

Marco’s heart pounded. Was Greg considering the role? Even for an evening?

No. It’s just a dream of mine right now.

Yeah, try saying that with a lap full of delicious, earnest submissive and not making it sound like a come-on.

That’s sad. I hope you find your boy.

I will, Marco replied, trying to keep the conversation upbeat. Inside he was asking, “can it be you?”

They both settled down for a while after that, breathing together. It was remarkably peaceful.

Holding someone like this, being his foundation and his comfort, was a huge part of what Marco was looking for.

Finally, he drew in a breath, hoping that he wasn’t about to fuck things up. I know that you’re not looking for a relationship. But if you wanted to play some time, I would be honored to play with you.

Greg stilled. Damn, he wished he could see his face better.

Or, forget I said anything. I was just thinking that, maybe later, when you’re ready. I just… you said that no one would want you, and I wanted you to know that it isn’t true.

Alright, that mostly made sense and he didn’t sound like too much of an asshole.

Greg turned around in his lap, finally facing him. You would want that? Really? He looked incredulous, as if the idea were impossible.

Marco decided to put himself on the line. I find you very attractive. I’m not saying that to pick you up, or at least not to pressure you to do anything before you’re ready. I just wanted you to know.