Page 43 of Their Little Helper

“I think alternating between…stress relievingtypes of sessions after work is a good place to start.” Talking about scenes in public without actually saying scenes, little time, or BDSM wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.

Dally was even behaving himself in the science museum and Harley had stopped blushing. That was mostly because our boy had decided to ignore anything he didn’t want to hear and was as close to little as I thought he’d get in public…and since he was currently intently playing with a game show simulator that was based on science questions, we weren’t going to push him further into his little space.

Dally realized that too and took full advantage of his distracted state, and how loud the area was in general, by dropping his voice and shifting closer. “It’ll be easy to get him to talk about toys and what he’s like when he’s…playful…but I don’t think he has much experience with the other side of your plan.”

Dally clearly understood how much Harley wanted us to be subtle about the lifestyle parts of our relationship in public, so I did my best to keep my voice just as low. “Agreed. He’s curious,though, and I think giving him an easy list to go over as a jumping-off point would be a good place to start.”

Slowly nodding as he processed what I’d said, Dally laughed as Harley got a silly question right and did a little happy dance. But surprisingly, it didn’t distract Dally from our conversation. The squirrel was actually very focused on making sure we took care of our overstressed boy. “Two questions. Do you think showing him your list or mine would overwhelm him? Do you think we need to have pointed conversation about his lack of experience?”

That was a good question.

“Eventually he’s going to need to explain that in more detail, but he seems uncomfortable with it.” Maybe ashamed? It was hard to tell. “Do you think he’s gotten negative responses from dates and boyfriends about it?”

Dally cleared his throat. “Um, I’m not sure he’s really had anything we’d consider a boyfriend. He’s been kind of vague about that too. If dates and people coming up to him at the bar always assume the strong and silent type means Dom or moody top at the very least, he might not have gotten that far very many times.”

People were either astonishingly stupid or he was a better actor than I was imagining.

“That would be frustrating. Incredibly frustrating.” And I just kept coming back to how stupid people were because the man doing a happy dance because he’d just passed another level in the game show thing was in no way a Dom. “We’ve approached it a few times but I think we’re going to have to spell out our feelings clearer at some point.”

“Without giving him a heart attack.” Dally sighed as we both pictured how that conversation would go. “Maybe we do it after he’s had a really good orgasm?”

That was quiet enough that no one overheard us, but it seemed like a grandmotherly woman across the room was very good at reading lips based on how wide her eyes had gotten. Some people obviously needed to learn there were more ways to be nosy than just listening to a conversation, but for the time being, I rotated to block her view of Dally.

“Another possibility would be using careful language when he’s…not at his most adult.” That version of Harley was happy, unfazed by Dally, and just wanted his partners to be nice to each other. “It might work as long as we say it right.”

The question was…could Dally choose his words that carefully.

“We’re just going to have to see when the moment is right.” Dally seemed to think he could, so I tried not to let my worry show on my face. “And maybe we work in a few personal stories he can relate to?”

As I thought about that, Dally shrugged. “Littles like stories.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Yes. We’ll keep an eye out for ways to work in appropriate stories as well.” And somehow make them easy enough to process that our nervous boy didn’t give himself a stroke. “He seems to be enjoying himself now, though.”

Harley was relaxed and smiling, turning to us and laughing even when he lost to an odd question about wind there was no way a child could’ve answered. “I almost won.”

“You did great.” Dally bounced on his toes, remembering not to say anything outrageous as Harley walked back to us. “Some of those questions have to be made to stump people.”

They probably didn’t want one person to be able to play the game that long so the line could keep moving, but we were fortunate because there weren’t that many people in the museum. The nice weather had probably pulled them toward outdoor activities, but Harley seemed perfectly at home going through all the exhibits.

It was probably another thing that potential dates got wrong.

“Should we do a few more of the games or should we go walk through that architecture exhibit?” Dally looked completely innocent which would’ve made any smart man question his intentions.

But he made Harley blush because we’d already walked past that exhibit. “That’s…that was Legos.”

“Ah, but it was about the way tall buildings were designed and how they made them structurally sound. That means science.” Dally shrugged as Harley looked tempted. “And there were plenty of adults building too.”

Most of them were with their kids, but Dally was right about the number of men who seemed to be taking the Legos very seriously. “My tower is going to be the most structurally sound. Dally’s is going to fall the moment someone breathes on it.”

Harley clearly wanted to play with the blocks, so I didn’t mind poking at Dally’s competitive side to make sure our boy got to play.

Sometimes you just had to take one for the team.

Dally’s sharp inhale and wide eyes said I’d hit him just right. “That’s…of course my tower is going to be better than yours. I’ve worked construction.”

His job history must look like he had a dozen people living inside him based on the random shit he’d talked about over lunch. “Prove it.”

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