Page 10 of Matteo's Mettle
“I’ve been called a lot of things in my time, but ‘cute’ isn’t one of them.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve never seen you have zero chill around a guy before, either, so I guess it’s all new territory.”
“I have chill.” Yep. That’s my genius response. I. Have. Chill. Ugh.
It’s Kate’s turn to snort and she reaches up to pat my shoulder condescendingly. “Sure you do, London.”
“Shut up.” Oh, I am on fire tonight. So quick-witted. The amused sparkle in Kate’s eye tells me her thoughts have gone the same way, but then her expression sobers.
“He’s a little,” she says softly, and there’s a world of subtext in the three words.
My sighed “Yeah” acknowledges it all.
I’m not a Daddy. I’ve never really considered being a Daddy. Outside of playing the Uncle London role with Kate, I’ve got zero experience with the kink or the lifestyle. So is being interested in a little -even one as hot and intriguing as Matteo- really going to end well for either of us?
Also…just how little does he get? He wears a diaper, that much I could see, but does heusethem? Kate wears them for the feel and aesthetic only -or, at least, that’s as far as she goes around me- but I know that everyone’s exploration of the kink is different.
Does he regress often or just occasionally for fun? Does he want a Daddy to take control of most of his day-to-day stuff, or does he just want a partner to play scenes with? From what I’ve observed of his personality, he’s submissive, sensitive, and non-confrontational…and seems to soak up any affection or positive reinforcement like a sponge. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s looking for a full-time Daddy.
Then there’s the fact that he appears to be in his early forties and I’m not even thirty. Would he even want a Daddy so much younger than him?
Not that I am a Daddy.
Jesus, am I actually considering it?
When I’d overheard Kate telling him that I’m not a Daddy, my heart had seized. That was a conversation I had wanted to have with him. That, apparently, Istillwant to have with him. But I have no idea what I want to say.
Kate’s right: Iaminterested in him. More than I should be for having just met the guy. But everything about this is new to me and I don’t know if the lifestyle is something I genuinely want or if I’m only now considering it because of my attraction to Matteo.
CouldI be a Daddy? I mean really? Without it feeling weird?
Playing with Kate is always entertaining, but that’s the extent of my experience. Sometimes I’ll cut up her food or give her a bottle, but there’s none of the other caregiver stuff between us. I’m the fun ‘Uncle’. That’s it.
And yet the thought of bathing Matteo, of dressing him, of being the person who kisses his boo-boos and looks after him…Well, it’s oddly satisfying, and there’s no hint of ‘nah, too awkward for me’ vibes at all. In fact, it sets off butterflies in my belly.
Huh.Who knew?
Kate’s staring at me expectantly.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re actually thinking about it, aren’t you?”
There’s no point denying it. Not if Matteo proves to be as interested in me as I am in him. “I am.” I swallow, glancing over at the door to the locker room. “I guess I’m gonna need to talk to you and Cherie. Pick your brains on what, exactly, I’m thinking of getting myself into.”
Kate’s expression softens. “You’re kind of a natural already, you know? As Uncle London, I mean. The Daddy vibes are pretty strong. You’ve got the voice and the instincts down pat. From there, it’s just about finding what works for the two of you…and having fun with it.” She waggles her eyebrows and pitches her voice low for the last bit.
Matt strides out of the change room before I can reply, and I almost swallow my tongue. He’s wearing painted on dark wash jeans and a tight black polo shirt which emphasize his strong thighs and bulging biceps respectively. He’s got a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder, which I assume contains the onesie he’d been wearing earlier. To look at him now, you’d never know the guy was a little, or that he was at all sweet and submissive.
“Yeah, okay,” Kate huffs and nudges me, murmuring, “you were right. I’m gay, not blind.”
I chuckle and a feeling of warmth sweeps over me as Matteo’s expression flits between Kate and I, his insecurity painted on his handsome face. “What’d I miss?”
“Nothing important,” I’m sure to keep my voice light and even, then I gesture in the vague direction of the exit. “Shall we?”
Anywhere else, I’d say we would have made a strange looking group: the big, tattooed guy, me in dress pants and a button down, and Kate in her costume. But nobody gives us a second glance as we head back out of the main doors and into the stark little foyer.
“Oh! Matt!” We all turn as the woman behind the reception desk comes around it. She heads towards Matteo and wraps her arms around his waist, her head barely coming to his shoulders. “Happy birthday. I should have said it when you came in, but-”
