Page 5 of Weston & Cyrus
“You don’t date guys like me.” Again, he kept throwing me curve balls.
“Explain what you mean by that.” Because I wasn’t sure if he was talking about something kink related or what he looked like or something else entirely.
His logic was confusing sometimes, so I wasn’t going to pretend to be able to read his mind on this one.
“I’m skinny and kind of dramatic for a sub and not big enough.” He paused, swallowing hard. “You date guys who look like you.”
Did he think that was on purpose?
“They’re the only ones who don’t rush me.” When my answer had him blinking at me, I knew he didn’t get it. “The guys here at the club and the ones I meet randomly go too fast. They don’t give me a chance to get to know them first. My gym friends are the only ones I know well enough to date.”
They weren’t always subs, but a lot of them were bottoms and curious, so we’d made it work. I thought that’d been obvious.
It clearly hadn’t.
“You know how slow I go with that kind of stuff. We’ve talked about it before but I don’t think you get it. Just tonight I’ve been hit on three times and every time when I said I’d like to talk and get to know someone before we do any kind of scene, they leave.” They weren’t mean about it but a lot of the guys lately had been looking for fuck buddies or Doms who went really fast.
That wasnotme.
“You’re closer to demi.” His response said he was at least processing what I was saying but I wasn’t sure we were on the same page yet.
“Labels are hard, but yeah, probably.” I really wasn’t sure why I needed a label to tell people I had to get to know them first before I’d sleep with them or wanted to dominate them…but I did. “The guys at the gym are used to slow and steady to get the results they want, so it’s easy for me to explain it and they’re patient.”
It was probably profiling or something but twinks were not patient, so I ended up dating what most people would call gym rats.
The rats were just really nice, though.
“I hadn’t thought of it like that.” Swallowing hard, he paused and inhaled deeply before letting it out slowly.
I was pretty sure he was counting, but I let him process since he seemed to have his stress under control.
“Most of the time we’ve known each other you’ve dated…guys that look like you.” Gesturing toward my chest, he frowned. “I’m not you.”
Was there a good response to that statement?
It kind of felt like my mom asking my dad if she looked fat in a dress. I’d long since stopped playing that game but he was still an idiot and always would be.
“I don’t need me. I need someone who gets to know me first and who’s willing to let me get to know them. I know you now, but I haven’t been able to shift things from friends to more.” At first I thought he was ignoring my signals because he didn’t see me that way. “I haven’t even been able to get you to realize what I was trying to say. I was aiming for subtle but it wasn’t working.”
I didn’t want to push him into something or ruin our friendship, but when I tried to ask him out for a date, he always treated it like we were simply hanging out. He’d ask about who I was dating and it was clear we weren’t on the same page.
Hell, we weren’t on the same continent.
“You…you don’t date people like me.” Weston was either in shock or stuck.
“Are you trying to decide if I find you attractive?” Blunt wasn’t my strong suit, but it seemed like one of us was going to have to get out of their comfort zone…and that would probably be me since I was the Dom.
Wessie went completely still and didn’t even seem to be breathing for about ten seconds. As I was getting concerned and trying to decide when I could say something, he took in air and nodded.
“Yes.” It wasn’t enough of a response, but I paused long enough to hopefully make it sink in for Weston. “I always have. But I think I need to point out that you always date suit-and-tie guys. The last three guys you’ve dated were banker types or those skinny runner guys.”
I was not either of those and it’d taken me entirely too long to realize that just because he was dating those guys didn’t mean they were the only types of men he was into. I’d actually started to think he was dating guys he wasn’t that attracted to for some confusing reason.
“They’re the ones who ask me out.” Weston shrugged but he looked slightly guilty about whatever he was leaving out. “I’m not built enough for guys like you.”
“Looks aren’t my biggest draw to a person, so let’s keep that in mind.” I could see where he was coming from, though. The last couple of guys I’d gone out with looked more like me and would objectively be considered conventionally attractive. “I can see your point about some of the other guys at the gym.”
Some of them were very focused on looks, I’d give him that.
