Page 25 of Our Little Sebastian
“Mr Rex is my dinosaur—well, my stuffed dino. I found him a few years ago in a toy shop near where I used to train when I played for the Doncaster Knights. He was sitting in this toy shop I used to pass each day on my way to training, and one day after a really shit day I stopped in and brought him. He reminded me of a favourite one I’d had and lost.”
“I get that. When I was kicked out I lost most of my stuffies and things. My dad threw them out. But I managed to bring Bernie with me, my fluffy monster. And then I bought Mama Cass not long after I started work for Miss Rose.” I set the two pans I found on the stove top and began to make the pancakes in one and cook the bacon in the other.
“Your dad kicked you out?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. Um, could you get me some plates out? One for yourself as well.”
Sam looked surprised but then smiled. “Thanks for the offer, but I just had a cuppa and some toast before I left my place.” Sam moved over to the large sideboard and grabbed the plates, adding knives and forks from the drawer.
“Do you live close?” I asked, flipping the first pancake onto the serving plate.
“Just over in the coachman’s cottage. Marco and Roman offered it to me when they moved here. They are really good men.”
I looked at Sam across the counter he was a total cutie and I couldn’t help but wonder if he and my Daddies had ever scened together.
“So did you and my Daddies ever… “ I didn’t finish the sentence. It wasn’t my business who Marco and Roman had been with.
Sam’s rumbling laughter made me look up. He was smiling and shaking his head. “You don’t have to worry, it’s never been anything like what you’re thinking between me and your Daddies.”
“I”m being silly. I have no right to ask. This is all very new. I mean technically, last night was our first date. The problem is, I think I’m falling for them already.” I sighed, not caring that I’d just dropped my emotional baggage on a near stranger.
“I don’t think you have much to worry about. I’ve never seen the two of them so excited as when they came back from meeting you for the first time. You should have seen the two of them yesterday trying to work out what they were going to cook for dinner or if they were going to take you out to a restaurant. They were like two teenagers excited for their first date.”
I was confused about what was so special about me. “But I’m just me, I’m nothing special.”
“I can’t say. I don’t know you but I get a good feeling about you, and you don’t have to worry. I have no designs on your Daddies.”
I smirked at Sam and pointed the spatula towards him. “But you do want one, yes?”
“Yeah, I do. It took me years to feel comfortable with my sexuality. I was scared to come out but when I did, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off my chest. The kink I fell into by accident.” Sam shrugged.
“I knew I was gay when I was about ten. I only told my Gran at first. She had always been super supportive and a bit outrageous. She’d worked in theatre and dance halls up until she had my mum, then she opened up her own clothing store. She did alterations but she also made some one off pieces. I learnedto sew from her.” I smiled, remembering sitting in her sewing room with all the bolts of fabric and spindles of ribbon. It was like a magical wonderland to me.
“She sounds so cool. I don’t really have much family.” Sam leaned against the counter, watching me cook. “She taught you to cook as well?”
I nodded. “Both Gran and my mum did. My mum’s not a bad person, but she’s under my father’s thumb. He is very much concerned about appearances and the family name, and I was not living up to that grand institution.” I sighed dramatically. “Mum and I used to have so much fun when Dad went away for work—dress up parties and tea parties, sewing and baking—but my dad hated it and demanded it stop. He made me join the local scouts and under 12 football team. I can tell you, that did not go well.”
“Not made for football?”
“Two left feet and the ability to kick the ball in the opposite direction it’s supposed to go.” I laughed, remembering just how bad I was at it. “Tea parties and stuffies are much more my speed I think.”
“Me too—well, these days. I love playing rugby, but I also love my little time. After my accident I had to spend a lot of time on bed rest. That was where I got to know my Little side.”
“Important question,” I said, pointing the spatula like a dangerous weapon.
“Okay,” Sam answered, smiling.
“Is there such a thing as too many stuffies?”
Sam brought one of his large hands to his chest, his face a picture of mock outrage “There are never too many stuffies. Mind you, I think I might be running out of room on my bed.”
“Oh, I had the same problem but Lilly showed me these cute storage shelves that are easy to assemble, and you can order them online.”
Sam and I were busy discussing when we could have a playdate, when my Daddies came into the room, both looking sexy and rumpled and smiling when they saw I had cooked breakfast.
“I hope this is okay, Daddies. I wanted to thank you for last night..” I was rambling a bit, unsure if the right thing to do was to kiss them good morning. I still wasn’t quite sure if that was the relationship they wanted—something outside of kink where they were also my boyfriends. My brain was kind of twisting itself up in knots until my Daddies walked over, Papa kissing me first. He tasted like mint toothpaste. And then it was Daddy’s turn. Their kisses left me blushing and a little breathless.
“This looks lovely, baby boy, and you know we didn’t expect you to do this. We want to spoil you.” Daddy pecked me on the cheek, coming around to sit in one of the stools nearest me.
