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“Is it five o’clock yet?” I was only half kidding when I sighed loudly and craned my neck around the bumper to see the wall clock. “Nope. Keep wrenching. ” I didn’t ever wear a watch when I was working because it was stupid dangerous and it would get destroyed while I was covered in grease all day.
Brayden laughed and then immediately cursed. “Fuck, can you get me some rags?”
Now it was my turn to laugh. We’d had the day from hell, and apparently, it wasn’t over yet.
“What did you do?” I grabbed a box of shop rags and slid them across the epoxy floor to Brayden.
They bounced off his foot, but he didn’t seem to mind as he bent down to grab a handful. “Thanks. The oil plug kinda exploded on me. It’s fine. So what time is it?”
“Ten till. I’m just gonna finish up this headlight wiring, and I’m done for tonight.”
“You’re coming with us, right?” Brayden stopped wiping to look back at me. “To the Daddy auction.”
Fuck, I kinda hoped he had forgotten about tonight. I mean, I knew he wouldn’t forget about going, but I had hoped he’d forgotten that he finally wore me down and I’d agreed to go with him. But he didn’t ever forget the stuff I wanted him to forget. “Yeah, I’ll go, but I don’t think I’m gonna bid on anyone. It just feels so…forced. How do you know if you have chemistry with a Daddy if you’ve never even met him?”
“How do you ever meet them if you never go anywhere?” Brayden turned back to his mess, and I crouched over the fender again.
He had a valid point.
Between work and… well, my side work, I really didn’t ever have a chance to meet people. Occasionally, a hot guy would come into the shop, but they were usually in a minivan and had several car seats in the back, so…probably not the right kind of Daddy for me. “Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m going.”
“Good, cause we’re picking you up at 6:30, sharp.”
I considered everything I needed to deal with before 6:30 and realized I had a problem. “What are you wearing?”
Brayden glanced around the shop and then grinned. “I’m going full-on Little today. Probably footie pajamas, but if I get hot, I’ll change into shorts and a T-shirt.”
The enthusiasm Brayden had was infectious, and my mood instantly picked up. Even if I didn’t get lucky tonight, I hoped Brayden did. He deserved to find someone who could appreciate what a sweetheart he could be….when he wasn’t busy being a brat.
“What should I wear? I don’t really have kink clothes.” I didn’t fully identify as a Little. Maybe a middle, but age regression wasn’t something that appealed as much to me as just feeling like a boy who needed someone to give a shit about him. That pretty much summed up my current life situation…or lack thereof. “Can I just wear jeans and a T-shirt?”
“Of course. Wear whatever you want.” I knew he meant that. He wanted me to be comfortable, even though that was virtually impossible. “The right Daddy will be attracted to you for who you are, not because of what you’re wearing.”
Easy for him to say. He’d be wearing a billboard with his kink from wrists to toes. I was still trying to figure mine out. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be ready at 6:30.”
As much as I was dreading the night, I was also kinda excited for it. I’d never been to Primal and wasn’t deeply involved in the kink community at all. Over the past two years of working with Brayden, he’d told me a lot about the lifestyle and the many different dynamics within it. After that, I looked deeper into several of the kinks he described, and I was immediately drawn to the Daddy/boy dynamic. I’d always been attracted to older men, but it was more than just their age.
It was about unconditional love. At least, that was the part that stuck out to me in some of the forums I was on. Not all dynamics were unconditional, but the ones that were, were the kinds I wanted to explore.
But I had no idea where to start or what that might look like for me.
Brayden was right. Going to a low-pressure event like the one tonight was really my best toe-in-the-water scenario to begin meeting people who might be like-minded. Besides, the guys he was going with were really cool. Dylan and Augie were both Littles like Brayden, and I was curious to see them in an environment that was designed especially to keep them safe and supported.
When I finally finished up the car I was working on, I closed out the work order. The customer was going to pick it up in the morning, so with that done, I was able to get to my final task of each day.
Another twenty minutes of cleaning up my station.
My ADHD brain was a bit of a mess when I was working, so in order to make sure I had a reasonable workspace to use each morning, I had to methodically clean up every bolt, screw, and tool at the end of each day.
Brayden worked much more neatly than I did, so when he finished up at five, all he had to do was wash his hands, and he could leave immediately. But it was almost 5:30 when I finally slipped out the back door and headed toward my apartment.
Since I walked to the shop most days, I zipped up my hoodie to block the evening breeze as I turned down the street. I had an old kit car that my dad gave me when I left home, but I didn’t drive it very often. It ran well, but I didn’t trust people not to be stupid around it.
Besides it wasn’t worth the gas just to drive it two blocks down the street when it was such a quick walk.
