Page 43 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

I enjoyed gradually discovering more about him, and though whenever he got out his tentacle and we’d play, part of me wanted him to take me fully, I was satisfied enough when he would shoot that load across me, which I learned I needed to put towels down to manage.

On Thursday, I was working in the café—the ever-absent Monika was still employed here, for reasons I’ll never understand.

Eric was reading one of his comics while I was busy putting together a large order, when he said, “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Huh?”

“You’re humming pop songs, so I take it you’re less miserable in the café.”

He wasn’t wrong. Since I started this stuff with Daddy, I’d found fewer reasons to complain about the job, and I actually didn’t really mind it as much anymore.

“I think I’m getting pretty good at this.”

Eric winced. “Then why have you pumped half the chocolate into that cup?”

Oh fuck. “Well, Iwasdoing fairly well.”

I chucked the cup and started over when Eric said, “Is it safe to say a certain Daddy is responsible for these good moods?”

The corners of my lips pushed into my cheeks. “Maybe…” I sang.

“You guys are a cute couple, but maybe a little too cute.”

“What istoo cute?”

“Like it makes me want to vomit when I see you out together.”

“You see us out? You never say hi.”

“You’re all smiley and in a good mood. I liked it better when you were miserable. You know what they say about misery loving company.”

At my glare, he smirked. He could be sardonic, but he wasn’t a total ass, even if he liked to pretend otherwise.

“I’ll say hi if I see you guys out again,” he said like a kid who’d gotten into trouble with their teacher.

As if on cue, the door opened. I half expected it to be Daddy, though Eric was early for his break today, but instead… “Roger?”

“I go by Powerbottom now,” he insisted, approaching the bar.

Daddy had initially started calling him Roger whenever he’d see him, but this was something Roger wasn’t having, preferring the nickname, which wasn’t really surprising.

He wore a broad grin, looking as happy as I felt as he settled on a stool at the bar, beside Eric. “How are my two favorite people?”

Eric lowered his comic book. “Please tell me you’re not dating someone too.”

“What? No.”

“Then why do you have that big-ass grin on your face?”

“Just something I’ve been into recently.”

Eric raised his comic back up. “I feel like you’re baiting me to ask, so I’m gonna leave you hanging because you’re gonna tell me anyway.”

“Eric, can’t you be a little fun?”

“Then what would we need you for?”

“Behave, you two,” I said, passing the customer his now properly made mocha. “But Eric does have a point. You’re in an awfully lively mood. And aren’t you supposed to be at work?”