Robert's POV

For two days, my mind had been completely occupied by Jerry. From the moment he left to the moment he was supposed to come back to my house, he never left my thoughts.

It was almost tiring.

It made me utterly useless at Home Depot, where I hardly noticed when customers wanted my attention.

The same effect happened at the club. I'd called Aidan up to see if he wanted to help me build the walls of the new store, and he continued to have to get my attention.

I ended up visiting my parents to get my mind off of things, but they kept pestering me to find a nice woman. I was way too old to remind them, every time I visited, that I really was gay and it wasn't a thirty year long phase.

Most of my time was spent thinking about that text he'd sent me. It was clearly meant to go to someone else, but I was glad it ended up getting sent to me. He liked someone enough to consider dating him, but who?

...Well, me, obviously.

But if that were truly the case, wouldn't he have told me sooner? Sure, Jerry was a little shy about BDSM, but he wasn't a shy person in general. Why would he have an issue sharing his feelings with me?

...Which meant it wasn't me.

My head hurt.

Luckily, I only had twenty more minutes left of waiting. I was supposed to have planned a whole scene for Jerry tonight, but I'd totally forgotten all about that. I also hadn't texted him since I told him that I expected an explanation, so maybe Jerry hadn't recalled the scene either.

Except that theory died in my brain when Jerry burst through my front door singing, "It's time for me to get PEED ON! Woot WOOT!"

...Well shit.

I started at my cute and energetic submissive. He was adorable as usual, dressed in some kind of fashionable outfit, with his wavy hair perfectly styled. His smile was wide and cheerful, as was his body language.

But his eyes weren't meeting mine.

This kid was getting easier to read every minute I spent with him.

"Actually," I mused, "I think I remember changing our plans."

His eyes flashed to mine, worry written all over his expression. "Um... nope, I think you, good sir, told me that I could get peed on today. Pretty sure that was what happened."

I tilted my head, and looked at him quizzically. He paused at my expression, holding a little drawstring bag to his chest like it was going to protect him. His eyes darted around before landing back on me.

"...What?" he chirped, rocking back and forth on his feet.

I scowled. "Are you trying to be difficult? Or do you actually forget?"

"Okay, holdup!" Jerry squawked, holding his arms out to keep me at a distance. "You're asking me questions in a tone that is causing me to want to ask you a question."

And as my mind hurt trying to figure out what he was saying, he bulldozed on. "Do you have the ability to punish me?"

Now I was just lost. "What? Are you asking me to punish you?"

"No! Yeesh!"

I scratched my head and stared at him. Maybe his nervous energy was about this problem? "Do you think I'm going to punish you? I didn't think that's what we were doing here."

"Whoa, whoa," Jerry said, stepping back. "Holdup. You're the dude with the knowledge. You wanna know what I'm doing here? Getting some good dick. You wanna know what you're doing here? Teaching me this kinda thing!"

Clearly we had multiple misunderstandings to work through. "Okay, let's figure this out together. Come sit on the couch with me."

Jerry's feathers unruffled and he followed me, like a puppy, into my living room. We plopped on the couch together and he brought his bag to his chest and tilted his head.

He looked so cute it almost hurt to look at him. "So... you can't punish me?"

I snorted. "Look, clearly you've been looking through some sources on BDSM—"

"Yeah, Finn! He's my source. And he said that I should be careful or you'll punish me!"

I rested my hand on Jerry's arm until he relaxed. "Calm down. Finn doesn't know how our dynamic works. We're here because you're curious about kinky sex and I'm giving you experience. We're not... you're not my submissive. I'm not your Dominant. We don't have rules."

Jerry bit his lip and looked down. "I thought you were my Dominant."

Hmm. Maybe I should've explained this more clearly before Jerry and I had started fucking.

"No... not really. We're just playing. Yes, I gave you a collar, but that's to let other Dominants know that you're taken," I explained, and listening to it made it easy to see where his misunderstanding was coming from. "We don't have a contract or rules. The play we're doing isn't long-term. We're just doing scenes together."

Jerry sunk into the couch a little bit, nodding.

I waited for him to answer me, but the silence stretched out long enough to be uncomfortable. I felt like I'd disappointed him, somehow.

"We can always reconsider the terms," I offered. "The nature of our relationship doesn't have to remain the same."

God, I wished it wouldn't remain the same.

"Okay, well..." he laughed awkwardly. "Hey, I'm glad I don't have to get spanked!"

I shrugged. "I don't use spankings as punishment anyway. But I'm glad we cleared this up—"

"Whoa, what do you use as punishment? Why not spankings? I'm so confused, I thought that was like the go-to thing," Jerry asked, leaning forward and eyes wide.

"Spankings are far too pleasurable to ever be considered a punishment," I scoffed. "I don't like Doms that pretend like they're irritated, give a few sensual spanks, and go on with their day. That is no way to correct behavior."

Jerry gulped.

"Anyway," I said, reverting back to the topic at hand. "I asked you to come here today with an explanation."

And so I sat back and waited. Jerry started at me with wide eyes, fidgeting. He took a moment to stare out the window, like he thought I would forget my question.

And he farted and said, "Sorry, I get gassy when I'm nervous."

I tilted my head and smiled. "No need to be nervous."

He looked at me like that could not be any farther from the truth. "I... okay, fine, wanna know the truth? I was texting my parents, okay?" His face slowly turned pink. "I was talking to my friends about how you and I should definitely not, like, date, or anything. And then I was like, 'Look, my parents would totally not be cool with it!' so I texted them that."

The text was about me.

That was all the information I needed to feel my heart flood with happiness. "Oh, so you admit that you have a crush on me?" I asked, grinning wide and poking at his stomach.

His face turned an even deeper shade of red and he slapped my hand away. "Stop, you're so embarrassing!"

"Aw, Jerry," I cooed, reaching my hands out for him. "Come sit on my lap."

"Ahhhh!" Jerry squealed, covering his pink cheeks with his hands. His bag fell to the ground and he shuffled over, plopping his cute little butt right in my lap.

I loved having him like this. I could touch any part of him that I wanted to, and he couldn't look away from me. "You're so adorable," I sighed, running my fingers through his hair and cupping his cheeks. "Give me a kiss."

Even his skin was warm to the touch. He made an embarrassed noise, but leaned in and kissed me all the same. "You're terrible," he muttered, closing his eyes. "Stop making fun of me okay?"

He looked honestly hurt, which confused me. How could he not see how happy I was?

"I'm not making fun of you," I corrected. "I'm happy. I've liked you for a very long time, Jeremy. To the point where I really genuinely care about you, and it's not just a crush. I'm just happy you feel a fraction of the way I do, is all."

He opened his eyes, confusion clear in their honey-brown depths. "What? I mean I know you're like obsessed with me, but I kind of just thought you were a freak."

Ever so sensitive. I rolled my eyes and bopped his nose. "Believe it, Jerry. I think we're on the same page right now."

"But..." Jerry sighed and leaned back. "I'm so confused. I mean I always thought you were super sexy, but now I think you're like... ugh, don't look at me like that! I think you're cute, okay? Like... I like-like you. But we can't... like... oh my God, you say it!"

I couldn't stop smiling so wide that my cheeks hurt. I'd always thought Jerry was adorable, but now I couldn't look at him without feeling waves of adoration and affection. "We can't, like, be boyfriends?" I supplied helpfully.

"Yes!"

I wrapped my arms around him to stop his squirming. He was going to unintentionally give me a boner, which would probably make both of us uncomfortable. "Okay," I agreed. "We won't, then."

Jerry blinked. "But I like like you."

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"If two people like each other like that, they become boyfriends!" Jerry said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"...So you do want to become boyfriends?"

"No, we definitely can't!"

I paused, absorbing this information and trying to make sense of it all. "Jerry... I think you're giving me mixed messages."

Jerry groaned and dropped his head to my shoulder. "Robert... I'm so confused. Can't we just put this all behind us and have you pee on me tonight instead?"

I held my little bundle of emotion tight and stroked his back. He needed structure. He needed someone else to make the choices for him. ...Although I always got criticized for making things about kink when they weren't. But somehow, I felt like this was right.

I'd give him structure. He was clearly driving himself nuts trying to figure things out on his own.

"I have a few orders for you, my sweet boy," I said, making Jerry lean back and look at me through wary brown eyes.

"Are we gonna fuck?" he asked hopefully.

"No." I smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. His apparent disappointment was a little flattering, though. "Why don't you run upstairs and put those things away, okay? I cleared out the top drawer for you and there's a shelf in the bathroom closet that has some room on it."

Jerry looked relieved to have something to do with his mind and energy. "Okay, yeah, that's a good idea," he agreed. "I'll be right back."

I wanted him to put his stuff away so that he knew that nothing was over between us.

When he came back, I gestured at the ground in front of me. I expected Jerry to complain or get confused, but I shouldn't have doubted him. He fell to his knees almost gratefully between my legs, resting his head on my thigh like he belonged there.

I ran my fingers through his hair and let him recharge for a minute. He seemed a bit stressed, so I let him have his time to calm down.

"I just have no clue what I'm feeling, or why I'm feeling what I'm feeling," he finally said, looking up at me hopefully. "You know?"

I really didn't, but I nodded anyway. "I think I have a solution."

Jerry nodded.

"I want you to go back home, okay?" I said, making his jaw drop. "I'm sorry for making you drive over here just to send you home. I can pay for your gas or pick you up next time."

"Wait— why?" he asked, panic creeping into his voice. His eyes were wide and his lips pressed together. "I thought we were on the same page? What happened?"

"I think we are," I said. "I want you to go home to think about something that I'm about to tell you, okay?"

It seemed to click in his brain that I wasn't banishing him from my life forever. "Okay."

"We have three options," I said. "Option 1: Continue as we are right now. Option 2: We could create a long term contract, where I'm your Dominant and you're my submissive. Option 3: You could be my boyfriend."

He nodded, relaxing. "Okay, yeah, okay. That makes a lot more sense. So I go home and think about the options?"

"We both do," I said. "Why don't we take some time to think about it? Thursday night, we'll meet up together and share our opinions."

Jerry took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, I like this plan."

I helped him to his feet and led him to the door. "Perfect. We'll have to postpone the scene you've been waiting for for so long."

Jerry groaned and flopped against my chest. "I'm never gonna get peed on at this rate."

I grinned and wrapped my arms around the sweet boy. He gave me a kiss goodbye and waved as he drove away.

Shit. I had a lot of thinking to do.