The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

19

Alex was covering Marcos' ears. "Ah-Ah. No bad words in front of my baby," Then she took it off, smiling sweetly at him. "Go wait for Mommy downstairs?"

The boys cheeks puffed, like he was about to disagree but he licked his lips and nodded before walking outside.

When he was gone, Alex's smile had gone as well. "Today's a date day, not a fuck me day. I don't want you cussing, Hermes,"

"You set me up!" He snapped, finger pointed at her. "You knew I'd look like this and Marcos would—! It looks like me and the idiot are on a date and you're the third wheel!"

A small smile began to creep on her face as she said in a small voice, "Now, why should we care what people say?"

Paris could feel the veins on his neck come out. "He's wearing my jacket!"

She nodded, "It's a very lovely jacket."

"Alex,"

"Hermes," She said, with a pointed look on her face before adding, "There's no need to freak out. If you didn't notice, Marcos is a little bit different,"

"What did you do?"

"I called him and told him we're going on a playdate," Alex said, now walking to her closet and bringing out a tote bag while he watched as she put some toys in it, books, a pacifier, napkin, sippy cup—

Why did she have that?

"And?"

"Right, you don't know." She turned to him now, strap on her shoulders. "I'm sure you've done your BDSM assignment so you've heard of Sub space, but there's also Little space. Now, the latter doesn't always involved sex, rarely does, but this is when the person involved age regresses. In other words, he acts younger than his original age. Marcos has Little space though he has to be triggered with keywords, and when I called I might have accidentally told him it was a Playdate, not a date date."

And I should believe it was an accident when you have those... What?" Paris asked, eyes moving to the tote bag. "Things,"

Alex stared at him for a few seconds before folding her hands and saying, "What exactly upsets you, Hermes? The fact that I'm not dressed? That Marcos is coming along? That Marcos is going to act like a six year old? Or the fact the two of you would look like you're both in a relationship?"

Everything. Which was true, but worse, was the fact he wasn't going to spend it with her alone. He wanted to spend the day with her. Just once.

"Kitten,"

She stopped in front of him now, hand cradling his face. It was stupid how easy it was for her to crack whatever walls he kept up. And what was more stupid, was how much he liked it. "We're just going to have fun,"

Paris didn't want fun. He wanted to be serious with her. Ask her to be his. Permanently. He had never really even thought about it till she brought up the date.

At first, he was okay with being anything to her, but being her boyfriend... There was a nice feeling to it. He didn't care if anything changed. The title just made him feel better.

Yet, he said nothing about all of that, nodding. "I understand,"

And Paris did understand. He was going to be accommodating, he was going to be nice. If he was nice to Marcos, she'd treat him nice too, but an hour after, he was so close to shoving the devil into the road.