11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Jobe

“Jesus Christ, Beck.” I was gonna choke the shit out of him. “Filter.” Daddy had just taken a sip of his water and choked on it. “Stanley, are you okay?” He held his hand up to let me know he was.

“What’s the big deal?” Beck shrugged. “It’s true.”

“Yes, but there are better ways to deliver such information and over dinner isn’t one of them.”

Crispin’s eyes still hadn’t fully made it back into their sockets.

“Sorry for my friend’s crass delivery, Crispin. Yes, my best friend and I used to have a benefit to our friendship that no longer exists. Stanley is well aware of this fact as we keep no secrets from each other.” See, I could be a mature adult when the time called for it.

“I only topped for Jobe ‘cause he was sad, but I don’t like topping.”

Mother fucking hell. I’d progressed past the desire to choke him and straight into full-fledged murder. Hopefully Daddy had a great attorney on retainer ‘cause I’d need it.

“That’s quite an opener, little one. Maybe those are private time conversations,” Crispin calmy suggested. “What do you do for a living, Beck?”

Shit.

“I’m a stripper at Tails Up.”

And Daddy choked again. By this point, we’d garnered the attention of half the damn restaurant. What had gotten into Beck?

“Oh, um, do you like it?” At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if Crispin went to the restroom and never returned.

“It’s okay,” Beck shrugged. “I love dancing, and I have rent to pay, but I don’t like it when guys think it’s okay to touch me ‘cause it’s not.”

“You’re right, little one, it is not. Does security help keep them away?”

“Sometimes. But some of the guys do extra things for extra money so security always waits for our signal if we need help.” He flashed his fingers in what I imagined was their signal. “I don’t do extras. I don’t like touching yucky people.”

Before Daddy, I’d not seen this side of Beck but since he’d become more comfortable with his little it rarely hid from us. But hearing this from him caused concern for what went on inside that club. But then again, this was Vegas.

“I make good money. I’m one of the best dancers there. Ooh, breadsticks.” He grabbed one right as the waiter set the basket down and dipped it into the sauce.

“Gentlemen, are you ready to order?” Thankfully Andre broke the awkward conversation.

I hadn’t even glanced at the menu. “Stanley, will you order for me, please?”

“Absolutely, my love.” Daddy placed both our orders then the waiter turned to Crispin.

“Beck, would you like me to order for you?” Crispin asked.

“Yes, please and thank you.”

Where was the man who used to fuck me into the sheets like a total fucking badass? I was at a loss for words.

“So, Crispin, how was the trip to England? Fruitful, I hope?” I could hug Daddy for steering us in another direction.

“You went to England? Lucky. I have a huge bucket list,” Beck chimed in.

“You do, do you? Maybe you can go with me someday?” Crispin offered and Beck’s eyes widened as did his smile. His head bobbed up and down so fast I feared it may pop off.

“I’d like that. You seem like a nice Daddy. Daddy Stanley said you were, or he wouldn’t have let me meet you.”

“Well, thank you for that, Stanley,” Crispin smiled. Was it possible he enjoyed this behavior from Beck? “England was great. I opted to go with a new build rather than rehabbing an existing building in London. Too many rules and most are historical so there’s even more hoops to hop through.”

“Makes complete sense. Will you still be based out of Vegas?” Daddy asked.

“Yes, I’ll fly back and forth until the building and the team I’ll have to assemble are up to par. Then I’ll leave it in the capable hands of the manager I put into place. I love visiting England, but London is far too busy for me. Like the strip on steroids.”

Daddy chuckled. “Very true.”

At this point, I’d already sucked down two glasses of wine and felt a bit more at ease. Plus, I couldn’t think of a single thing more Beck’s lack of filter could shock us with.

“Do you like to give rubbies?”

I stood corrected.

“I do, but isn’t that a private time between a Daddy and his boy?” Crispin whispered to Beck, though Daddy and I were meant to hear. Just not the nosey table neighbors hanging on to our every word.

“Are you going to be my Daddy or are you going to leave me, too?”

Fuck, that sound was my heart breaking for Beck. Shallow. That’s the kind of friend I was. Always worried about my own needs and forgetting to ensure my best friend was taken care of as well. And not just sexually. How little I knew about this adorable man and I had no one to blame for that but myself.

“Their loss is my win. Yes, Beck, I would like to see you again. So maybe save some of those questions for our next date? Can you do that for me?” The calm manner in which Crispin spoke to Beck was perfect. He’d make a great Daddy for him.

“Yes, Daddy Crispin, I can.” Beck grinned. Happiness was on the horizon for my dear friend, though I had a lot of making up to him to do.

“So, Stanley, what wonderful new app are you working on now?” Crispin asked Daddy as the waiter served our meals.

“Actually, I just finished one and tweaked another. Nothing fancy but something to occupy my time with. Probably won’t take on too many more projects now that I have my boy.” Daddy’s smile lit me up inside. Before Stanley I never knew what love felt like. He adored me and I him, and I refused to imagine my life without him.

“That’s wonderful. I’m happy for you, my friend.” As Crispin spoke, he steadily cut up the food on Beck’s plate. What’s funny was Beck watched in awe of Crispin fulfilling his needs. Was it possible my friend found his forever, too? I didn’t want to get too far ahead of myself nor share that with Beck for fear of Crispin letting him down. But a man who would do this for another in a five-star restaurant spoke volumes.

“Beck, have you played with the other littles at Cordes?” Crispin asked as he handed Beck his fork.

“No. It’s too expensive. I’ve been to a few munches and met a couple guys who claimed to be Daddies on a kink app. I don’t recommend it at all.” Beck shivered as he took a bite.

Crispin turned to Daddy. “There’s one for you, not that I want Beck to utilize it. But maybe you could create a safe app for Daddies and Mommies to meet littles. One where they are vetted in some way first.”

Daddy pointed his fork at Crispin. “You’re onto something and I may have a couple contacts to assist. It’ll be time consuming and doing any sort of background checks will have its fair share of challenges, but I think it’s doable.”

“Maybe you’d like to go as my guest to Cordes, Beck?” Crispin asked him.

“I’d like to see it, but I don’t think I’d be happy if you played with other littles and ignored me.”

Had to give Beck credit, he wasn’t holding back.

“I can promise you that I would only play with them if you asked me to play with all of you at the same time. We would be there as Daddy and his boy. How about tomorrow night, are you free?”

Beck shook his head. “No, I have to work. It’s a Friday night. I’m not off again until Monday, which reminds me. Jobe, instead of shopping tomorrow can we do it on Monday, so we’re not rushed?”

“Absolutely.”

Crispin was disappointed but shook his head in understanding. “If you’re not too tired maybe we could go on Wednesday. Do you always work the same days each week?”

“Usually, it’s Thursday through Sunday but I got someone to cover my shift today so I could come to dinner.” Beck was sliding out of his fun little and into his serious grown-up.

I’d love nothing more than for Crispin to be the one so Beck wouldn’t have to work anymore. At least not like this. I wasn’t shaming but seeing the vulnerable side of my bestie had brought out my protective beast. So many new things I’d learned about myself since finding love.

What an eye-opening evening this has been.

“Would it be all right if I escorted you home tonight, Beck?” Crispin asked as Daddy paid the bill. “Dinner is on me next time, Stanley.”

“Deal.”

Beck still hadn’t answered. “I live next door to Jobe, though he’s not home much since he got a Daddy.”

Ah, so many friend fails fell on my shoulders. Done but not forgotten and I’d find a way to be a better friend to Beck moving forward.

“We’ll be there for the next couple of nights, Beck, and you are always welcome at my place,” Daddy assured him, but I was glad he said we’d be at mine for a bit. I didn’t like sleeping without Daddy, but I wanted time with Beck, too.

“If you want to ride with us I guess that would be okay,” Beck shyly smiled up at Crispin.

“I’d like that. Thank you for trusting me, little one.”

“I have an idea,” Daddy smiled. “Crispin and Beck, why don’t you join us at Jobe’s tomorrow to help decorate. The tree is being delivered in the morning and we bought enough decorations to light up the mall.”

My Daddy was a genius!

“Ohhh, I haven’t had a tree in like forever. What do you say, Daddy Crispin?”

“I say yes. I have a car waiting for us if you’re all ready to go.” Crispin held Beck’s hand all the way out. “The driver will take the four of us wherever we tell him to go.”