Hunter’s POV
I groaned as I heard my alarm go off. I went to roll over, but something was stopping me from doing so.
“Stop moving around. You’re crushing me” Sure enough I was crushing Dakota underneath me. He looked kinda cute despite the little puddle of drool.
“Stop whining Brat.” I got off of him and started to get ready while he continued to moan about how early it was. He gets up this early too, so is this like his normal morning routine.
“Can I take a shower? I don’t have any clothes though. You wouldn’t happen to own a fabulous wardrobe would you?” I literally have nothing that he would wear.
“No, but I think I might have some of Blake’s old clothes in the storage closet somewhere. Why don’t you go take a shower while I look” He agreed and I got him out a towel before leaving him to his devices.
The storage closet is actually pretty organized, but that’s just because I hate messes. I pulled out a pair of basketball shorts that looked like it would fit him. This is from when Blake was 13 years old. Dakota had to work today, so I don’t know what we would do about that. I guess he could wear whatever shirt he wanted for now, and then change into one of the extra work shirts at the office. I didn’t know what to do about underwear, cause I don’t think that I kept any of Blake’s old underwear. I really don’t want to know what 13 year old Blake’s underwear was like.
I knocked on the door to the bathroom, and a toweled Dakota opened it, “Here, I don’t have any underwear for you to wear though”
“That’s okay. I guess I could just wear my underwear from yesterday. I mean it’s not like I sharted in them. I mean… ugh just forget I said that” He blurted out before slamming the door shut. Well I guess that was good to know.
“Ew, Blake has really bad taste” He yelled from inside the bathroom. I wanted to laugh when he opened the door. It wasn’t that he looked bad, it was just so different to see him in boy clothes rather than his usual style, “I look like a boy”
“You are a boy”
“I know I am, but that doesn’t mean that I want to dress like one” He honestly still looked really cute still. I preferred his usual style, but I feel like Dakota could really work the boy look.
We ate a small breakfast of fruit, and I drank my protein shake. I usually wait to eat until after my workout, because I get an upset stomach when I eat before. Dakota apparently doesn’t usually eat breakfast unless bacon is involved. No wonder he was so small. We drove to work separately so that one of us isn’t stranded at work.
When we arrived at work, Jen just had to show up at the same time. Jen and I have known each other since we were 19 years old. We are both bodybuilders and we had the same mentor, and that’s how we became such good friends and business partners.
“New style Dakota? I dig it!” Of course she would. Jen is the biggest tomboy I have ever met. She stared a little harder at his outfit, “Wait a minute! I know that shirt. Hunter’s son Blake used to have that shirt too. I remember it because that boy would wear it every other day. He even put a fake signature on it and told his dad that he met some famous guy so that Hunter wouldn’t throw it away”
“Are you kidding me? I should have known that D.J Slowmotion wasn’t a real guy. I just figured it was some dipshit that teens listened to” The next time I see Blake I’ll be sure to mention D.J slowmotion. We quickly walked away from Jen, so that she wouldn’t see that the shirt had the same signature on it and that it was in fact Blake’s shirt.
I got started on my workout. I’m pretty sure that he has no idea, but where I’m positioned in front of the mirror I can see the front desk. So every morning I can see him watching me workout. I feel like it’s actually been beneficial for me because I noticed that I work out harder when he is watching me cause I’m a loser and I wanna show off like a preening peacock.
The rest of the day went by pretty fast. Dakota stopped by my office at the end of his shift, “Hey Hunter, doyoumaybewannagoonadatewithme?”
I didn’t understand a word that he said, “What the hell did you just say?”
“Oh um I just asked if you wanted to maybe go on a date sometime?” I am going to deny the tingles that I just felt.
“Come here brat, and close the door” He did as I instructed, “Look, you’re a cute kid, but that’s exactly it. You’re so much younger than I am Dakota. I can’t be selfish, and let you waste the prime of your youth on me. It’s no secret that you have grown on me, even though you are whiny, but I’m going to have to turn you down. I’m sorry”
“Oh okay. If I was older would you have said yes?” I wanted to hold him and comfort him, but instead I held firm in my decision.
“Dakota, I think that no matter your age, you’ll always be too good for a grouchy old man like me, but I think your chances would have been higher if you were older” Honesty has always been my policy. I’m not going to sit here and beat around the bush, but that doesn’t mean that I have to be a dick all the time. I really do care about the brat and his feelings.
“Okay well I think I’m gonna go. Thanks for last night, I had a lot of fun” He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before he left the room. I sighed in frustration. I wish it didn’t have to be like this, but it wouldn’t make sense for him to date me. He’s such a perfect little thing, and I’m a giant dick. It’s no wonder that I’m still single.
I really didn’t want to have to deal with anyone right now. I just wanted to be sad and wallow in my self induced pain, but of course Jen has to burst into my office, “What’s wrong with Dakota? I saw him practically running out of here, and I think he was crying”
Great. That’s just fucking great. I made the brat cry. That’s all I ever know to do I guess, act like a piece of shit, “Just leave me alone right now Jen. I’m really not in the mood”
“Okay well don’t think I didn’t notice the D.J Slowmotion signature. You better not ruin that kid, Hunter” was all she said before walking out of my office, closing the door on her way out.
Ugh! I slammed my fist into my desk. Why can’t life just be simple? Dakota has his whole life ahead of him, and I don’t want to hold him back from his dreams and aspirations. I am so scared of ruining him. Why do I want him so bad though? As much as I want him moaning my name as I pound into him. I can explain lust, but why do I want to hold him to me forever, and keep him to myself. Why do I want to hear him say goodnight to me while he’s all cuddled up in my bed. Why do I want to wake up to him in the morning?
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Dakota’s POV
Okay, I’ll admit getting turned down by Hunter hurt a lot even though I knew what his answer would be. I guess some part of me just hoped that there was a possibility that he would say yes. It was nice to hear that he did have feelings for me, but it was a little tough to hear that he said no because of something I can’t change about myself. Not that I would change myself for anyone, but still.
His answer was a bit of a blow, but if anything it made me more confident now that I knew he actually reciprocated my feelings. I’m going to pull out the big guns, so he’ll have no other option to love me. I put on my shortest pair of shorts, and put a lot of work into my hair and makeup today. When I was heading off to work, I checked myself out in my rearview mirror and I looked so hot.
“Hey Tucker, can I ask you for a favor?” I explained my plan about me basically being a flirty little shit. I mean the man calls me a brat, so I should give him a reason to. He wants to tease me with the fact that he likes me, but won’t say yes to a date. Well I’ll play his game, and I’m gonna beat him at it.
“I don’t know if I should get involved, Dakota. That man can pulverize me with his bare hands, and I would very much like to stay in one piece” Tucker looked reluctant, so I flashed him my puppy dog eyes, “Fine, but you better stop him from hurting me. He already glares at me sometimes, and I didn’t even do anything to him”
“Ahh! Thank you so much Tucker! I owe you big time!” I exclaimed. I was so excited.
“What exactly do you owe him for?” I jumped a little at the sound of Hunter’s voice.
“Oh well I had reservations for this restaurant where it’s also a club on the other side, and I was going to have to cancel, but Tucker said that he’s free tonight and will go with me cause someone else told me they couldn’t” I tucked myself under Tucker’s arm to really sell my performance.
“Okay, well get back to work” I smirked as he stormed off. I bet he’ll get a great work out today due to all of his anger.
“And the Emmy goes to Dakota Jones” Tucker pretended to award me while I bowed dramatically, “Dude. I thought I was going to shit my pants when you told him that we were going out tonight. Are we actually or were you just saying that?”
“We can totally go out tonight. I have to call my sister in law though. Her dad owns the club/restaurant, and I can get us in. I don’t actually have a reservation” He nodded and I texted Bridget while we planned what time we would go. I was actually really excited. Tucker has become one of my really good friends, and it’s nice to finally have a close friend that’s a guy. Most boys thought I was weird or a freak, so most of my friends were my cheer teammates and other girls who weren’t as judgemental. Don’t get me wrong, girls are still judgemental they are just typically more accepting of gay boys than actual boys.
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Man I am feeling super sexy right now. I’m wearing this tiny little top. It was a black, ruffled, off the shoulder crop top. I liked it because it hid the fact that I don’t have boobs really well. On the bottom I was wearing this super short, white, denim skirt. For my shoes, I was wearing these strappy, black high heels. They made my legs look super long. I curled my hair, and put on some fierce makeup instead of my usual, more natural look. Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel beautiful.
I hear a honk outside, and I rush out of the house so my parents don’t see me. I mean it’s Sunday, isn’t this the day that people go to church and here I am going clubbing. I hopped into the backseat when I noticed that the passenger seat was occupied.
“Hey Dakota. I’m sorry for bringing along these two dicks, but they wouldn’t stop bugging me. I hope it’s okay that I brought them. If it’s not, I’ll kick them out and they can walk home” The two boys just waved at me, and put their hands together as if saying please.
“Don’t worry Tucker. The more the merrier.” And I honestly wasn’t upset at all.
“Thanks Dakota! These are my roommates, Xavier and Liam” For the rest of the car ride, the four of us all made small talk. I laughed at their faces when Tucker told them I was a dude, but I was so happy that they didn’t seem to care and the conversation continued to flow.
When we got there, we found this wall at the side, and I forced them to take pictures with me. Well I didn’t really force them, but I’m sure that the people taking our pictures were getting tired of us goofing around. I thanked them, before looking through the pictures. I sent them to the guys after getting their numbers. They turned out really good. I’ll have to post them later.
The four of us walked past the line at the entrance which made me feel like a total badass. I told the bouncer my name, and he let us in without any issues. When we got seated and settled I asked, “So do you guys like my outfit?”
“No way dude. You’re like my little brother in a way, so it feels weird that we are pretending to date to begin with especially when you are dressed so revealing” We all laughed at him, but I understood where he was coming from, and I even felt really flattered.
“No homo man, but you make one hot chick!” I almost choked on my water from laughing when Liam said that. Xavier just nodded in agreement, and Tucker gagged.
We finished eating pretty fast. I just got an appetizer cause I wasn’t that hungry, but the boys must have been starving. They practically inhaled their food, and I didn’t know whether to be amazed or disgusted. We headed over to the club side of the restaurant, and surprisingly it was packed. The boys and I began dancing, and just having a blast.
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