"So what's up?" Lucas asked while they were walking to the restaurant. Dakota looked up at him, nervously fiddling with the paper money in his pocket. He felt vulnerable with a one-hundred-dollar bill in his pocket, but Nick had insisted on him keeping it to pay for their meal.

Nick was overgenerous more often than not.

However, since Dakota didn't have a job- therefore, no money- he appreciated the help. Dakota didn't really think about having to pay for their meal.

"What do you mean?" he asked Lucas in return. Lucas was walking very close to Dakota, close enough to bump shoulders every now and then. Dakota assumed it was just Lucas's behavior around people he was comfortable with- like how a cat often rubs its side on humans that it likes.

"I mean, what is up with this random outing?" Lucas replied, "And why are you so dressed up for it? I mean-" his eyes quickly flicked to Dakota's chest, then inched lower, before they flicked back up- "I'm not complaining. You look kind of hot in those fitted clothes...Who am I kidding? You look really hot."

Dakota bushed from the compliment.

"Thanks," Dakota replied, "And I just wanted to, you know- Distract you. Like you wanted."

"Oh," Lucas replied, looking down at his own feet- almost as if he was confused or... disappointed, "Why a dinner date?"

"Well, I was just thinking we could talk about things we like to- you know- find other things to distract you," Dakota replied. Lucas smiled- more like smirked. He obviously tried hiding the smile by biting his lip- but Dakota could still see the corner of his lip curl up. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing," Lucas replied, "You are just so...hard to describe. You are really sweet, but also...really confusing."

"Thanks?" Dakota replied.

"So," Lucas announced, "Maybe while we are getting to know each other I could give you...a lesson?"

Dakota's eyes widened before he leaned- only a bit, since Lucas was so close- closer to the twink's listening ear.

"Sex lessons?" he whispered, then backed away and speaking louder, "In public?"

"Koty, as long as we don't shout, no one will care," Lucas replied, " We'll just get a booth in the restaurant. Speaking of which, where are we going?"

"It's just at the end of this block," replied Dakota, "And it's a surprise."

Suddenly, Lucas slotted his smooth hand into Dakota's.

Dakota jerked his hand away in surprise.

"Chill Koty," Lucas replied, taking his hand back and rubbing circles into the thumb, "No one will notice." Dakota looked around, and indeed, none of the few people seemed to care. Lucas and Dakota were standing too close together for their hands to be the most noticeable thing. Lucas smiled at Dakota with a happy grin, which made Dakota relax. It was a beautiful smile to see. "This is helping," Lucas assured, swinging their hands a little bit, "Distract me. I mean."

Dakota let him hold his hand the rest of the way. He felt panicked- as he always did when a boy tried to initiate romantic or sexual activities with him- but the panic was eased by Lucas's confidence and carefree smile. His thumb circling softly on the back of his hand.

Lucas relaxed him, in a way.

Their hands broke apart once they reached the small restaurant, which was a buffet-served restaurant. Lucas's eyes were alight, and his smile was endless- it was as if Dakota had given him the present of his life.

"I haven't been to a restaurant in a while," he gushed, "I'm so excited!"

"Well, go ahead then," Dakota replied, gesturing to the booths, "Pick which one you want."

"Ooh! I like that corner booth!" Lucas replied, "Those were my favorite as a kid! Let's go there!" He grabbed Dakota's wrist and dragged him over to the corner- a secluded place away from most of the guests. The perfect spot.

He and Dakota settled neatly into the corner, and- after a while- a big buff waiter stopped by the table. He had a deep masculine voice that Lucas seemed to recognize.

"Oh my gosh!" Lucas gasped, "Hi there, sir! It's nice to see you again."

"Ah, Devil Child," the man narrowed his eyes at Lucas, "I wish I could say the same. Is this your client?" he nodded toward Dakota. Dakota blushed when he realized what the man meant.

"Oh no, but I am- let's say- training him," Lucas replied looking up from his eyelashes in a flirty way, "I'm teaching him about our world. I think he would do well in it."

"Really?" the waiter asked, before leaning into Lucas's personal bubble. Dakota had to hold himself back when the man trailed his hand over Lucas's arm down to his wrists. "So, you're free tonight?" he asked, reaching his hand up to caress Lucas's face.

Lucas's eyes had that same firey spark- like a tiger about to pounce. Expect, unlike with Dakota, he didn't snap at the man.

"Sorry, Master George," Lucas replied, looking up and down at the man as if the waiter was scum underneath his shoe, "I'm not for sale today."

The man swore underneath his breath, then backed away.

"Sorry darling," he replied, "I guess I'll have to get the next available spot."

"I guess you will," Lucas replied. Dakota watched as 'Master George' walked away, leaving their menus behind. Lucas's eyes then softened- and the busted out laughing.

"Your face!" he said to Dakota, "Relax. I promised, okay? I'm not going to sell myself."

"Who was he?" Dakota asked. Maybe he was curious. Maybe he was jealous. Maybe it was both.

"Let's make a deal, okay?" Lucas replied, hen snorted, "Another deal. You can ask me questions about anything you want during this dinner date, but in return, I want to ask you questions on our way home. Deal?"

"Deal," Dakota agreed. He had too many questions stored in his brain. "So...who was that guy?"

Lucas rolled his eyes.

"A previous client. His name is George which is- no offense to all of the Georges out there- a weird name to have to call out during sex," Lucas rambled, "It reminds me of either Curious George, George of the Jungle, or George Washington. Which...is weird."

Lucas set down his menu.

"He also has a strange kink for high heels, but I'd rather not get into what I had to do for that man," Lucas shook his head, "I do not want to relive that story to a virgin that doesn't even know what a dominant is."

"Okay..." Dakota replied, "So...what is a dominant?"

"Well, generally, it's the top of a relationship," Lucas, "Specifically, it's a top that likes to control their partner during sex."

"...What?" Dakota replied, "So...you see me as... controlling?"

"Not in a negative way," Lucas replied, shaking his head, "They control their bottom usually- the submissive. Usually submissives like being controlled or need someone to control them."

"So, are you one of those?" Dakota asked. Lucas shrugged in response.

"Kind of," he revealed, "I'm a special case, I guess you would say."

"How-"

"I see by 'training' him, you meant you are building him from the ground up," George interrupted, "Have you figured out everything you want?" -He meant the food that time, Dakota realized.

Lucas and Dakota both ordered some hamburgers. Before George left, Lucas looked at Dakota with the cutest puppy eyes.

"Can I get a milkshake?" Lucas asked. Dakota didn't know why he needed Dakota's permission. Then he realized- Lucas was a submissive. He liked being controlled- or something of that matter.

"Sure," Dakota replied, "You can have whatever you want."

Lucas's eyes lit up again, and he ordered his milkshake- a strawberry flavored one.

"So...you like strawberry-flavored milkshakes?" Dakota asked. Lucas smiled gleefully. 

"I love them! I like a lot of strawberry-flavored things, but I don't actually like strawberries," Lucas replied, "Isn't that weird?"

Dakota nodded, "Yeah, but that's okay. I'm weird too."

"Really? I didn't notice," Lucas said sarcastically and rolled his eyes, "I find it weird that you hide the fact that you are gay from your family who is literally half gay. You know they would accept you, right?"

"Yeah," Dakota replied, "Let's talk about something else.-" Lucas's eyelids drooped at that statement, as if he was saying 'Really?'  "Why are you a special case when it comes to submissives?"

Lucas sighed.

"Well, I'm kind of a power bottom," Lucas revealed.

"Explain," Dakota stated.

"I like to...it's hard to explain. Um, I'm a little more...confident? Bolder than most submissives," he replied, "When I want something- I'll get it. I'm usually one to skip the pleasantries. And, although I like being controlled, ...I also like feeling dominated...while pleasing my master without shame holding me back. Does that make sense?"

"I think so?" Dakota replied, "So, you like being controlled while being...controlling?"

"I guess?" Lucas replied, before nodding, "I guess that makes sense. Maybe."

"Interesting," Dakota commented, "So you think I would be a good dominant? And why do you keep calling people 'master'?"

"Well," Lucas took in a deep breath, "A master is like a formal name to call a dominant when you see one, which is why I called Master George by that name. Um, and- the thing is- I don't really see you as a good dominant in general."

"Then what-"

"I just see you as a good dominant...for me," Lucas replied, biting his lip. Dakota looked at him, blushing. "I don't want one that's a- excuse my pun- cocky arrogant bigot. I want one that controls when...when the time is right...but lets me get away with things too. I want...a softy. Someone to be gentle with me..." Lucas shook his head. "Sorry, I shouldn't have. You said you didn't want a relationship. I just- think that some other submissive out there would really enjoy having a man like you in their lives." He looked up at Dakota with a soft, somewhat nervous smile.

Dakota didn't know what to do. He wanted to be the guy that was gentle to Lucas. He wanted to hold Lucas and treat him the way he should be treated. But he was too scared.

"Thanks," he said instead, "For training me."

"No problem," Lucas replied.

They received their food. They ate silently for a while- and it was kind of awkward for Dakota. He didn't know what to say after that confession.

Lucas seemed like he didn't want to talk about it either. They had eaten their whole meal, George had returned for the money. 

"You got yourself a sugar daddy, I see," George replied when Dakota had handed him the hundred-dollar bill. Neither Dakota nor Lucas replied back to him. They quickly left and walked back to their house together.