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Shane seems better at first. Calm, excited, his usual dorky self, but once I open the door to the truck and urge him out nervousness sets in. Standing with his body pressed to mind we walk slowly, and I notice him constantly looking over his shoulder.

“You okay?” I rub his shoulder.

“Mhm.”

He’s quiet the whole walk, and nothing I say gets his attention or enthusiasm. I hold the door open to the restaurant and we’re led to the back into a private booth. I can still hear the muttering of the other patrons, but we have a lot of privacy here.

“Shane?” I ask once I manage to get myself comfortable.

“Yeah?” He whispers. “Uh, what’s up?”

I reach across the table and grab his hand. “You sure you’re okay? We can go.”

He shakes his head. “I want to stay. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, little dude. Do you want a drink? They have a killer menu.” I run my thumb over the back of his hand. “You can get whatever you want.”

“Uhh, maybe…” He grabs the menu. “Oh, this blackberry thing sounds good.”

I lift his hand to my maw and kiss it.

“Dekkard, God, you’re such a dork!” His solemn visage cracks for just a moment.

Holding his hand against my face I kiss it again and wink. “Brian said if I don’t give you the very best he’ll kick my ass.”

Shane can’t stop his smile this time. “Fine, i-if it keeps you from getting your ass kicked.”

“Why don’t you tell me more about Gunmage? Or maybe Warhammer?” I ask, hoping that I can get him revved up.

Shane scratches my cheek. “Actually…Can we talk about something else?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, whatever you want, little dude.” I have a hard time keeping my surprise from my face.

“I want to hear about the stuff you like, Dekk. I’ve been rambling to you all weekend. I know you like Lord of the Rings and… That’s about it. I feel bad.” Shane pulls his hand away. “What do you like?”

“Oh! Well, uh…” I scratch my chin. “I was in theatre with Lisa back in college. I introduced her to Brian, sort of.”

“Did you do like, musicals?” Shane asks.

“Haha, no, no, I didn’t do musicals. After my second year, I stopped, though. Just got busy with classes, y’know.”

“What was your major in? What do you do?” Shane leans forward, his enthusiasm is genuine.

“I majored in accounting, and I’m a corporate accountant.” I laugh. “Boring, I know.”

“Don’t you have to pass an exam to be a CPA? That’s awesome, Dekkard.” Shane says and I want to roll my eyes or make a joke, but he looks genuinely impressed.

“I sort of want to get back into theatre, improv, or something like that for fun,” I say. “Actually… Have you ever played any tabletop roleplaying games?”

Shane glows. “No, I haven’t! I’ve always wanted to, though.”

“Me too! I was going to play a game in college but it fell apart before we started, the guy who was gonna run the game got a new job.”

“What rule system? There’s like, a million.” Shane asks.

“Uh, I don’t remember, it was a while ago.” I expect Shane to dive into a lecture about the various systems and their pros and cons.

“Huh…What kind of game would you want to play? Like, genre-wise. Fantasy, sci-fi, modern, that sort of thing?” He puts his elbows on the table and rests his head in his hands.

“I–I think I like fantasy a little more than sci-fi, but sci-fi with fantasy stuff, magic, and aliens, sounds cool.”

Shane doesn’t respond, he just stares at me until our drinks arrive about thirty seconds later. “Cheers, Dekkard!”

“Cheers, little dude.” Our glasses clink together.

Shane spends almost the entire dinner asking about me. He even asks about which sports I like, which teams I root for, and other things I know he doesn’t care about. But it’s sweet, and nice to see he’s as good at listening as he is talking.

“So if you like all this stuff what’s stopping you from getting into it? Like roleplaying games, video games, comics.” Shane asks, stabbing a macaroni ball with his fork.

“I dunno, college, work, just felt like I should do ‘grown-up’ stuff,” I reply.

“Pfft, Dekk, grown-ups get to do whatever they want,” Shane says.

“Y’know, little dude, you’re so cool.” I wink.

“I’m a huge nerd, Dekk, the least cool person ever.”

“No way, you don’t let anyone stop you from enjoying your hobbies and I love that you’re always so excited to share stuff with people. It’s so cool.”

Shane twiddles his thumbs on the table. “Dekkard?”

“Hm?”

“Would you be my boyfriend? I know we’ve only been on two dates, and only known each other for a couple of days but–”

“Damn,” I lean back into my seat.

“What, am I going too fast, shit, sorry Dekk I–”

“You beat me to it, little dude!”

Shane blinks and then begins to virtually inhale all of the food on his plate.

“Shane?”

“Mmmf–” He wipes his mouth. “Hurry up and eat!”

“Why?”

He looks at me like it should be obvious. “Because I want to go home and get fucked by my boyfriend? Duh.”

“Oh. OH!” I lift my plate and tilt it back, opening my maw and swallowing all of the contents down. At least I got to enjoy the appetizers. Shane and I get horrified looks from the other patrons as we messily and loudly polish off our meals.

When a waiter walks by I shove my credit card into their hand and ask for them to box up the dessert we ordered. I hold my hands in front of my crotch as we walk through the restaurant and to my car, not wanting to embarrass Shane by letting the world see my hard-on.

“Careful, Shane! I gotta focus on driving, little dude!” His hand has already snuck beneath my waistband.

“Drive faster.” Shane looks out the window and leans over toward my seat and kisses the front of my pants.

“I want you so bad.” I keep my eyes on the road but hold his face against my crotch with one hand.

After I run a red-light and nearly get us both killed I force him to stop playing with my dick. Plus, I don’t want to cum before we get home. Partly because these aren’t even my pants and because I want to fuck Shane.

“Wait, turn here!” Shane shouts at an intersection and I barely manage to make the turn safely. “Sorry, I just want to grab something!”

Once I’m parked Shane leaps from the truck. I look out the window and see a large sign that says “** ABC GAMES”**. Huh, I think I’ve heard of this place before, it’s a huge board game and hobby store in the city.

As I open my door I get a text from Shane.

Shane: Be just a few minutes! Wait in the truck.

I shake my head. I’ve only known him for a weekend, but I’m not remotely surprised he goes from playing with my dick to wanting to stop at a game store in the space of ten minutes. He has equal enthusiasm for both, at least.

Shane is carrying a huge bag in each of his hands. I can’t tell what’s inside and he throws them in the backseat behind me so I can’t look. He has a wicked grin as he climbs into the passenger seat.

“No looking.” He moves across the seat and kisses my cheek. “It’s a surprise for you and uhm, yeah. You’ll see.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Shane, I just like spending time with you.”

“I know. I wanted to, though.” He bounces in place and laughs as he claps his hands together. “Let’s go!”

Shane giggles, or cackles really, the entire drive. He reaches over and squeezes my leg, plants kisses on my cheek, and it’s all I can do to keep him from unbuckling his seatbelt and crawling into my lap while I drive.

“Little dude, babe,”

“Hmmm?” He laughs and squeezes my thigh.

“I am loving your vibe, but, uh, keep your seatbelt buckled.”

Shane scoffs. “Fiiiiine…”

When we arrive back at the house I see most people have left and, thankfully, Vic is nowhere to be seen. Shane unbuttons my shirt as we get inside and tosses it to the floor while I pull his shirt off.

“Dekkard I need you, so, so, so bad.” Shane squeezes my dick and pushes me against a wall at the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m gonna give it to you, babe,” I pull my waistband down and rub myself on him.

“It’s so big Dekk I–”

“Uhhhhhhhh.” A cough. “G-glad your date went well.” Brock stands in the hallway, his eyes fixed on my cock in Shane's hands.

Shane laughs and starts dragging me upstairs. “BYE BROCK! THANKS AGAIN!”

“Pfft, haha poor Brock!” I throw Shane on the bed, using my tail to push the door closed.

“Nah, I bet he liked what he saw,” Shane says.

“Brock? No way,” I kick my socks off. “I don’t want to think about Brock now, just you.”

“I might have thought about you fucking Brock, once.” Shane grabs my pecs.

“Seriously?” My cock softens slightly, but Shane coaxes it back to life with a few strokes.

“Is that so hard to believe? You’re huge, Dekkard.” Shane slips down below my waist. “You’ll have to be gentle with me…”

“I will,”

“I know. Buuuut…” Shane kisses my tip. “I think it’d be hot to watch you plow another big, dumb, jock as hard as you can.”

I press my cock against his face and smear him with my precum. “Yeah?”

“Mhm… You fuck a big, huge muscle-ass himbo while my load drips out of you, I mean, we both like to top, why not share a bottom?” Shane reaches around and squeezes my ass.

“I fuckin’ knew you were a freak, little dude.”

He looks up at me. “Is that okay?”

“It’s fucking perfect.” I reach down and lift his face to mine. “Now let your derg breed you.”

I set Shane on his back and move his legs apart. Looking around for lube I begin to dread having to ask Brian for a bottle, but I see sitting in front of the TV is a small glass bottle with a note, and condoms, next to it.

‘Please be quiet - L & B’

“Your brother is awesome, little dude.” I bring the bottle over and condoms over.

“Really not wanting to think about him at all right now, Dekk,” Shane laughs. “But yeah, he is. And… could we…?”

“Could we what?”

“I, uhm, I want you…raw?” Shane says.

My cock pulses and a thick bead of precum drops to the floor. “Yeah?”

He nods.

I get on my knees. “You’ve got such a pretty ass, Shane.”

He grabs my arm as I open the lube. “Hey, Dekk, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Uhh… No?”

Shane laughs. “You promised me yesterday you’d ‘absolutely smother me under your ass’. Remember?”

“Pfft, haha, little dude. You love to eat ass, huh?”

“Yes, I do, now, please. Sit on my face.” He lays on the bed smiling.

“I’m pretty heavy, babe, I–”

“Sit. On. My. Face.”

‘You’re absolute–”

“Yes! Dekk! Fuck! Bury my face between your big, gorgeous, perfect, wonderful ass!” He points at his face. “Now, please?”

I straddle his waist looking opposite of him. He slaps my ass and cups my balls as I lower myself onto him slowly. When my nuts hit his face I drag them all over and enjoy Shane’s worship of them, he makes sure each one is soaked in saliva.

I’d love to just do this before I fuck him, but a promise is a promise. My tail raises slowly, exposing my hole to Shane. He wiggles on the bed excitedly as I move lower and lower until he’s almost entirely out of space.

“Eat up, little dude,” I say, leaving room for him to get air. Squatting like this is uncomfortable but I don’t want–

“I. Said. Sit .” Shane grabs my thighs and pulls me down. My cheeks fully squish his face and the moment I land his tongue darts across the surface of my hole and he slobbers eagerly all over my cheeks.

“Fuck! Damn, little d– oh God – Shane !” I say through clenched teeth. He’d rimmed me once before but this is something else entirely. Fuck, is he even breathing ?! I feel his nose and lips pressed against my hole and he shows no signs of stopping.

Further and deeper he pushes, even pulling me back onto his face anytime I try to give him some room to breathe, but he doesn’t seem to want it. He just wants to eat me. He smacks both of my cheeks and shakes my ass.

“Bounce for me,” It’s an order and the only sound besides my horny whimpering and his slurping of my ass. The bed creaks and groans as I bounce on his face.

“Ahh, ahh! Shane, you–more! More!” I grind my rear into his face.

The new angle and increased pressure allow his tongue to probe deeper within me, and I know any moment now he’ll brush against my prostate. I lose my mind to lust and shake my ass in his face, imagining myself as his perfect jockslut.

I grab my tits and play with them, wishing he could fuck a load onto me, how badly I want to feel him drip down my maw, to see him coat my scales with his delicious cum! And my hole, fuck I need him in me! I need his cock to slam into… wait a minute. I’m supposed to fuck him today! I rise off of him and look down, his face is one of bliss, but also slight annoyance.

“Why’d you stop?” He says between breaths.

I playfully glare. “Think you’re clever, little dude?”

“Wh-what? You were loving it!” Shane winks and shakes his cock. “Maybe you need this instead?”

I shake my head. “I know what you’re doing, think you can rim me and make me your jockslut today, huh?”

Shane’s confident, sexy face comes back and he seductively ‘awws’ at me. “But you are my jockslut, Dekk. C’mon, be a good derg and let me pamper your puss–”

I slide him to the edge of the bed, get on my knees, and grab the lube from the nightstand. “Uh-uh, not tonight.”

He shivers when I massage lube onto his hole. “N-not going to rim me or anything?”

“Little dude, I have been dying to feel this hole on my cock.” I slowly work my finger inside. “What I want is to bend you over and ram it into you.”

“Dekk, b-be gentle…”

“I will, baby.” Once I get my finger into the knuckle I remove it and apply another coating of lubricant. My finger goes in smoother the second time, and Shane whines when I push past his prostate. “This time gotta teach you a lesson later, though.”

“Dekk Iiiioooooooooh!” He thrusts as my mouth takes his cock.

I could easily finish him like this, but as soon as he starts shaking and groaning, as soon as he gets close, I stop. He’s going to cum with my cock inside of him, and he’s going to beg for me to fill him.

After a couple of minutes of kissing, cuddling, and touching I figure it’s safe enough to start working his hole again. Two fingers, then three, and soon the bottle of lube is half empty. Can’t be too careful, and a guy like Shane deserves to be spoiled. I promised him the best.

“Think you’re ready?” I’m on my back, holding Shane on my stomach with three fingers in him. He squirms on my chest and I play with his hair.

“Yes, Dekk, I–I think I am.” Shane moans.

I slowly withdraw my fingers and roll Shane onto his side so I can spoon him. When my cock is lined up with his hole I apply lube to my shaft. If I’ve worked him right, I’ll be able to slide in fairly easily.

“Deep breaths, Shane.” I press the tip forward against his small pink hole.

Shane inhales, and when he exhales I press inward. My tip breaches him and the silky tightness of his ass sends a shiver down my spine. I bite my lip and fight the urge to slam my length into him. That's for another day.

“You’re doing so good, babe.” I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight against me. We have to stop every couple of minutes for him to adjust. He makes the sweetest little whines as I fill him with my cock.

He grabs my hand.

“We’ve almost got it in, little dude,” I whisper. “You’re doing great.”

With one last gentle thrust, I feel my balls slap against his rear. I wish I weren’t so tall, I could kiss his neck. Instead, I rub his stomach and praise him. He whines and whimpers on my cock, his hole involuntarily tightening periodically.

“Good job, little dude!’ I say.

“You’re so big, D-Dekkard, p-please go s-slow.” His voice is strained, I can tell he’s struggling.

I pull an inch back and he cries out my name. “I’ll go so slow.” I push it back in even slower. Gentle, slow, push, pull. Every motion makes my boy shiver and whine, but he never asks me to stop.

He must be able to feel every single inch of me inside him, and he cries out at the low plap of my sack smacking against his rear. I reach down and grab his cock. Rock hard and leaking.

“Aww…Shane…” I grind my hips into his ass. “You’re loving my cock, huh?”

“Dekk! OhmyfuckingGod!” His hand squeezes mine tightly and his other twists the sheets on the bed. “OOooooooo, Dekkaaaarrrddd!”

“Yeah?” I pull out more than last time and push in a little faster. “You’re being so good to your derg, babe.”

Shane’s cock bounces.

“You feel like magic, babe, fuck…So good…”

I test him again and again, his high-pitched little cries fueling me. Every sound makes me want him more and more. He’s so small, so cute, how could anyone have ever had this and not seen how perfect he is?

Plap.

His thin, mostly hairless body is mine. I run my hands up and down him and cherish the feeling of his smooth and warm skin. He’s so little, so cute, so fuckable. His perfect little butt. Plap. Stretched around my fat cock. Plap plap. How he thought he was a sexy top stud. Plap. Plap plap. Too cute.

“Dekk, you f-feel so big !”

All mine, now. Plap. I’ll show him just how cute he is, how fucking perfect he looks! Plap plap plap.

“D-Dekkard, I c-can’t– Ahhh!” Shane whines.

Hah, he even called me ‘jockslut’ and fucked my tits like I – PLAP– was the one– PLAP– who needed to get FUCKED! – PLAP PLAP PLAP– . Soon I’ll fill – PLAP– this little, adorable, fuckable ass with–

“Ah! D-Dekkard! Slow down! S-stop!” Shane hisses.

I freeze mid-thurst. “Fuck! Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry.” I look down and see his ass is red.

“It–It’s okay b-but can we stop f-for a second?” Shane’s voice is quiet. “You’re big.”

I grab his hand. “Sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Heh, I–I’ll get you back for it later.” Shane coo’s.

“Do you want to stop? I can just jerk off on your hole, it’d be so hot seeing it covered in my cum, babe.” I curse myself. “Or we can just cuddle, I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “J-just wait a little…Please?”

I’m not sure how long it is I just hold him in my arms. My thoughts are slow and a wave of guilt has dulled my enthusiasm and senses, but the silky warmth of his ass has kept me rockhard. The only challenging thing is I was on the cusp of orgasm when he asked me to stop.

Grabbing his shaft I stroke him. He’d gotten soft.

“Sorry, Shane. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know. You got, uh, excited.” Shane kisses my hand. “It’s okay.”

“You’re just too cute, little dude, but that’s not an excuse–Mmmmm!” I bite my tongue as Shane slowly shoves himself onto my cock.

“Y–you can start again, I’m getting c-close. Keep stroking me, Dekk.”

I wait until he’s fully hilted himself on me before I pick up my rhythm, I start slow and gradually increase the frequency and intensity of my thrusting. My hands pinch and play with his skin and I pull him into my chest. I just have to be patient.

“Just like that, Dekk! Just like that, ohmyGod, Dekkard!” Shane’s voice gets higher and higher on each word. It looks like I found the perfect pace, a nice middle ground between the slow and delicate and the fast and rough.

Wrapping my free hand around his neck I hold his throat, not squeezing, but making sure he knows he’s mine. I beat his dick and I can feel the tension growing. I’m going to make him cum with me.

“You about to bust, babe?” I keep the perfect pace that Shane set.

“Yes!”

“Wanna cum with your big dragon inside you?” I ask.

“Yes, yes I do!”

“Then say you want your dragon daddy to breed you, c’mon!” I laugh.

“B-breed me, dragon daddy!”

“C’mon!”

“BREED ME DRAGON DADDY!” Shane screams as I squeeze his balls.

Rolling on top of him I have him buried face-down in the mattress. The bed creaks and groans as I deliver one. Final. Precise. Powerful. Thrust. A loud PLAP fills the room as my balls slam into his ass.

“Oooooh GOD, babe! Take your dragon's load! Take it!” My balls convulse and I throb in him, his ass is so tight it’s almost uncomfortable as he clenches around my shaft. Rope after rope of cum floods his insides, his cries are muffled by the mattress.

With a primal mating roar and the sound of my wings unfurling and my tail thrashing against the furniture, I knock over the nightstand and collapse on him.

“Shane, babe that was amazing–”

Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak.

SNAP.

CRASH.

“Guh!”

“FUCK!”

The baseboards of the mattress snap and the bed falls lopsided to the floor. I grab Shane and hold him close, trying my best to keep inside him and not pull out all at once.

“Holy shit,” Shane says between ragged breaths.

“Sorry about your bed, little dude.”

“Whatever. D-Dekk?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you p-pull out, please? Slow. I’m sore.”

I wrap my arms around Shane and stand, holding him to my chest. Gravity does most of the work of removing me from his ass. I fall on my ass sending another loud Thud through the room. There’s no way anyone in the house didn’t hear that.

Most of the stragglers had been awake and were in the living room downstairs when we got back. Sure enough, as Shane and I lay in a sticky mess on the floor together I hear footsteps. A nervous knock on the door.

“Did uh, anyone get hurt?” Brian asks.

“No, we’re fine,” Shane replies.

“Cool, I’m going to go back downstairs and pretend we couldn’t hear everything you two said and did. Sound good?” Brian says. “Dekk, you’re fixing whatever it is you broke.”

“Will do, Bri.” I turn Shane around in my lap and kiss him. “You okay? Really? I wasn’t too tough on you?”

“I’m fine.” He rests his head on my chest and circles one of my nipples with his finger. “But Dekkard…”

“Y–ACH!” I wince as he pinches one nipple and bites the other.

“Your ass is mine. I have to remind you of your place as my jockslut, after all.”

“Wha–” I stare down at him in disbelief. Even after literally plowing him into the floor, he thinks he gets to be on top. “You’re wild, babe.”

“Come on, help me shower,” Shane says.

“Sounds good.” I wait for Shane to stand.

“Uh, Dekk?” He laughs. “I don’t think I can walk.”

Cradling him in my arms I add ‘clean the carpets’ to my to-do list. I allow Shane to tell me exactly how to wash him. Our conversation drifts from sex to planning our next dates, with everything he wants to do together there’s going to be a lot of them.

Instead of fixing the bed we just lay the mattress on the floor next to the bed, fortunately, nothing I knocked off the nightstand broke. Shane grabs a blanket and motions for me to join him on the ground.

Pulling him up I bury my snout in his neck and breathe his freshly-cleaned scent in, but I can still make out the smell of sex beneath the soap. My smell, marking him. I kiss his neck and nibble on his ear.

“Dekkard?” Shane whispers.

“Hmm?” I lick him.

He rolls around in my arms to face me. “I think you’re really cool. Sleep well.”

I kiss him slowly, enjoying his taste. “Sweet dreams, little dude.”

With his warmth and softness in my arms sleep comes easily. He’s mine. Ancient dragons hoarded treasure and kidnapped damsels, I can see why now. Already the mere thought of someone taking him from me could inspire me to torch the countryside.

He’s no damsel, though. Brave, sweet, playful, intelligent, and kind, I don’t think he needs me to protect him. I will, though, because he deserves it. My last thought before I lose consciousness is of him.

“Dekk, hey, Dekk, wake up.”

My arms are empty and I don’t feel his warmth, I sit up fast. “Shane!”

“Whoa! Relax, I’m here.” Shane is standing next to the mattress looking down at me. He’s in pajamas and…

“Is that one of my shirts?” I smile. It’s way too big for him, leaving one of his shoulders exposed. Sexy!

“Yeah I, uh, need to do laundry so I borrowed one.” He blushes. “I made breakfast for you, it’s downstairs, come on.”

I throw on some clean-ish clothes and follow him to the kitchen. Brian is standing in front of the stove while Lisa flips through a book at the table. Looking outside I see the last few party-goers departing or packing up vehicles.

Brock, however, sits at the kitchen table eating a microwaved burrito. “Uh, g-good morning.”

“Everything okay, Brock?” I ask as I take my seat in front of a plate of toast, eggs, and sausage. “Thanks for breakfast, babe.” Shane kisses my cheek.

“Yep, yes. Fine. Good.” Brock is extremely interested in the burrito on his plate.

“He thinks it’s awkward he saw you two making out on the stairs and that we all heard you fucking like animals,” Lisa says. “Alright, boys, I gotta get to the office.”

Brian pours coffee into a thermos and puts whatever he was cooking into a lunchbox that he hands to Lisa. “Please remember to eat today, okay sunshine?”

Lisa puts on an angry face, but her tail wags furiously. “Thanks, Bri, love you.”

They kiss and Lisa departs for work.

Shane has been scrolling through his phone while we eat in relative silence, I’m glad Lisa’s remark about our noisy fucking didn’t upset him. Brian keeps giving me the side-eye, though, and Brock hasn’t looked up from his now-empty plate.

“I’m gonna get in the shower and go, see you guys,” Brian says and I wave.

“When are you leaving, Dekk?” Shane asks.

“I work from home today, but I should probably leave after breakfast,” I reply.

“Oh… Okay.” Shane prods his eggs. “What about you, Brock?”

“I, uh, I should probably go now.” Brock’s ears are flat and his tail is stiff. “But, uh, if you guys ever wanna, uh, hang, let me know.” He shuffles across the kitchen and rinses his plate. “You have my number, so like, yeah, h-hit me up. B-bro’s.”

Shane and I mumble goodbye before finishing our breakfast in silence. Huh, that was weird. Then again, he saw Shane playing with my cock on the stairs yesterday. But after what Shane said he thought… Could Brock…?

“Shit! I almost forgot! Dekkard, wait here just one second, okay? I need to give you your gift.” Shane runs his hand across my back when he walks by.

I watch him run to my truck and open the backdoor to retrieve the two bags he’d got at the game store. I’d forgotten all about them, glad he remembered! I can tell he really wants to be there when I see what he got.

“Close your eyes,” Shane slowly walks across the kitchen.

I shut my eyes.

The bag rustles and I hear something being slid across the table toward me.

“Open!” Shane cackles madly and I hear him bouncing on the floor.

“You’re too fucking cute, Shane.” I slowly open my eyes. “Wait… Is this?”

A stack of colorful and heavy books sits before me. Each one depicts heroes fighting monsters. I see what’s clearly a wizard, a fighter, and other classic fantasy archetypes but also stranger characters in some of the books. Is that a laser and a jetpack? Fighting a Kraken? With… Robot Vikings?

“It–It’s an RPG I heard about. Um, it’s got like, fantasy stuff but also weird science shit. It seems super cool and I thought you might like it. It’s supposed to have like tons of options, but also be easy to learn.” Shane says. “Do you like it?”

I stand. “Little Dude…”

“Sorry, we can take it back and–”

I lift him off the ground and hug him tight. “This is so cool!”

“Dekkard! Ack!”

I lick his face and shower him in light kisses before finally setting him down. There are four books in total and I notice there’s another bag on the floor. “What about that bag?”

“Oh, this is all paint and some new brushes and stuff.” He says before his eyes widen. “Oh! Oh! And dice! You need dice. I uh, got these for you.” He reaches into the bag and retrieves a set of dark-purple dice. “I, uh, think purple looks nice on you. Mine are silver, l-like your scales.”

“You’re too cute, Shane. Thanks for all of this.” I grab his hand.

“I’ll talk to Brian and Lisa about playing with us sometime, and uh, maybe ask some people I used to know, too. I’ve never played one either, and I think it’ll be fun to learn it together, Dekk.”

Shane insists I need another shower, and instead of getting sexy, he tells me about the different character classes in the RPG he got and the setting. He says he thinks Lisa would make a great dungeon master because of theatre and her lawyer brain, Brian will play because he can’t say no to her. He says he already texted Noah and Brock and a couple of his college friends.

Before I know it I’m loading up the truck and Shane is sitting in the driver's seat rambling away.

“Hey, little dude?” I kiss his cheek.

“Hmm?” He runs his hand against the cover of one of the books. “All the rules are online for free, too, but I wanted to get you the books.”

“Thanks, babe, but uh…You gotta move.”

“Er, right.” He sets the book in the passenger seat. “Am I still seeing you next weekend? Uhm, also text me, or call me, or anything, anytime. I’m not usually busy, uhm, I’m taking the term off from school so it’ll be a couple of months before–”

I pull him from the driver's seat and hold him in my arms.

“Is that okay?” He asks.

“I can’t wait.” Determined to show him who the boss is, at least sometimes, I hold him in a kiss. I refuse to let him back out until I’ve decided it’s gone on long enough. When I’m done I slide him from my arms to the ground. “See you soon, little dude.”

Shane stands in the driveway and waves as I back out. His face is frozen in a dorky smile and it’s not until then that I realize he’s still got my shirt on. My phone dings and beeps the entire short drive home.

Paragraphs await me. Shane has already figured out what kind of character he wants to play and says our characters should also be boyfriends. Dork. It’s hard to ignore him throughout the workday, and once I’m finished I give him a call. He instantly answers.

“So, what were you thinking, little dude?” I ask as I set him on speakerphone. I lay on the couch and flip through the new books, enjoying the sounds of my boyfriend chattering away late into the night.