Teddy Bear (boyxboy)

Chapter 20

(Damien's POV)

    It was only a little while later, where i was waiting for Teddy to show me what in his words, would be a 'big surprise'. All i can do is hope he hurries up because we have reservations for dinner soon.

"Little bear! You almost ready?" I shout across the house from my spot at the front door.

    I hear a soft, "I'm coming daddy!" From my room, where Teddy's changing. I chuckle to myself just thinking about the adorable way his face scrunched up in excitement when i told him he could dress up for this dinner.

Nothing prepared me for the sight he gave me though once he stepped out of our room.

Fuck.

He's wearing a dress.

    I swear i could spend the rest of my life with blue balls if i could see him wearing a dress every day. Not only because it shows off his amazing figure, but because the smile on his face tells me that he's confident in this dress and fuck, I'm so proud of him.

    It takes a lot of courage to defy the 'norm' of society, and I know that Teddy's going to get a lot of stares out in public when people see a boy with a dress on, but I'm going to do my best to constantly remind him that their opinions don't matter, and he can wear whatever the hell he wants to wear if it makes him happy.

"C'mere baby" I mutter, letting my eyes trail up and down his figure, taking in every inch of his perfectly designed body. He shuffles closer to me, smiling timidly from where he stands.

    My hands instinctively grip his hips, pulling him impossibly closer to my body. "Do you like it daddy?" He asks innocently, peering up at me with those big Bambi eyes of his that make me want to dedicate poems and sonnets to him.

"I love it baby boy" I respond truthfully, absentmindedly tracing shapes onto his hips with my thumbs. "You look amazing."

"You really think so?"

"I do"

"Thank you daddy" he responds happily, leaning up on his toes to give me a peck on my cheek. I have to hold myself back from touching the skin where i can still feel the tingles from his lips.

Who knew I would be so whipped for someone.

"C'mon baby we have dinner reservations" I say, chuckling to myself as i place a hand on his lower back, leading him out of our apartment. I feel slightly bad for having to make him walk in heels, but i don't have a car. I'm saving up for a nice one though, I've almost got enough money.

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"Can I get you anything to eat?" The waiter asks, in a bored tone. You can tell by her voice that she hates this job, and I don't blame her. I was a waited once when I was a teenager, and I wanted to rip my eardrums out after the amount of times i was hit on by women who were obviously over the age of 30.

"I'll take a water," i respond, opening my menu to see what the options are. "What would you like little one?"

Teddy visibly blushes from the use of the pet name in public, and i have to hold back a coo

"C-can i have a l-lemonade please?" He asks the waited, fumbling over his words slightly.

    The waiter doesn't respond, only nodding her head before walking back to the kitchen. Part of me wants to request a new—and less grumpy waiter— but the other part of me doesn't want to make a scene on a night that I'm trying to dedicate to Teddy and Teddy alone. '