Learning to Trust - M.A. Innes Page 0,13

“Why does everyone keep saying that?”

Who had he asked?

Leon gave him a grin that looked slightly dark. “Daddy said no, huh?”

Destin huffed. “No, Avery said no. He said it was disturbing and wouldn’t even let Daddy answer.”

Daddy.

Destin really had a Daddy?

Refusing to ask, I just stayed silent and watched their interaction. But I had more questions than I would ever get answered.

What did Leon think?

How long had Destin been into age play?

Was he a little or was it some kind of kinky title because of their age difference?

If Ray seemed to be Daddy, what was Detective Davison?

What did Leon think of it?

That one was important enough to ask twice, but I just had to watch as Leon chuckled. “Because it's creepy. Why didn’t you ask for one of the shaped ones that they make for little kids? They’d have probably bought you that in a heartbeat, you’re that spoiled.”

Destin’s smile said he didn’t think being spoiled was a bad thing. “Because dripping penises will be much more fun. Lots of naughty fun.”

I wasn’t sure if I agreed or not.

The shaped ones were so much fun and I had a feeling that eating a penis in front of someone would not lead to as much sex as Destin seemed to think.

“That’s just disturbing. I will not contribute to that depravity.” Leon sounded a bit like my grandmother when she used to get offended by something.

It was weird, but it also made me a little homesick for a second.

Until he spoke again. “But if I find a waffle maker at a good price, I’ll pick one out. They’re good to make in large batches and freeze for breakfast.”

Destin’s slightly evil grin said he was going to work at getting his penis waffles, but I was just wondering what I’d have to do to get one of the fun ones without telling him I was a little.

Did secret admirers leave waffle makers or was that subterfuge strictly for flowers?

Chapter 5

Leon

It couldn’t go on like this. He was going to end up with some kind of disease from being malnourished. The sauce on pizza did not count as a vegetable no matter what Destin said. I could’ve justified pineapple or bell peppers or any number of real vegetables that gave nutrition, but five meals in a row of delivery pizza was not healthy.

The occasional bowl of cereal helped, but not enough to make up for the rest of his diet…and I was starting to see the rushing and stress that Destin had noticed. No, this could not go on. I also wasn’t sure what he was doing all day that had him staying up so late studying, but it wasn’t going to continue.

I just had to figure out how to stop it.

But looking at his closed and securely locked bedroom door, I wasn’t sure how.

With Destin, he’d been so outgoing and outrageous enough that once the initial hesitation had passed he’d charged right in with all kinds of questions. Once he’d realized that I didn’t care if he was gay or straight, he’d opened right up.

But even after living with Morgan for almost two weeks, he was more hidden away than ever.

My best guess was that he wasn’t sure how I’d take his being gay or maybe something about his previous relationship, but I wasn’t sure that was completely right. Destin had to have made it clear that I didn’t care about that kind of thing.

And it wasn’t like Morgan seemed to be trolling gay bars looking for some kind of leather Daddy, so I wasn’t worried about his safety. But at this point, I’d take going out too much over hiding away from everything. That wasn’t healthy and it wasn’t good for his education either.

Pushing away from the counter, I went into the kitchen and started sorting through the cabinets. I’d gone to the grocery store several times over the past week and we were now fully stocked, but I wasn’t sure what would catch his attention.

Morgan had been hiding away for hours, and judging by his previous behavior I had about an hour before he’d start calling around for something to be delivered. The leftover pizza he’d been living on was finally gone, and he was going to have to forage for new junk food.

Okay. I needed something junk-food-ish that would tempt him into having real food with more nutritional value than pizza…and I needed to get him out of his room.

I hated to do it to him, but there was only