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  Finding Timmy

  M/M Age Play Romance

  A “Nervous Nate” Prequel Novella

  Jayda Marx

  Author’s Note

  Thank you for your interest in my book! This quick read contains no angst, and features an age play romance between a caring Daddy and his sweet but sometimes bratty boy. It is a prequel to “Nervous Nate”, and explores the beginning of Alex and Timmy’s romance. Timmy captured my heart and demanded that his story be told too, and I hope you enjoy this peek into his life. In Nate's book, we learned that Timmy and Alex basically moved in together on their first date, so be prepared for some major insta-love! This text features elements such as diapers, spanking, and lots of steamy scenes. My stories feature relationships on the fast track and a healthy dose of humor. I want my readers to finish my books with a smile on their face and a fierce case of the warm and fuzzies. Thanks again for taking a look and happy reading!

  Chapter One

  Alex

  “How are you feeling now?” I asked my best friend Declan over the phone.

  “Like shit. I think I’m coming down with the flu or something.”

  Damn. When I spoke to him earlier in the day, Dec mentioned that he was feeling under the weather. I’d hoped it was just a little sniffle that would pass quickly, but apparently, it was no such luck. It was Saturday afternoon and I wanted my friend to come on the trip out of town we’d planned together.

  The trip was to a BDSM club about three hours away. We’d learned about it through a group that Dec and I were both members of, which was composed of people who were interested in “atypical” relationships, especially those with BDSM elements.

  It was in that group where Dec and I met and became fast friends. Initially we began talking when the group was nothing more than a chat room online and discovered that we had a lot in common; we were close in age (I was less than a year younger than his 37 years), we were both successful in our careers (him in business consulting and myself in copywriting), we both enjoyed reading, watching action movies, and even followed the same basketball team.

  But what really bonded us together was the desire of our hearts. Declan shared my wants and needs; needs that many others saw as ‘taboo’ or even downright wrong, just because they didn’t understand. But Dec understood. He and I were both Daddies, each on the search for our own little to spoil, care for, and love.

  It wasn’t easy, especially because we lived in a smaller city which didn’t have a great diversity in its people, or places to explore our needs. Which is why, when we discovered welcoming clubs through our group, Dec and I always jumped at the chance to visit. Neither of us had yet met our perfect match, but our hopes were high, and we’d had quite a bit of fun along the way.

  “Are you too sick to go to Lancaster tonight?” I asked, though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.

  “Unfortunately. Trust me, I’d love to go, but I don’t think I’d look too sexy hugging a toilet all night.”

  “Gross.” Dec wasn’t offended by my statement; he just snorted a laugh and agreed. “Well, that’s alright; we’ll just make a new plan for another weekend.”

  “You should still go,” he urged.

  “I don’t know. If I strike out, I’ll end up feeling like a loser just sitting there by myself.”

  “Oh, so you only invited me for your ego,” he teased.

  “Pretty much,” I joked right back, making him laugh. We teased each other a lot, but we both knew what we meant to one another.

  “You really should go; what if you skip out and end up missing your dream boy? You can’t risk that just because I’m busy blowing from both ends.”

  “Jeez, man; too much information,” I groaned.

  “I’ll keep giving more unless you promise me you’ll make the visit tonight. I don’t want you to miss out.” It was funny how obvious his Daddy persona was, even in conversations with me. He pushed and encouraged me when I needed it...even if it involved threatening me with unwanted details.

  “Okay, I promise. But you better promise me that you’ll get better soon, and that you’ll call me tomorrow.” Okay, so my Daddy side was pretty obvious as well.

  “You got it. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get off here; I’ll keep the details of why to myself.”

  “Thanks,” I chuckled. “Feel better, man.” I clicked off the call and sighed; I wasn’t looking forward to the long, lonely drive ahead of me.

  *****

  The evening was going about as well as I imagined it would; I’d spent the last hour sitting on a black leather loveseat by myself at the club, being ignored by pretty much everyone except for the waiter, who kept delivering free soda. Probably because he felt sorry for me.

  The one saving grace was the blond beauty I’d been gawking shamelessly at for nearly my entire visit. He sat on a stool at the bar across the room, and was easily the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen; he had wild blond hair that fell in every direction, and bright blue eyes that popped against his creamy pale skin.

  He was of slender build, and his tight stomach was on display between his short blue cotton shorts and his cropped t-shirt of the same color. My mouth watered over the sight of a diaper peeking out of the top of his shorts, along with the way his feet swung back and forth, unable to reach the ground while he sat on the tall barstool. He was every last one of my fantasies all rolled into one.

  I wanted to go talk to him; god, how I wanted it. But to be honest, I was a bit intimidated by him. He was so breathtakingly beautiful and I...well, wasn’t. I wasn’t a troll by any means, but I certainly wasn’t a model either. I stood right at six feet tall and carried around about twenty five to thirty extra pounds that I didn’t need. Even though I was still a few years away from forty, my brown hair was gray at my temples, and my dirt brown eyes were nothing compared to his.

  But even if I could find the courage to speak to him, it wouldn’t be easy. Since I took my seat, an endless string of men had approached the little cutie. He spoke to each of them for a few minutes and then sent them away. Most of them were much more handsome than I was, so if he wasn’t impressed by them, I had zero chance.

  “Here you are, sir,” the waiter said, catching my attention as he delivered another soda to the low table in front of me. He was wearing a sad smile, with sympathy in his eyes that just made me feel worse.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. You know, sometimes it takes a while to meet someone. I had to visit the club three times before I met my Dom.” Oh wow...three whole times. I’ve been looking for my boy for years. “Just...don’t give up.” I forced a smile and the young man gave an encouraging nod before hustling away.

  I sighed and took a long sip of my soda as I turned my eyes back to the bar. The beautiful boy was gone; he probably disappeared into one of the play rooms with another Daddy. The thought made my drink taste sour, so I placed my glass back on the table, ready to call it a night and begin the long drive home.

  “Hi there,” a sweet voice said from my right side. I whipped my head towards the sound just in time to see the boy from the bar taking a seat by my side.

  “H-hi,” I stuttered, in shock over his sudden appearance. My heart pounded in my chest at having him so close to me. Excitement rocked through my body over the fact that he’d approached me.

  “I saw you watching me,” he stated simply, and my heart dropped into my stomach. This apparently wasn’t a social visit; this was a ‘stop being creepy and staring at me’ visit.

  “I’m sorry,” I offered in a sincere voice. There was no point in denying it.

  “It’s okay,” he shrugged. “Lots of people look at me. I’m very pretty.”

  I blin
ked at his blunt response. “Yes you are,” I replied just as openly.

  He tipped his head and pinched in his brows. “Then why didn’t you come say hi?”

  “Oh, um...I’m...shy.” Oh my god, Alex, what a load of bullshit.

  “You didn’t look so shy when you were staring at me.”

  I barked a surprised laugh. “What did I look like, then?”

  “Like this.” The boy folded both of his hands under his chin and batted his eyes like crazy while shifting his head left to right.

  “Wow, it’s like looking in a mirror,” I teased, and he giggled so hard that he snorted. It was adorable. I offered him my hand and said, “I’m Alex.”

  “Timmy.” When he shook my hand, my skin warmed at his touch.

  “It’s very nice to meet you, Timmy.” He just nodded his head like he wasn’t surprised to hear it; confidence practically oozed from his pores.

  “I’ve never seen you here before.”

  “I don’t live around here,” I explained. “My house is almost three hours away in Belton. We don’t have a place like this where I live, so I came to visit for the night.”

  “Oh.” There was a hint of disappointment in his voice, and I wasn’t sure if I should be excited or saddened by it. “So you just came to find someone to play with for the night.” His chest deflated and my heart squeezed. “That’s all everyone here wants; just a playmate.” I wondered if that’s why every man who approached Timmy got sent away by him.

  “I didn’t say that’s all I want,” I argued, and his forehead folded in again. “I do like to play, but when I visit places like this, it’s because I want to meet someone special. So far, the boys I’ve met have only been interested in a playmate for the night too.”

  Timmy studied my face in silence for several long moments before replying, “I’m great at coloring.” I was taken aback by the random comment before I realized maybe it wasn’t so random at all; it was my cue.

  “I bet you do a very nice job. Would you like to color now?” He nodded with a smile. “Then I’ll go find you some crayons.” I took a chance and patted his knee. He didn’t pull away, and his smile grew. “I’ll be right back.”

  I hurried up to the bar, where my waiter was waiting for me with a smile almost as wide as Timmy’s. “Oh, I’m so happy for you!” he squealed.

  “Thanks.” I was pretty damn happy myself. “Would you happen to have any crayons up here?”

  “Of course.” He bent behind the counter and stood back up holding a basket of crayons and a coloring book, which he slid to me. “Congrats and have fun!”

  “Thanks for everything.” He nodded enthusiastically, and I hustled back to Timmy. When I got back to our seat, I found him kicked back on the sofa, sipping on my drink. “Thirsty?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, and he nodded while continuing to suck down the liquid. “Why don’t you let me get you something healthier? Maybe some juice or milk?”

  He popped the straw out of his mouth long enough to say, "Nah, I like pop better," then he went back to drinking. I couldn't deny that Timmy had a bratty streak, or that I loved it. That was the difference between me and Declan; he wanted a boy who was sweet as pie, while my ideal boy would be laced with sass.

  Still, soda wasn't the best option for Timmy, so I tried a different tactic to get him to stop drinking. "You know, my spit is probably all over that straw."

  Timmy dropped it from his lips again and I thought I won, until his mouth curled into a smirk. "That must be why it tastes so good." He ran his tongue around the straw before drinking again, and I barely kept from passing out. Timmy had a sassy and sexy streak.

  He sucked until only ice was left in the glass, and then he made grabby hands at the crayons I'd forgotten I was holding. I handed them over without question and took a seat next to him again, watching as he flipped through the pages. He stopped and nodded at a picture of a kitten.

  "Would you like me to tear that page out for you?" I offered, but he just shook his head.

  "I got it." He gripped the top corner and tugged the paper free from the book, ripping a slice in the page and relieving the kitten of one of its feet. Timmy just shrugged and grabbed a crayon out the basket without even looking at the color he chose.

  He pressed the red wax to the page and I scooted closer to him, wanting to watch him do something he enjoyed. I flinched when he began scribbling erratically in every direction. He colored until the entire page was covered in red and it looked like the poor cat had been stabbed.

  "Ta da!" he called, holding the paper up for me to inspect. He was wearing a huge smile and had a twinkle in his eye, and I was not about to rain on his parade.

  "Oh my, you are good at coloring," I told him as I took the picture for a closer look. "Very creative color choice. And you did it so fast!"

  "Yep!" he replied proudly. "I'm probably the fastest colorer here."

  "I bet you're right."

  "Wanna watch me do another one?"

  "I'd love to."

  He nodded and fished out another crayon which happened to be black. Timmy ripped out a picture of a puppy (this time taking off the tip of its tail) and scribbled it until I couldn't even see the outlines. When he passed it over, he was smiling so widely, nearly all of his teeth were showing.

  "Wow." I held the two poor mutilated animals up side by side and shook my head. "I can't decide which one I like better."

  "It's a hard choice," he agreed with a nod. "They're both very good."

  "Yes they are. Are these mine to keep?" He nodded happily. "Thank you, buddy." Timmy didn't seem like a 'baby' to me, and definitely not a 'sweetie', but ‘buddy’ felt right. He seemed to agree, if the way he clapped his hands together was any indication.

  I placed my pictures on the table and Timmy turned a few more pages in his coloring book until he came to a maze. On one end was a rabbit, and at the other end was a carrot, with lots of squiggly lines in between.

  "Oh, I'm good at mazes," Timmy said as he touched his black crayon to the rabbit. I chuckled at how cute he was and then held my breath as I draped my arm across his shoulders. He looked up at me and asked, "What took you so long?" before looking back at his maze, making me chuckle again.

  Timmy began the maze, following the path until he reached a dead end. He re-traced his line and tried a different path, but ran into another wall. Before I could offer to help him, he drew a line through the rest of the maze until he stopped at the carrot. "Done!" he announced proudly.

  "Hmm, I think that might be cheating a little," I said, trying to keep my laughter in check.

  "No it isn't. He's a rabbit; he just dug holes under the walls to get to his dinner."

  I couldn't hold back any longer and laughed out loud. "I've never met anyone quite like you, Timmy."

  For the first time since we met, his pretty smile left his face. "Is that bad?"

  "Absolutely not." I trailed my fingers up into his hair and pet his wild locks. "Why would you think that?"

  He shrugged and tossed his crayon into the basket. "I know that I'm not like a lot of other boys. All my life, people have told me that I'm a lot to handle or too loud or too crazy." He kept his gaze away from me and drew his finger in a shapeless pattern on the tabletop. "I think that's why no Daddy has ever wanted me for more than one night."

  Timmy also had a sweet side and a big heart, along with insecurities that I wanted to put to rest if I could. I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his coconut scented hair and told him, "Any Daddy would be lucky to have you as his boy."

  "Any boy would be lucky to have you as a Daddy," he countered, and I huffed a laugh into his locks.

  "I don't know about all of that."

  "Why not?" he asked, looking up at me curiously. "You're nice and funny and very handsome."

  "You think so?" He nodded quickly. "Even with my big tummy?" Okay, so it wasn't that big, but it certainly wasn't flat. Obviously I had some insecurities of my own.

  "I think a beefy Daddy would be the
best," Timmy shrugged. "He would be soft to snuggle with, give me warm hugs, and would probably like to eat dessert, which is great, because I love dessert." That settles it; he's perfect. "In fact…"

  Timmy shocked me by climbing onto my lap, with his legs to one side. He nuzzled his face against my shoulder and hummed. "Yep, I was right; you give very good cuddles."

  He hasn't seen anything yet. I wrapped my arms around his slim waist and caressed the skin that showed between his clothes, marveling at how soft and smooth it was. I kissed the top of his head and he sighed aloud. "That's even better."

  I held him in silence for several long minutes, feeling grateful that I made the trip after all. I couldn't imagine missing out on holding this sweet, sassy, sexy boy in my arms.

  "Do you have to go home tonight, Daddy?" Timmy asked in a quiet voice. I don't know what made my heart beat quicker; hearing him stake his claim on me, or his suggestion that I stay. He definitely wasn’t shy about what he wanted, and I was thrilled that what he wanted was me.

  "I don't suppose I have to," I replied, holding him tighter. "I don't have any work to do until Monday."

  "Really?" Timmy's head popped off of my chest and he looked at me with bright eyes. "Because I live pretty close. You can stay with me tonight if you want to. That way we can play some more and I can snuggle you all night long. How does that sound? Huh, Daddy? Does that sound good?" He bounced on my thighs excitedly and I couldn't turn him down; not that I had the slightest urge to do that in the first place.

  In the past, I’d met up with guys for one night stands without even knowing their names, so this kind of thing wasn’t unheard of for me. But going home with Timmy meant so much more than my past trysts. It could be the beginning of something wonderful, and I wouldn’t pass up the chance to find out.

  "That sounds great."

  "Yes!" Timmy punched his hand in the air as I chuckled. "Can we go now? I've never had company before; especially not my handsome Daddy. Oh, I've got some really fun toys I want to show you!"