Jei’s Point of View

The snow outside my window was falling silently upon a sleeping Cleveland and I lounged in the window seat of my downtown Highrise, a trendy converted industrial building with more modern amenities than the surrounding suburbs could offer and three times the rent.

In nigh but a few minutes, my boyfriend will come out of the freight elevator, knock on my door, and get ready for a fun night out together. Though it was close to midnight, I had called Kent a few moments ago in a bout of loneliness. With any luck, he’ll stay for a night or two.

The tour where my dreams came true had ended a little over a month ago, a smashing success. The label was happy, the fans were elated, and Fight the Good Fight’s pockets were lined even more handsomely. Despite everything going well for the group, the only thing I had been focused on was my new relationship with my first every daddy.

It was incredible now naturally Kent had taken to the role. Though having no prior experience with caregiving, his basic personality was perfectly tuned to look after me. A week after returning from the tour was our first-time meeting outside of the context of our work together, and while I was having trouble entering my full headspace, I still found it easy to be Kent’s little spoon, Walter tucked under one arm, Blankie in the other.

A few days later was when I finally found the courage to enjoy a paci in my boyfriend’s presence. Though I was actively resisting the notion, Kent remembered which one was my favorite, washed it off, and presented it to me before drawing me into a close cuddle.

I let out a sigh, my breath fogging up the window. I thought about what was to come tonight. We would get to the bar down the street at around 11:30, return to my flat after a couple hours, and get changed by Kent for the very first time.

I rest my head against the window, the excitement giving way to anxiety. Though I have been out for some time, this was clearly the next level in our relationship. What would he think? Would he find it cute? Would it be too weird for him and break it off with me?

I get up and return to my bedroom, checking to make sure that everything is in order. Changing mat on the bed? Check. Favorite pajamas? Check. Assortment of pacis for Daddy to choose from? Bubble bath soap? Check. Fresh…. diaper…? Check. No sooner did I complete my inventory when I heard the doorbell ring. This was the moment of truth.

I closed my bedroom door on the way to the front door, taking a deep breath before unlocking it. A familiar face greeted me on the other side.

“Hey kiddo! It’s cold as hell out there.”

A sigh of relief leaves me, relief setting in.

“I missed you, Daddy…”

“And I, you, Jei.”

He draws me into a soft hug, his massive form enveloping my frame as he gently runs his fingers through my hair.

“Did you want me to come in for a second, hun?”

“Sure! I just need to get my shoes and coat on.”

I usher him in as he remains in my entryway, not wanting to track snow onto my flooring.

After stepping away for a moment, I return with his thick, black hoodie that I could barely fit into; the one that smelled most like Kent when he offered me a ‘boyfriend sweatshirt’.

“Uh… no. Nice try, little one, but you need something warmer than that tonight!”

“B-but, what…?”

Kent gives me a playfully sly look, implying that he is indeed serious.

“I’m serious, sweetie! I don’t want you catching a cold or anything” he adds with a wink.

“I… okaaaay.”

“Okay who? ”

“Okay… Daddy !” I chirp back happily, his intentions now clear.

“ That’s a good boy!”

The words cut me deep, causing a deep shudder to shoot through me while I’m in the coat closet. Oof. That was the good stuff, right there.

I return to the front door with a black parka in-hand, a soft fur-lined hood up to my face.

With a pinch of my cheeks, Kent comments “Much more appropriate for a little boy like you!”

I blush deep red as I involuntarily let out a giggle and crumble into his arms.

“Ready to go, Jei?”

I nuzzle gently into his form chest. “Yes daddy”, I exhale happily.

“Need changies before we head down?”

“I........”

I collapse further into him as I hear his deep, low voice crooning into my ear between massive heartbeats.

“You heard me, little one!” he retorts slyly, gently turning me around, my butt to his groin and back to his abs. With a loving touch his gives my princely-parts a check and a pat.

“I... I’m dry, dadddyyyy...”

“Sure are, champ! Guess you are ready!”

I pull my shirt as far down as it can stretch, covering up the very obvious padding bulge between the legs of my skinny jeans. Kent ruffles my hair with a chuckle as he stoops to my level.

“Daddy’s going to make sure no one can see his baby boy’s diapie, okay Jei-Jei? You’ll have your pretty parka on in the car over and you can keep it on your lap in the restaurant. Daddy needs to make sure you don’t have any accidents tonight, okay little one?”

After giving my fully regressed brain a second to process his words, I nod childishly with a big, dumb, cute smile and hug him again.

“There’s my good boy! Now come along now, Daddy’s famished!”

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Miraculously, we didn’t cross any of my neighbors on our way down the freight elevator, and managed to hail a cab readily. Though I insisted we could walk the two blocks to the club, Ke-…. Daddy convinced me that royalty doesn’t walk, especially in the snow. My Vans thanked him.

Our destination was in one of the blocks of the Cleveland flats that had been touched by gentrification. A shiny new club called *missing this section of the sentence*

After a silent cab ride, Kent and I stood in front of the door of W25 , a shiny new establishment overlooking Whiskey Island and Lake Erie. A bouncer about twice my size (and a quarter larger than Kent) guarded the entrance from a line of popped collars and micro-skirts.

“You doing okay there, sweet heart?” Kent asks as he snuck a hand to ruffle my hair reassuringly.

Fixing my bangs playfully, I retort “Of course! There’s just… a lot of people here…”

“And that’s why we’re going to find a nice, small table in the corner to enjoy our drinks!”

With a pat on the arm, we hold hands walking towards the bouncer, disgruntled patrons protesting our line-jumping until I remove my hood.

“Excuse me”, Kent starts. “We’d love entry to your establishment, sir.”

The indomitable mountain that is the bouncer pears over the rim of his aviators to get a closer look at him, and then me.

A bass voice asks, “You’re in that one band, aren’t you.”

I confirm with a nervous nod of my head.

Concealing his eyes behind his shades once more, he beckons us in, no resistance from the crowd. Behind me, I think I hear a camera click, but I try my best to remove the thought from my mind.

Inside, packs of humans are milling about in thick clusters. I tighten my grip on Kent’s hand as he cuts through the crowd towards the bar. Making our way up, he suddenly slips his strong hands underneath my armpits and lifts me up onto a barstool, causing a soft giggle to escape my lips. The spirits-filled customers on either of our sides make note of the sudden appearance of a giant hugging his tiny boy from behind.

“What’ll it be, boys?” a that girl that couldn’t have been much older than me asks. Giving me a closer look, she looks to Kent and asks “Is the kid 21?”

I go digging for my ID while I feel Kent’s giggle in his gut behind me. “Technically, yes!” he laughs, giving my padded butt a soft pat.

Presenting the eyebrow-raised bartender with my driver’s license, she looks at me, then back to the card, then back to me. Squinting at my name, she asks “You’re Jei Evans, huh? From Fight The Good Fight?”

Again, I sheepishly nod.

“I’ll tell the DJ to put something on for you, kid. First rounds on me.” she says with a wink.

I look up to Kent with a big stupid grin, who returns the look to me.

“A GLB Burning River for me, and a Not Your Father's for Jei here, please!” I hear accompanied by a loving pat on my shoulder.

With drinks in-hand, I once again grip Kent’s hand as we make our way a booth against the back wall.

“Princes first!” he whispers in my ear, helping me with my drink and coat. As I bend down to slide in, he wraps the parka around my waist, covering my whole waistband. With that security, I slide into the deep back of the seating and make myself comfortable.

As Kent scoots into place next to me, I take in my surroundings. From my vantage point, I can see the entire room, the sound isn’t too overwhelming, and I feel… safe? That’s a nice feeling when in public! Fuck, I love Daddy…

“Bottoms up, hey Jei?”

“Indeed, love!”

We knock back the necks of our bottles and seal off our first sips with a hopsy kiss.

Another camera flash strikes like lightning in the dimly lit club as our lips lock.

“Kent, I uh…”

“I saw it, Jei… do you want me to say something?”

“No, I mean, I’m out and have been for a little bit now. It’s not like it’s a secret…”

“Just startled by the flash, little one?”

“Y-yeah…”

He puts a hand on my shoulder to draw me close to him and I rest my head against his pec. Another flash goes off.

“It’s alright, Jei. I’ve got you…”

A slim figure approaches us wearing a camera with an AP press laminate pinned to the lanyard.

“Jei Evans? From FTGF? Hi, we did a photoshoot a while back for an AP cover, do you remember? Is this your boyfriend, Jei?”

My stress level rises. I try my best to maintain a good relationship with fans and the press, trying to always come off in a positive and polite manner in strict opposition to the Rock n’ Roll attitude one would expect.

“Jei?”

Of course I don’t remember this person, they’re just another nameless face in the music industry, a photographer that shills prints to local bands and scoops to their publications.

“Any word on a new album? Maybe another tour?”

“Hey, Jei is feeling pretty overwh—“

“Excuse me, I’m talking to J—“

“Excuse YOU, Jei is feeling overwhelmed, please stop.”

My legs are bouncing, I’m scratching at the holes in my jeans, I’m visibly breathing faster, this isn’t what I want printed. I’m coming off as rude, everyone is going to hate me, I’m such as assh-

“Shhh, you’re okay, Jei…”

I love this man. His soothing voice calms my nerves as he cups his hands over my ears, giving me a momentary reprieve from the onslaught on sensory input.

Like a father shielding their child from a saucy conversation, Kent uses his polite-yet-firm tone on the reporter. Though I can’t hear exactly, I’m pretty sure it translates to normal English as “Piss off, you’re giving my boyfriend a panic attack.”

The reporter returns eye contact to me as I immediately break it off again, choosing to inspect the individual buttons on Kent’s jacket. As the media drone walks away, Kent grants me my hearing again.

“You alright, kiddo?”

“Yeah… thank you.” I respond lovingly, nuzzling against his chest. He lets out a breath of relief.

“Good. You handled that really well, and Daddy’s very proud!” he adds, a bit quieter this time.

I resist the need to fuss as he chuckles.

“Now, about these drinks!”

“Y… yeah! Prost, love!”

“Cheers, love!” he responds through a sly smile and a wink.