Discovery by Quinn Ward – Sneak Peek

Sex is a lot like pizza. It’s good, but I won’t die without it. My ambivalence was probably why John asked me to help him by modeling for his new website. I knew he was a kinky bastard, just like he knew I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. And since I’d never judged him and didn’t judge my brothers for what got them off, it was a no-brainer to him. I’d had no idea what I’d gotten myself into.

When I’d first walked onto the set, I’d been taken aback by the oversized nursery, but with a deep breath, I’d sunk into the role John had asked me to play. I’d balked when one of the assistants helped me out of the jeans and T-shirt I’d worn to the set. He’d quickly noticed my unease and had led me to a private dressing room to change. I’d nearly choked when he’d handed me my first “outfit” for the day, and I’d almost walked out. Only my promise to John had kept me from running. Once I got used to the lack of clothes, the morning flew by.

“Matteo, my dear, why don’t you take a break to freshen up while we bring in some different furniture?” I pushed myself off the floor and stared down at the messy pile of building blocks and soft toys I’d just been playing with. I glanced over my shoulder to see Levi, the photographer’s assistant, shooing me away from his set. My dick, which had hibernated through Frankie’s bachelor party at a local BDSM club, twitched inside the cloth diaper I’d been conned into wearing. If I ignored the fact I was twenty-one and wearing a diaper, it was really freaking comfortable. The fuzzy fabric lining tickled my balls with every waddling step to the snack table.
What do I have to do to get a bag of chips and a soda around here? I picked up the tongs and pushed a few grapes and berries around on the thoroughly picked-over fruit tray, dropping the tongs back onto the table because I so wasn’t in the mood for this.

The absence of junk food annoyed me more than not being told ahead of time that I’d have a sexy nerd slathering baby oil all over my lackluster chest “to make sure the light hit my skin properly.” It upset me more than realizing one of John’s specialties was providing quality products to the age play community. When he’d offered me the job, I’d assumed I’d be donning gags, harnesses, maybe even a few butt plugs or something, but never this. Hell, I didn’t even realize dressing a grown man (or woman, I supposed) up like a baby was something people got off on.

“You need to eat something, Matteo.” I spun around to see Levi standing directly behind me, a look of concern on his face.

“I would if they had any decent food around here.” God, I sound like such a whiny baby. I chuckled when I glanced down and realized I was, in fact, the one wandering around the set wearing a freaking diaper. “Are they bringing anything else later?”

Levi shook his head. He reached around me for a plate and started loading it up with cheese cubes, fruit, and what looked to be a turkey sandwich. When he handed me the plate, I held up my hands in protest. There was no telling how long it’d been sitting out and getting a bad case of food poisoning wasn’t my idea of a good time. My brothers would give me the weekend off if I was sick, but I wanted to prove I wasn’t the scatterbrained twit they all thought I was.

“You have to eat something, Matteo. You don’t even realize what you’re doing is hard work, but it is.” Levi placed a hand at the small of my back, guiding me to a loveseat in the corner. “Sit. Eat this and I’ll get you something to drink.”

“I don’t suppose there’s any chance I could get a Coke, is there?” Levi simply shook his head in response. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Levi sat in the chair across from me, watching as I picked and nibbled at the food he dished up for me. It irritated me that he watched me as if he was the parent and I was the child, but I’d already screwed up enough this morning I didn’t want to do anything else to upset John. I knew he was paying good money for the photographer, and Levi seemed to be in charge of this entire production. Pissing him off wouldn’t lead to anything good.
I ate all the fruit and cheese off the plate, but nearly gagged with the first bite of the turkey sandwich. It was slathered with mayonnaise and the texture of it made me want to hurl. I reached for a napkin and, politely as I could, spit the bread and meat into it before dumping everything into the garbage can under the table.

“There, don’t you feel better now?” Levi asked. The soft smile he gave me when I looked up at him made something in my chest do a somersault. I wished I knew what about this guy got a reaction out of me when I’d spent so much of my life thinking I was incapable of feeling attraction to anyone. “If you’re a good boy this afternoon, maybe I’ll see if we can get you that Coke you wanted.”

“You do realize I’m not a kid, right?” If there was one thing I hated, it was being treated like a child. Everyone in my life treated me like I was still a kid, reliant on them to help me navigate day-to-day life.

“Believe me, I fully understand.” Levi allowed his gaze to travel slowly over my entire body and I fidgeted under his scrutiny. The tip of his tongue peeked out from between his lips as he sucked in a sharp breath. “No one who’s seen you today could mistake you for a child, and I’m sorry if I gave you that impression.”

Levi stood and rounded the table between us, perching himself on the edge. When he reached for my hands, I didn’t resist his touch. “You did a great job this morning. I could tell when you first got here you were in over your head. I’m proud of you for putting aside your worries to get the job done. That shows me you’re a professional.”

It was nice to hear him say so, but I wasn’t a professional. I was just a cute guy who fit the vision my friend had for the face of his kinky website. I shook my head, averting my eyes to the floor. I struggled to accept a simple compliment without finding a way to get down on myself. I startled when Levi crooked a finger under my chin, lifting my face so I was looking at him again.

“You still have about twenty minutes before we finish setting up for the next series of pictures. Why don’t you lay down and close your eyes for a little bit?” Before I could argue with him, Levi pulled a pillow and blanket out of one of the prop totes and guided me to the other end of the couch. “Matteo, listen to me. I’m not trying to treat you like a child, but we barely scratched the surface on the images John wants us to get today. There’s going to be a lot of work for you to do, and I don’t want you exhausted by the time we wrap up for the day.”

Something about the way Levi’s voice pitched deeper as he spoke made my dick twitch yet again. Deciding it was easier to listen to him than to fight about whether I needed a nap, I lay down, secretly loving the way he cared for me. He draped the blanket over my torso and rubbed my back until my eyes drifted shut. This feels good.

“I’m glad you think so,” Levi whispered. My eyes shot open when I realized I’d said that out loud. Levi ghosted his fingers across my temple and down my jaw. The caress was so tender and light it made my chest ache. “Don’t worry, Teo. There’s nothing to be ashamed of here. No one’s going to judge you for liking to be taken care of.”

I let out a soft sigh and listened as Levi kept talking to me until finally I drifted off to sleep. Sometime later, I awoke to someone gently shaking my shoulder. I looked up to see Levi staring down at me. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, wondering how long I’d been out for. As I sat up, I ran my hands down my face, hoping like hell I didn’t have creases from the pillow across my skin.

When I stood, Levi reached out a hand and wiped a line of drool from the corner of my mouth. Wasn’t that just wonderful? I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. It was a damn good thing I wasn’t interested in Levi because I was pretty sure slobber running down my chin would’ve ruined any sexual chemistry.

Levi led me back to the other side of the set, which was now set up to resemble a toddler’s bedroom. This time, I was more prepared for what we were doing and I was proud of myself for keeping my head high and shoulders back, as if this was all part of the job. Levi rummaged through one of the totes, referring to his clipboard before pulling out a pair of briefs covered in race cars with bright red piping. I tensed when he held them up in front of me as if trying to decide how they’d look stretched across my backside. He shoved them back in the tote and pulled out a more sedate pair with blue and orange stripes.

He handed them to me, motioning toward the dressing room where I’d changed earlier. I glanced around, and realizing we were the only two on the set right then, turned my back to him and stripped off the diaper. Cold air blasted my dick and balls, causing them to retreat into my body for protection. I chuckled at the thought as I pulled on the undies he’d given me.

“Those are much better than the ones John picked out,” Levi mused. I looked over my shoulder and caught him staring at my butt. I fidgeted, pulling my knees together, hoping my dick didn’t decide to wake up under his scrutiny. I couldn’t understand why today, with this man, my broken libido decided to prove I wasn’t sexually dead inside.

I sucked in a sharp breath when Levi ran a single finger down the length of my spine. Goosebumps broke out over my entire body; whether from the central air blasting or his caress I couldn’t be certain, and I didn’t want to overthink the reason.

Levi cleared his throat. I spun around just in time to see him reach down to adjust himself. Usually, I was a bit uncomfortable when people noticed me, but having his attention had the opposite effect. I stepped in, wanting explore my curiosity, but he pushed me away. I held back my disappointment when he said, “Let’s finish getting you dressed and I’ll call Denny and John back in.”

I held out a hand for whatever else he wanted me wearing for the next part of the shoot, stilling when he gathered the T-shirt in his hands and pulled it over my head. It was cut weird; I had the normal amount of room in my shoulders and across my chest, but it was short, almost like the crop tops Peter wore sometimes, but not. His were clearly designed for women, but my shirt looked like it was for a little boy. A toddler.

Levi turned to leave, but I grabbed a hand to stop him. His eyes widened slightly as he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. I wasn’t so oblivious that I didn’t know when I was being checked out, but the way he did wasn’t like when my brothers dragged me to the bars. There, I felt uncomfortable, like I was nothing but a piece of meat, someone’s conquest for the night. When Levi perused my body, I felt… wanted. Cherished. Like he wanted to take care of me, because it’d bring him joy, not because he didn’t trust me to look after myself.

Dammit. I was an idiot, sitting here fantasizing about Levi’s intentions.

“Did you need something, Teo?” The timbre of his voice dropped as he spoke. Usually, only my brothers got away with calling me Teo, but I loved hearing the nickname cross his lips. I shook my head, the nerve to ask him if he knew why I was more intrigued than repulsed by the scenarios we were creating lost. “Why don’t you go over and start playing? Maybe you could draw me a picture?”

My snippy retort was killed by a single quirked eyebrow before Levi walked away. I glared at the set, muttering again about how stupid this all was. Whatever spell had been cast by Levi picking out my outfit and dressing me had been broken by his departure.