Dallon Weekes was a famous person in the “Littles and Caregivers” community. He owned a pretty bistro in Los Angeles and it was a “special” place for littles, daddies, mommies and non-binary caregivers. He had decided to have that restaurant because he thought that he could help lonely littles, but then they had started to show up at every time, asking for a nice place to stay for few hours. The restaurant soon became a bistro and after few months it was always full of people, and a lot of them weren’t even into the “daddy” scene, they were just curious.
Littles of all kinds could do what they wanted there, they could have proper meals with their significant other or alone with a member of the staff if they needed to be fed. It was a safe place for them, it was a nice and intimate bistro for them. Dallon was really proud of himself, he had worked hard to get where he was.
- Part 1 of Little Bistro
Josh Dun had been working at a music shop for two years. It wasn’t enough to pay for everything he needed but it was a start. He was only twenty-two and he was living on his own, he was gay and single, not that great for his age but he didn’t like one night stands. Josh was always tired, always, but he couldn’t do much. He was searching another job and he had left his curriculum all over the city. He hoped for the best even if he knew that a twenty-two years old guy with bright pink hair, stretched lobes and tattoos wasn’t exactly the best employee.
“Have you ever heard of the CG/L community?” Josh blinked and furrowed his eyebrows. “I take that as a “no”. Listen, I like you, you look like a nice guy and I want to give you a chance. I’ll give you a book that a friend of mine wrote about this topic, read it and tell me if you’re into this or not and which role you have. Come back here on Wednesday.” Dallon said calmly.
“Thank you.” Josh murmured. “Thank you so much for this opportunity.”
- Part 2 of Little Bistro
[Sequel to "Little Bistro"]
In the past year Dallon had opened two more bistros around the USA, one in Provo and one in Las Vegas. Brendon had been there, he had seen the one in New York as well and Brendon loved them, they were so cute and filled with adorable stuff. Dallon worked so hard and he rarely was at home, Brendon hated it but he could always spend his days at the bistro with him. He was still in love with him and they still were happy, sure they had their arguments and dumb fights but they always solved everything. Brendon was glad to have Dallon in his life.
Brendon was a bubbly and soft little, Dallon never had enough of him. He liked to snuggle and he liked to kiss all over his face until he laughed, squirming and giggling while kicking his feet. He missed being able to spend his nights with him, he missed having him around and that was the main reason why he had asked him if he wanted to work with him. Plus Brendon could play with the costumers and that could help the other littles to feel comfortable there. Dallon really hoped to hear him say that he was going to work with him but he knew that Brendon was stubborn.
- Part 3 of Little Bistro