Quentin started drinking his juice with the straw as Daniel spoke, eyes on him and listening attentively, completely oblivious to what he was doing. He nodded and finally let it go at the last part.
"That...sounds really nice," he admitted, unaccountably embarrassed about it, looking down at his juice (which he'd chugged a good portion of). "I think that's, um...well, I swear I'm not really dwelling on him but I think part of why I'm...freaking out so much at Eliot not being here is that, um, he's good at...getting me to that space and the prospect of living without a...a break like that is..." He trailed off and shook his head, looking down.
"Well, I can't promise to be quite as good as Eliot - at least not for the first go-round - but I'll do my best. Is there anything I should know about how to get you there? Or what not to do?" He'd never been in the habit of assuming he was the god of all BDSM - it was so personal, so individual, that everyone had different reactions to different things. And an emotional bond, like Eliot and Q, could be on an entirely different level.
Quentin thought about it again, about what Eliot did other than just be himself. "Um, this is weird but call me Q instead of Quentin? I don't know, the nickname just..." He shrugged. "Or other things that aren't my name. Sweetheart or whatever, maybe."
A dark thought flitted through that Eliot had probably developed that "baby boy" habit so he didn't say wrong names in bed, but he pushed it away, annoyed. "Generally be, like, nice? Instead of mean? Don't make fun of me, give me time if I'm struggling with something. Ummm...helping me stay relaxed is good. Telling me what to expect next helps with that, so I can't, like, freak out wondering if I'm missing a cue or doing the right thing."
Daniel nodded, making mental notes. "That's very good. I like being nice, anyway." He could do strict and intimidating with great gusto, but his natural inclination most of the time was to be softer. He'd be happy to treat Quentin with care and return him to Eliot in good condition when he came back.
Quentin nodded. "I guess this is, uh, probably true for anyone but a lot of it just comes with time. I'll...you know, try my best, but um, I won't be that surprised if I just...can't, at first." Bitterly fucking disappointed? Yes. Surprised? Not especially. "It may take a couple tries for me to, you know, trust that nothing bad is gonna happen, you know?"
"Of course. That's perfectly normal, darling. This isn't a situation where you have to go into subspace at the snap of my fingers or my ego will be irreparably bruised. If it takes time, it takes time. That's all right." Another thing that Daniel had learned over his life that no matter how trustworthy you really were, it took some people time to trust you - especially in such a vulnerable situation. "We'll take it as it comes. Which wasn't a pun on purpose."
Quentin felt his shoulders relax a little, when he hadn't even realized he was holding them up, and he nodded. It helped to hear that Daniel wouldn't be mad at him if he couldn't.
The last part startled a laugh out of him. "I mean, it can be," he said, corners of his mouth turned up in this little smile. "I'm sure there'll be plenty of both. Taking things and coming." He didn't make it through without a bit of a blush, but he was still smiling.
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"That...sounds really nice," he admitted, unaccountably embarrassed about it, looking down at his juice (which he'd chugged a good portion of). "I think that's, um...well, I swear I'm not really dwelling on him but I think part of why I'm...freaking out so much at Eliot not being here is that, um, he's good at...getting me to that space and the prospect of living without a...a break like that is..." He trailed off and shook his head, looking down.
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A dark thought flitted through that Eliot had probably developed that "baby boy" habit so he didn't say wrong names in bed, but he pushed it away, annoyed. "Generally be, like, nice? Instead of mean? Don't make fun of me, give me time if I'm struggling with something. Ummm...helping me stay relaxed is good. Telling me what to expect next helps with that, so I can't, like, freak out wondering if I'm missing a cue or doing the right thing."
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The last part startled a laugh out of him. "I mean, it can be," he said, corners of his mouth turned up in this little smile. "I'm sure there'll be plenty of both. Taking things and coming." He didn't make it through without a bit of a blush, but he was still smiling.