February 6, 2014 by Lyn
“Are you sure… are you certain you want to do this?” Gregori’s hand was still on Speed’s back. He wasn’t directing; he wasn’t pushing Speed in any direction at all.
Speed took a breath. He took another breath. Two, three, four. “They’re my parents.” He run his fingers over his bare throat. “They’re not bad people. I like them. They might be a bit confused, but they’re… they’re not bad. They’re really not bad parents at all.” He peeked up at his… not-his-Keeper. His Master. His… friend? Gregori, either way. “They’re not gonna get it, or anything, but they won’t flip their lids. They’re not those kinds of parents.”
“It’s your decision, Speed.” Gregori took Speed’s chin in his hand. “This sort of decision has to be yours.”
Speed swallowed. “It was easier when I didn’t have to make any though.”
“This isn’t about being easier for you. When has this ever been about being easy?
Speed sulked. “Never, sir.”
“So. Your parents will be here in twenty minutes. Will you meet with them?”
Speed squirmed. “Yes. Yes, I will. Sir… Sir, will you come with me?”
Gregori watched him without answering for a moment. Speed’s heart was pounding, thumping, climbing out of his chest. “No.” The answer was so calm and so deliberate that Speed almost missed it.
“As you say, sir.”
“But I’ll come in after fifteen minutes. That should give you enough time to make nice before you spring your gay top on them.”
Speed nuzzled along his master’s shoulder. “My gay top?” He’d handed worse than that to his parents. “I think they deserve it, for not telling me about the fae.”
“Fifteen minutes. Now go put your pants on.” Gregori smacked against Speed’s ass roughly. “And a shirt.”
Speed’s parents, waiting patiently upstairs in the Dining Hall, looked different. It took Speed a moment to realize that his father, at least, was un-Masked.
Whatever everyone kept saying about this school, Speed’s dad was definitely his biological father. Saluki ears, the fur a couple shades darker than Speed’s, hung on either side of his head, against the length of Speed’s and the exact same shade.
Those ears perked up as Speed approached. “Oh, good.” He stood – he wasn’t a tall man, barely taller than his son, but he had a presence to him Speed had never been able to figure out. “When we got your letter, that you didn’t want to come home…”
“We were worried something horrible had happened.” Speed’s mother looked… she looked human. She looked younger than she had, the last time he’d seen her, and brighter, her hair shinier and more natural-seeming, her eyebrows arched. She patted his arm in the same matronly worried fashion as always, though. “We know the school is full of fae, of course, and fae can be…”
“Capricious.” Speed’s father enveloped him in a hug. “Glad to see you’re still yourself.”
This was not the meeting he’d expected. Speed looked between the two of them. “Not surprised?” he managed. “I mean, about the ears. Well, I guess you wouldn’t be, would you?”
“I’m glad you take after me, but, then… have you named your first child, yet?”
That came out of left field. Speed blinked. “I was with a guy all year.”
He’d never specifically said anything to his parents about his tastes, but he’d never been secretive about it, either. His father neither flinched nor faltered.
“You’re a fae, son. I’m surprised either of you let that stop you.”
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