Matt's Head Is Full Of Ideas

Matt's head is full of ideas he wants to try. He keeps coming up with them. We headed out to a cafe in Lygon Street for a late breakfast.

"I want to do father son fantasies with you," says Matt. We're at a cafe waiting to order, he just came out with it, as I sip my coffee. I kind of coughed, mid sip.

"Father... son?"

"Yes dad, I've been a bad boy." he looks at me with big, innocent eyes. "A very bad boy."

I remembered the time when it was me who it was assumed would play the son, my how time flies. First time it had been suggested that I play the dad, interesting.

I would have been fifteen when I had you, I think. I guess. "So, did you fancy your father as you were growing up?"

"No, never,” said Matthew. “But I like the idea if you are my father."

I wasn't sure if I was turned on, or turned off.

"Are you ready to order?" asks the clearly bored waiter.

"Yeah, I think," I say. I look over at Matt.

"You're going to have to ground me, punish me for being a bad boy," he whispers as the waiter stands ready to take our order. Good thing his attention has wondered off.

"I'll deal with you when I get you home young man,” I say quietly, I raise my vice. “But right now, he needs to know what you want to eat."

Matt smiles. "I know what I want to..."

"What food do you want...” I lower my voice. “son?"

Matt’s eyes widen, before they drop back to the menu.

“I’ll have the big breakfast,” says Matt. He hands his menu back to the, one has to say, muscular arms of the waiter.

I was getting the hang of it... I was even getting hard.

“I’ll have the big breakfast too,” I say. “Oh, and another coffee.”

“And another coffee for me,” says Matt.