Walt & Dan an Seahorse Love Story
Or
From Best Friends to Baby Bump
By Maxim Von Mayerling
Note to the Reader: Well, Reader, I spent December with my family to refresh myself before working on this story. When I wrote about Officer Stephens, this story also appeared in my ideas sheet. A podcast I heard featured a trans man and his cisgender partner discussing his potential envy and regret regarding her carrying their child. The discussion included the pros and cons of his non-participation. The story idea came to me. A small percentage of trans men regret not having children. So I wrote a story about these options. It might be another partial AI written sex story like before. I apologise in advance to any transgender individuals if I’ve misrepresented them in my writing. I wrote with passion, but I acknowledge my limitations in fully understanding their experiences. So hopefully write in the comments where I could change the story and if you liked it fine, Overture is over, sit and enjoy this unusual love story.
Chapter 1
The scent of fresh paint and excitement welcomed Walt into the lobby of the modern, sleek glass building that housed his law practice. The vast space with massive windows reflecting a bustling atmosphere of aspiring professionals and established legal experts always took Walt’s breath away. It reminded him of the long hours he put in to have his office on the eighteenth floor—and his name on the door. Still, it’d be nowhere without the view. Towering skyscrapers and the sun dipping behind them never failed to inspire him and remind him of just how lucky he was.
He often wondered when he’d take it for granted, and truth be told, sometimes he caught himself doing exactly that. Tonight wasn’t one of those times.
Walt attended the opening party of Dan’s clothing business that was located right beneath his office, on the ground floor, which proved to be quite the fortuitous arrangement. He smiled as he stepped towards the stylish shop, complete with black-and-white-chequered floors, rich mahogany shelves, and vintage mirrors that added a sense of sophistication and class. The outfits were standing on their mannequins, ready for people to try on when it opened tomorrow, and there would be plenty to try them out.
Dan himself stood by the entrance, wearing a sleek, dark suit that only emphasised the athletic physique hidden beneath. He welcomes the guests with many friends or future ones that he would make. His sweet voice presented a loving delight.
Dan’s blonde hair neatly combed back, except for one strand that kept falling into his striking green eyes. He had a charming smile, one that Walt seems to remember from somewhere. As Walt watched, the man spoke to the queue of guests entering his store, his presence gave nothing to Walt.
The mystery wasn’t getting clearer, especially since Wait’s invite had Dan adding, “glad to see you old friend.” He couldn’t shake off the notion that they had known each other from a while ago, but where?
But before he could dwell on the thought, Dan approached him with an outstretched hand and a warm greeting.
“Walt, I’m so glad you could make it!” Dan looked genuinely pleased as he shook Walt’s hand and let go with a light tap.
With those eyes, Walt suddenly realised where he had seen the sparkling green orbs before. He and Dan had gone to the same high school, the same, albeit he hadn’t seen Dan since. He had believed that Dan was his old friend’s cousin with the same name, but it was him, the best friend who was the school’s tomboy, fully matured into the gentleman greeting him.
“Dan, I’m impressed with how well you look. Didn’t recognise you; congrats on your business! It’s conveniently below my office.” Walt’s eyes scanned the racks of gender-neutral clothes and tailored refits with a renewed interest as he pieced together their history.
“Yeah, I’ve come a long way from our high school days,” Dan chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “But this place here? It’s more than just a shop. It’s a place for people to express themselves, to truly be themselves,” Dan replied, his gaze sweeping over the space affectionately. “I never thought I’d end up here in the concrete jungle, but then again, neither did you, right?”
Dan’s emerald green eyes seemed to peruse Walt in appraisal. His gaze lingered a little longer than necessary, leaving a tingle in its wake. This was a recent development, one Walt couldn’t help but feel intrigued by.
“Indeed,” conceded Walt. “I’d say we both took very unusual paths from our high school days.”
As they continued their reminiscing, the years peeled away, and Walt almost felt like they were back in high school once more. They talked about everything, from how Dan was always the class clown to how the teachers would always scold him for pushing the boundaries. They also talked about Walt’s first love, and how there was a time when he’d thought Lena would be his one and only.
Dan listened, attentive, nodding in all the right places, and offering anecdotes of his own. He knew Lena might be a sore subject for Walt, especially since the divorce was less than two years old, and for an entire year, he was almost was a ghost mourning his marriage, but his wounds were fading and Lena’s name was indifferent to him now.
Eventually, Dan excused himself to attend to the crowd of fashion enthusiasts that flocked to his shop. And as Walt watched him make his rounds, he couldn’t help but see just how far Dan had come since high school.
It was then that Dan called out to him from across the room, eyes glinting with suggestion. “Walt, may I cut in there for a minute? I was hoping to steal you away and show you something.”
The sudden flare of excitement in Dan’s voice caught Walt off-guard. He couldn’t help but feel curious, not that he’d needed much convincing. After all, it wasn’t every day that he got invited to an opening night at a clothing store.
Dan guided Walt between the racks of elegant suits and dresses, the smell of new clothes and fresh possibilities permeating the surrounding air.
Eventually, they stopped in front of a large, full-length mirror. “What do you think?” Dan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, Walt didn’t understand the question. But then he turned his attention to their reflection and finally saw it. Standing side by side, they looked like two halves of the same whole, a pair of complementing opposites - Dan, with his fair complexion, and Walt, with his tanned skin. Each one breathtakingly handsome in their own right.
It might have gone unnoticed by the casual observer, but not between these two. The subtle pull they felt was undeniable, a magnetism that lingered between them, charging the atmosphere.
Dan broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think we could’ve been friends in high school if things had been different?”
Walt considered Dan’s question for a long moment. “You’re a brave man, Dan. It takes a lot to be true to yourself.”
Walt’s words brought a nostalgic smile to Dan’s face.
“Thank you. That means a lot coming from you. But I wasn’t always this confident. I had my fair share of struggles, especially when I was transitioning. Sometimes I didn’t know if I was making the right decision, if I was strong enough to face the world as my true self.”
He turned to face Walt, his eyes filled with sincerity. “But every time I looked in the mirror, I saw myself staring back, the person I always knew I was. And that gave me the courage to keep going, even when the road seemed too difficult to navigate.”
The confession seemed to resonate deeply with Walt, who stared at Dan with newfound admiration. It was rare to encounter someone so authentic, who wore vulnerability like a badge of honour.
“Dan, I want you to know that I respect the hell out of you,” Walt admitted. “It’s difficult to live life on your own terms, especially when society is always trying to dictate who and what you should be.”
Dan grinned, appreciating the kind words. “I think we can all learn a thing or two from each other. I know I have. Strength doesn’t always have to mean physical prowess. Sometimes, it’s the quiet moments of resistance and determination that count just as much.”
Walt couldn’t help but feel a renewed appreciation for Dan. His confidence, along with his ability to face adversity head-on, left a profound impact on Walt. He wanted to learn more about this intriguing man, who seemed to possess such a depth of understanding about himself and the world around him.
And, as if sensing Walt’s curiosity, Dan continued to regale him with stories of his journey, since he and Walt parted at high school, never shying away from the hardships or challenges he had faced along the way.
Dan’s openness was refreshing and intoxicating, leaving Walt longing for more. He wanted to bask in Dan’s warm energy, to learn from his experiences and live vicariously through the tales of his adventures.
As the night went on, the pair engaged in flirty banter, exchanging playful barbs that grew increasingly suggestive as they became more comfortable with each other. It seemed as if the years that had separated them had vanished in an instant, their connection as strong as ever.
Lost in conversation, they barely noticed the flow of guests around them - the world seemed to pause, leaving only the two in their own little bubble.
Finally, Walt checked his watch and sighed. “I’m sorry. I hate to do this, but I should probably call this a night. It’s a big day tomorrow and a hot date with my pillow.”
Dan chuckled at Walt’s words. “No worries, Walt. I should probably wrap up and head home myself.”
Walt continued, “This has been incredibly eye-opening. I’m glad we could connect like this.”
The two exchanged a smile, a silent agreement hanging in the air.
Dan’s green eyes sparkled as he pulled back and reached into his coat pocket, producing a small business card with a flourish. He added his private number onto the card. The handwriting still displayed his creative nature.
“Let me treat you to lunch next week - a way of thanking you for stopping by and showing your support,” Dan offered.
Walt raised a brow. “I figured as much, but I can assure you this wasn’t merely a friendly visit.”
He paused, looking deep into Dan’s eyes for a moment, losing himself in their emerald depths. Something changed for a minute. His heart was beating faster as he held Dan’s hand.
Then he took the business card and flashed a disarming grin. “See you next week, Dan.”
As they exchanged goodbyes, the spark between them was palpable. The connection that had been simmering throughout the evening had grown beyond their control. Walt couldn’t help but feel a flicker of excitement in his chest, a small fire smouldering at the possibility of what could transpire between them.
Dan walked him to the door, placing a gentle, lingering hand on the small of his back as they made their way through the throngs of guests.
The intimate touch ignited a warm flush in Walt’s cheeks and a fire in his heart, a longing that he could no longer ignore.
As they stood before the entrance, Dan leaned in conspiratorially, his warm breath tickling Walt’s ear. “I’m looking forward to our lunch date. I have a feeling it will be more than just a thank-you.”
The electric charge between them threatened to set the very air around them alight as Dan pulled back, eyes shining with unspoken promises.
“Until next week, then,” Walt murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He slipped through the glass doors, not daring to look back for fear of shattering the delicate connection that had grown between them.
As he walked to his office, the bustling metropolis seemed to fade away, leaving only the memory of Dan’s electrifying presence. Each step felt lighter than the last, a silent testament to the surge of anticipation and excitement that bubbled within him.
He couldn’t suppress the small smile that graced his lips as he stepped into the elevator, replaying the night’s events in a sensuous mental montage that tantalised every one of his senses and left him eager for their next encounter.
After all, Dan was no longer just a classmate whom he’d lost touch with; he was a vivacious, magnetic force that had reignited something deep within Walt, igniting sparks that sent tingles of desire to dance across his skin. Something more than just old friends, it was like something forgotten was now rediscovered.
