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Elon did not think much of people. To be fair very few people liked him -- because they were jealous of his intelligence, strength, his Alpha status, and his ability to have only sons to pass on his superior genetics.
There was something about JD though, with his rugged good looks, muscles carved by his time as a Marine, his own cleverness in that plebian sort of way, and his deep blue eyes that you could drown in, his commanding voice as he put women and libs in their place... He was the sort of rough like he imagined the miners in his family's old emerald mine to be, except... Better.
JD was the sort of Alpha Male that had Elon wondering what it might be like to grapple with him, Greco-Roman style, their naked and oiled skin sliding against one another as they fought for supremacy...
A tiny part of Elon (that he'd always been terrified to listen to before) wondered if losing to JD would be so terrible.
Elon had assumed the couch to be the submissive one, and he'd been devastated to be wrong.
"It's alright, Sport One, your daddy's right here," Daddy Walz whispered, as he gently ran his callused fingers through Elon's hair, and kissed his forehead, "While you sleep, Daddy will protect you."
It had all worked out in the end, Elon mused as he snuggled closer into JD's side, while Daddy Walz stood watch.