Page 15 of A Tall Order (Shade Grown Coffee Boys #1)

"Someone's all chipper today," Clara says as she enters my office. She is holding a single file and I'm hoping it's what I think it is. She stops on the other side of my desk and hands it over.

I don't have much in my office as far as personal items. It's not huge, just a typical room in a three story building. The rest of our office is one large room, sectioned off for each department. My office, as much as I don't like it, is the only one with walls and a door I can close if needed.

I flip through the file and smile. It's the payment agreement from the late payment resident and she's holding up her end of the deal so far. Every fortnight, when she gets paid, she's giving a set amount on top of her monthly rent going forward. It'll take about two more months and as long as she doesn't miss a payment to us, she won't be evicted.

"I'm just ready for the holidays next week." A whole week off. I haven't told Austin I've been able to secure the whole week just yet. I'm not technically off, but I'll be working from home. Which means I'm going to try and work from Austin's home or have him come to my house. I fully plan on taking him and picking him up from work for the three days he works next week.

I'm going to be working on looking at the campground we'll be visiting, doing some research on previous owners, what the camp was used for, potential for it. I'll have to put together some spreadsheets and reports for cost to upkeep and bookers and such. All of that can be done while Austin is at work.

"Are you doing anything with that new boyfriend of yours?"

I didn't lie to Austin when I told him I've told everyone about us. Even those in my office know that I'm in a relationship. They don't know all the details, of course, like our dynamic or the fact that Austin was my best friend's fiancé at one point. They know I'm crazy about him and that's more than enough for me.

"Just doing the family thing," I say. "How about you and your family?"

"Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade in the morning. The kids go feral for Santa at the end. Then we're going to be going to my Dad's. After which, Dave will have to rummage around in our closet to find the elf so we can bring her back this holiday season."

"I never understood the concept of the elf," I say honestly. Granted, I don't have kids and I didn't have a Little long enough that I ever thought about it. Would Austin find it fun or lame? Maybe I'll ask him .

"It might be a bit manipulative, but at least my kids listen for a month out of the year." She shrugs and I can't help but laugh at the joke. "I'll let you get to it. I just wanted to bring that to you before we left for the day. She also sends her thanks to you for working with her. Says she wishes more people were like you: quote, treating her like a person and not just a dollar sign, end quote."

"I'm not in the business to knock people lower down the ladder. I was there once, struggling to build this business and just stay afloat."

"You're a good man, Remington. Have a great evening."

"You too, Clara. Thank you."

I wrap up the two tasks I planned for today and shut down my computer and turn off the work phone. I head out of the office, saying bye to those still working. The threat of snow is growing with each day and I tuck my hands into the pockets of my jacket while I make my way to the parking garage. Working in the city is nice, except for the parking. I have to cross the street and walk half a block. It's not far and ninety percent of the time it's fine. The wind is brutal today and cold.

I check my phone as I let the car warm up. Austin has a busy day today. He texted me once this morning to let me know that and that he was looking forward to seeing me tonight. Every time he calls me Daddy, even in a text, my stomach flips happily and I can't help but smile.

It's only ten past five and I know Austin won't be home until seven. I made him promise to not stay late today. I know he's had a rough week and I'm more than happy to give him an evening to relax. I stop by the store on the way to his house and grab the ingredients to make us a proper meal of grilled chicken bites with asparagus. I know that Austin has the lemon-pepper seasoning already so I don't bother with it. I also grab a small container of ice cream, knowing that if he's in Little space up until bed time he'll ask for a bowl before bed. It's become his thing.

The house is neat when I arrive. No dishes in the sink, trash recently emptied. The only sign of anything are the stuffies and blanket laying on the chair in the playroom and his pajamas I'm assuming he wore last night. He didn't say anything about doing this while on the phone. Was his day worse than he let on or did he just want to indulge a bit?

I will definitely make sure he gets all the Little time tonight. Starting with a hot dinner when he gets home, making a blanket fort and watching a movie in the living room, and then end it with a warm bath. I pass the hour and a half until Austin gets home by preparing dinner and then going to the playroom to pick out his outfit for the night. I couldn't help myself when I bought new clothes for him. I also pick up a coloring book here and there when I go to the store.

I lay the clothes out on the chair and fold the blanket over the arm. Koka and Kola sit upright. Their names still make me laugh. I know we decided to go public with Thanksgiving, but I'll ask him what he wants to do for Christmas because I have this need to spoil my boy.

The front door opens when I'm in the kitchen finishing up dinner. I move to look and smile when I see Austin pulling off his coat and hanging it up in the closet. He turns toward me and my smile falls. I forget about dinner for a moment and rush across the space to him.

"Aussie, baby, what's wrong? "

"Daddy," he chokes the word out and buries his face into my chest as he wraps his arms around me. I can feel his whole weight sink into me and I adjust my grip to hold him up.

"It's okay, baby. I'm right here." I kiss the top of his head and hug him tighter. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Austin shakes his head against my chest but doesn't move away. I let him stand there for a couple more minutes before I move to have him look up at me. His eyes are red rimmed and there are tear streaks running down his cheeks. His bottom lip still trembles.

"Baby, you need to talk to me about it." I keep my arms around him, but maneuver him into the kitchen so I can pull the food out of the oven. Austin doesn't say anything as I set it on the stove so it doesn't burn. He glues himself to me as we move toward the playroom. I start stripping him out of his clothes and he finally takes a shuddery breath and talks.

"This week has been hard. Like, really hard and not just because I missed you. There's so much I have to do at work before Friday and one of the employees is leaving so I have to find a replacement by next week or we're going to be too short staffed and the health inspector is coming and Tyler is still learning the procedures in the cafe. It's just a lot and I'm sleepy."

I drop his shirt and reach for the button of his pants while leaning down to kiss him gently. He gives me the lead easily and I brush my tongue against his. I can feel his hands on me while I push his pants past his hips and let them fall to his ankles. When I pull back from his lips, his cheeks are dry now, but I can see that he really is tired. There are small circles under his beautiful blue eyes and his body slumps forward, like he's looking for something else to hold him up .

I run my hands down his arms before bending to help him step out of his pants and shoes. "Come here and lay down, okay? I want you to take a little nap and then I'll come back and wake you up for dinner."

He follows my instructions without a word. I get him settled on the chair and tuck the blanket tight around him, putting Koka under one arm and propping Kola up against the arm rest. "He'll keep watch over you, baby. You sleep for a bit and I'll be back to get you for dinner and a bath afterward."

"Thank you, Daddy." His voice is just a whisper but it tugs at my heart all the same. I brush the hair from his forehead and lean down to kiss it.

"You're welcome, Aussie. Sweet dreams."

I plan on letting him sleep for no more than forty minutes. I stick the food back in the oven and turn it to the lowest setting to keep warm. I want to continually poke my head in and look at him, but I know he needs the rest. I know that my line of work is one step removed from real customer service so I don't fully understand how much work he does in a day. Having to be on your feet for close to twelve hours a day can't be easy either. He's been putting in overtime this week and I wish he'd talk to his boss about it. Even if his boss seems like the kind of guy that doesn't listen all that well. No one needs to work in a place that's going to make them cry when they come home.

It makes me wonder if there's something else going on with Austin that he hasn't told me about. I know he's worried about me meeting his family. If that's the case, I'm more than willing to step back and let him go alone. I add it to the list of things we'll have to talk about when he's back in his big headspace. I look at the time and see it's been half an hour. I get up from the couch and head to the playroom. Austin is fast asleep, curled into a ball on the oversized chair. I have the same one at home and both have been well used over the past few weeks. His hair is falling back over his forehead and the blanket has come untucked and wraps around his legs. But what stops me in my tracks— and admittedly makes me smile— is his thumb stuck in his mouth. He isn't sucking on it, letting me know he's truly asleep.

This is something new. I don't recall ever seeing him suck his thumb, even with Paul. He's sucked on his fingers before, mostly when he's wanting something or upset, but not this. I get the feeling that his subconscious is regressing further than Austin is allowing himself when he's awake. I don't like the idea of Austin holding himself back when he's Little. I can care for him like that just as easily and he knows this. We've talked about it. Whatever he wants to do, I'll be there for him.

"Aussie?" I pull his thumb out of his mouth slowly and run my own thumb over his bottom lip. He tries to suck on it without even opening his eyes and something in me stirs. While I'm no stranger to bottles or pacifiers, I've never had a partner— relationship or scene— use me to suck on. Images of Austin curled up against my side, me holding a bottle for him or him using me to suckle and soothe himself, flashes through my mind and I'm instantly hard at the thought. I adjust myself in my jeans before attempt number two at waking him up.

When he opens his eyes and blinks up at me, I can't help but smile wider. "Did you sleep well, baby?"

He nods his head twice before his eyes flutter back closed. I give a small chuckle before pulling the blanket back and waking him up once more. "Come on, baby. We need to get some food in your tummy. Up, up. "

"Thank you, Daddy. I needed that." I'm not sure if he's fully awake still because he wraps his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. I don't bother with his clothes just yet, knowing they'll be stripped after dinner anyway. The house is warm enough he won't be cold in just his briefs.

"I'm always here for whatever you need, Aussie." I tap his leg and get him to sit down in one of the chairs at the dining table. I make sure to lock eyes with him before I say the next words. My hand cups the side of his face. "You just need to ask."

He doesn't say anything but gives me a small nod and smile. I move to the kitchen and get our food plated. I take the time to cut his up into bite sized pieces and put it in his sectioned plate. I add a cup of juice with it and carry it to the table. I kiss the top of his head and he smiles up at me.

We eat dinner in silence. I don't make Austin say anything, even if I can see it behind his eyes. That will be a conversation for later. Tonight, I want him to forget about everything and just be. Have fun, play.

"This is good, Daddy." He has just a few more bites left of the asparagus when he talks. I know he prefers his fruits over veggies, but he doesn't complain about eating them. He really is my good boy. He'll definitely get some ice cream tonight. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Aussie." I finish off my food and set my fork down across my plate. "I got us some ice cream for later too, but first I thought maybe we could play a bit."

Austin's eye light up at the mention of ice cream and his grin is genuine. "I love ice cream, Daddy. What kind?"

I sit back in the chair and fold my arms over my chest, trying not to smirk. "Oh, just your favorite. "

"Chocolate mooses?" His voice takes on a higher octave and his body wiggles in his seat.

"Chocolate Moose Tracks," I correct and nod. His face splits into a huge grin and within a second he's climbing onto my lap. My dick is still half-hard from the image supplied to me earlier and I think he feels that when he sits on my lap. His eyes go wide and flick down to my lap and then back up.

"Daddy? Are you thinking naughty things?" His voice is sing-song and so fucking adorable. I was trying not to think naughty things, but now I am. I blame him and his cuteness. He leans closer to my face, scratches his fingers through my beard, and whispers, "I want to do those things too."

I don't give him much warning before I seal our lips together, wrapping my arms around his body and pulling him as close to me as I can. He parts his lips and I push my tongue against his. It's hot and frenzied. I can feel his hands between us, blindly trying to undo my jeans. It's a bit hard to do in our current position.

He lets out a small, frustrated whimper that goes straight to my cock. I scoot the chair back, giving us both more room. I move my lips to Austin's neck while he scoots back just a couple of inches, balancing on my knees, and successfully undoes my jeans.

"Daddy, I need you." His voice is full of that need. I scrape my teeth lightly against his shoulder and smile when he shivers. My hands go to his ass while his right hand reaches into my boxers and wraps around my dick. I'm already past the point of wanting to take this to the bedroom or even the couch. I know my cock is leaking precum and I move one hand around to palm his own cock. There's already a wet spot forming on his boxers .

"You're so hot, baby. Lean back against the table for me. I want to make you feel good."

Austin does as I ask and I take in his body. He doesn't have any hair on his chest and there's just a tiny bit below his bellybutton. His nipples are a faded pink and adorable. I want to lick them. His cock is surrounded by a small patch of hair when I pull his briefs down. He stands up quickly to pull them all the way off but then settles back down on my lap.

His cock is smaller than mine by a good bit. I swallow the moan that comes from his lips when I wrap my hand around both of us. I collect the precum from our cocks to make the glide easier. Austin drops his head down, lips parted, as he watches my hand move up and down our cocks.

"It feels so good, Daddy." I can feel the start of my orgasm, but Austin's cock is red and his balls are pulled tight to his body already. He's moving his hips, thrusting into my fist and giving that extra friction that sends tingles through my body. His voice goes even higher as he edges closer to his release. It's intoxicating hearing him, hearing such an innocent voice say dirty things. "I need to come, Daddy. My balls are too full. I’m going to explode."

I smile to myself at his exaggeration. In a moment's decision, I move my hand from our cocks and lift him up onto the edge of the table. I don't give him much warning before my mouth is on him and I'm taking him to the back of my throat. My other hand cups his balls and tugs, fondling them between my fingers.

"Yes, Daddy. Yes. I'm going to come!" I pull up until just his cockhead is in my mouth and tongue around the soft head. I trace the little vein he has on the underside of his cock, angling his dick to where his slit pushes against the roof of my mouth and gives him that extra sensation. I can taste his cum on my tongue and I swallow around him.

I wrap my hand around my own cock and jerk to the same tempo I bob my head between Austin's legs. He's a mess of jumbled words and I feel his legs closing around my head as he gets closer to his orgasm. I speed up my hand, wanting to come with him.

"Daddy, fuck. Daddy, I'm coming. I'm coming."

And he does. His cum fills my mouth and I swallow it down, slurping sounds filling the space as I lick him clean. I pull off his softening cock and bury my face against the crease of his thigh as I come in my own hand. It's messy and I'll have to clean the drops off the floor, but I don't care about that right now.

When I sit back and look at him, laying on the table around our empty plates, I smile. I tuck myself back into my briefs and wipe my hand on the fabric as best I can. I stand up, helping Austin to do the same. He looks way more relaxed now. He wraps his arms around me and snuggles against my chest. I laugh when he lifts my shirt and hides his head under so his face is directly on my chest. The hairs on my stomach tickle as they move with each of his panted breaths.

"My silly boy," I say as I pull the shirt off my body, revealing his sneaky grin. His eyes are bright now, no sign of his tears or stress from earlier. "You are too cute. Do you want to go play now?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please. Can we build a blanket fort? And watch a movie and color?" His words are rushed out and I can't help but let out a small laugh. I know my boy so well.

"We can do whatever you want, baby. Do you want to put some clothes on?"

"Nope." He hops down from the table and kisses me once more before crossing the space to the living room. His butt is round and cute. I want to chase after him.

"Daddy needs to change his clothes," I announce. "I'll be right back."