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Orion looks absolutely adorable in the clothes I dress him in. It took two boxes for us to find the one with clothes. He picks out the short sleeved bodysuit with baby dinosaurs on it. He doesn't want to go with no underwear, so he keeps his on and we pair the suit with tan shorts that hit mid thigh for him. The clothes fit true to size, thankfully, and he seems much more comfortable in them. I know he'll need these pants for work tomorrow, so I'm careful to fold them and put them on top of my dresser.

We go through the other boxes. There aren't many and I want to take him to the store to pick out some more of the intimate items. If he wants them. For now, we continue with unboxing everything.

I bought one of those low bench seat type things, with the storage compartments under it. It came with a long cushion to lay on the top. Orion decided he was going to sit on it while I was putting away some of the toys. Which put me squarely between his legs. His giggles whenever I sigh and put my hand on his thigh to move him out of the way told me that he saw this as a game more than anything. By the fourth time he "moved" to be right in my way, I put both of my hands on his thighs and kneel before him. His face is a couple inches higher than mine with this position, so I use it to my advantage. I bury my face against his neck and blow raspberries against his skin. His giggles turn to full laughter and it fills the room. His hands push against my chest to push me away, but I double down. My arms wrap around him and I pull him off the seat.

We wrestle for a minute, both trying to get the other on their back. His attempt is admirable, but futile. I'm stronger than him and while I'd never use that against him for real, I end up straddling his thighs and pin his arms to the floor above his head. He's smiling and he looks so carefree. "You got me, Daddy."

"I did, baby." I keep his hands pinned as I lean down and kiss him. I kiss his nose, his cheeks, chin, neck. He's laughing again, squirming to break free of my grip, but he can't. Finally, I move back up to kiss his lips. He parts his lips for me and I take full advantage to swipe my tongue against his. I'm addicted to his kisses. He always tastes sweet and his lips are soft. I drop my hips against his, keeping most of my weight off him. We end up laying on the floor, kissing and hands roaming, for who knows how long. Unpacking is completely forgotten. I find the will to stop when Orion breaks our current round of kisses with a yawn. "Getting sleepy?"

"No." He flat out lies to me, but his lips are pulled into a smirk. I sit up, wishing for a moment that we hadn't decided to get distracted on the hard floor. I have a rug in this room, but it doesn’t give much padding. Orion sits up with me.

"How about you go take a shower in Daddy's bathroom and I'll come join you in a minute?"

"What are you going to do?" he asks. We both stand up and head across the hall. "Undress me?"

I don't hesitate to direct him to lay on the bed and start taking off his clothes. "I'm going to go clean the dishes downstairs and get you your bottle. If you want it."

"Yes, please." I fold the shorts and lay them to the side before pulling on his hands to get him to sit up. The bodysuit is one piece and I have to pull his arms out first and then pull it down his legs. "Can I wear this again after the shower?"

"Of course, honey. Daddy will keep it right here for you." I move to strip him out of his briefs as well. "Did you want to wear anything else with it?"

"What else do I have?" He looks up at me through his lashes and his face is absolute perfection and peak cuteness.

"I bought a pair of training pants, just in case you wanted to try them." I lay the bodysuit over the shorts and pull him up to his feet.

"Okay." He nods "I'd like to try that."

"Perfect," I say. I kiss him once more, just a quick peck. "You are perfect, Orion. Go jump in the shower and I'll be right back."

I don't take long downstairs. Ten minutes max. I stop at the playroom, where we got barely anything done. I want to go to the store sometime this weekend to get more things for him, if he is able to go. I know he doesn't work on the weekends, but I'm not sure if he has anything else he needs to do. The bathroom is steamed up when I walk in, shedding my clothes in record time. Orion has his eyes closed and is rinsing shampoo out of his hair when I step in behind him. He jumps at my touch.

"I really hope that's you," he says.

"It is," I say. His body relaxes and I lift my hands to comb through his hair, making sure all the suds are gone. When I'm sure it's all cleaned out, he finally opens his eyes and looks at me. The shower has plenty of space for the both of us to move around. I lean around him, to the wall opposite of the glass doors, and turn on the second shower head opposite the one that Orion is using.

"I feel like this shower cost more than what I make in a year," Orion says with a small laugh. It almost sounds deprecating the way he says it. I fix my eyes on him and give him a disappointing look.

"Money is the last thing you need to compare between us." I step closer to him, in the one spot that neither of the shower heads reaches, and pull him close to me. "I'm proud of the work I do and I know you love your job too. That —" I put as much emphasis on the word as I can. "Is all that matters, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry." He does look sorry, like he knows he shouldn't compare. I know that he doesn't have a lot of money. I haven't been inside his apartment, but if it's anything like the outside, I can't imagine they are well maintained. I worry about him sleeping there alone; it's that natural Daddy instinct to keep him safe, but I know that we're already moving fast with this relationship that I have to hold off from asking him to move in. He just signed his lease too and buying that out would cost a good penny.

"Thank you, baby. Now, let's finish getting you clean, shall we?"

"I already cleaned my body," Orion says proudly.

"You did, did you?" I step back into the spray of the showerhead and let the water run down my own body. I don't have to use the shampoo, but I've kept some under the sink. For family and guests on the rare occasions I have people overnight. I had to grab them from the guest bathroom, though.

Orion turns around and I get a full view of his round ass. It's perfect, exactly like the rest of him. He has a fine layer of hair on his cheeks and down the back of his thighs. It isn’t really visible even from this distance, but I’ve felt it. He looks over his shoulder and catches me staring. "Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?" I ask, not taking my eyes off his ass. I reach for the wash towel and body wash, almost fumbling it. Orion snickers at my attempt to catch it. I catch it by the nozzle, which makes him laugh harder.

"You are staring at my butt." Orion says the words as fact. I can't refute it either, because I definitely am.

"It's a pretty cute butt," I respond like it's an obvious observation. He turns around and I take in this side of him. His skin is smooth, chest bare of any hair except a thin line below his belly button that turns a bit thicker around his cock. "This side isn't too bad either."

As much as I'd love to recreate our late night gym rendezvous, we finish our shower and I grab two towels from the shelf by the door. I wrap the towel around my waist and take the other one to dry Orion. His face is hidden by the towel while I run it over his head. When he reappears, he's smiling and it's so carefree and happy. I pat down the rest of his body and direct him to brush his teeth before we go out to the bedroom. I reach for the clothes, but Orion stops me.

"I changed my mind," he says. "Can I sleep naked?"

No better words have been asked. "Of course you can."

I take the towel from my waist, deciding to sleep sans clothing as well. I dry myself off as well as I can and grab his bottle from the dresser. We were only in the shower for a few minutes so it's still nice and cold. When we slide under the covers, Orion cuddles right against me and kisses my jaw. He settles his body a bit lower, getting in the perfect position for me to hold the bottle.

I can see his eyes already getting heavy with sleep. His hand is warm against my chest and I feel him sliding it, slowly, down my body. If I had any worries about what he was doing, I'd stop him. Grab his hand and redirect it, but I don't. I let his hand continue its path until his fingers wrap loosely around my semi-erection. He gives it two small pumps before his grip loosens, still around me, and he stops sucking from the bottle.

I can't get Orion out of my mind all day at work. We're gearing up for the busiest part of the year, tax season. It starts in two weeks and our team has forty businesses we do taxes for as well as opening our shop on certain hours during the week to help individuals. I have to finalize the schedules for that by the end of this week, but my mind is elsewhere today.

Orion slept soundly all night. It took me close to an hour to fall asleep. The alarm clock on my bedside table told me it wasn't even ten yet, but the time wasn't the reason. Orion kept his hand on my groin the whole night. I didn't mind it. It was actually sweet, in a way. I think back to the moments I caught him rubbing the blanket between his fingers when he was sleepy. I figure it's a comfort thing, to have something in his hand.

My phone rings, bringing me out of my thoughts once again. I can see it's Michael, one of my managers.

"Hello?" I wiggle my mouse to wake my computer up. I really don't know how long I was daydreaming about last night but it had to be longer than five minutes.

"Hey, Garrett. Do you have a minute for a quick meeting? I just need to go over some paperwork that I'll need you to sign off on."

"Yeah. I'll come to you. I need to get up and stretch my legs."

"Great. Thanks. My door is open, whenever you want to pop in."

I end the brief interaction and push myself back from the desk. The windows give me a clear view of the scene outside. It's cloudy, again, but nowhere near close enough to snow again. There are lingering piles of snow from last week, but I imagine they'll be gone by tomorrow.

Tomorrow, when Orion will be back at my house.

"Focus," I remind myself. I turn around and head out of the office. Our business is on the ninth floor, out of twelve, of this building. Each floor, or sections of floors, are rented out to different businesses. I tried to convince Remington to move his office to this building, but he likes where he is.

The accounting firm is only one floor. I have my own office, as do the managers Michael and Tracy, and the rest share the main space. There are cubicles spread around, sectioned in fours. The walls aren't too tall so the employees sitting at the desks can see each other.

I knock on Michael's open door and he looks up with a smile from his computer. "Come on in."

"Is this a door closed meeting, or…?" I might own this company, Walter's Accounting, my middle name passed on for six generations now, but I take pride in not being a shitty boss and will respect my employees privacy.

"It doesn't matter honestly," Michael says. "I was just doing some preliminary number crunching for a new client this year and what they've given me isn't adding up. We might have to request additional information which I’ll need your signature for."

I glance through the stacks, focusing on the numbers. I don't need to know names in order to check the math. By page three, I see what Michael is talking about. The person has spent way more than they're claiming in income. Two lavish vacations, claiming them both as work related. Then there are other charges that can't technically be claimed as expenses. Not for a public business, which this person has. An independent, maybe.

"I agree," I say. I hand the papers back over. "I would reach out and explain that we need more information. Maybe explain that they might not be able to claim those vacations and the other charges. Let me know if you need any extra help on it."

"Got it," Michael says. "Thanks for being another pair of eyes."

I give him a nod and sign off on the document requesting more information before heading out of the office and back to my own. There is chatter around the room, some talking to each other and a few of them talking on the phone with various clients I assume. I nod to them before turning into my office.

My phone is buzzing on my desk and I look at who it is. Remington.

"Hey," I say when I press the phone to my ear. My door is open still, so I keep my voice down. "How's life going?"

"Great, if I'm honest. We finalized the contract and the business is officially taking on the camp."

I sit down in my chair and smile at the empty room. "That's amazing. That's going to be huge for your company."

"It'll keep steady business year round," Remington says. "Austin wants to throw a celebration for it, which is why I'm calling you. We're going to turn that playdate next weekend into a party at our place. If you'd like to join and bring a plus one. We'll have some people here for a bit, but then we'll have a more intimate thing afterward."

"I'll ask Orion if he wants to join," I say. "I'll definitely be there. Anything I can bring?"

"Just yourself and your guy, if he wants." There's a beat of silence before he talks again. "How is everything going with that?"

"Amazing." I say the word without hesitation. "Remi, I swear, I know it hasn't been that long, but he's perfect."

"I'm glad you found someone," he says. I can hear the sincerity in his voice. "I'll let you get back to work, but let me know when you can about next weekend."

"Will do," I say. I'm picking Orion up today from his place. We're spending the weekend together. I'm hoping that we can go shopping for some more things and maybe try the club if he's up to doing something in public. After our impromptu wrestling and then the shower, we didn't get the chance to go through the boxes. I went through the boxes yesterday and put everything away. The room is still empty and I did go ahead and order the bunk bed set. It has two beds, queen size, and a bookshelf built into one side. I put in for express shipping, so I'm hoping it comes in today or tomorrow. Not that he'd be using it to sleep in, but maybe a nap or something.

With Orion on my brain, I pull up our text chain and send him a new one.

Garrett

Thinking about you, honey. Can't wait to see you later.

I know he's busy at work so I don't wait for a response. I try to focus back on my work, making the schedules for another couple days. We already have people that have signed up for our individual services and once I confirm schedules with two of our CPA's, I can call and make the appointments with those individuals.

By the time five o'clock hits, I'm walking out the door with the rest of the team. We make small talk about our weekend plans, which I definitely fib a bit, while we wait for the elevator. Most of us are parked in the underground garage, but a few part ways on the ground floor to head to the parking garage next door.

I get home and take Riley for a walk around the neighborhood. It isn't terribly cold and a jacket suffices. Riley is wearing his little booties so the salt that I'm sure is still on the road won't hurt his paw pads. I wave to a couple of neighbors, some just getting home from work, one couple retired and always sitting on their porch.

Orion texts me just as I'm reaching home again. He has just clocked out from work.

Orion

I'm so ready to see you tonight. It's been a long two days.