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"Garrett, please unlock the door."

"Not until you agree," he says smugly. I narrow my eyes at him. He smiles back. The dick.

The nice dick that just paid for a delicious dinner and then convinced me to get ice cream at the place two doors down.

Now, he has me locked in his car until I agree to dinner with him again tomorrow. So, I say again, the dick.

"I'm not going to let you treat me like a charity case." I look straight out the windshield and cross my arms over my chest.

I hear Garrett sigh. "This is not a charity case thing. I'm asking you out. On a date."

I turn my head to look at him again. I study his eyes, watch his mouth. Surely, there will be a smirk, a twitch of his nose to tell me he's lying. But there's nothing. He just stares back.

"I'm not calling you Daddy."

"We'll see about that." His smile falls when he realizes I'm not reacting. "I'm kidding. Okay, I'm sorry. That was not good. I'm serious, Orion. Just a date. No expectations. Just because I like the whole dynamic doesn't mean it's necessary with the right person."

"I don't know what you mean by that, but fine. Dinner, tomorrow."

“Don’t sound so excited,” Garrett says with a small chuckle.

“It’s not that,” I say. I look from the windshield to Garrett, turning in my seat once more. “I just— I’m not one that goes out a lot.”

I know Garrett can feel the shift between us with my confession. “It’s just dinner, I promise. We don’t have to tell anyone about it.”

"By anyone, you mean Austin." I sit back in the seat and fold my hands over my lap. "I think we're cool. Have you known him for long?"

"Couple months," Garrett says. "He's dating my best friend, Remington, who I've known for years. We met at the club."

"And he's a Daddy?"

"He is," Garrett says. "I know it's a lot, but I want you to hear me when I tell you that I'd like to take you out for a proper Saturday night date, Orion. No hidden agendas."

"I don't own any nice clothes," I say quietly. "So please don't make it anywhere fancy."

Garrett reaches a hand over and rests it against my knee. I look at him. "You can wear whatever you want or have. Or, I can cook at home and you can come over?"

I think about it. Cooking at home would be less expensive. And a Saturday night in the city would mean wait lists for tables. Unless Garrett has an in with an owner or something. I really don't know anything about him.

"Cooking dinner together would be nice."

"Sounds good," Garrett says. "Any preference on what to make?"

"I'm not particular," I say. "I'll help cook, though."

"Are you okay with me picking you up?"

"I'd appreciate it," I say. "I can give you money for gas. I know it's out of the way."

"It isn't," he says quickly. "I'll run to the grocery store before coming to get you."

"Okay. Thank you, for tonight." I look back at the door and then glance back to Garrett. "Am I allowed to get out now?"

"Right, I trapped you in here." The locks click, alerting a sleeping Riley. Before I can get out, he pokes his head between the seats. I reach up and give him a scratch behind the ear.

"I'll see you tomorrow, bud."

I give Garrett one final half smile before getting out and making a dash through the rain. The apartment is cold when I shut the door behind me. As much as I wanted to say no to Garrett, just the thought of knowing I'll get to spend some time in his home is tempting. His spacious home with more rooms than he needs, a private backyard, huge kitchen with all the gadgets. The softest bed I've slept in, ever.

I move to the bedroom and kick off my shoes by the bed as I flip on the light. There's one window in this room and I keep the blind closed. I don't have a curtain yet. It's next on the list to purchase, but they’re unnaturally expensive. The overhead light doesn't give off much and it makes the room look just as dingy as it feels. The walls are white and bare, the carpet is discolored. The only thing worth anything is the bedsheets, blanket, and pillow. I strip out of my clothes and lay down, immediately rolling over onto my side. My frame barely fits in this bed, but I've become used to it over the last couple of weeks.

My eyes struggle to stay open after only a minute. Eating all that food filled my belly more than it's been in months. I lick my lips, believing I can still taste the tangy barbecue sauce. I hear my phone ding with an incoming text, but I'm too tired to get up and check it. It's most likely just a text reminder for a payment that I'm still catching up on.

When I wake up again, it's dark through the blinds. I can feel the cold brushing against the exposed parts of my skin. I shift the blanket further up my body and tuck my feet into the other end. I have no clue what time it is, but I know I didn't mean to sleep this long. I sit up and stretch out my back, sighing when I feel something pop.

I find my phone in the pocket of my pants I discarded and look at the time. Two in the morning. I also have a text from Garrett. It's a simple text, thanking me for agreeing to have dinner with him. Then, an hour later, there's a picture text of Riley snoozing in the bed that I slept in that night. I can barely make out the photo on my phone. I upgraded to the cheapest type of smart phone I could find at the store. The caption makes me smile.

Garrett

He misses the cuddles.

I smile at the double text. Garrett is relentless. I know that I put up the weakest fight before giving in to him. I have no idea why I'm letting him so easily convince me of these things. Actually, that's not true— he's hot as sin, but he's also nice and the first guy that I've enjoyed spending time with. Not that there is a line of guys waiting on me. I keep to myself, watch over my siblings, and work. On two occasions, I've gone home with a guy. But those never lasted more than a night, a mutual decision. Having Garrett quite literally locking me in his car until I agreed to go out with him again is new territory. It's exciting, but doesn't mean I won't make him work for it.

I text him back a row of smiley face emojis before I remember it's the middle of the night. I debate on sending him another text, but I don't want to risk actually waking him up if the first one didn't. I put my phone down and head to the tiny kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and down half of it before opening the cabinet door to rummage for something to snack on.

I settle for a sleeve of saltine crackers and move to the couch. I don't have a TV, so I just stare at the wall and eat the crackers. I'm still half asleep and the cold air is giving me goosebumps all over my body. I hear my phone ding, knowing it’s Garrett. I’m going to feel bad if I woke him up.

His text is as expected.

Garrett

Is everything OK? Why are you awake?

I text him back quickly to dispel any worry. Although I'm not sure why he'd be worried about me. I crawl back into the bed and wait for a response from him. I wait for a full two minutes, munching on a cracker that I will definitely have to clean off the sheets later, before clicking my phone off and assuming that he's gone back to sleep.

Just as I'm about to do the same, my phone rings. An incoming call.

"Hello?" I put the phone to my ear and sit back up. I probably won't fall asleep anytime soon now.

"Do you want to go to the gym with me?" Garrett asks without an answering hello.

"Um, did you miss the part where it's two in the morning?"

"I did not," Garrett says matter-of-factly. I can't help but smile and roll my eyes. "I was actually already considering going. I haven't been able to sleep and then you texted."

"Why can't you sleep?" I ask. I stand and brush the crumbs off my bed and then fix the blanket.

"My sleep schedule on the weekends is pretty non-existent. So, what do you say?"

"I mean… If I'm honest, I haven't been in a gym since high school. I can go for moral support."

"Seriously?" Garrett seems actually surprised about that tidbit of information.

"Yes, seriously. What do you even wear to the gym? Is sweats a thing? I've seen some po- Uh, photos, of people in the gym."

"Terrible save," Garrett says. "Sweats are fine. And I can show you some things to do. I'll text you when I'm outside."

We end the call and I stand there, staring at my phone. Why did I just agree to go out in the middle of the night with this guy I barely know? A guy that is fifteen years older than me, no less. Of course, he isn't a stranger, but I'm more guarded than this. I don't agree on dates or let people pay for me. I've been on my own for years, so why am I quickly giving up all the independence I've built up?

I settle on a pair of black sweats and a plain tee, with my only pair of tennis shoes. My stomach rumbles while I'm waiting and I down the rest of the water I grabbed in hopes it'll trick my stomach. I don't have a lot of food left here, at least until the next paycheck in a week. I grab a second bottle of water and my hoodie when Garrett texts that he's pulling up now.

I don't ever go outside at night in this apartment complex. The only lights come from the small ones between every other door down the balcony. I feel like someone is watching me as I'm going down the stairs, but if horror movies taught me anything, it's to not stop and look.

I give a sigh of relief when Garret comes into view. I hop in quickly and shut the door a little more forcefully than I meant to. He tilts his head. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I say. The car is warm and it smells like his cologne. I take a deep breath and look over at Garrett. He's in much the same outfit, but with gray sweats that hug his thighs with the way he's sitting. "Just don't like how dark it is here at night. I don't really leave the apartment at night."

"Don't they have street lights or something?"

"That would require the landlord to care," I mumble. Garrett pulls away from the curb and heads down the street. The streets are almost fully deserted, which feels weird. We aren't any major city in the country or anything, but it's a solid area with tall buildings and a nice downtown area. There are two major hospitals on either end of the city and everything else a person could need between. Seeing most of the shops closed down at this time feels odd.

"We're here," Garrett says and makes a turn into a parking lot. The building is a tall one and definitely doesn't look like a gym. Garrett pulls out a little remote-like device and punches in a code. I watch as a door to an underground garage opens up and we drive through. "This is a rec center of sorts. The gym is on the twelfth floor. It's a nice view when the sun is coming up."

"At least I'll have something nice to look at," I say jokingly. Garrett scoffs, which makes me laugh in turn. I follow him to an elevator and he scans a card over the sensor before pressing the floor number.

The elevator opens to a hallway with only a couple of doors on each side. Garrett opens one and lets me go in first. The lights are off, so I don't go far until he flips a switch behind me. When I see everything, I know my jaw has dropped. This gym has to take up over half of the floor. There is a whole row of treadmills, a floor-to-ceiling mirror against the farthest wall, floor-to-ceiling windows to the right. There are a couple of Stair Climber machines, weight racks, rowing machines, and something that looks like a torture machine but I know it's where you sit on the bench and pull the cable down toward you.

"So, I usually do some lifting and then I'll end with a bit of cardio for a workout when I can't sleep. Nothing too crazy."

"By all means, show the way."

I follow behind him across the room. There is no one else in here, thankfully, and I take a second to watch how the sweats still hug his body. It wasn't just the way he was sitting in the car. He sets his gym bag on the floor. We're standing on a mat next to a rack of free weights, right by the mirrors.

This is definitely how I've seen some videos start.

I move to sit on the closest bench and hunch over slightly, making sure that what is happening in my own sweats is not visible to him. I have no idea what has gotten into me. I have to stop thinking about it, but fuck— He takes his hoodie off and he's wearing one of those white muscle shirts and damn, he has muscles.

"I'm not usually one for an audience," Garrett says with a wink my way. I know I'm blushing and turn my face to stare at the floor between my feet. Garrett laughs, which is a rich sound in such an open space, and I can't help but look back up at him. "Have you ever lifted weights before?"

"Nothing serious," I say. "Like I said, I haven't stepped foot into a gym in years. It might come as a surprise, but I wasn't all that popular in school so sports and stuff were out."

"That is actually hard to believe," Garrett says. He stretches his arm above his head and bends it, using his other hand to grip his elbow. It shows off his underarm. While he might be bald and have a smooth chest, from what I can tell, his armpits are all natural. Fuck, I'm staring again.

I'm not even an armpit guy.

"With your looks now, I figured you'd have a line of girls and guys following you around."

I scoff and stand up, trying to adjust myself without him seeing. I need to focus on something else. "I was not popular. This happened after high school, not that it's much of a glow up. I was always too busy being a parent to my siblings to focus on dating."

Garrett turns around and looks at me. I definitely didn't mean to drop that trauma on him. "You have siblings? How many?"

"Three," I answer. "I haven't seen them in a couple of years, not officially."

"What do you mean?" Garrett moves to grab a weight in each hand. I almost question why he's only going with the five pounds until he hands them over to me. "I'm not going to be the only one working up a sweat."

I take the weights from him. They're not heavy, but I don't know what to do with them. Garrett smiles and turns me to face the mirror. He positions himself behind me, leaving a gap between our bodies. Our heights are close to the same, but my slim frame doesn't hide half of his. He moves one arm to wrap around my wrist, turning it so I'm holding the weight palm up and he moves to bend my forearm toward my bicep.

"Do about five of those on each side, ten sets each. If you start to feel a burn, take it slow or stop."

I wait until he picks up his own weights, triple what I have, and stands next to me. I mirror his stance and movements, watching him through the mirror. We don't say much as I follow him through the sets. He isn't helping me get rid of my semi with the little grunts he lets out and the way he shifts his body slightly forward each time he curls his arm upward.

I can feel my muscles working for sure, but it isn't anything strenuous. I look between our reflections when he speaks again. "So, what did you mean by not officially?"

"I chose the apartment building because it's close to their bus stop in the morning. My parents told me when I left I wasn't allowed back, but I had to keep an eye on them. I've always lived in the area."

"That's gotta be tough," he says. I don't know what I expected him to say. I've never told anyone that before. I'm scared that if more people know about my siblings, the more chance that word will get back to them or my parents that I'm keeping an eye out. I wouldn't put it past either of my parents to do something if they knew.

"It is what it is," I say. I finish another set and let my arms relax. Garrett gives me a smile through the mirror. "I'm just glad they seem to be doing okay."

I start the next set, not sure where to carry the conversation. Garrett, though, is on top of it. He keeps an easy, surface level conversation throughout his own sets.

We move on to one of the benches and I watch Garrett lay on his back and use the weights I had to do what he calls a Chest Fly. He keeps talking through the movements, glancing at me every couple words.

"You try it," he says when he's done ten minutes later. "I'll help you make sure your form is right so you don't pull anything."

I lay down in the same spot. He shifts my legs so they're a bit further apart and then he hands me the weights and squats down behind me, right next to my head. His hands are on either of my arms, supporting my elbows. "Take your elbows down until you start to create a V-shape with your arms. There you go, good job. Now, hold that for three seconds and then you're going to bring your arms straight up and hold the weights above you for three seconds.

His fingertips glide over my skin as I do as instructed. He's whispering words of encouragement under his breath. I'm not sure if he knows he's doing it or if it's just what he does when helping someone. I don't comment on it, but my dick definitely catches the words 'Good boy' he mutters.

"One more," he says and his hands caress my arms once more as I go into the final movement.

He stands up just as I happen to tilt my head so I'm staring directly at the tent in his pants. “Shit.” I nearly drop the weights.

"Are you good?" Garret leans down and takes one of the weights from me immediately.

I take a deep breath and sit, palming my own erection with my back to him. "Yeah, I'm good. It wasn't hurting or anything."

"How do your muscles feel?"

"Loose, actually." I roll my shoulders a couple of times and then tilt my head back and forth to work out my neck muscles.

"We won't do too much more, since we should probably get some sleep at some point. Let me show you the best part about this gym."

He helps me up, holding my hand until both feet are back on the floor. He gives me a soft smile before dropping my hand and turns to walk across the room to another door. "This place has massage chairs and a sauna. You can use either one, if you like. I might go out and hit the treadmill for a bit before we leave."

Garrett turns around and faces me. The room we just walked into is significantly smaller. It's sort of like a foyer that leads to the chairs, a changing room, and then the sauna. We're standing far too close to each other but neither of us moves. I can't find the right words to explain how I want him to push me against the wall and kiss me, to do whatever to get rid of this boner I've had for an hour now since he picked me up. We've only been in the gym for thirty minutes at most. It took us just as long to get here from my place.

"There are no cameras in the changing room," he says softly, as if he's reading my mind. "And I'm not picky about how I get my cardio in."

"Cardio is important," I say and move into the changing room. It's more spacious, with a toilet stall, a row of lockers, and a shower. Before I have to make a decision, Garrett pushes me against the closest wall and our lips seal together with force.

I'm so turned on that I'm pretty sure I can come just from kissing Garrett alone. I wrap my arms around his neck as he steps impossibly closer to me, pinning me against the wall and grinding our cocks together through all the layers we’re wearing. His tongue slides against mine and explores all he wants. His lips are so soft and I can feel the rough scratch of his beard brushing against my own. It's beyond hot.

"What do you want, Orion?" Garrett whispers between kissing me and pressing his hips to mine in a rhythmic motion. It's driving me insane.

"Honestly, I would like you to fuck me, but I don't think I'm going to last long enough for all of that." We break apart and both of us lose our shirts. His body is fucking incredible. His skin has a slight shine and I swear his abs have abs.

"Geez." His hand reaches down to grip himself and I smile at the effect I have on him. We barely know each other and this is crazy, but damn if I'm not going wild just thinking about having him do whatever he wants to me. "Get naked and move to the shower."

There is a light in the shower ceiling and I take in the view that is a naked Garrett. He's uncut, something I don't have any familiarity with but it's hot all the same, and huge. His dick definitely matches his body. My own cock is an average five inches hard and not very thick.

"Any hard limits?" Garrett asks as he turns the water on. I let out a surprise squeak when the cold water hits my skin. My knee jerk reaction to get away from the cold lands me firmly in Garrett's arms. My whole body sings at the contact of our bodies together. "Sorry."

"No hard limits, that I know of. I've never had shower sex before, though, so I'm not sure what to expect."

"I don't have a condom on hand," Garrett says. The space is starting to warm up and Garrett crowds me against the wall once more. "And I don't fuck bare. How are you with blowjobs?"

"I mean, I haven't had any complaints?"

Garrett's whole body shakes with a low chuckle. "I meant are they a hard limit or not? Do you prefer hand jobs or we can watch each other get off."

"Oh, I knew that." My cheeks are sure to be flaming red. I'm blaming it on the water. "No, blowjobs are totally okay with me. I actually— I enjoy giving them."

My cock jerks to the sound of Garrett growling and then his hand is in my hair and he's kissing me again. It only lasts a few seconds before he's changing our position and pushing me to my knees so I'm not in the spray of the water. The floor isn't that forgiving, but I'm so turned on I don't care. Garrett's cock is right in front of my face. I lick my lips and look up at him.

"Show me how much you enjoy this, Orion." He thrusts his hips and his tip brushes against my lips. I open my mouth on instinct. It's been… a while since I've hooked up with anyone, but the taste of his precum awakens something in the back of my brain. I open my mouth wider and wrap my lips around his cock, settling on a steady pace. He's huge and I know I would choke trying to take all of him in at once. Instead, I use one hand to hold on to his outer thigh and the other to wrap around the rest of his cock I can’t fit in my mouth.

"Fuck, Orion. Suck me, baby."

In my lust drunk haze, I pull off Garrett's cock and spit on it, sliding my hand up and down his heated shaft. He's so hard. I look up at him through my lashes and smirk. "Yes, Daddy."

Garrett grunts and knocks my hand away from his cock. For a second, I think that he's going to stop what we're doing, but he hooks a finger under my chin and makes me look at him. "Don't play like that unless you mean it."

I swallow at the look in his eyes. He's serious. "Sorry. I was just teasing you."

Only, calling him Daddy while I had his cock in my hand didn't seem near as strange as I expected. His hand moves to cup my face and he smiles. "Don't tease me," he says. "I'm going to see how much you can take. If you need to stop, smack against my leg, okay?"

"Yes, Sir." That, I really did mean. I've been in submissive roles before. Nothing that has been near as hot as this moment, but I know how calling another man Sir can turn them on.

Garrett doesn't give me anymore notice before he's sliding his cock back into my mouth. His hand is on the back of my head and I adjust my angle just slightly so when Garrett thrusts his hips, I can feel him hitting the back of my throat. I breathe steadily through my nose, keeping my eyes on Garrett's face.

"You're doing so good for me. Fuck, those lips are perfect." He continues his string of compliments and I'm dangerously close to blowing my own load from the praise alone. He's hitting all the right spots for my praise kink. He pulls back and I take several deep breaths and watch him wrap his hand around himself, pumping furiously. "Do you want this? Want my cum all over your face?"

"Yes, please." I wrap my hand around myself as I watch intensely at his groin. I’m transfixed on the way his head pops out from the foreskin with each stroke. My own orgasm is right on the edge.

"Fuck, I'm almost there. Almost—"

"Come on me, Daddy." Woah, fuck. I have no idea why the word slipped out again, but I don't backtrack. "Please. I want you to mark me."

"Fuck, baby." His face is pure bliss and I quicken my own hand. I want us to come at the same time. "I'm coming."

He stills his hand and aims his cock to my face. I open my mouth on instinct once more. The first spurt lands across my nose. The second, my eye. Finally, the third hits my tongue. I close my mouth and swallow, relaxing as one more spurt lands across my cheek. Garrett growls again before I'm being hauled up to my feet. He knocks my hand away from my cock, but his own quickly replaces it.

"Come for me, Orion. Come now, so we can clean up and I can take you home."

Home.

Daddy.

The words swirl around in my head. I keep my eyes closed, but Garrett pushes his tongue into my mouth, surely tasting himself as he kisses me with abandon. I can barely catch my breath as he works my cock until I'm screaming my release into his mouth. It feels like it goes on forever, my legs are shaking and Garrett's hand is far too sensitive on my cock.

"We're going to talk about this," Garrett whispers in my ear. I barely hear it above the pounding of my own heartbeat. "Let's get you cleaned up, baby."