"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."
Chapter Seven
Itisn'tevenaquestion if Orion is crashing at my house after that.
I finish washing his body with the soap the gym supplies from the individual dispensers and grab us each a towel to dry off. We barely worked up a sweat, until the shower, so he dresses back into his clothes, but I grab a new pair of sweats and a shirt from my duffel bag. The silence between us is on the verge of becoming awkward. I'm not sure what there is to say after that. I wasn't planning on hooking up in the shower when I asked him if he wanted to join a workout. I wasn't even thinking of hooking up in general. I just wanted any excuse to see him. I'd been tossing and turning in bed for several hours until I saw his text come through. After that, there was no chance of sleeping.
"I'm not familiar with a gym or anything," Orion says as we walk out of the changing room. There is still no one in the room and I make sure to turn the lights off on our way to the elevator. "But I think people tend to stay a little longer than this when they work out."
"I came to relax. I just got that in a different form." I press the button for the elevator and Orion snickers beside me. "What?"
"I can't believe we just did that," he says. I look over at him, studying his face for any sign of regret. His lips are quirked in a half-smile. I let my muscles relax again.
"Which part? The public place or you calling me Daddy again after I told you not to unless you're serious?"
Orion's eyes glance my way and then the elevator doors open. We step inside and I wait for his answer. "Both of them."
"Which one would you like to talk about first?" I turn my body to face him. We have at least a minute before the doors open again.
"I lied, before." He turns his soulful brown eyes toward me and I wait for him to continue. I see him swallow, his Adam's apple bob. "I've been curious about the whole Daddy dynamic before. I've watched videos and going to the club, seeing how happy everyone was in that room, it definitely piqued my interest. Then you came up to talk and I got nervous."
The doors open and we walk to my car. I unlock it and open his door for him, standing there until he buckles his seatbelt, and then walking around to get behind the wheel. The car hums quietly, but I don't drive away. I'd rather us clear the air and talk now. The silence drags for a long minute. I see him bite his bottom lip.
"I want to set the record straight," I start. "I just want you to know where I'm coming from. Yes, I was in the room at the club, but that was mostly because I was catching up with friends and I helped decorate. When I say I'm a Daddy, my experience lies more in the Daddy Dom aspect than the age play. I've only recently become… curious about that aspect for myself. I've never been in a relationship with a Boy that regressed." I stop talking and look at him closely. I hope I explained that right. "When I told you earlier that I might like the dynamic, but it isn't a dealbreaker, I meant that. I've never dabbled in the age play kink before, so I can't miss it." He finally turns to look at me. "Have you?"
He shakes his head. "Nothing outside of watching videos and a mild curiosity."
"What did you like about the videos?" I'm trying to keep this as casual as possible. I know he's nervous about this. I am, too. Admitting that to him was the right thing, to be completely truthful. If he's serious about wanting to try, he deserves to know that I'm going to be new to parts of this as well.
He shrugs and glances over at me briefly before looking out the windshield. There is nothing to look at but the cement wall. I wait him out. He can take all the time he needs. I want to reach over and grab his hand or something, but refrain. I can practically see the gears in his brain turning.
"I like submission," he says. "Or aspects of it, in the bedroom. I don't know how to describe it. Never been asked, really. It's just been implied in my few hookups. I have been on my own for years, making the decisions, making sure I have food and shelter, clothes. It's been hard and I'm not in the best financial situation, but I'm proud of where I am and what I've done. I guess, sometimes, I think about how it'd be nice to have someone else take the reins so I didn't have to worry or make any decisions. The carefree nature that comes with the dynamic is probably the biggest reason. I don't get a lot of downtime in my life."
"Would you be interested in trying it?" I ask. "We can start out slow, or if it's just something that you like in the bedroom, we can discuss that as well."
Orion looks at me. His eyes are telling me everything. He's interested, but hesitant. "I'm kind of worried that if I try, I might not like it."
"And that's completely fine, Orion. That's what negotiating and scenes are for. It's a chance to explore different things to find what you do like." I watch his lips, those still slightly swollen lips, purse for a few seconds as he contemplates. I want, more than anything, for him to say yes and to jump into this, to let me guide him into experimenting. I might not have a lot of experience myself, but I have this feeling deep down that I’ll just know. We’ll learn together, but I want to help him with all the things he mentioned. I could definitely help him with the money side, but giving him that carefree, worry free time to just relax… I can help with that too.
I want that, but I won't force it on him. I keep my face neutral and my hands to myself as I wait. Fuck, I feel like a teenager with their first crush, desperately wishing that the other person feels the same.
"How would we go about that?" Orion asks the question so quietly, I have to lean forward to hear him better.
"Go about what?" I ask, genuinely, for clarification. 'That' is a broad term for what we're talking about. Negotiations start with being specific.
Orion sighs loud enough to not be mistaken. He turns his whole body in the seat to face me, unbuckling his seat belt to get more comfortable. I roll my lips inward to keep from smiling triumphantly. I'm not going to get my hopes up too early.
"What scenes or things would I be trying?"
"First off, do you know how negotiations work?" I'm in the business of them as an accountant. Well, I'm in the business of dealing with the financial sides of negotiations. Orion shrugs instead of answering. "Negotiations are not a one sided conversation. It's a discussion of what both parties like."
