I see his thinking expression again, lips pursed, jaw slightly kilter. He shifts his head back and forth. "I think that might have to be a try it thing? I mean, I know diapers are a thing with some age play, but I'm not sure if that's for me or not. One… video I did watch of the boy being helped while he used the bathroom was interesting."
I store that information for a later scene we can discuss. We're going to start out slow, but picturing me standing behind him, holding him while he uses the bathroom is having almost the same effect as his question a minute ago. How? How have I spent years around my friends, who are almost all Daddies that have partners who regress, and never felt any inkling to dabble myself until now?
It's his turn to speak again while I contemplate why he's so different. Orion definitely has this air about him, a mix of years of independence, but also a layer beneath that I'm drawn to. One that says 'I just want to be taken care of for once'. He shared a bit about his siblings, but nothing about his parents, which makes me believe his childhood wasn't all that great. Moving out at seventeen is another indication and certainly tells me that he had to grow up fast.
"Do you have an idea of a scene that you want to try?" he asks. "I know you said that you're not going to push any of your preferences on me, but I'm going into this almost blind. I don't have any expectations."
I don't have a lot in the way of toys or supplies at my house, as I'm sure he doesn't either. Maybe that will make things easier to just try something simple. "How about we get to the house and get some sleep, and then when you wake up, I can make you breakfast and we can watch some cartoons or something and go from there? Test the waters on that and kind of see what you might be interested in?"
Rachel has told me more times than once how one of her favorite things with Luke, her Boy, is their morning snuggles. Luke works the night shift and Rebecca keeps random hours, so when he comes home, Rebecca has breakfast and cartoons waiting for him most mornings. She is head over heels for him and I know she's planning on proposing to him soon. They've been together for three years now. Austin and Remington, from the few months they've been together, also do movie dates and he raves how it's a simple thing that can allow the Little to regress a bit and relax for a while without a lot of pressure for anything else.
"Can I make a request?" Orion asks. I nod, turning into my neighborhood. I glance his way once more and smile when I see him hiding a yawn. Miserably, because it's a deep yawn and he takes several seconds before he's ready to speak again. "Can we watch one of the Ninja Turtles movies? I have it on DVD, but I haven't been able to watch it since I don't have a TV. Or Wi-Fi. Or any streaming services, for that matter."
"If we can find it, we'll watch it." I smile to myself, hearing how excited his voice got just now. My Boy loves Ninja Turtles. I'll have to remember that. "I have most of the streaming services, plus cable."
"The live action ones are my favorite," he says. "I could never watch them growing up, because they scared my little sister. I think they're cool though."
"I've never seen the movies," I admit. I park the car in my garage and look over at him. His eyes are wide and I smile. "But we'll change that soon enough. Let's get inside."
Riley greets us with a chomp of his teeth. It makes Orion giggle, which I'm sure is partly because he should be asleep. My traitorous dog follows Orion up the stairs as I grab us a couple of water bottles. When I reach the hallway, I see the light for the guest room on, but the door is still open. I peek my head inside and watch as Orion folds his clothes and sets them on top of the dresser. He smiles when he sees me.
"You've already seen me naked," he says, reaching for one of the waters I'm holding outstretched toward him. He's still in the pair of gray briefs that don't leave a lot to the imagination.
"The toothbrush you used last time is still in the bathroom. I'll set my alarm for a few hours from now and come get you when breakfast is ready. Sound good?"
"Yes," he says. I can see he wants to say more. I wait him out once more. "Are you okay if I call you Daddy? To get used to it, I mean?"
"Of course." I step closer to him and cup his face in my hand. His beard is little more than stubble. I remember the feeling of it against my face when we kissed. I lean forward and kiss his cheek instead. "You can call me whatever feels right for you."
"Thank you. Daddy." I drop my hand and step back. His face is so sweet. I can see the years haven't been kind. His eyes hold struggles behind them. I just want to help ease some of that, give him something positive and let him relax. I smile again, because I know that I can't say what I'm feeling without scaring him off. I know I'm falling fast for this sweet guy.
"My door will be open if you need anything," I say. "I'm going to assume that Riley will sleep in here with you. If you need to kick him off the bed, though, don't feel bad. He has a nice bed downstairs and one in my room too."
"Okay." This time, it's my turn to hide a yawn. We say one final goodnight and I kiss him softly on the lips before heading to my own room. I'm much more relaxed now when I climb under the blankets. It has nothing to do with the brief workout or even the shower orgasm. It's knowing that just across the hall is a man that I can't stop thinking about. A man that is trusting me with exploring a whole new side with him.
I make sure my alarm is set for ten AM before I fall asleep within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.
Chapter Eight
Iwakeupfromone of the best dreams I've had in a long while. I only remember snippets, but it was happy and soft. Something about a cloud and laughing with Garrett. When I open my eyes, I'm met with the guest bedroom. There is a source of heat at my back and, upon rolling from one side to the other, I'm now greeted with a big, furry head. I can't stop the smile that forms.
"Hi, Riley." I reach up and scratch behind his ear. He tilts his head into my touch and lolls his tongue out the side of his mouth. I let out a small laugh at the pup. "Do you want to go find Daddy?"
Riley jumps up on all fours and towers over me. I block his advance to lick my face and push him toward the edge of the bed. He jumps down easily and I kick the blanket off my body. The house is warm and I only have my sweats and hoodie, so I walk out of the room shirtless. Riley walks directly to what I assume is Garrett's bedroom. It's cracked open. I remember Garrett saying that he would keep it open if I needed anything.
I also remember him saying that his bed is an open invitation. Riley nudges the door open with his nose, giving me a perfect view of Garrett still asleep. I can see the alarm clock on his nightstand. It's just after eight. I don't know when Garrett is planning on waking up, but four hours of sleep is not enough. Riley jumps up on the bed, jostling Garrett enough to wake him. I see him look over at me in the dim lighting. The sun is out already, but he has black out curtains.
"Orion? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just woke up." I shift on my feet. Riley curls up at the foot of the bed. "I wasn't sure if you were awake or if maybe Riley needed to go out."
"I was planning on sleeping for about another hour." He sits up in bed. The blanket pools around his waist and I'm greeted with his bare chest. My eyes track down slowly. He has a tattoo on his ribs, under his left arm. I can't make out what it is, but it seems to be the only one he has. "I can get up and start some breakfast, though."
"No, it's okay." I shift my feet again. "Um, can I join you?"
"Of course, honey." Hearing him call me honey sends a flutter through my body. He folds the blanket back and I take a step into the room. Then another. In six steps, I'm standing by his bed, looking down at him. "Come on, Orion."
He smiles at me and I see his eyes flick down my body and then back to my face. His eyes are a mix of green and brown. I put one knee on the bed and we both laugh when Riley immediately moves between us. Garrett pushes him back down to the end of the bed and I sit beside Garrett. I turn my head to look at him and offer a quick smile.
