"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.
Ican'tgetOrionout 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?"
