14. WARREN

I should've guessed Alexi would choose the silver-white one. It was a male, and he named him Sugar. He didn't say if there was any significance, but Sugar it was. He liked it, so I liked it as well.

My thinking behind the kitten was selfish, I admitted that much to myself. I'd wanted Alexi to want to come over more, but I didn't want to rush into anything. I feared that I'd screw this up like I did with all my relationships. But I took Grant's opening of his cat café as a sign. The universe was offering up the kitten as a solution, and I took it.

He had a huge list of things he wanted and needed for the kitten, including a small bed beside our bed, he quickly corrected himself and called it my bed, but it was a nice slip of the tongue. Although I told him there was plenty of time for him to tell me what he wanted for Sugar. Besides, all the essentials were part of the adoption package.

A carry crate with a detachable lid to use for transport or a bed, kitten food, a small litter tray with a tiny bag of litter, a small blanket, and a mouse toy. It was all temporary stuff; the kitten would quickly grow out of it.

Alexi's preoccupation with the kitten gave me time to keep thinking about what this meant for us. It was like we had a child now, except there was no crying, and they wouldn't grow up to resent us.

When we got back from the cat café, Alexi gave Sugar a tour of the flat.

"You're gonna love it here," I heard him say in a soft, playful tone.

The way the kitten helped him in his little state was another magical added bonus. He might've called him a kitten Daddy, but I was the big Daddy in all of this.

I called out to him after getting the litter tray set up in the corner of the room. "We're gonna need to plan somewhere for this," I said. I hadn't really thought the entire thing through, and I hadn't had a cat before. "Also, I have another surprise."

Alexi's adorable face smiled at me. "I think I'm all out of surprise," he said, cuddling Sugar to his chest. "You want to tell me what it is?"

"Lasagna."

He immediately licked his lips.

"I remember you saying the other day that you loved lasagna," I told him. Alexi was still not an open book. I gleaned information from wherever I could. "It was a passing comment from something we were watching." I tapped a finger to my temple. "But I remembered."

"But I don't like onion."

"Then I won't add onion."

"And I like a lot of cheese on top, but only when it's super melted."

He didn't have to worry. I had it covered. Whatever he wanted, I'd make sure he got it.

As I made the lasagna to his liking, Alexi was making up a list of things to get for Sugar. A lot of things he said we wouldn't need until the cat was a little bigger, like scratching posts and a miniature cat mansion for him to climb.

Laid on the floor with the sleeping kitten, Alexi sighed. "Who's going to take care of him when we're both at work?" he asked.

I was almost done layering the lasagna when he asked. "We'll come back for lunch," he said. "Or we can bring him into work. I read a report about cute animals being good for morale." And it would've been good for Alexi too, having the kitten around would've helped with his anxiety.

"Only until he's a bit bigger," he said. "Is he up to date on all of his shots?"

"Yeah, Grant gave me it with the papers," I told him. "We need to register him at a vet clinic, but other than that, he's good."

"You hear that, Sugar, you don't need any more shots."

It was the cutest interaction I'd seen, and the perfect bargaining chip to have Alexi not feel so bad about staying over. In fact, I was probably going to have the opposite problem in getting him to leave for work.

All evening, he laid on the floor beside Sugar, only taking a moment away to eat the lasagna. He gave it top marks, and then tried to sweeten me up with that compliment to convince me that Sugar should sleep between us.

Of course, I shut that down.

But that didn't stop him from asking, or even staying over again on a work night.

I tried to tell myself not to get too excited about the time we were spending together, but only because I had a history of getting carried away when it came to relationships. It's why I hadn't had many of them.

There was something so cosy and warming about the day we'd spent together, and how a different side of Alexi's personality came through. It had me picturing a life with him, and that was scary. I'd never thought that far ahead before.

That morning, as my alarm went off and I broke the sleep from the corners of my eyes, I reached out an arm for him. But he wasn't there. I jumped out of the bed, worried he'd left in the middle of the night. I ran into the living room, my morning wood aching with each bounce.

Alexi was still here. He sat on the sofa, dressed in his grey Totoro onesie. It was 7 A.M. and he had Sugar on his knee. They both appeared to be watching cartoons, the bright colours flashing across their faces in the darkness.

"You're up," he said in a soft voice, turning to me. He had his hood up with the ears on either side sticking out.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked in a stretch.

He gasped."Sugar, close your eyes, he's naked."

I could only laugh. "We need to get ready for work. So, let Sugar sleep, and I'll see you in the bathroom." I really thought he'd upped and left. He was adamant about not staying over on work nights. I wondered if he'd slept at all. I know I felt him in my arms in bed, but that was right after I shot my load in him, and all my energy was gone.

In the bathroom, the fluorescent lights burned at my eyes. I looked in the mirror, my eyes were bloodshot, probably from the panic, and even my cock had subsided before I could entertain it with a clenched fist.

"I woke up because I wanted to see what he was doing," Alexi said, following me into the bathroom.

"That's ok," I said, combing a hand through his hair and pushing back the hood of the onesie. "I was worried you'd gone home. You never wake up before me."

He shrugged. "That's because you always wear me out."

"You're adorable," I said, kissing his forehead.

"And also, I woke up because I still had Daddy's seed in me," he said, chewing on his bottom lip a little. "I need to remember not to let that happen again. My belly didn't feel good."

My morning wood hadn't vanished at all, a gentle tug of it turned it into a swinging pendulum that grew thicker. "You've got me all excited again."

Alexi was on his knees. "Please. I've been a good boy."

"Consider this breakfast," I said, my hand on the back of his head as he pushed his tongue out, accepting my cock in his mouth. "Yeah, you've been a really good boy."

With my cock in his mouth, his words were mumbled. "Thank you, Daddy."

Eager to please, his tongue explored my cock, touching at the sensitive tip. He looked at me from his knees, knowing he was doing a good job.

"You like that?"

He hummed; the vibrating sensation of his vocal cords was heaven.

Pulling back, I turned the shower on. He wiped his lips, smiling, still on his knees. Alexi's little side was so obedient. My cock twitched, knowing he was waiting for me to come back and shove my cock down his throat.

"Let's get you undressed," I said.

He stood. Arms open. He waited for me to undress him. I unzipped the onesie from his neck to his navel. He was hiding an erection. Naked in his onesie. He must've slipped inside it to get out of bed and play with Sugar.

I gave his ass a heavy-handed grab. It jiggled. "Get in," I said, "I want to make sure every inch of you is washed clean."

Since our tests came back negative, I'd been able to make my deposits directly inside him. I think he preferred it this way.

He didn't immediately go under the showerhead. He waited for me. I was there to make sure the water was the right temperature for him.

I took the brunt of the water first. Letting it spit hot then cold, then very hot to just right. Figuring out the sweet spot was always a task, and it never seemed to be the same.

"You want to rub the wash into Daddy's chest?"

Alexi grabbed a bottle. "This one?" He squirted out a handful and splashed it against my chest. He snickered, lathering me in the foamy suds. "Mhmm, coconut."

I pulled him into my arms, getting the shampoo all over him. My erection pressing against each other. The water got him. I pushed his hair back, wetting it. "Is that nice?"

He hummed. "I like it."

"Turn around, let me get all of you clean." He turned, the water going down his back and ass. "Maybe we need to get you dirty first." My fingers immediately sliding between his cheeks.

"Does it involve Daddy's cream?"

I pressed my chest against to his back, and my chin on his shoulder. "Want to be Daddy's little cream puff, again?"

"Please."

My cock knew where it wanted to be, positioned to part his cheeks and take over where my hand had been. I'd teased his hole with a finger first.

This wasn't the first time we'd fucked in the shower. I was prepared. In the shower caddy on the wall, there was a small bottle of lube. I only needed a little to work my way in.

Alexi embraced the tile and arched his back. His light moans were amplified.

I was slow to start. Easing and teasing the tip.

"Harder," he whispered.

My cock was also obedient to him and thrust deep. My hips thumping at his cheeks.

Alexi moaned, his head back, just out of the water. I placed my head at his neck and kissed him.

With my hands at his waist, I continued to fuck him against the tile. I felt around for his cock. It was solid, rubbing up against the wet tile. "You like that?" I asked.

"I'm a good boy," he said, "let me have it."

Pumping myself faster and slower, I played him like an instrument, each movement created a different echoed moan.

"Want Daddy's load?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy!"

Alexi's hole clenched around my cock. He let out a deep, throaty moan.

I knew the feeling. He was cumming.

I came inside him seconds later. My cock planted inside him until I was sure he had every last drop.

"You're a good little cream puff," I said, kissing the side of his neck, and admiring the little red hickey mark I'd left. "It's all yours, baby."

He leaned into me, rubbing his back against my chest like I was his big body loofah. "Thank you."