18. WARREN

For the first morning since we adopted the kitten, I woke before Alexi. We stayed up until he wanted to go to bed. It was a reward for having to go through the Benny situation. I knew he felt it. He wouldn't let go of my hand—or I wouldn't let go of his hand.

I enjoyed Alexi staying over, and all it took was a kitten. I'd always wanted a cat. They were independent and curious, and I loved that.

I prepared breakfast in bed. It was his favourite cereal in a retro plastic bowl with a matching spoon. He said it made his insides all giggly when he first saw them. I'd bought them online for him. I wanted to give him everything, even things he didn't know he wanted until they were sitting in his lap.

Served on a tray with a small cup of orange juice, I set it on the bedside table before climbing into the bed. I cuddled and kissed his neck, rousing him from his cute slumber.

"Wakey, wakey," I whispered in his ear, pressing kisses to his cheek. "Sleepy head."

In his grey Totoro onesie, he let out a groan as he stretched. Flinging his arm out, he almost hit me. "What time is it?" he yawned.

"Eight," I said, blowing a small raspberry of a kiss on him.

"Oh no." He yawned bigger. "You're up before me."

Pulling away, I watched to make sure I wasn't going to knock the breakfast tray. I wore nothing but a dressing gown, held loosely by a belt around my waist. "And I made breakfast." As I picked the tray up, I noticed the belt slowly come undone. And if he took any longer to wake up, he'd have my cock in his bowl of cereal. Probably not something he'd object to.

"You did?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Of course, you're my precious boy and you deserve everything."

He wiggled around on the bed, hiding his face with his hands. "Stop," he giggled.

"It's true," I said. "Quick, sit up, I'm—" it was too late, the belt was undone and my cock would've been on the tray if I hadn't held it out. "It's out."

Alexi licked his lips. "What's my breakfast?"

"Cheerios, but you can choose."

He sat upright in bed, prepared for me to place the tray over his lap. "Aren't we going to be late?"

I sat the tray down then tucked my dressing gown together. "It's Sunday." I squatted at the side of the bed to look at his face. "We're not working today, the team at the stall are only working half the day anyway."

"Oh, you—you never—"

"Because I wanted it to be a surprise," I said. Raising a hand to his face, I pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. "So, second breakfast is still on the table, or the bed."

"Oh?" I felt his jaw clench against my hand. He smiled at me.

"I was thinking, we can take a short tour of the living room, watch some TV, then an afternoon of getting wet in the tub, followed by an evening of being hand fed strawberries." I hadn't planned completely what we would be doing on this day off, but after what happened yesterday, I couldn't help trying to occupy his day.

"We should go back to that second breakfast comment first," he said, picking up the plastic spoon, "But I also need to go back to my flat, and make sure Amelia and Tim don't think I've moved out."

"And—that's something else I wanted to ask," I said, removing my hand from his face. "Move in with me." It came out of nowhere. Maybe now I was coming on too strong.

He dropped the spoon. Glaring into my eyes, the look on his face as they glazed over. "Move—move—move in?"

I nodded. "Yeah, move in with me."

He grabbed at the spoon again. "But—but what if—what if we get under each other's feet and you get annoyed?"

From what I knew and from what he'd told me, this was what he'd gone through most of his life, quietly going about his life, not saying a word to anyone, or trying to be a bother about anything. "You're not a bother," I said. "I want you here because we make each other happy."

As he started eating, I ran my fingers from his head, pushing back the hood to see the messy long hair. Combing my fingers through it, he smiled, sipping the milk from the spoon. "Did you feed Sugar?"

I shook my head. "I know you like to feed him."

"Thank you."

"You don't have to decide now," I said. "All I want is for you to be happy. And I don't want you running somewhere else every night calling that place home and letting your side of the bed go cold." We'd only been together intimately for a few weeks, and yet, he'd left an impression—not just on the bed, but everywhere.

Between mouthfuls of the cereal, he looked at me. "I don't—I don't want to rely on you."

"Please," I said, combing my fingers through his hair. "I want you to rely on me, I want you to need me, like I need you."

"You don't need me." He looked away.

"I do."

"But you have everything."

"Everything but the world's most precious boy," I said, "I would do anything for you."

"Can I think about it?" He looked at a spoonful of cereal.

"Of course," I said, standing. I kissed his forehead. "You can have all the time to think about it. My offer stands. I want you to fill this place with more than just what you've left and what I've bought."

"All my onesies?" his lips pressed together, forming a wide smile up both sides of his cheeks. "I have a lot of them. There would need to be a lot of room made for me."

"I'll throw all my things out," I said into a light laugh. "I'm semi-serious about that. I would make room. You already have room here. I'm just want it to be permanent."

It was true. I'd made a lot of room for Alexi, even if he didn't realise it. His onesies were hung in my closet and there was an entire drawer filled with his things. He might not have seen them, but they were there.

"So, what do you think about the day I have planned?"

He scooped up another mouthful of Cheerios. "Let me finish and then we can go into second breakfast."

And like clockwork, my robe slipped open to reveal the second breakfast.

I didn't want to push him further on the idea of moving in with me, but I knew he wasn't happy in the room he rented. Perhaps I was being selfish and used his situation to my advantage, but I knew he wanted to wake up to me and I wanted to wake up to him every morning.

He wolfed down the cereal in record time then excused himself to use the bathroom.

While he was away, I cleaned the tray up, placing it on the dresser. I laid on the bed, the robe covering my cock as it got thicker with anticipation of him coming back out to me.

From the bedroom door, Alexi peered inside, a hand at his mouth as he giggled. I figured he might've grabbed Sugar from the living room and put a stop to the first plan of the day.

"Close your eyes," he said.

I closed them. "Ok. Are you going to surprise me?"

He feet pattered across the floor before he bounced into bed. "Open them."

Alexi sat in front of me, completely naked.

"Oh."

He craned his neck and kissed me, his minty fresh breath on his gentle exhale in my face. "What's on the menu?"

I whipped open my robe to show off my semi-erect cock.

"I just had a big breakfast," he said, biting his bottom lip.

"There's a whole different stomach for this type of breakfast."

Alexi pounced on me, pressing his cool lips against my skin with gentle precious kisses. From the chest, all the way down my body. My cock grew harder with each kiss. The anticipation of him touching it with his minty mouth had my toes prematurely curling.

This side of him was nice to see come out, it was often me on him, as he laid trying to bat away all the tickles from his body.

My cock was conflicted the moment Alexi put it in his mouth, like applying mint body wash to my balls, it was strange. It tingled in all the right ways, and if he continued, I didn't know I could control myself. "Ok," I said, nearly choking on a breath.

Alexi pulled my cock out of his mouth like he was sucking on a lollipop. "Was it ok?"

"You were doing great," I said. "I just—I need to fuck you."

He stuck his tongue out and pulled my foreskin down before licking the underside of my cock, where the skin of my shaft met the foreskin. I grabbed at the bedsheet around me, trying my best to control myself. His tongue continued to collect the precum that had formed over my tip.

"Mhmm, sweet." He went on to press the tip to his lips, like my precum was a lip gloss, and I couldn't wait to kiss it off him.

I reached out to his shoulder, encouraging him to come away from my cock. I didn't want to tell him what he'd done to me, I couldn't have him feel all self-conscious. Although he did have a great tongue, I'd seen it get to the bottom of a yogurt pot and clean the edges.

He tried hiding his erection when he sat on my abdomen, but I wasn't going to let him. I peeled his hands away from it and watched as it smacked against his belly.

"You don't have to be shy around me, baby."

"But when you touch it, it gets butterflies," he whispered, pushing out his bottom lip in a pout. "And then it'll explode."

"I won't let it." I licked my forefinger before pressing it against the exposed tip of his cock.

He moaned out, closing his eyes and bearing down on my belly. "Uh. Oh."

"It's ok." I stuck the finger back in my mouth. "You're delicious."

"I know I am," he giggled.

I grabbed the lube from the nightstand. With a squirt of it, there was no more waiting. A little of it on my cock and the rest of it down a finger. I felt for his hole with precision and with a hooked finger. He moaned, leaning into my finger.

Once a second finger was inside, there was no more waiting around. I pulled them out, spread his cheeks and let my cock aim for his open hole. It went all the way in, down the base. He arched his back as he leaned on me, holding himself steady on my waist.

I pumped and pulsed my hips as I fucked him. He moaned on top of me.

This should've been the very definition of breakfast in bed.

With a hand at the back of his head, keeping his face on mine, we exchanged minty kisses and moans. I didn't want to let go of him.

Holding back the urge to cum inside him, I couldn't hold on any longer.

Alexi came first and I was instantly second.

His hole had a heartbeat around my cock.

I kept hold of him in my arms for a moment longer.

"I think I'm ready for second sleep," I said, kissing his forehead.

Alexi laid on my chest. "Lucky we don't have work today."

I kissed the top of his head, catching my breath. "Very lucky."