Suited

Seventeen

A/N: It's my birthday so here's another chapter. Enjoy <3

I managed to get Lawrence to use his nebulizer and the wheezing to stop. That was the biggest priority. He needed to breathe. Next was washing up. He was covered in semen. His and mine. I had no clue whose was in his hair. A bath would put too much pressure on his body but he was having trouble standing for a myriad of reasons so I sat him in the tub and hosed him down with the moveable shower head I'd installed the other day. The steam also helped to open him up.

Toweling him off was a little difficult but it got done and soon he was in his robe and sweatpants downstairs on the couch. It took him a while to realize that the turkey and vegetables on his plate was meant for eating but he got there and the food in his stomach with some water. I'd decided to give him half of the patty in a stir fry. According to the notes from his care team, he could have caffeine in small amounts so I also gave him a half caffeinated espresso con panna and more water after that.

He asked to help with my puzzle. I let him. We'd done all of the sorting so now it was just a matter of getting more of the pieces in place. I didn't work on it much this week. I tried not to rush it but the fact he wanted to help made me giddy. He was loving me. I let him pick something to watch in an effort to love him back. I didn't think I'd watch it since I was so focused but he put on I Care A Lot which was apparently one of his favorite movies.

Heidi let Diletta hold a watch party at their house when it came out. It happened for the Ultimatum usually but a queer thriller was a good exception. Naturally, I was in attendance. It was good. The party and the film. Things were very simple then. Haydn hadn't even started going to the club yet. It was just me, the girls, and their friends who were my acquaintances huddled up on the couch and floor watching a movie with blankets and popcorn with more butter than any of us had any business consuming.

By the time the film was thirty minutes in, Lawrence was asleep. I didn't bother waking him since he'd seen it before and I didn't bother finishing it because the lustra needed to be cleaned but I left it on. I draped a blanket over him and went upstairs. The dildo went in the sink so I could focus on the floor. There was cum on the laminate and the mirror. I found myself looking up at the ceiling just to be sure and luckily that was fine. Water and vinegar got the job done and I took care of the toy before setting the room and bathroom back into their rightful states.

Lawrence wandered upstairs while I was deciding what to have him wear. Even though he had on his robe still, he had the blanket wrapped around him, dragging part of it on the floor. He seemed surprised to see me in his room as if I wasn't the only awake enough to tidy it.

He smiled anyway, still a little sleepy in the eyes. "Hi Signore. Can I help with anything?"

I pulled a hoodie from the rod and figured that it matched well enough with his pants, though both were wrinkled. "You can take your pants off." I didn't hear him respond so I turned to look at his face and he looked terrified. What the hell? "Are you okay?"

"Um, yeah but I can't... Sir, I can't go again. I'm exhausted." He was practically begging.

Oh he thought—HA—"I'm satisfied, ragazzo. I just need to iron your pants. We're going to the store. I need groceries" and we didn't have long to get them. It was a little after one.

"Oh! That makes more sense. Thanks." He pulled them off and thrusted his arm toward me.

That wasn't grateful enough for me. "Kneel." He hesitated. "I'm not going to use you. This is training. Kneel." He sank onto his knees and I folded his pants, fixed his hands so that he was holding the pants with both of them up near his chest, and dipped his head down while I reminded him the rules about his cuffs—and that he needed to fold. His suitcase had been a nightmare—I'd taken the cuffs off before his bath and set them and his leather ones on the counter. He'd chosen the leather but he had rules to follow. He wasn't to disobey or distrust me with either set of cuffs on.