I stood and watched Cecil rocking Joshua in the glider that had been delivered with the rest of the nursery furniture when his employees had returned with the items he'd had his clerk set aside for him. I guessed the good thing about owning a consignment/thrift store was knowing when you had stock for things you needed in an emergency like this.

I'd stayed through dinner, and now it was going on ten o'clock. I should have felt weird about still being here, but it just felt right somehow. And every time I'd made noises about leaving, Cecil had smoothly convinced me to stay "just a little longer". I walked over and double checked the crib and smoothed the crib sheet.

"Hmmph. It's still smooth, alpha. Careful. People might think the little tyke is growing on you."

I looked over at Cecil with a grin. "To be fair, I did put a lot of sweat equity into making this nursery happen today so the little stinker didn't have to sleep in that porta-crib all night."

Cecil snorted. "Stinker? Really? I thought we were never mentioning that last diaper fiasco again?"

I chuckled with a shudder. That had been the rankest shit, no pun intended, that I'd ever seen or smelled. I'd ended up using both hands to pinch both mine and Cecil's noses closed while he'd cleaned some tar looking shit off that little butt. Cecil had called Liam in a panic after, but apparently the meconium stools, as he'd called it, were common for the first two or three days after birth. Something about crap that lined his digestive tract from his time in the womb. Cecil and I both hoped it was his last since he was officially going into his third day as of 9:13 this evening.

"That reminds me. I'm going to take that nasty diaper outside so it doesn't stink up the kitchen trash. We should get a diaper pail tomorrow, huh? Where is your outside garbage?"

Cecil smiled gratefully as he lifted the baby to his shoulder to burp him. Each feeding seemed to be getting easier for him. Hopefully by this time next week it would be a breeze.

"It's right outside the kitchen if you take the backdoor, but on the outside of the fence. I'm too lazy to haul those big cans through the gate every week, so I've perma-parked them outside the back gate. You can either go out the front, or go around the side and use the fence. There's no lock on the gate, so it should be easy enough either way."

"Okay, toots. You tend to junior, I'll take out the trash." I winked at him and went to do the job, liking the oddly domestic feeling it gave me. If any of my friends could see me now, they would be laughing their fool asses off.

I went around the side of the house, enjoying the quiet solitude of the suburbs at night. When I opened the old wooden gate, the cans sat right outside of it like Cecil had described. Flood lights blinked on when I triggered the motion sensor, temporarily blinding me as I turned to the cans. I opened the lid to the non-recyclable bin and dropped the bag in. I'd just closed the lid and was about to turn to go back in, when a voice came from behind me and about made me jump right out of my skin.

"Who the hell are you, fancy boy? And what the hell did I smell going into Cecil's can?"

I turned to see a tall, gangly old man who was more skin than bones. His spine was bent as he stood stooped over a cane. His thick black eyebrow bushes reminded me of two angry caterpillars as he glared at me. I didn't bother to ask who the hell he was or what the fuck he was doing on Cecil's property. He was just a harmless, if incredibly grumpy, old man. I assumed he was one of the neighbors looking out for Cecil, so I smiled politely and answered him.

"Hello, sir. I'd offer to shake your hand, but I should probably wash my hands first. I'm Ian, a friend of Cecil's. And that disgusting smell was a day’s worth of diapers."

"What the hell is Cecil doing with a baby? I thought I heard squalling coming from in there. Did you get him with child, fancy boy?" He peered at me over the rims of wire rimmed glasses, his coarse, stubbled whiskers making a rasping noise as he scratched his jaw while waiting for my reply.

"No, sir. The child is Cecil's ward. His own parent passed last night and named Cecil as the boy's guardian." I had no idea why I felt compelled to tell this man Cecil's business, but the intent stare he was giving me through a pair of rheumy brown eyes had me sharing more than I normally would have done.

"Hmmph. Whose kid is it then? Cecil don't know that many people, fancy boy. He's a good boy. Keeps to himself, that one."

"Ah. Well, from what I was told by Cecil, he went to college with Bruce. They were roommates."

The old man's face fell as he staggered slightly on his cane. "Hmmph. Young Bruce passed over? I hadn't heard. Him and Cecil was good friends, those boys. Thick as thieves, they were. That's too bad..." His voice trailed off as he looked off to blink suspiciously damp eyes before turning his eyes back on me. "You taking care of Cecil? He hides it deep, but that boy's gonna be feelin' this one. He'll need a shoulder, fancy boy."

"I'll do my best, sir. Can I pass on anything to Cecil for you when I go back in?"

"Nah. Let him be. He's got enough on his plate without puzzling over the likes of me. You just make sure to be there for that shoulder, you hear me? And no funny business with his heart. He likes to act like he ain't an omega, but it's in there. He's just afraid of letting it show. Had too many people up and die on him, that boy. Young Bruce is just the latest in a line of 'em."

I nodded, unsure what to say. I finally just shrugged. "I'll do my best not to die then, sir."

"Smart mouths never got nobody nowhere in life, fancy boy. 'Cept for them damn lawyers."

I grinned. "Well, I am guilty of that as well, sir. The law is my lady and my life."

"Hmmph. Shoulda figured. Well I'll tell you one thing, fancy boy. The law won't keep your bed warm at night. That's a fact."

"True enough, sir. Don't I know it..." I trailed off sadly, thinking of Tom and all the others like him that I'd lost over the years while I'd been focused on my career. "Well, I'd better get back in there and make sure Cecil doesn't need my help. This whole baby thing has been an adventure since neither of us knows what the hell we're doing."

"Hmmph. I'll be watching you, fancy boy. Keep that in mind."

I had no answer to that, so I just nodded and waved as I turned to go back inside. When I went to close the fence, the old geezer was gone. Curiously, I stepped back out and looked around the driveway and surrounding area, but he was nowhere to be found. All the lights in the neighboring houses were off. What the hell? I shook my head and went back to close the gate.

When I went back in, Cecil was just easing out of the nursery. He pointed to the rest of the house and whispered, "Would you mind locking up and hitting the lights?"

"Sure, toots. No worries," I agreed with a heavy heart, thinking this was my cue to leave.

"Thanks, and when you come to bed, would you bring me a bottle of water? I'd grab it myself, but I figured you'd be in there anyway..." He trailed off with a sheepish grin.

Feeling much lighter hearted, I turned and went to do his bidding. I was pretty sure I would've done anything he'd asked at this point. A bottle of water and shutting down the house? Shit. That was too easy. Next time give me a dragon or something to slay, toots. I grinned to myself as I headed back to the master bedroom.

Cecil was already naked and reclined against the pillows with an arm over his head and weary smile on his face. His pale brown nipples stood out in stark relief against his pale skin. He reached down with his other hand to wearily scratch at the happy trail of hair that led down from his navel. I cracked open his water and handed it to him with a soft smile before disappearing into his bathroom for a minute or so.

By the time I stripped down and came back out, he was stretched and sound asleep. I walked over and gently removed his glasses, setting them on his nightstand next to the old watch he liked to wear, the handset for the baby monitor that Liam had sent over with his brother in law earlier this evening, and his charging cell phone. After stopping to turn off his light, I turned and carefully made my way around to the other side of the bed.

Once I'd settled in, Cecil migrated toward me like a heat seeking missile. I gladly pulled him close, resting my cheek against his crazy head of curls.

I sighed softly, wondering if this feeling of closeness was what had made all my friends suddenly couple up over the past few years. And was it something that I could have had all along with the other omegas I'd dated, or was it specific to Cecil? I was still pondering this as I passed out.

I woke up a few hours later with my heart pounding and the sound of screaming coming over the baby monitor. Cecil and I both sat up with a start. He reached over to turn on the light with a sigh.

"Go ahead, toots. I'll go get a bottle warmed and bring it in."

"Really?" He breathed the word out with a surprised smile. "You don't mind?"

"If I did, I wouldn't be here. Now go on, I'll be there as soon as I can."

Cecil surprised me by leaning over to kiss my cheek before darting back over and slipping out of bed. I followed his example, and walked to the kitchen stark naked to get the bottle.

It wasn't like I had any clothes here other than the jeans and t-shirt that I'd quickly pulled on at my house this morning before our whirlwind trip to the superstore before going to pick up junior.

By the time I had the bottle warm, I found Cecil settling into the glider with Joshua. "That was fast, usually you'd still be fighting with getting him dressed again."

Cecil smiled proudly. "Right? It was smooth this time, I couldn't believe it. By the time that nanny your assistant found gets here, I'll be a master and won't need her."

I chuckled and handed him the bottle before dropping down on the floor in front in him. I sat there cross legged to keep him company while he fed the little guy. "I'm sorry she can't come before Tuesday. I'll stick around if you'd like?"

Cecil frowned. "I want to say yes, but I feel like I'm stealing your time. And don't you have to work?"

"Not this week. I closed the office, actually." I snorted. "I bugged Alyssa at home about the nanny situation. Don't worry though, she was fine with it. But yeah, the only thing I'm missing is the mind numbing solitude of home or the inane club scene. Either way, I'm good being here to give you a hand and keep you company. I can leave if you want though, just say the word if I'm wearing out my welcome."

"Are you kidding me right now? You've been my savior today. You'll be lucky if I ever let you leave! At least until the nanny gets here anyway. After that, we can talk." He winked at me with a grin.

A few minutes later, Cecil was poking me with his toe. "Hey, go back to bed. I'll be in there to join you in a few."

"Hmm? No, I'm good. I want to keep you company."

Cecil grinned. "Ian. You've been sitting there sleeping the whole time Joshua was having his bottle. He's half asleep and the bottle is almost gone, see?" I looked and saw that he was telling the truth. I groaned with embarrassment as I hung my head.

"Ian. It's fine. Go back to bed, I'll be right in."

"Seriously? I can stay."

"Nope. Besides, think how bad you'd feel if I tripped over you while trying to get this one back into his crib, hmm?"

I nodded. "Good point. Okay, you win." I stretched and stood. Without thinking about it, I bent down and kissed the top of Joshua's downy little head before turning and heading back to Cecil's big, soft bed.

I woke up again at dawn to the sound of sucking and a delicious moist, heat suctioning around my cock.

My head jerked up and looked down to see Cecil looking up at me in the early morning light with his lips stretched around my thick cock.

"Can you even see me without your glasses?" I asked stupidly, because sure, that's what I needed to say after the awesome wake-up call I'd been given.

Cecil pulled off my cock and snorted. "Actually, you're just a big blur from down here." He crawled up my body, straddling my hips and leaning over my face. When he was about six inches or so away, he smiled. "There you are. Hi, there. Did I wake you with my need to satisfy my oral fixation?"

I reached down to knead his ass cheeks as he leaned in for a kiss. I reached out blindly for the lube that still sat on my night table to get my fingers wet enough for a little assplay.

I lubed up my digits and worked them into his tight rim while Cecil wiggled and squirmed on top of me. His tongue moved smoothly into my mouth, kissing me hard and deep while I stroked his 'p' spot and finger fucked him.

I pulled my fingers out and kneaded his cheeks some more while our cocks rubbed against each other, creating a delicious friction as we kissed. I wasn't even thinking past the kiss and glorious friction a few minutes later when Cecil lifted up and shifted forward.

In the next second, he was grinding down onto my cock, shoving my length into his tight hole that my fingers had thankfully loosened.

I remember thinking that there was just enough lube left from my fingers that I knew he wasn't getting hurt. After that it was on and my mind went blank.

Cecil took over and rode me fast and hard. He never broke our kiss, but just took what he needed from me. I gave it gladly, my hands keeping a firm grip on his tight little ass while I met him thrust for thrust.

It was over almost before it began, it seemed. Fireworks shot off behind my closed lids as Cecil's ass clenched around me. I opened my eyes as he broke our kiss and leaned back to spray my chest with cum while I shot my load inside his body. I watched his face contort with pleasure and couldn't help but admire how free he was with his sexuality. Funny, considering how buttoned up the omega was when he was outside of the bedroom.

After his moment passed, Cecil flopped down across my chest and muttered sleepily, "Please don't let the booger wake up for at least an hour. I really need to pass the fuck out." And with that he passed out, lying across my chest in a pool of his own cum. I smiled and stroked his back as I let myself drift back to sleep.

Right before I sunk deep into the bliss of unconsciousness, a thought flitted across my mind. Had we just fucked bareback? I really wasn't sure, to be honest.