Chapter Two

It was barely a kiss. Goddamn. That wisp of a kiss was nowhere near enough for Boone. His hunger was off the charts. No one had called him daddy in nearly a decade. When his hands had covered Jupiter’s, he still hadn’t known what he would do. He didn’t know if his heart or mind could do this again. Then he had heard Jupiter take a ragged breath. That was the moment he realized how badly they wanted the same thing.

Boone stared at the closed bathroom door and breathed through his anxiety. He couldn’t let Jupiter know how hard this was for him. There was a reason he never interacted with the Littles. He liked being around them. Their quiet enjoyment of a simpler life was soothing to him. But not only was Boone’s life ugly in ways he would never want Jupiter to see, he was a wreck. Boone coped through drugs and violence. Jupiter was the first person to make him want to try again to connect. When Jupiter stepped out of the bathroom, Boone was hit all over again with his reasons why.

In a cozy-looking dog onesie pajama set, his eyes looked unsure and innocent. He crossed the room and climbed into bed. Boone tucked him in.

“Did you remember to brush your teeth?”

Jupiter nodded. His gorgeous gaze never wavered from holding Boone’s stare.

“Would you like a bedtime story?”

“Please?”

Boone straightened and eyed the room. Except for quite a few stuffies and a large array of pajamas hanging in the open closet, Jupiter’s apartment looked like it belonged to any grown man. “Do you have a book selection?”

“They’re in a drawer under the bed. Will you kiss me goodnight first in case I fall asleep?”

Boone thanked God he had his head down, eyeing the bed frame and the drawers at the end of the bed. The moment Jupiter asked to be kissed, a smirk had stretched his lips. He felt his expression turn wicked. Fuck. He needed to learn how to hide his thoughts. Boone didn’t want to scare Jupiter away immediately. No way would he turn down a kiss. Still, he planned to keep it PG for now. They had time. Boone was a tad intense. He didn’t want Jupiter to run.

Boone leaned over and braced his hands on either side of Jupiter’s pillow. He whisked his lips across Jupiter’s mouth. Before he could move away, Jupiter grabbed two handfuls of Boone’s shirt and held on. He bit Boone’s bottom lip. A moan escaped him. Jupiter took advantage. His tongue slipped inside Boone’s mouth. In a flash, Boone’s mind blanked. Jupiter matched him stroke for stroke. Their tongues clashed. Jupiter made a sound that had Boone’s hard dick crying. Boone was a man on the edge, but he wasn’t a weakling. He took control, slowing things down before pulling away. Boone purposely kept his face averted, keeping Jupiter from seeing his hunger.

“Which drawer?”

“The one on the right.”

Boone dropped to one knee and slid the drawer open that was built into the bed frame. His brain froze. The entire drawer was full of various toys for sexual gratification. He leaned forward and braced his forehead against the mattress, praying for strength as he eyed the contents. God, he wanted to do all the things.

“Oops. I meant the one on the left.”

Boone glanced up in time to catch Jupiter’s smirk. The mix-up had been purposeful. His boy obviously enjoyed getting spanked. He had a naughty side. Boone closed the drawer and opened the other. There weren’t as many books as there were toys, but what he had was chapter books. It seemed he didn’t like stories too childish. Boone picked one and sat in the rocking chair where he had waited during Jupiter’s shower. He took a deep breath and kept his gaze firmly locked on his task. Boone would take this slowly, even if it killed him. Tonight, he would read. Tomorrow… God help him. He had no idea.

The timbre of Boone’s voice was sexy as hell. Jupiter had never heard him speak this much. Boone was a quiet man. Honestly, that was something Jupiter liked about him. He was calming. Jupiter felt safe at his side. It was obvious Boone wouldn’t touch him tonight. Jupiter was on fire. That kiss had been enough to leave him agitated with lust. If Boone wouldn’t touch him, Jupiter would have to touch himself. That was a familiar problem for him. He owned all the toys. Jupiter had needs and no one to fill them. He was ready to tear off his skin.

Jupiter did his best to ensure the blankets hid his erection. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing even, feigning sleep. As much as he didn’t want to give up his time with Boone, he was fucking horny. His body ached. The story became a hum. In his head, he saw the moment Boone had covered his hands at the park. He felt the way Boone had cupped his throat, controlling him. All the times they held each other’s stare flitted through his mind. Damn. He had been sick with need for Boone for a while. It was hard to be so close, but still so far away. He wanted to cry.

Finally, the words stopped. He listened to Boone’s footsteps heading for the door. Jupiter risked a peek in time to see Boone slipping from his room. He held his breath and strained for the sound of the front door. Still, he didn’t move. The roar of Boone’s powerful sports car purred outside his bedroom window. The reflection of headlights slid across his wall as Boone backed from his driveway.

Even knowing he was alone, Jupiter didn’t rush. He slid the zipper down on his pjs, teasing himself. Boone had him so hot, he already knew this wouldn’t take long. Without underwear, he easily freed his erection. Jupiter still saw Boone in his head. The way he had looked when he had forced Jupiter’s head back to meet his stare at the park haunted him. No one had ever looked at him like that before. Boone’s eyes had been terrifying. Jupiter had felt so fucking alive in that moment. He stroked himself. A frustrated growl escaped him. Jupiter didn’t want to be the one touching him. He wanted Boone. Damn. Why was it so hard to have what he craved?

Jupiter’s hand found the closest stuffie. He held it against his cock and lifted his hips. With his eyes squeezed closed, Jupiter held on to the wisps of Boone. He fucked the stuffed bear’s face, picturing all the things he wished Boone would do. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as a whimper escaped him. He felt empty. Jupiter strained harder against the toy, humping it. He was so close. Jupiter’s toes curled, digging into the bed. He moved faster and faster against the fake fur. The pressure had his mind ready to snap. A strangled cry escaped him as he spit cum on the toy, soaking its fur. He gasped for air, making sure he got every drop. In frustration, Jupiter tossed the bear aside and stared at his bedroom ceiling as he tried to get his breathing under control. There had to be more to life than this. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait to find it.