Chapter 5

Chapter

Five

The drive to the next destination was quiet.

Trev was exhausted from the chase, and he clung to the lockbox. He was stuck in the back seat with Jupiter, and he kept himself as close to the door as possible. It didn't escape his attention how Jupiter stretched his arm over the back of the seat, and the gesture felt oddly protective.

And possessive.

Ugh.

"Where are we going?" Trev asked quietly.

"Somewhere with no windows for you to crawl out of," Jupiter retorted. "Quiet now, baby doll."

Trev could tell from looking out the window that they'd left the city limits, but he wasn't sure where they were headed. He knew the highway they were on and that they were driving north, but that was all he could deduce. He kept an eye on the time, noting that twenty-two minutes passed before they turned off the highway.

Driving at sixty miles per hour figured out to roughly a mile a minute, so they were at least twenty miles out from the city limits.

That would be one hell of a walk, but Trev could always try to hitch a ride too. Maybe he could even steal one of these stupid mafia edition SUVs. He wanted to keep his options open, his mind continuing to spin as they pulled up to a dark building.

It was two stories, brick, and the parking lot was horribly overgrown. The faded sign over the front entrance read Create-A-Critter, and most of the windows were boarded over. It appeared to have been abandoned for quite some time.

"Your penthouse suite is waiting for you, sir," Emil taunted from the front seat, laughing as he got out.

Trev grimaced.

What a fucking tool.

Sal came around to open the back door so Jupiter could exit first. Jupiter offered his hand to assist Trev. He got a firm grip on his arm as soon as Trev's feet hit the pavement as if he expected Trev to make a break for it.

Rightfully so because Trev had already been looking at the surrounding trees, wondering how far he could make it running around in the dark.

Emil led the way to the side entrance of the building. As old as the place was, the keypad was definitely new. Trev tried to see what the code was, but Sal blocked his view.

Not that he could make out much of anything right now because it was pitch fucking black.

The door opened into—surprise—a dark room. Emil flicked on a light switch, revealing it was an old office full of moldy smelling file boxes and assorted plush animals. There was a hallway lined with several wooden doors and a metal pair marked FACTORY FLOOR down at the very end.

Jupiter led Trev to one of the doors closest to the factory doors and then opened it. "Here it is." He smirked. "Your home sweet home."

"Fucking lovely," Trev drawled.

The room was small, reeked of mildew, and the ceiling tiles looked like they could collapse at any second. The floor was clean at least and the bed looked new. There was a mini fridge, a table with two chairs, and…

A length of chain attached directly to the brick, at the end of which was a silver collar with a small padlock.

Trev's stomach twisted.

As Jupiter had said, there were no windows. The only door was the one they'd used to enter, and Trev didn't think he could reach the ceiling tiles even if he stood on the table. Of course, he probably wouldn't be able to reach shit with that collar on.

Great.

Wonderful.

He was going to be chained up in a brick box with no way out.

"You two enjoy your evening," Sal said. "I'll call you tomorrow, all right? Make sure we get you some food and shit to eat."

"Yes, sir." Jupiter tipped his head politely.

"Me and Emil gotta go take a phone call. You get your pet all fixed up." Sal smirked. "We'll be back to check on you before we go."

Trev flinched as the door shut, and he hugged the lockbox to his chest.

Now it was just him and Jupiter.

Maybe he could crack Jupiter in the head with the lockbox.

"Come along, baby doll." Jupiter picked up the collar. "Let's get this over with, huh? And don't even think about hitting me with that damn box and running. Sal and Emil are still right outside."

Well, damn.

"Loving this, aren't you?" Trev hissed, tensing as he allowed Jupiter to snap the collar around his neck. It was heavy, cold, and he hated its weight.

"There." Jupiter checked the fit before closing the padlock. He seemed satisfied and put the key to the padlock in his jacket pocket. "Now you shouldn't be any more trouble."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Trev batted his eyes and gave the chain an experimental tug. "Ever see Return of the Jedi before?"

"Many times. Maybe I should get you a little gold bikini to complete the look."

"Have I told you how much I love that glitter on you?" Trev dragged the chain with him to sit on the bed. He set the lockbox down beside him. "Really softens up your features."

"You already know there's nothing soft about me." Jupiter took a seat in one of the rickety chairs. "Now. I suggest you get some sleep. Big day ahead of you."

"Oh?"

Jupiter only smiled. "I can see the wheels turning in that pretty head of yours. I'm not telling you anything."

"Afraid I'm going to run again?"

"The window at the club was clever. How did you know it was there?"

"A leprechaun told me."

Jupiter smiled expectantly.

"Fine." Trev stretched out on his side with a huff. "I used to work there. Before they did some remodeling. That's how I knew."

Jupiter nodded.

"So. You afraid I'm going to run again?"

"Not afraid, but definitely prepared for it." Jupiter crossed his arms. "That's why I'm not telling you anything because I know you'll use the tiniest detail to your advantage. You're smart."

"Aw, thank you." Trev beamed. "You know, I think once I really get to know you, you'll still be, oh yeah, a giant fucking asshole ."

"Yes, with a job to do."

Trev rolled onto his back, noticing how Jupiter's gaze drifted over his body. "Does that job include fucking me?"

"That was an unexpected perk." Jupiter's eyes paused on Trev's exposed stomach. "But don't worry. It's been a rough night. I'll save your punishment for later."

Trev's loins flooded with a traitorous surge of heat, but he kept his face neutral. "Like I'm ever going to let you touch me again."

"You will." Jupiter chuckled. "You think you're smarter than me and you'll use the only edge you have left. Well, the one you think you have anyway. That I want you."

"I think that you want me? Oh please." Trev laughed. He slid his hand up his body to push his hoodie up, moaning wantonly. "Oh, you really are such a talented boy, aren't you, baby doll?" He bit his lip, raising his ass off the bed and humping the air as he continued to mock Jupiter's previous comments. "That's right, mmm . Never had anyone suck me like this before, oh my God, baby . It's just so good, mmm . You're such a good boy."

Jupiter's upper lip twitched.

"That was you," Trev said flatly, flopping back against the mattress. "Creaming your glittery little drawers over me."

"You were an adequate partner."

"Adequate?" Trev scowled. "We both know you're full of shit and you're just saying that to piss me off. You might as well stop."

"Why would I do that when it works so easily?" Jupiter chuckled. "You're an open book. I already know you better than you know yourself. Your desire for approval is almost toxic."

"Oh no!" Trev pretended to pout. "That really hurts my feelings coming from the guy whose entire personality screams daddy issues ." He scoffed. "Let's see. Controlling in bed, probably a perfectionist, you hate being vulnerable, you want to fuck all the time but you never commit so you can't be abandoned again. That about sum it up?"

Jupiter said nothing.

"So, what happened?" Trev pressed. "Daddy leave you all alone? Did he go out for cigarettes and never come back?"

"Do you know what happened to yours?" Jupiter countered.

Trev narrowed his eyes.

"Your brother, Roderick Legrand, killed him."

Trev froze.

No.

That couldn't be true.

Could it?

Why would Boss Cold murder their father?

Why wouldn't Trev's mother have told him any of this? The idea of her lying about Boris's death didn't sit well with Trev, and he hated not knowing what was real or not. He didn't want to believe his mother had been this dishonest, and he sure as hell didn't trust Jupiter to tell him the truth.

Then again, if truth was always more frightening than fiction, it made sense for Jupiter to be honest if for no other reason than to rattle Trev.

"Bullshit," Trev spat. "Why?"

"You'll have to ask him when you meet him," Jupiter said smugly, clearly pleased he'd upset Trev. "But he sure did. Killed him in cold blood. That brother of yours is a real classy fellow."

" Half -brother."

The door opened, and Sal and Emil walked back in. Emil was smiling, but Sal looked grim.

Trev was starting to suspect that was just Sal's face.

"We got it," Sal said. "We're good."

"We're fucking golden !" Emil gushed. "We just got the test back! It's fuckin' him."

"Excellent." Jupiter smiled. "And now?"

"We move to the next part of the plan," Sal replied. "Waitin'. Stay put. Need anything?"

"A glass of a nice, dry merlot," Jupiter said wistfully.

Emil laughed. "Fuckin' dumbass. There's some beer in the fridge and it's cold."

"We'll bring you some stuff tomorrow," Sal said. "Our contact for the pipeline will be coming through too."

"Coming here?" Jupiter raised his brow.

"They say he's a real hands-on kinda guy. Wants to see the setup in person. Dunno. We ain't never met this fuck before."

"All right. We'll be here."

"Both of you," Sal said, and it sounded like a warning. "Night."

"Night." Jupiter tipped his head.

"Good night! Sweet dreams!" Trev waved. "I hope you both die in a terrible, fiery death!"

Sal didn't say anything, but Emil gave Trev a nasty glare as they left.

Jupiter stood to lock the door behind them. He tilted his head, popping his neck, then stretched his arms and returned to the chair. He leaned back, crossing his arms and getting comfortable. "Let me know when you're ready for me to turn the light off."

Trev waited a few seconds to make sure Jupiter was perfectly cozy before saying, "Right about now actually would be great. I'm really tired."

Jupiter narrowed his eyes in annoyance, but he got to his feet again.

"Oh, wait!" Trev snapped his fingers. "I just decided I want to stay up a little longer. You can leave it on."

"Cute." Jupiter flicked the switch. "Good night."

The room was pitch black now. There wasn't even any light coming through from under the door.

The chair creaked as Jupiter sat again, and he sighed. His face lit up as he brought out his phone, thumbing over the screen. His expression was hard to read, but Trev got the distinct impression he was being ignored now.

Trev felt around the bed to find the lockbox. He moved it against the far wall so he wouldn't roll over on it. It was already going to be uncomfortable as hell trying to sleep with the collar and chain on.

He shifted around, instantly hating the sound of the chain rattling with a blinding passion. He put his head on the pillows and soon found the tiniest movement made the chain clink.

The only benefit was that the noise made Jupiter look up from his phone and scowl.

Trev waited for Jupiter's gaze to return to his screen before purposefully moving to rattle the chain. After about the fifth time, Jupiter stopped looking up.

That was fine.

Trev had other petty torments up his sleeve, and he had a new plan.

He had to get the key to his collar out of Jupiter's pocket. To do that, he needed to get Jupiter to come much, much closer. If he was able to seduce Jupiter, Trev felt confident he would leave his clothes on for it like before.

There were countless positions that would give Trev the opportunity to snatch the key. He could hide it in his mouth until Jupiter finally passed out and then he could get the hell out of here.

Jupiter didn't have a car here, so he'd have to follow Trev on foot, and Trev hoped to be long gone by the time Jupiter noticed he was missing again. It wasn't a great plan, but it was the only one he had right now, and he wasn't going to actually sleep here in this dump willingly.

Now, he just had to get Jupiter's attention.

Trev slipped off his boots, deliberately kicking each one off onto the floor. He pointed his toes toward the end of the bed and stretched his arms out, grunting noisily. He wasn't surprised that Jupiter didn't glance up yet, but he was just getting started.

Trev rolled his hips to one side, bringing his knee up to his chest. He then rolled the other way to repeat the movement, the chain clinking away.

"What are you doing?" Jupiter asked, his eyes still fixed to his phone.

"Stretching," Trev replied simply. "Had quite the workout earlier, you know."

"Uh-huh."

Trev raised his feet toward the ceiling, easily folding himself into a pretzel and exhaling sharply. He held the position for a few moments before uncurling his body. He moved onto his stomach and brought his feet up to touch the back of his head, taking another deep breath.

Jupiter remained unmoved.

Trev wasn't even sure if Jupiter could see anything he was doing with only the glow of the phone to illuminate the room, but there were other senses he could manipulate.

Time to take things up a notch.

He rolled onto his back again and closed his eyes, running his hands over his stomach. He stroked the tips of his fingers around his navel and then dipped down to his hip bones. He needed to take his time and let this build to be particularly convincing.

Trev pressed his hands flat against his skin and slid them upward under his hoodie to thumb his nipples. His heart rate sped up a little, and his face warmed as blood zoomed there and down between his legs. It was hard to focus and actually get turned on, and he searched his brain for his favorite go-to jerk off fantasies.

But all he could think about was Jupiter.

Jupiter's strong hands, his soft lips, and that intoxicating way he had purred baby doll in Trev's ear.

Trev shivered, and his skin was instantly awash in white-hot waves of arousal. His body twitched with the memory of Jupiter being deep inside him, and his breath hitched as his nipples stiffened. He continued to tease them until they were both hard, each new stroke sending little zings cascading through his core.

His pulse throbbed through the shaft of his cock as he grew hard, and he both loved and hated how tight these shorts were. He squirmed, thrusting into the air. He squeezed his nipples until he gasped, and he twisted his head back into the pillows.

Trev's breathing was shallow, and he toed at the sheets as his desire spiked.

He pushed his hoodie up as the temperature in the room rose, clawing down his sides to grab his hips. He remembered the press of Jupiter's tight grip, and he clenched, suddenly well aware that Jupiter's come was still inside of him. If he fingered himself, no doubt he'd still find traces of how Jupiter had claimed him.

Christ.

Trev sucked one of his fingers into his mouth and grabbed himself through his shorts. The denim was drawn tight across his cock, and he rubbed along his shaft, his breathing coming faster now in little pants.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jupiter growled, his voice hoarse.

"Fuckin' busy. Fuck off," Trev replied curtly.

He didn't even bother looking at Jupiter. He knew he was watching, and that certainty made him grope himself more passionately. He pushed two fingers into his mouth, sucking harder as he humped his palm, chasing the tease of friction. He didn't moan outright, instead choosing to stay quiet and keep his attention on his own pleasure.

This was for him,

Not for Jupiter, not for anyone else.

Trev had to believe that.

If Jupiter suspected Trev was trying to lure him in to any kind of trap, it wouldn't work.

Trev lost himself to each pass of his hand, letting the sweet pressure steadily build as he panted. He needed more, and he quickly unbuttoned his shorts to shove them down around his thighs. He popped his fingers into his mouth as he rolled over onto his stomach, quickly smearing spit over his hole. He added more until he was wet enough to push inside.

With a languid sigh, Trev thrust two fingers in and grinded his cock against the bed. He lay as still as he could to keep the chain from rattling, pumping only his hips and hand. The stretch was quick, burned, and he bit his lip as the pleasure ebbed and flowed in steady ripples.

Light blinded him as Jupiter aimed his phone's flashlight right at him, and Trev closed his eyes. "Mm, what?"

"Fuck." Jupiter spoke the word as a growl, and the chair creaked as he approached the bed.

Trev refused to look at Jupiter yet. He focused on his own pleasure, thrusting his fingers as he continued to hump the bed in earnest. Feeling Jupiter's gaze on him was still hot even if he couldn't see it happening, and he let his imagination run wild picturing the lustful way Jupiter was probably devouring him with his eyes right now.

He could hear how Jupiter was panting, the rustle of his clothing as he moved closer, and Trev gasped as the chain was pulled tight.

The collar caught his throat and forced him to lift his head, his eyes fluttering open as he demanded, "What the fuck?"

"Move your hand, baby doll."

"I'm tryin' to come, thanks."

Jupiter pulled the chain again.

Trev whined, surprised how much he liked the new pressure and how it made his breath stutter. He had Jupiter right where he wanted, though he acted very put out as he slowly withdrew his fingers. "What? I'm not allowed to jerk off, sir ?"

"Not without my permission." Jupiter let the chain relax but didn't release it. He set his phone on the bed, the light creating fractured shadows as he traced the curve of Trev's ass and then slid a single finger between his cheeks to tease his hole. He pushed in, slick with nothing but Trev's own spit. "Tell me. What were you thinking about?"

"You." Trev pushed back against Jupiter's hand. "How… I can still feel your come inside me… I didn't clean any of it out."

"In too much of a hurry," Jupiter scolded.

"Wanted to keep it," Trev countered, quick enough to sound honest. "I… I wanted to feel you there."

Jupiter growled and thrust his finger in harder.

Definitely the right thing to say.

Trev moaned, but he made an effort to resist letting it out without a fight. He clawed at the sheets and whined, getting caught up in the fantasy of submission. "Please, sir. I want more. Please give me more."

Jupiter let go of the chain. "No."

"But, sir—! Ah!" Trev cried out when Jupiter smacked his ass. He clenched down on Jupiter's fingers, mewling when Jupiter spanked him again. "Please… I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

"Oh, is that so, baby doll?"

Another slap made Trev's hips buck forward, and he gasped for breath. "Please, s-sir…"

"Since you simply couldn't help yourself, you're going to take your punishment right now," Jupiter taunted, adding another finger.

Trev moaned without reservation as Jupiter moved to spanking his other cheek, and the burn throbbed into his very core. The slam of Jupiter's fingers was a fantastic counterpoint to the pain, and he slipped his hand under his belly to grab his cock.

"Ah ah." Jupiter stilled his fingers and gave Trev a brutal slap. "You're not going to come until I say you can." He pulled his hand away.

Trev felt the bed shift, and he resisted the urge to smirk as he realized Jupiter was climbing up behind him. He could still reach back and make a swipe at Jupiter's jacket pocket from this position. He rocked his hips back and whimpered again, pleading, "Please. Please fuck me. Give me more of your come."

Jupiter spanked him again, warning, "You'll take what you deserve, baby doll. You were very, very bad. You just had to try and escape, didn't you?"

Trev gritted his teeth. "I did escape… sir."

Jupiter cracked his hand across both of Trev's cheeks.

"Fuck!" Trev gasped.

"Watch it. No one likes a smart mouth, baby doll."

Trev had a snarky comeback all lined up about exactly what he could do with his mouth, but he kept his teeth together. He cried out when Jupiter gave him another hard spanking, and he melted into the bed. His head was getting light, and there was a strange part of him that wanted to be good.

He wanted to be good for Jupiter.

He really did want to please him, to make him happy and hear him fall apart, to tell him he was the best he'd ever had—no.

Trev had to focus.

This was all part of the game, that was it. He was only fucking with Jupiter so he had a chance to swipe that damn key. He didn't actually care about what Jupiter thought of him, just as long as he played along with Trev's game.

Trev was in control.

Nothing else mattered.

"There." Jupiter palmed Trev's stinging cheeks and squeezed. "Look at that… You can be such a very, very good boy." He massaged the tender skin, pressing a kiss to Trev's tailbone.

Trev shivered, and he twisted his fingers in the sheets. His cock was even harder now, and he turned his head, the chain clinking.

"Easy, baby doll," Jupiter soothed, his voice like velvet as he kissed over one of the welts left behind from his hand. "Just relax now. Stay nice and still for me. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yes, sir," Trev replied.

Jupiter's lips moved along Trev's overheated skin, tracing what might have been the curve of a palm print. His hands slid up to massage Trev's lower back as he shifted his position. "You want to be good, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. So much."

"You still want to please me…" Jupiter's fly unzipped. "Deny it all you want to, but you value my approval."

"Of course I do, sir," Trev pleaded. "I… I want to be good for you, I promise."

"Even now, you're lying to both of us." Jupiter chuckled. "But you did take your punishment so well…"

Trev bit his lip when he heard the telltale rhythmic pump of Jupiter jerking himself off. "Come on, please. Stick it in."

Jupiter chuckled, the sound rough as he stroked faster. He grabbed Trev's ass cheek and squeezed, spreading it wide. "No."

"What?" Trev whimpered.

What the fuck did he mean, no ?

"You don't deserve to be fucked," Jupiter replied. "You're lucky I'm going to give you my come."

Alarms went off in Trev's brain, and he tried to calculate his next move. He had to keep going with this ridiculous ruse if he wanted to try again, so he swallowed his pride and said, "Y-yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, baby doll."

Trev put his face in the pillows, listening to the smack of skin until Jupiter came with a low snarl. The first pulse of hot come landed across Trev's hole, and Jupiter pressed the head of his dick in to deliver the rest. Trev moaned hungrily. "Yes, thank you," he said, gasping. "Thank you so much, sir."

Jupiter patted Trev's ass. "Go on. You can come now."

It wasn't hard for Trev to get right back to where he was before. With the added warmth of Jupiter's load inside him, his cock throbbed harder than ever and he humped the bed in earnest. He reached back to finger himself, pushing the spilled come deep inside with a moan.

"Beautiful." Jupiter picked up his phone, and judging by the angle of the flashlight, he was watching Trev pump his fingers in and out of his hole.

"Thank you, sir. Th-thank you!" Trev gritted his teeth, his cheeks burning from the friction and building pressure. He put his entire attention on the head of his dick pressing into the bed, letting the thrill of Jupiter's rapt attention carry him over the edge. He climaxed hard, shuddering as he grinded himself through it.

"Good boy." Jupiter squeezed Trev's hip.

Trev smiled, and his heart thumped unexpectedly.

He tried to dismiss the feeling as soon as it arose, but then Jupiter leaned in to kiss him. The warmth bubbled over and he swore there were actual sparks going off between their lips. A quick slide of Jupiter's tongue made him moan, and every muscle in Trev's body melted into hot, syrupy mush. The kiss was all too brief, but Jupiter had the most beautiful smile when he withdrew.

"Such a very good boy," Jupiter purred.

"Thank you, sir." Trev pulled his fingers free with a little grunt. The odd glow lingered, and he couldn't define it. He didn't need to because it was bullshit.

Fuck .

"Go on and get some sleep now, baby doll." Jupiter returned to his chair and scrolled through his phone. He was still smiling, and he looked especially pleased with himself.

Fuck, fuck, fuuuck .

Trev cleaned up as best as he could with the blanket and then kicked it off and out of his way. The sheets beneath were clean at least, and he rolled over to face the wall so Jupiter couldn't see him scowling.

That was a complete and utter failure.

Well…

Not entirely.

Getting off like that was pretty hot, and it would certainly help him later if he had another opportunity to seduce Jupiter.

No, not opportunity —a reason.

With a sigh, Trev rolled over and went to sleep.

Jupiter was still a bastard.

This changed nothing.