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“I’ve got everything I could ever want here. But.” Jupiter kissed Trev’s shoulder again. “If you’re not happy, we can go somewhere else. Do something else. Whatever you want.”

Trev leaned his head back against Jupiter’s chest, frowning. “But what if I don’t know?”

“Well, then we just have to figure it out.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah, baby doll.” Jupiter kissed Trev’s brow. “You could be a dancer. You could open up your own business.”

Trev snorted out a laugh. “What kind of fucking business would I even have? You know I never got my GED, right?”

“Good thing we got some time. You can finish that online anywhere.”

Trev shrugged. “Okay, but what about after that?”

“We can do anything you want.”

“I wanted to be a movie star when I was a kid.” Trev snorted. “You think you can make that happen?”

“Might take me a little while, but I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime…” Jupiter grabbed Trev and turned him around.

Trev blinked. “What?—”

Jupiter slung Trev over his shoulder. “Come here!”

“Hey!” Trev laughed. “What are you doing? Put me down!”

“Nope.” Jupiter made a beeline for the house. “I’m planning to write a movie for you. It’s gonna be about this really hot guy who gets laid down at the beach…”

“Oh my God, that sounds like a porn! And I’m still covered in sand!” Trev kicked his feet. “Come on. At least stop at the shower so I can rinse off.”

“If you insist.” Jupiter laughed as he carried Trev over to the shower station. It was a small tiled enclosure that pumped in water directly from the ocean. He turned it on, still holding Trev over his shoulder and bending down to rinse him off.

“Hey!” Trev squirmed as the water ran all over him. “What are you doing?”

“Getting rid of the sand!”

“Put me down! Oh my God, you’re getting soaked, you idiot!”

Jupiter grinned as he dropped Trev down and pinned him against the tile. “Oh, like this?”

Trev forgot how to breathe, blinking up at Jupiter with a soft groan. “Yeah. Like this is good.”

Jupiter smiled and kissed him, firmly holding him in place.

Trev slid his hands up Jupiter’s broad chest, dragging his fingers over the wet material of his shirt clinging to his pecs. He squeezed them greedily as they kissed, licking hungrily into Jupiter’s mouth.

Jupiter grabbed Trev’s sides and tilted forward, connecting their hips.

Trev groaned, rubbing himself shamelessly against Jupiter’s hard bulge. He angled his body until his cock slotted alongside Jupiter’s, and he reached up to grab a firm handful of Jupiter’s long hair. He was so caught up in the moment that he barely noticed the water still streaming over them.

His sarong hit the floor of the shower with a wet smack and then he gasped as Jupiter lifted him up against the tile. He wrapped his legs around Jupiter and hugged his neck tight, kissing him eagerly.

The future wasn’t an endless void with Jupiter holding him like this—it held the promise of limitless potential and even hope, and Trev realized then it didn’t matter what he chose to do with his life.

Not as long as he had Jupiter by his side.

Trev clawed at Jupiter’s shirt and bucked his hips down. “I want you. Right now.”

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