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It was tempting. It was more than tempting, and he might actually give him a hand—so to speak—in a little bit. But he had plans first. “I thought I might take a little pill. It needs about an hour to kick in.”

Juno’s eyes darkened. “Oh. Yeah, okay.”

“If you want.”

“I want,” Juno said in a rush. He pushed his body against Piper’s, going up onto his toes so he could kiss him. It was deep, full of wet, hot tongue. Piper loved how messy Juno was—how indelicate he was at times. Juno had never put on a show. He was almost unaware of how his body moved, taking up space wherever he was, and Piper was starting to become obsessed.

He forced himself to take a step back when Juno broke the kiss. “I had a grocery delivery ordered ahead of time,” he said. “Do you want steak or chicken?”

“Steak,” Juno said, then hesitated. “Can you cook a steak?”

Piper grinned at him, then leaned in and nipped at his chin. “I can cook a steak. Go pamper yourself. I’ll come get you when it’s almost ready.”

Juno only hesitated for a moment, and only to steal another kiss before he turned and rushed off, leaving Piper simmering with a new kind of heat he couldn’t wait to explore.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Juno couldn’t stop thinking about Piper. He pictured him in the kitchen, swallowing down his pill with water. He could picture the way his throat would bob and the way he’d swipe his mouth with the back of his hand. He could see him clear as day, taking a moment with eyes closed to absorb the enormity of what he’d done.

Because Juno knew this moment was important.

Piper had been afraid to get hard, afraid to exert himself. Afraid to come. He had no idea what it would do to him, and he knew that hearing the news from the doctor that he could have this was something he hadn’t been expecting. Piper was like him in a lot of respects: he was afraid to hope.

So tonight was a gift. He had no idea if the medication would work, but at the very least, he was going to make Piper feel good. He didn’t care what it took.

He sank further into the water, his eyes still closed as he felt popping bubbles all around him. The rental was stocked with a bunch of freshly unwrapped items from Lush—he recognized the smell from the few times he’d let himself indulge over the years.

He used a bath bomb and a bubble bar, and he was simmering in floral, pinkish water with suds all the way up to his chin. It was nice. He had his hair piled high on his head, and he ran his fingers through the bubbles.

This was something he could do blind. He didn’t need sight to treat himself like this. The feel of it, the smell, it was enough.

Then the door opened, and Piper walked in. He felt a small burst of heat from the large tent Piper was sporting in his sweats. He’d changed into comfy clothes, and he looked so fucking good. He had a V-neck T-shirt, which showed off a bit of chest hair, which was dark but starting to grey, and his forearms bulged as he braced himself, going down to his knees beside the tub.

“Looks like it worked,” Juno said.

Piper hummed as he stuck his hand in the water and ran it back and forth through the bubbles. “Yeah. It feels…”

Juno waited.

“Different.”

“How?” Juno rolled to the side and hooked his arm over the tub as Piper’s hand moved up and down his back. He arched into the touch like a cat.

“Not artificial, but it feels like I didn’t work for it,” Piper admitted. “I think it’s a mental thing.”

“Do you stay hard like that the whole time?”

At that, Piper laughed. “No, sugar. I didn’t get hard until I started thinking about you here in this tub. Naked. Touching yourself.”

“I wasn’t touching myself. I was waiting for you,” Juno told him.

Piper groaned softly and leaned over, his fingers searching until he found what he was looking for. He grazed a hand over Juno’s balls, easing his legs apart wider—wider—until he could cup them in his palm. Juno grunted softly, his hips moving in the water. It sloshed against the side, getting Piper all wet, but the older man didn’t seem to notice or care.

“More,” Juno begged after a long forever of feeling Piper’s hand get close to his cock but without taking it in his hand. “Touch me.”

Piper grinned down at him. “I am touching you, gorgeous.”

Juno’s eyes narrowed. “You know what I mean.” For a moment, he felt a small surge of panic. Was Piper going to make him beg for it? Plead for it? For him, that idea wasn’t sexy at all. It reminded him far too much of being a child, of adults getting off on watching him want, listening to him ask and denying him over and over.

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