Page 36 of Boy Issues

Silver moaned, and his hand traveled back down to Donovan’s straining erection. Donovan hissed the moment Silver’s sure, calloused hand enveloped his cock, the contact so gratifying as if he’d never been touched before. Silver swirled the precum leaking from his slit with his thumb then smeared the drops over his heated skin.

“Ah, mijo, such a good boy. Now let Papi do all the work.”

Silver grasped him in a firm grip, then moved, the strokes maddeningly slow. Donovan thrust his hips without thinking and Silver stopped. Donovan clutched his pillow too hard, his cut hand protesting. He held in a cry. The last thing he wanted to do was give Silver a reason not to start up again. The coddling the night before had been great, but what he needed right now was to come.

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

Silver rubbed his nose against Donovan’s shoulder, his beard brushing Donovan’s skin and bringing his nerves even more alive. Silver pressed soft kisses across the top his back and Donovan ached to taste Silver’s gorgeous, full mouth, for them to share that intimate connection Donovan rarely allowed with other men.

“I bet there are lots of bad habits that could be broken?”

Donovan didn’t even know where to begin with that question. “More than you can imagine.” He grunted. “You’ll get sick of them soon enough.”

To Donovan’s dismay, he’d begun to soften. He screwed his eyes shut and pictured Silver’s beautiful face, hot body and those damnably kissable lips. He wasn’t about to miss out on a morning hand job with Silver after all they’d been through already.

“Shush. Don’t knock yourself down like that.” Silver bit Donovan’s shoulder a tad harder this time. “Keep your focus on now, on me, and how you feel with my hand on your cock.”

Silver pulled away and Donovan forced himself not to protest. Instead, he made himself obey. He heard Silver spit twice, then his palm was once again wrapped around Donovan’s stiff length. Silver picked up the pace of the strokes, tugging and twisting, his expert fingers swiftly driving Donovan to the edge. Silver pressed his thumb into Donovan’s slit and he gasped, his orgasm tearing through him as he erupted over Silver’s hand.

Silver gentled his touch then rubbed Donovan’s abdomen, spreading his cum and playing with Donovan’s treasure trail. Silver poked a finger into Donovan’s navel, and he barked out a laugh.

“Ticklish?”

Donovan choke-snorted as he tried to pull himself together. He covered Silver’s hand with his own and entwined their fingers while Silver nuzzled his neck in-between pressing soft kisses on Donovan’s shoulders. Donovan thought that might be his new favorite thing. He attempted to turn in Silver’s embrace so he could return the favor. Actually, he’d rather get his mouth on that big cock. He imagined Silver tasted even better than he looked.

The moment Donovan tried to move, Silver’s embrace tightened. “Be in the moment.” He rubbed his nose against Donovan’s skin. He chuckled. “Unless you have to pee.”

Donovan chuckled back. “It can wait. And trust me, I am.” He angled his head to peer over his shoulder. “I was hoping I could have a moment with your cock.”

“Such a brat.” Silver didn’t loosen his grip. “I’m taking care of you right now. If I want something from you, I’ll tell you know.”

Donovan sighed. The suspense was killing him.

“Silver?”

“Yes, mijo?”

“I’m officially rested. I’ll call in to work, take you out to a nice breakfast, then I’ll beg if I have to. What is it you want to explain to me, about you and how you operate? I have an idea, but I need to make sure I’m not way off.”

Donovan’s touch turned gentle again. “And if it’s something you can handle. Could be a deal-breaker, so you’re right. We need to talk.”

Silver pulled away and Donovan regretted that he hadn’t just kept his mouth shut. It had been nice to be held.

Silver gave him a tap on his rear. “Go take care of what you need to, and I’ll meet you downstairs. I have more towels in the closet, and if you need to borrow a T-shirt or anything, help yourself.”

As Silver rose from the bed, Donovan rolled onto his back. He stared up at Silver who gazed down on him fondly. He ignored the whispers in his head that warned him it would be too easy to become addicted to Silver and his ways.

“That’s all right. I always keep a change of underwear and fresh shirt in an overnight bag in my car.” Silver arched his eyebrows and Donovan winced. “It would probably be pointless for me to insist that I’m not truly a man whore?”

Silver snorted. “Probably.”

Donovan scratched his beard. “I don’t want to be, you know. Not anymore.”

Silver gave him a nod. “I’ll hold you to that. Once you’re ready, I’ll take you to breakfast. Someplace with home cooking and paper mats.”

Donovan laughed. “It’s a deal if I pick up the tab this time.”

Silver frowned. “Donovan…”

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