Page 48 of Boy Issues

Chapter Fourteen

A spray of hot water hit Donovan’s face and he sighed, the water relaxing him instantly. He was more terrified and more relieved than he’d thought possible. His dueling emotions were tugging him in opposite directions, but at least there was finally a direction at all. The wheels that had been spinning in his head the past several days were still there, but they’d slowed considerably.

Being Silver’s boy was eye-opening. But now, it was time to be Silver’s lover. So far, the only intimacy they’d shared was the hand job Silver had given him when they’d spent their first day together. Even though Donovan had been able to tell that Silver could use some release, he’d refused to let him oblige.

Donovan chuckled. He only had himself to blame after all his horndog antics from their first few meetings.

After shutting off the spigots, Donovan stepped out of the large, etched glass enclosed shower and started toweling off. He’d left Silver in the bedroom, so he could wash off the panicked sweat of his ridiculous evening at the club. After talking things out with Silver, he believed he had a better handle on things. His fears and worries hadn’t magically evaporated, but now his situation no longer seemed hopeless.

Donovan finished drying himself, then paused before draping the towel on the rail. Judging from the heated make out session on the couch after their intense discussion, Silver was ready to take the next step as well. Donovan glanced at his naked frame in the mirror. He wasn’t awful, just…not Silver.

He angled his body so he could peer over his shoulder and frowned at his tiny behind. It had never been calendar-worthy, but it was even flatter than he remembered. He stayed rail thin all the time, but where he’d once had at least some definition, there was now none. All concerns about looks aside, that couldn’t be good health-wise.

Donovan chewed his lip as he glared at his reflection. He used to love to go hiking when he was younger, had even done some mountain biking for a while before it became all about the cars. He wondered if Silver would be interested in doing anything like that. His stomach flipped, his heart fluttering from something so simple as spending time with Silver as a boyfriend—rather than as a hit and quit it at a seedy hotel where no one from his crowd might catch him.

Donovan finger-combed his damp hair and put his thoughts on hold. Silver—his Papi—had said one thing at a time, and right now, that one thing was making love. He had to laugh. When had he ever thought about sex with a man as making love? How his life had improved since Silver had taken a chance on him.

No matter what else happened, that was the one thing he couldn’t fuck up.

Donovan snatched his white terry robe from the door hook, then shrugged it on. He hated how overly aware of his body he suddenly was. Yet, how could he help it? Between Silver’s perfectly sculpted body, his youth and the fact that Donovan’s wealth meant nothing to him—what cards was he working with? If only Silver had allowed him to perform one of his expert hummers when he’d stayed over, that would’ve at least been something he could hang his hat on.

Donovan tied the belt on the robe closed and sighed with resolve. He had to quit allowing his mind to cockblock him. He’d been aching to have Silver inside him since they’d met, and here was his opportunity.

Donovan emerged from the bedroom, then halted when his gaze landed on Silver. He had stripped down to the black jock Donovan had sneaked a peek at from the other night, his full, round ass perfectly on display as Silver glanced over his shoulder. The muscles in his back rippled from the motion and Donovan’s mouth was literally watering.

“Uh…”

Silver smiled. “Are these photos of you and your mom?”

Donovan blinked a few times as his brain switched gears. “Oh! Yes. Yes, they are.”

He made his way to Silver’s side and gazed down at the small collection of framed pictures. She was the only member of his family he carried any sentiment toward. Every once in a while, his memories of her would slam into his chest with a mixture of joy and pain. He missed her so damn much.

“You look just like her.”

Donovan slid his palm up the soft skin of Silver’s back. “Well, thank Christ I don’t take after my father. Lawrence looks exactly like him, so I’d be stuck staring at that horse’s ass in the mirror every day.”

Silver chuckled. “Let’s forget about them for tonight, mijo.” He turned to face Donovan. “It’s about us right now.” Silver gave him his lopsided smile. “And your punishment.”

“That’s not fair. I should get a hall pass.” He pouted. “After all, I tried to make our check-in time, but circumstances got in the way.”

Silver reached for the robe’s belt and Donovan swallowed hard. He’d been hoping they’d be in bed before he was on full display.

“Your spanking isn’t for the missed check-in. It’s for hiding the information from me about your father’s ultimatum and your ‘date’.

“Oh.” Dammit. He couldn’t argue with that. Donovan cleared his throat. “Fair warning. I have a bony ass, so go easy on me?”

Silver nodded and smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He continued to untie the belt and Donovan’s robe fell open. “Even though you agreed to spanking as a punishment the other day, you can still call red like we discussed.”

Donovan snorted. “Never thought I’d need a safeword from a partner. Especially when I’ve never felt as safe with someone as I do with you.”

“That’s the best time to have one.”

Donovan tilted his head. “I’m not sure that makes sense.”

Silver dragged his palm up Donovan’s body until he’d reached one of his nipples. He brushed his thumb over the sensitive spot until the tiny nub hardened.

“It might not now, mijo. But I think it will eventually.” He placed a soft kiss at the base of Donovan’s throat. “Never submit to anyone you don’t already feel safe with.”

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