and gazed down into Donovan’s eyes. “How’s my baby doing?”
Donovan cleared his throat, hoping he could keep his voice steady. “Fantastic. That was…fantastic.”
Silver gave him another soft kiss. “Good. Papi wants his boy to feel good.”
The urge to make a self-deprecating joke rose up inside, a way to lighten the moment so he wouldn’t have to deal with the heavy emotions that were beginning to overtake him. But that wouldn’t be fair to Silver. Wouldn’t honor how real Silver was.
“I do. More than you know.”
Silver kissed him again, never breaking the connection as he retrieved the condom when his softening cock slipped from Donovan’s body. Under different circumstances, with someone else, he would’ve likely insisted on verifying that the condom hadn’t broken, or leaked, or that the disposal was properly handled.
But not with Silver. He trusted his Papi.
Chapter Fifteen
Silver got himself settled on his sofa, then placed his laptop on the coffee table and popped it open. He’d used a stack of car manuals to lift his computer to the perfect height for the show he was about to enjoy. The shop was all locked up, downstairs lights off, closed sign hung and robe wide open.
He chuckled to himself. This was gonna be good.
Silver cracked open a bottle of water while he waited for the Skype call to come in from Donovan. Already he was achingly hard, but he planned to make it last as long as he could. His nights at the diner and Donovan’s daily work schedule had made it impossible to get together since he’d spent the night with his boy on Sunday. They had plans for the coming weekend, but that was much too far away.
His laptop lit up with an incoming call, and Silver grinned.
Showtime.
“Hey, mijo. How’s my boy tonight? Better?”
He’d had to talk Donovan down during their lunchtime check-in. His father had torn into him after finding out he’d ditched Charlotte at the club. Silver hoped that Donovan would embrace his own self-worth soon and make an informed decision about leaving Fonterra and Associates behind.
Donovan was chewing on his thumbnail, something Silver had never seen him do before. “Better is a relative term. But yes, better than I was.”
“You stayed the rest of the afternoon? Didn’t run away?”
“I did. It was hard, really fucking hard.” Donovan snorted. “Sort of like I am right now.”
Silver smirked. “Don’t worry. We’ll be getting to that in just a moment. How did you fight your compulsion to escape?”
Donovan crossed his arms and rested them on his belly. He was shirtless, but had on a pair of sweats. Silver noted he was in his bed, so he must have found his own method of getting his laptop at the perfect viewing angle.
“Talking to you, my Papi, was most of it.” Donovan gave him a shy smile. “Having you in my life has made all the difference.”
“You’re strong, Donovan. You wouldn’t have been able to keep your company going all these years otherwise. Once you’ve taken the time to plant the seeds, to help your father see that with your design guidance the company can thrive again, you’ll realize just how strong you are.”
Donovan sighed and lifted his gaze to the ceiling. “Maybe. There’s still so much in the way of that becoming a reality. My father’s inability to see beyond his own nose, the old guard of stockholders, my rusty design skills… I could go on and on.”
“Like I said before, you can guide a design team initially, then go from there.” Silver grabbed his dick, pumping it lazily so Donovan could see. Donovan’s eyes widened and he licked his lips. “But right now, Papi has something else for his boy.”
Donovan shoved his hand down his sweats. “Works for me.”
“Eh, did I say you could touch?”
Donovan snatched his hand out of his pants as if he’d been bit. “How’s this going to work otherwise?”
“You follow your Papi’s instructions.” Silver gave his cock a harsh tug. “Don’t worry, mijo. I’ll tell you what to do.”
“Oh God.” Donovan chewed his lip.
“Do you have everything ready, like I asked?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good boy.” Silver paused stroking himself to pop open the cap to his lube. “You’re going to start by getting your hole ready for me, so get the dildo nice and slick.”
Donovan hastily grabbed both items shaking his head as he did. “I’m never going to last, you do know that, right?”
“I don’t know that at all, and neither do you. You’re going to do what Papi tells you or pay the price.”
“Christ, Silver.