Chapter Eleven #2
He scooted up until his knees were under James’s ass. “Ready, baby.”
“I am so ready,” James answered truthfully. And he was. There was a part of him that wanted it to hurt a little. To be able to feel Jacob even after they were done. When James was wearing his new undies and play clothes.
Jacob pushed the tip of his dick against James’s hole.
James took a deep breath and pushed down.
At the same time Jacob rocked forward.
His Daddy took his time filling James. His long, thick cock brushed over James’s prostate with perfect alignment.
James cried out while wrapping both arms and legs around Jacob.
With Jacob buried deep, James was pretty sure that no one had ever fit as perfectly as his Daddy.
“I’ve got to move,” Jacob panted against his ear.
“Do it,” James encouraged. “Claim me.”
Jacob drew back until only an inch remained inside James. “Mine,” he declared, then thrust forward.
“Mine,” Jacob said again with another hard plunge.
He chanted the word as each time he rocked in and out was harder and faster.
“Mine too,” James said. He surged up to claim Jacob’s mouth with his. Jacob was his too. His Daddy, his lover, his boyfriend. Just his.
* * * * *
Jacob
“But, Daddy! You said I could play,” James whined.
“You’ve been playing for an hour,” Jacob responded evenly. “Don’t you want breakfast?”
“Playing!” James knocked several of his army men over. “Not fair!”
Jacob had woken James up earlier than normal, so the boy had plenty of time to play before he needed to get ready for his shift at the coffee house.
James had been excited to wear his new play clothes, including the new underwear, and had quickly regressed.
Jacob could now see that might not have been the best decision with his boy.
His boy.
Jacob still couldn’t believe that James was his. All his. He might have gotten a little possessive the previous night.
If he was honest, Jacob didn’t know if they would have ever gotten into a relationship so fast, if ever, if it had been up to him. And he still had doubts that he could be enough for James in the long run. He wanted to try though. Jacob wanted to give James the whole world.
“Daddy?”
Jacob jumped as James’s hand landed on his shoulder.
Damn! He’d been trying to coax James to breakfast when he’d got lost in thought. “Sorry, baby.”
“Are…” James swallowed hard. “Is everything okay?”
The boy should never look that worried. Jacob opened the blankets that he had across his lap, inviting James to sit with him.
Relief filled James’s face as he slid onto his lap.
Jacob cuddled James close to his chest before replacing the blankets. He kissed James’s temple, getting a deep sigh in response.
“Sorry I was a brat,” James said.
“Daddy likes brats,” Jacob reminded him. “Remember?” Since he hadn’t shaved yet he rubbed his scruff against James’s neck, causing James to wiggle and screech.
“Okay! Okay!” James continued to laugh. “You like brats.”
“I like you,” Jacob said sincerely.
Tilting his head back, James peered up at him. “I like you too.”
“That makes me very happy,” Jacob told him. “You’ve made me happy. Thank you for being such a brave boy.”
Batting his lashes, James grinned. “Brave enough for a reward?”
Needing to play the stern Daddy, Jacob pressed his lips together. “What kind of reward?”
“I have a short shift today,” James said. “Three hours of playtime tonight.” He held up three fingers to make his point.
“Three?” Jacob repeated, trying to sound scandalized. “That’s a lot.”
James nodded. “Yep.”
Jacob hummed. “You were very brave. I got a boyfriend out of it so I guess we could do three hours.”
“And,” James peered up. “I get to pick dinner.”
That made Jacob worry. There was no telling what James would pick. “I don’t know about that.”
“Please, boyfriend,” James drawled.
Oh, Jacob saw how this was going to go. “Is there a vegetable in your plan?”
James made a face.
“You have to have a vegetable,’ Jacob said sadly as he shook his head. “That’s a Daddy rule.”
The boy sighed. “Fine. You pick the yucky stuff.”
“And what would my boy like for dinner?” Jacob squeezed said boy as he asked.
“Nuggies and mac and cheese!” James acted like this was the best plan ever.
It was so hard to hold in his amusement. James had no idea that Jacob had bought a bag of chicken bites that he could easily bread to make homemade nuggets. And Jacob had an amazing recipe for homemade mac and cheese. “Okay.”
“Okay?” James narrowed his eyes. “That was too easy.”
“I’m an accommodating Daddy.”
“I feel like this is a trick,” James accused.
Jacob pushed James’s cheek against his chest. Of course it was. Jacob was fully prepared for a brat. He had all kinds of ways to deal with his boy.
He started to rock the chair as James cuddled closer.
Jacob needed to get up soon and make breakfast to make sure that the boy had a good meal before work.
It was nice to just relax in the playroom too.
To hold his boy. A few minutes wouldn’t hurt.
Not when they were both at peace and happy to be close.
“Can I ask you something?” James asked, breaking the silence.
“You can ask me anything,” Jacob replied. He loved seeing how James’s mind worked and always wanted to know what James was thinking about.
“What’s with all the blankets?”
Jacob stiffened against his will even as his heart started to pound. That. He had not expected that.
“You don’t have to tell me!” James said quickly after lifting his head from Jacob’s chest. “It’s not a big deal. Sorry I asked.”
He sighed. A year and a half. That was how long Jacob had been interested in James.
When he first saw the determined young man intent on making life better for his twin.
Their stories really weren’t that different.
Hell, it hadn’t even been James who’d shared his own story.
Byron had told Jacob all about the twins, hoping for someone trustworthy to look after them.
“What do you know about Jesse and my past?” Jacob asked. He threaded his fingers through James’s hair to urge the boy’s head back down.
James snorted. “Not much. I Googled you. Or your brother. He has more of an online presence than you do.”
“There are things that no one other than me and Jesse know,” Jacob told him. “Well, Lake probably does by now.”
“You don’t have to tell me.” James’s voice was quiet. He fisted James’s loose T-shirt. “I’m sorry.”
“I’ve never told anyone because there has never been anyone to tell,” Jacob admitted.
“Jacob.” James whispered his name.
Jacob kissed the top of James’s head. “Our parents were abusive.”
James hissed.
“It was more our father,” Jacob corrected. “He used his fists on us often. Daily. Although our mom wasn’t afraid to give a slap here or there.”
“The scars,” James said as if he’d just remembered.
“Yeah.”
“I’m so sorry,” James said.
“I’ve bought every product ever made to make them less noticeable. I know how ugly they are.” Jacob hated those scars.
James turned his head to kiss over his heart. “They’re beautiful because they’re a part of you. Now that I know how you got them, they’re even more special. They mean that you survived. That you got out.”
His sweet precious boy. Jacob blinked back the tears threatening to fall. “Jesse had it worse. He’d always taken the older brother role seriously. Determined to protect me.”
“He loves you,” James said. “He would do anything for you.”
It was nice knowing that James understood. That as a twin James had also felt the bond that existed that couldn’t be explained to someone who didn’t have a twin. “Yeah.”
“Finish telling me so you never have to say it again,” James instructed.
“We lived in a run-down house in Texas. A small town where you would think someone would have known and stepped in to help. No one ever did,” Jacob shared.
James’s fist tightened in his shirt.
“Our father couldn’t keep a job because he couldn’t go more than a couple hours without a beer or something stronger. Instead, he sent our mom out to the streets to bring home money.”
“He…he…”
“Pimped out his wife. She was scared of him. He used his fists on her just as much as on us. Sometimes I think it was even a relief to be out of the house. I think she tried to leave a few times with some of her tricks but she always came back. And it wasn’t for us.”
“That’s horrible,” James said.
Jacob couldn’t think too hard about his mom. Part of him felt bad for the woman. Mostly he hated her. Why hadn’t she taken them away? Gone for help.
“What about other family? Aunts? Uncles? Grandparents?”
He shook his head even though James was looking up at him. “It was just the four of us.”
“Oh.”
“So that was our life. Daily beatings. We went to school. We joined after-school programs just to have a few hours away. As long as they were free. Our father was a drunk and an asshole. Our mother didn’t do anything to help us. No one did.”
“I hate people sometimes,” James told him.
“I know. I used to feel that way too.”
“What changed?”
“We finally got away,” Jacob replied honestly. “But I’m not there yet. You really don’t have any patience.”
James snorted.
“You asked about the blankets?”
“Yeah. You have so many.”
“The floor to my and Jesse’s bedroom had caved in. We slept on a twin mattress on the dirt floor. We had one thin blanket to share and that did nothing to keep the cold away.”
James made a sad sound as he lifted the blanket higher on his own shoulders, which brushed it against Jacob’s chest.
“A few months before graduation our father started talking about how much money two twins could make. He began talking about sending us out with our mom. Of selling us,” Jacob continued.
“Fuck,” James growled.
“Jesse would sleep on top of me. Covering my body with his. It kept me warmer but it also served another purpose.”
“Your father had to go through him to get to you,” James finished for him.
The boy really had no patience at all. It was cute. “Yeah. As we shivered on the dirty mattress that we sometimes had to share with bugs and rats, Jesse would whisper how we were going to get away. How life would be better once we graduated.”
James sniffed.
“Baby.” He didn’t want to upset James. Well, more than he already had.
“Tell me.”
“The story actually gets better from here,” Jacob told him.
“Okay. Not sure it could have gotten much worse.”
Jacob ignored that comment. It could. Jacob was old enough to know how bad it could have been.
“The night we graduated, our father was in a bad mood. Both Jesse and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he came into the room.
We didn’t know if it would be another beating or if he would really sell us.
So, we packed what we had. Jesse was always hiding food and that was what he put in his backpack.
I’d grabbed the one blanket we had and a few clothes. It’s not like we had much.”
“Where’d you go?”
“The interstate ran through our town. There was a massive truck stop where big rigs fueled up or stopped for some food. Our mom worked the truck stop as one of her places. So we knew where it was. It took a few hours but we eventually begged the right person and got a ride west.”
“That must have been scary,” James commented.
“We were two eighteen-year-old kids. It was terrifying. But we rode as far as we could with that guy until he stopped at the next truck stop. It took weeks, way longer than it should have, but eventually we made it to California.”
“Why California?” James questioned.
“It was as far from Texas as we could think. Warmer than if we’d chosen somewhere up north. The first thing we did was go to the beach.” Jacob chuckled as that was a good memory. “We stood there holding hands and had our whole lives in front of us. The ocean was so…vast and we were just two guys.”
“That’s lovely.” James bent his head back and smiled.
“We slept on the beach, under tunnels, in homeless camps. At one of the camps, we heard a couple of guys talking about how they’d picked up day work at a construction site.”
“Construction?” James asked. “You?”
Jacob was a little offended. “Yes. I worked construction for years.”
“Huh,” James said. “You do have calluses on your hands.”
“I do.” Did James not like them? Not that Jacob could do anything about them. They were like the scars. Just a part of him.
“I like them.” James rubbed his palm over Jacob’s chest.
“Thanks, baby. I actually do like working with my hands. We worked as day laborers until we had our own little nest egg. Eventually Jesse took our savings and bought a cheap house to flip. We did that for ten years. Living in a house until it was done and flipping it for money to buy the next.”
“That’s amazing,” James murmured.
“Our boss took Jesse on as an assistant,” Jacob shared. “Jesse was always striving for more.”
James rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure that hasn’t changed.”
“And it never will,” Jacob said in agreement. “Although now that he’s with Lake, he’s actually taking days off.”
“But you wanted something different?” James asked with curiosity in his eyes.
“I spent a lot of time at the library, learning how to apply and submit permits. I began to pick up books on all kinds of subjects. We didn’t have a library in the town we grew up in. I loved learning.”
“You still do,” James teased.
Jacob booped his nose. “You think you know me?”
James smiled. “I know I do. Thank you for sharing your story with me.”
He felt surprisingly free. Like telling James his story had healed a part of him that Jacob had been ignoring for so long. “Thanks for listening.”
Lowering his mouth, Jacob was about to kiss James when the boy’s stomach growled loudly.
They laughed together with their lips a breath apart.
Jacob kissed James quickly. “I better feed my boy.”
James groaned but slid off his lap. “Fine. But don’t forget about my special dinner.”
Oh, Jacob wouldn’t forget a thing. “Sure, baby. Whatever you want.”
Cackling, James rubbed his hands together. “You really don’t want to say that to me.”
Yes. Yes, Jacob did. He would give James the world.