“You made this for me?” he asked, voice watery.
“A library for my little pipgeek.”
His chin wobbled again, but he stopped it and walked farther into the room. “Hiro, you built me a library,” he said, voice slightly awed as he wandered over to the wall of light wooden bookshelves, which were only half full.
“I picked out some books. Brought some of yours over here already. But I figured you could fill the rest with whatever you wanted.”
“Harold Jr.,” Pip called, reaching up to one of the shelves where the pothos was perched on a shelf, his vines and leaves draping down to the ledge below it. “This is a perfect spot.”
“I’m a good dad.”
His fingers trailed along the wood, and he stopped in front of the large rectangular fish tank that I had to reinforce the entire unit to hold.
“Ghost, Jr.!” he exclaimed, turning back to look at me in shock. “I thought he was still at Neon Reef.”
“I had Haz bring him over.”
Light filtered softly through the large framed windows as the gray sky beyond them spattered them with rain. I watched Pip rise to his tiptoes to study the tank Haz had filled with plants, rock, and substrate. The second Rett appeared, Ghost Jr. came out from between the plants, his fins and tail waggling all around in excitement.
“Hi, Ghost Jr., I’m so glad you’re home. You look so pretty in your new home. I hope you like it.”
After a few more moments of talking to my newest son and namesake, Rett turned to the shelves on the other side where my other sons, Hercules and Spike, now resided. “This is the perfect spot for them too! They’ll get a little more sun than Harold Jr.,” he said, turning to face the windows, which had new plants on the windowsill and white curtains on each side.
Under his feet was a carpet in red and gold, something I’d picked because it was soft. He bent and fingered the fringe before seeing the ghost plush perched beside a picture of yours truly.
Couldn’t have him forgetting to whom he belongs.
There was a new stack of comics on the floor, a few magazines about plants, and a couple other things Haz thought Rett would like, like a ceramic mug with a fish on it perched on a small table.
“You got me a bean bag?” he asked, standing beside the brand new, overstuffed chair. It wasn’t at all like the lice-infested sack in his old place. This one was what he deserved.
“I made sure no one died on it.”
He laughed and stretched his fingers, running them along the light-colored plush fabric. Tears filled his eyes again, andhe looked up. “This is too much.”
“It will never be enough.”
“It’s beautiful. Everything I ever dreamed of.”
“So you like it?” I wanted to confirm.
“I love it,” he said, coming toward me. “Almost as much as I love you.”
He leaped, and I caught him, our lips and tongues meeting in a flurry of heat. His hands glided through my hair, and mine tightened against his ass as the desire he inspired inside me rose to the surface. Pulling back, he dragged my lower lip with him, sucking lightly before letting go and kissing down my neck while his fingers slid beneath the neckline of my shirt to fondle the skin he could reach. My hand skirted up his back, delving beneath his shirt and dipping into the waistband of his jeans. He let out a needy whine against me as my fingers slid into his crack, and he wiggled back on them like he was desperate.
“Have you ever been fucked in a library, pipgeek?”
He shook his head.
“Do you want to?”
“Oh, please.”
I put him on his feet and pulled off my shirt while he did the same so quick that his glasses got tangled in the fabric.
Chuckling, I bent and fished them out, sliding them back onto his face. “I want you to see every detail.”
He popped the button on his jeans and yanked them down while kicking off his shoes and socks, leaving everything in a heap to stand before me, all lean limbs and pale skin, with a flushed, anxious cock pointing in my direction.
