“I will absolutely come home with you, if you want me to.” He kissed Zeb’s hair. “There’s something I think I should tell you.”
“Mmm?”
Gideon took a deep breath. “I went to a club. That one you showed me, but I didn’t want to go in? Well, I did. I went.”
Zeb had felt quite strongly that Gideon should meet more people of their sort. Gideon had resisted. He’d been terrified ofa police raid, the risk of exposure, and, Zeb suspected, of the reality of it. One thing to have a lover in a room away from all eyes, quite another to go to a club and be seen.
“I’m glad you did. Was it good?”
Gideon grimaced. “It… I think it was good. I spoke to some people. Everyone was very friendly.”
Zeb cast an affectionate glance at him, with his striking features and patrician nose. “I bet they were.”
“And, uh. There was a man. Two men.” It was still dark, but Zeb would put good money Gideon was blushing. He could imagine the heat sweep over his skin. “It was a performance, I suppose, or at least I hope it was, because…well. One of them announced the other had lost a bet. He told him to get on his knees in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back and suck him. He held his hair, and called him names, and it was—Christ.”
“Did you like it?”
“I don’t know. Yes. Yes, I did.”
“Just watching, or…?”
“No,” Gideon said. “No. I, uh, it was very—and a man—he sucked me off. I let him.”
Zeb reached for his hand. That would be the second man Gideon had ever done anything with, and he hoped the fellow had made a decent job of it. “Wasthatgood?”
“Yes. Sort of. Yes, it was good, but I didn’t know him. I kept thinking, I wished I’d gone with you. If you’d done that there and then, it would have been—Lord.”
“I’m at your disposal. Did you go again?”
“I was going to. But when I was approaching, there were police on the street, a couple of them loitering as they do, and I walked past without looking and went home. And before I got the nerve up to try again, I ran entirely out of money, so that was that. But I wanted you to know, I did try, and I’d like to go again. With you.”
“Then we will,” Zeb said. “Is there anything else on your mind, at all?”
Gideon took a deep breath. “The things that chap was saying to his partner—”
“You liked it?”
“He was quite offensive. But some of it—telling him he wanted it—”
“The other night,” Zeb said. “I was on my knees with my hands behind my back, and you were telling me how much I loved it.”
“That,” Gideon said hoarsely. “Exactly that.”
“Well, I do, so if you tell me how much I love it, that’s just true. And what I most want in the world right now is for you to tell me exactly what you want me to do, and then point out what an eager little bitch I am while I’m doing it.”
“Oh Jesus, Zeb. Please,” Gideon said helplessly. “Please. Can I?”
“I absolutely insist you do. I will tell you if I don’t like anything,” he added, knowing Gideon as he did. “I will say if it’s too much, and not take offence. But that isveryfar from my problem right now.”
Since his erection was jammed into Gideon’s hip, this wasinarguable. Gideon took a deep breath. Then he rolled over, pushing Zeb gently onto his back, swung a leg over his chest, and straddled him.
“Go on,” Zeb said. “Just as you imagined.”
“I thought about this so much,” Gideon said softly. “Over you, watching your face. And—” He caught Zeb’s hands, leaning forward to pull them above his head, interlaced their fingers, pressed down.
Zeb twisted under him, feeling his weight. “Yes. Like this.”
“I thought sometimes about holding you and fucking between your legs,” Gideon whispered. “I thought about how you’d be so hard, and those noises you made—make—when you want to come, and the way you look. How I’d make you wait till you were moaning.”
