Gideon was still clothed, but not for long.His slacks and shirt crumpled to the floor, and his boxers slid down his thighs.Joey reached out from the bed as he undressed, trailing nimble fingers down his flank, his backside.
“I want to touch you,” he said, but his voice was garbled, hazy with pleasure, and Gideon knew this wasn’t the time.
“Later,” he promised.“There will be later.”
Joey made a negative sound, but Gideon wasn’t going to have that discussion now.He paused to grab a tube of slick from his drawer and then turned back toward the bed.Moved by a sense of exhibitionism that had rarely, if ever, gripped him, he whispered, “Watch.”
Joey turned, mouth slightly parted, and watched as Gideon oiled his own erect cock, hard and slow, letting his head tilt back and enjoying the sensation.
It had been a while, and then the relationship—a woman that time—had been tepid and halfhearted.This was Joey fucking Carlyle.Every sinew of Gideon’s body was committed to this.
Joey made that sound again, the one that told Gideon he was aroused beyond endurance, and his hand came out to feather along Gideon’s cock.
Gideon stepped away, not to be cruel but because Joey wasn’t the only one at the cliff’s edge.
He moved up from the bottom of the bed again, pulling Joey’s thighs over his shoulders and meeting his eyes as he positioned himself.
“You ready?”he asked, and he saw Joey swallow before nodding.
Oh God.He couldn’t do this without….He lowered himself, let Joey’s legs slide down, and kissed him, not hard but tenderly, intimately, the way he’d wanted to touch him from the first.
“It’ll be okay,” he promised when the kiss ended, and with a little shimmy, he felt himself thrusting forward, breaching Joey’s stretched body.
Joey nodded again, but no words, nothing but that bitten lower lip and the arching of his hips as he sought to impale himself on Gideon’s girth and length.
Gideon shuddered.“Come on,” he urged.“We can do this.Relax.”
And that did it.Joey’s knees fell open, his body went pliant again, and Gideon surged forward slowly, with care, but inevitably, like the rising sun or the smell of mist on concrete.
He was there, unmistakable and real.
Joey’s eyes closed, his mouth parted slightly, and he let out a sigh of completion as Gideon seated himself entirely in Joey’s body.
Gideon stayed there, letting Joey relax around him, and waited until he felt that first visceral shudder.
“Go—Gid,” Joey begged.“Please.”
“Oh yeah,” Gideon told him, pulling back and thrusting.And again.And harder.Joey’s knees came up, clenching around Gideon’s hips, and still he kept thrusting, kept fucking, his body hungry,starving, devouring Joey’s surrender like it was the thing he needed to sustain his very life.
And finally, finally, Joey opened his mouth, cried out, said, “Gideon!”so desperately, Gideon wouldn’t have been able to deny himanything.
“Come,” he growled, thrusting hard, hitting that spot, the one that made most men quiver, and Joey was no exception.
First he made that sound,ngungghhhh,and then he used it to power a tortured, “Yes!”that sent shudders of electricity all along Gideon’s skin.
“Yes!”Joey cried again, his asshole clenching on Gideon’s erection, and that quickly—oh God, Gideon saw stars and hurtled off the precipice to orgasm, falling so hard, so fast, he barely felt the hot spurt of come scalding the inside of Joey Carlyle’s body.
Joey’s next sound was lost as his own spend coated their stomachs, and Gideon, still spasming, lowered his head and took his mouth again, easing him down and down until the chaos of orgasm passed.
Joey fell back against the pillows, eyes closed, his body falling absolutely still, and Gideon pressed a kiss to his forehead, recognizing the haziness of subspace, offorcingyour body to relax so what should be a pleasurable experience didn’t become a painful one.
“Hang in there,” he murmured and got up, unsteady himself, to turn off the lights, double-check the apartment’s locks, fetch a washcloth, and arrange the blankets.He got back, shivering a little from running around naked, and after wiping them both down, he nudged Joey a little until he was on his side and then spooned him from behind.
It wasn’t until he’d wrapped his arm around Joey Carlyle’s chest that he allowed himself to think about the enormity of what they’d just done.
He shuddered hard and drew Joey closer, and Joey whimpered in his sleep.
Now he would make the noises he wouldn’t let Gideon hear when they were making love.
