He conquered you.
Well, fine.So Chadwick had topped.
Joey didn’t want to tell him how that had never happened before.It seemed so… soinconsequentialto their coming together.But how would he know how he felt about it until he had a chance to roll the whole thing around in his head, retrace Gideon’s path on his body with his own hands?He… he needed tothinkabout it, and he couldn’t do it with… with….
He moaned softly.
“You still want to go?”Gideon asked, and now his hand was moving languidly on Joey’s chest.“I won’t stop you.”
“But… ah….”Joey’s cock was starting to wake up, and he realized that he must have slept, because he wasclean.God, how had he allowed this man access to his body while he’d dozed?
“You want to go?”Gideon’s fingertips slid along Joey’s hardening length.“Go.”One of them toyed with the end, with the pre that was already dripping the tiniest bit.“Just roll out of bed and go.”
Joey gasped and moved his own hand down to wrap around Gideon’s, both of them stroking his cock while Joey spread his legs and pressed his feet against the mattress, arching up against their hands.
Chadwick nibbled on his neck again, lowered his mouth to Joey’s nipple and licked, and Joey wasn’t thinking about leaving anymore, about indulging in his full belly after his feast.
Oh, fuck it all, he wasstarvingagain, and when Chadwick rolled between his spread thighs and made himself at home, Joey had no option, none, but to welcome his cock—an amazing piece of equipment, that, thick and long like all of Gideon’s substance was there in that one part of his body—as it thrust inside.
Joey, who preferred his sex silent, intense, his own quiet banquet, cried out and then silenced his sounds with his mouth to Gideon’s chest.
He tried not to bite, failed, and Gideon simply fucked him harder.
And harder.
They cried out together as the crest took them, and Joey wanted to sob as he felt the slick heat of come inside his body once again.
He wanted to trap it there, keep it, stay filled with it, because even as he felt himself drop off to another unguarded sleep, he knew that hunger, that need to be filled, would be waiting for him when he awakened.
Oh God, how had he not knownhewas the deer?
GIDEON’S BODYhad never been so sated.He lay in the predawn chill coming through the window and wondered if he should let Joey leave this time.
Sure.Why not?They would be meeting for work again.Crosby was down for the count.It was their job to show Garcia the ropes.
Nothing had changed there, although everything,everythinghad changed here, in Gideon’s bed.
He’d let Joey go, meet him in the office, let his eyes roam where his hands had taken liberties, and keep all his sly jokes, his dirty innuendo, to himself until….
Oh God.
Until it was them alone again.Together.
He allowed Joey to slide off the bed this time, to disappear into the bathroom, to dress.And then he waited.
Come on, Joey—what’s it going to be?The door?The window?The door?The window?One says you acknowledge this was a thing that happened once, says you’re hoping to keep it hidden, even from yourself.
So when Gideon heard that indecision, that moment of hesitation as Joey emerged from the bathroom, he knew what the kid was thinking.And when he—predictably but sadly—reached for the window, Gideon let out a sigh, thinking he’d hoped for better, for easier.
But he could keep his own counsel, right?He’d been looking at Carlyle from under hooded eyes, thinking,That kid is out of my league, but my God is he beautiful, for a long time.
A year and a half.
They could dance some more, right?
He thought he’d resolved to do that, so his own voice, coming low and imperious as he feigned sleep, surprised him as much as Joey.
“Grab my keys so you can bring coffee when you return.”
