ONE DANCE turned into two and then three. The music got progressively cheesier, and in the end, Dan rested his head in the crook of Gideon’s neck as they shuffled around the room, his arms wrapped loosely around Gideon’s waist. Gideon didn’t seem anxious to push it to the next level. He held Dan, stroked his hair, and occasionally brushed a kiss over his temple.
As the song came to an end, Gideon stopped their gentle swaying. He placed one finger under Dan’s chin and tilted it so he could kiss him. Dan shuddered, clutched Gideon’s ass and hauled him closer, and opened his mouth for another long kiss that left his toes curling in his fancy dress shoes. From the way Gideon’s arms tightened around him and his moan of pleasure as their tongues met and dueled, Gideon was just as affected.
Dan slid one hand up to cup the back of Gideon’s neck, and the short hairs prickled his palm. He left the other on Gideon’s tight ass and squeezed, relishing the feel of taut muscle beneath his hand.
Gideon snorted as he ran his hand over Dan’s head. “You need to grow your hair.”
“You just want something to hang on to.” Dan had been thinking about growing it out since the barfights had tapered off.
“I want something to hang on to,” Gideon agreed. Then he kissed Dan hard again.
And Dan’s shaft pressed insistently against Gideon’s thigh. He rubbed against him because he wanted to take it to the next stage. He didn’t expect Gideon to pick him up. Dan had the choice to struggle or wrap his legs around Gideon’s waist. When he chose the latter, Gideon smiled at him as though he’d hung the moon.
But Dan, being Dan, had to growl an “I’m not a girl,” even if the thought of Gideon being able to carry him aroused the living fuck out of him.
“I know that, darlin’.” Gideon’s soothing tone should have stung Dan’s pride, and maybe it did a little, but he didn’t have time to do more than hang on as Gideon took them into a bedroom which was as large as Dan’s entire apartment and deposited Dan on the huge bed. Then he crawled over Dan and pressed him into the mattress.
Dan stared up at him. “We kinda need to get naked. And no shoes.”
“I need to ask a question… to know….” Gideon’s hesitancy made Dan frown.
He ran a finger along Gideon’s cheek. “Ask me anything.”
“We haven’t talked about if this is okay.”
“Is this a consent talk? Because I’m grateful an’ all, but I’m not saying no.”
While Dan had been joking, he realized from Gideon’s serious expression that that had been one of the questions. Dan wasn’t used to being asked if he consented, but it had been all over the media, and it wasn’t the time to laugh at Gideon for taking extra care of him. He smiled, and Gideon gave the briefest of smiles in return, but his gaze was intense.
“Good, because I really wanna fuck you. Is that okay?”
“What if I want to fuck you?” Dan liked changing it up. He loved being filled by a cock, and he was just as happy banging a guy’s brains out.
“You can do what you like, darlin’.”
Dan knew if he said no, Gideon would accept it without question, but he didn’t want to say no. “I want you inside me, filling me up until I can’t breathe.”
Gideon’s smile was huge. “Then let’s get naked, because I really need to feel your skin on mine.”
Dan was fully onboard with that idea, but then he remembered that getting into the tuxedos had been a two-man job. Stripping out of the tuxedos was easier said than done. “I might need some help here, big guy.”
“I can do that.”
Dan had never had the experience of being undressed by any man. Gideon took each button slowly, kissed each piece of skin as it was exposed, and nuzzled into the hair on Dan’s chest. Dan remembered his shower, when he’d wondered if Gideon could deal with a furry chest. He didn’t seem to have an issue.
Then it was Dan’s turn to help Gideon. As he pushed off Gideon’s shirt, Dan nearly swallowed his tongue. Gideon was all man in clothes, but naked, he was a fucking god.
“Christ,” he whispered as he took in the broad shoulders, chest lightly covered in hair, slim waist, and long legs. His cock was thick and long, and Dan wanted to drop to his knees to taste it.
“Gideon, or sir, if you want to,” Gideon replied seriously.
“Sir? In your dreams,” Dan scoffed, because no way was he calling a lover sir.
Gideon smile was wry. “Ah, Daniel, you don’t know just how many dreams I’ve had about you.”
“Likewise.”
They came together in a clash of hands and teeth, mouths desperate to connect again, dicks leaving sticky trails on bellies and thighs. It was hard and needy and left Daniel in no doubt that Gideon wanted him, Daniel Collins, not some nameless lover.
Gideon tipped them over onto the bed. Dan went down with an Oof, the breath knocked out of him. Dan barely had time to inhale before Gideon kissed him again, and Gideon cradled either side of his face with his large hands. He wasn’t used to tenderness together with desire. It was as though Gideon wanted to wrap him up as well as fuck him into the mattress.
Dan’s eyes slowly drifted shut. He arched his back as Gideon placed wet sucking kisses down his neck and then along a trail to his left nipple. Dan carded his fingers through Gideon’s thick hair as Gideon licked and toyed with one nipple and then the other. Each pass of his tongue set Dan’s nerve endings on fire, and he rubbed his cock against Gideon, begging for Gideon’s attention.
He moaned as Gideon wrapped his hand around Dan’s shaft. “More. I want to feel your cock against mine.”
“Whatever you want, darlin’,” Gideon crooned, and he started a slow jack of their cocks—velvet hardness against velvet hardness.
Dan wasn’t sure who moaned or whether they both moaned in unison. The angle was strange, but it didn’t matter, because it was Gideon touching him and Gideon pressing him down into the mattress and Gideon’s cock sending delicious friction against his. Slow and perfect, it was more than Dan had ever dreamed of. He opened his eyes to see Gideon staring at him intently, strain around his eyes and mouth, and he realized Gideon was close to the edge already.
He enveloped Gideon’s hand in his. “It’s okay. You can come now.”
Gideon shoved through their joined hands with sharp staccato thrusts until he let out a choking sound and came in warm pulses, spilling through their fingers onto Dan’s belly. Dan worked him through his orgasm until Gideon rested his head in the crook of Dan’s neck.
It took a few minutes, but finally Gideon drew in a shuddering breath and looked up, his expression sheepish. “I didn’t intend it to be that quick.”
“It’s okay,” Dan soothed.
“Can I suck you off?”
“Oh God, yes.”
Gideon slithered down the bed and took Dan’s cock into his mouth. Dan moaned and arched up as Gideon licked around the glans and ran his tongue up and down the shaft.
“Don’t tease. Too close. Need to fuck your mouth.”
Gideon pulled off, his mouth glistening. “Do it.”
He sucked Dan back into his mouth and waited while he looked up at Dan. If Dan wanted it, then Gideon was ready and willing. It only took a few thrusts, and Dan spilled down Gideon’s throat and felt Gideon take it all.
Gideon climbed back onto the bed and handed Dan a packet of wipes that had been on the nightstand. Dan managed to clean them both up, throw the wipes somewhere in the direction of the trashcan, and roll into Gideon’s arms. Gideon kissed the top of his head, and Dan closed his eyes.
He was almost asleep when a horrible thought struck him and he sat bolt upright.
“Wassa matter, darlin’?” Gideon murmured all sleepy and warm.
“SmokeyJo. She needs feeding.”
“Ariel’s gonna feed her tomorrow. We’ve got your spare keys at the bar, remember?”
“I—but—”
“Stop worrying and go to sleep. Your cat is fine.”
Gideon pulled Dan down and enfolded him in his arms again. Dan was asleep in seconds, sated and content in a way he hadn’t been for years.
THEY CAME together in the night as urgent desire overtook the need to sleep. Dan woke needing the bathroom and had to wriggle out of Gideon’s embrace, because Gideon hadn’t let go of him at all during the night. He was like a much larger, although slightly less furry version of his cat.
When he got back into bed, Gideon wanted kisses. He gave them willingly, folding into Gideon’s arms and seeking his mouth in the dark. They kissed for a long time, until it was more panting, and their dicks were hard and painting needy trails on their skin.
“Roll over,” Gideon said eventually.
Dan did as he was asked, and he heard a quiet snick. Gideon’s preparation was as tender as he expected, until Dan couldn’t take any more and begged him to fuck him. He was starting to realize Gideon liked to hear Dan ask or beg for what he wanted. A crinkle of foil, and then Gideon was pushing his way in. Dan breathed through until Gideon rested behind him, his pubic hair tickling Dan’s ass.
Gideon moaned gently and kissed the nape of Dan’s neck. “You feel unbelievable.”
“So do you.” Dan reached behind him with one arm to pull Gideon closer.
Gideon started to move with small thrusts, getting deeper, until the sound of their panting filled the darkened room. Dan tugged on his cock and matched his rhythm to Gideon’s. Their rhythm worked and stuttered, and then they climaxed. Dan wasn’t sure who was first, but he felt Gideon pump into the condom as he spurted over his hand again. Gideon rested his sweaty forehead against Dan’s back until he finally moved and flicked on one of the small lights, and Dan blinked against the brightness. It was Gideon’s turn to pad to the bathroom and dispose of the condom. Dan cleaned up as best he could and tried not to lay in the wet patch. The sheets were a mess, and Dan took great satisfaction in that thought.
Dan wrapped himself around Gideon when he returned to bed. He wanted to show the same tenderness that Gideon had shown him.
“Good night,” he whispered as they lay in the darkness.
“’Night, darlin’.”