To the Moon and Back

by N.R. Walker

Instead of yelling and screaming, he’d sing a song to Benson, give extra-long cuddles, or read books to him. Anything to distract himself, to benefit Benson, but also to make himself a better dad. To make up for the fact that he had to be twice as good now. While he’d tried to do it all, Gideon didn’t blame himself for not being a super-dad, and he certainly didn’t blame Benson. Babies were innocent and, after all, a lot of work. He blamed Drew, one hundred percent. “To the moon and back,” Toby said, reading the decal above Benson’s crib. Gideon gave Benson another kiss on the cheek. “I tell him that every time I put him to bed,” Gideon said. “And turn on this light,” he said, pressing the switch on the small box on the chest of drawers. The room went dark, with purple and blues swirling on the ceiling and walls, turning the whole room into a galaxy. “I play this every night when I put him to bed. I tell him stories and we look at the stars.” Toby’s smile was warm and kind, and he gave Benson a gentle tweak on the arm. “Daddy’s little astronaut.” Gideon snorted out a laugh. “Well, I guess that’s better than chicken nugget.” Toby grinned. “He can be both. A cheeky chicky nuggy astronaut.” Gideon stared at him. Oh sweet heavens, it was getting worse.

He was woken up by Toby shoving him away and racing for the bathroom. Gideon must have been draped over him again without even realising. When Toby crawled back to bed, he looked miserable. “You okay?” Gideon asked. Toby’s eyes were closed, a deep frown in place. “My asshole hasn’t been this sore since that sex party in Paris.” Gideon stared at him, and Toby’s eyes flew open like he’d just realised what he’d said—and to whom. Gideon burst out laughing, not sure what was funnier: what Toby’d said or the look on his face. But Gideon had to hold his stomach, and his back ached dreadfully. His laughter was soon a groan. Toby rolled over, away from him. “We’re going to pretend I never said that.” “Bien sûr.” There was a beat of silence before Toby chuckled. Then he groaned as well. “Ow. Don’t make me laugh,” he mumbled. Gideon fell back asleep with a smile, albeit short-lived . . . until his next bathroom visit.

“So how is your sexy boss with his sexy moustache? Still sexy?” “As ever.” She seemed surprised by this. “Oh?” She leaned in and whispered, “Just how sexy are we talking?” Toby chuckled, but he clearly remembered Gideon coming out of his bathroom with just a towel around his waist, water beaded on his skin. And how he looked in his suit pants and business shirt this morning. He sighed. “You know, I never had a thing for moustaches before now.” She grinned. “You know they call them ‘handlebar moustaches’ for a reason—so you’ve got something to hold on to.” “Oh my god!” Toby covered Benson’s ears.

Anika laughed, but she waved him off. “My bestie is gay,” she whispered. “And TMI is his middle name. He tells me everything, and I do mean ev-er-y-thing.” Toby snorted. “Well, as sexy as he is, we’re not . . . holding onto moustaches, if you know what I mean.” He sighed. “He is my boss, after all.” She made a face. “You know what I say? To hell with the rules. If it’s good and you want it, go for it. You’re consenting adults, and life’s too short.” “It’s not that simple,” he grumbled. “I’m technically through an agency. If they found out . . .” “Who’s gonna tell them?”

He laughed and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter anyway. He’s not interested. And I’m not interested either! What am I saying? I’m talking like I’m interested, and I’m not. I’m really not.” Anika raised one perfectly arched eyebrow. “Mm-hmm. Just so you know, if you ever get kidnapped and need to lie to save your life, you’re one hundred percent dead. You’re not even surviving a little bit. That was woeful.” He nudged his shoulder to hers. “...

At bedtime, Toby opted to sleep in his own bed. For the sake of his sanity. For his job. He ignored the flinch of Gideon’s eyes, the way he tried to hide his surprise and hurt. He lay there, staring at his ceiling for what felt like hours, any hopes of sleep long gone, replaced with images of Gideon’s smile, his eyes, his moustache. The warmth and surety of every brush of fingers, the way that made Toby feel. He wanted to know what he felt like against him. He wanted to know what he kissed like. God, what he would do to know how Gideon kissed. Toby was sure Gideon would be a great kisser. He wanted to know what that moustache felt like . . . Stop thinking about it, Toby, and go to sleep. But he had no hope of sleeping at all. And just after one o’clock in the morning, he sat on the edge of his bed in the dark, mad at himself for what he was about to do.

He snatched up his pillow and yanked back his bedroom door, fully intending to go into Gideon’s room. But Gideon’s door was open and the kitchen light was on. And was that a tap running? Was he not feeling well? Oh god, had Toby food poisoned him twice in a week? He went toward the kitchen and found Gideon at the sink, drinking a glass of water. He wore his blue striped pyjama pants and a white tee. He didn’t seem surprised to see Toby, and he didn’t appear ill. He looked Toby up and down, pausing at the pillow Toby was holding. “Couldn’t sleep,” Toby said. “Same,” Gideon murmured. He held the glass out. “Do you want some water?” Toby walked close enough to take the glass. He gulped it, his eyes on Gideon, and he watched as Gideon’s eyes dropped to his mouth and his throat as he swallowed. Gideon’s lips parted when Toby’s tongue caught an errant bead of water, his gaze fixed and heated. Holy shit.

For all the ignoring he’d done, for all the pretending he’d managed, Toby couldn’t ignore that. Gideon took the glass, their fingers brushing again, hot and electric. Gideon let out a sharp breath and his gaze flashed to Toby’s. “I, um, I should . . .” He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling. “God, I need to—” He went to step around Toby, but Toby grabbed his arm. He hadn’t meant to. He had no recollection of moving, but when he looked down, his hand had a hold of Gideon. Gideon looked down at Toby’s hand, then up to his face, his eyes imploring, his lips parted, chest heaving. They were so close, their bodies almost touching. The heat between them ready to combust. Toby dropped his pillow and slid his hand ...

He leaned in, lifted Gideon’s jaw a little, their noses barely an inch apart. Gideon gasped, and he licked his lips. “Tell me yes,” Toby breathed. Gideon slow blinked, his eyes dark. “Yes.” Thank god. Toby crushed his mouth to Gideon’s, hard and demanding. Pushing Gideon against the kitchen counter, Toby slid his tongue into Gideon’s mouth. He’d wanted this for too long to be patient or gentle. Gideon grunted as their tongues met, and the sound made Toby’s knees weak. His fingers found Gideon’s hair, holding his head, kissing him deeper, harder. He tasted like mint and dreams come true. Gideon wrapped his arms around Toby, pulling him close, and Toby could...

Tongues, teeth, hands, and body heat, everything Toby needed. Gideon’s hold on him tightened, and Gideon pushed against him, turning him around and pushing him harder against the counter. Desperate, demanding . . . Toby still held Gideon’s face, his neck, still had his tongue in Gideon’s mouth, and he had to make a decision . . . Simmer down or take it to bed. With his hands cupping Gideon’s face, he broke the kiss, their foreheads touching. Breaths ragged, chests heaving. “Tell me what to do,” Toby whispered. Gideon’s eyes closed and he looked torn. But their hips were still flush together, erections pressed between them. But there was no answer. “It’s okay,” he murmured, taking a step back. Gideo...

Gideon knew there was no going back. In hindsight, he knew there was no going back from the moment he admitted to himself that he had feelings for Toby. But to kiss him? To taste him, and feel his body, and hold him? He’d crossed the line, and he wasn’t sorry. He wanted this. He wanted Toby more than he’d ever wanted anyone else, and now that he’d had a taste . . . He hadn’t meant to grab Toby’s shirt like that, but the idea of him walking away made Gideon’s body react.

“I want you,” Gideon said, his voice rough. “But I have to know if you’re okay with that. I know it’s complicated, but fuck, Toby, I want you. I want you in my bed, not just to sleep. I want to be with you. But I need you to tell me you want this.” Toby peeled Gideon’s fingers from his shirt and, still holding his hand, led him to Gideon’s room. Gideon’s heart was in his throat, thundering. And to Gideon’s surprise, Toby pulled Gideon’s shirt off and pushed him onto the bed. He climbed on after him, crawling up his body, his eyes fierce and determined. He pulled his own shirt off then and threw it to the floor. “I’m more than okay with it,” he said, crashing his mouth to Gideon’s, forcing his tongue inside.

Toby’s knees widened Gideon’s legs and he lowered his body onto Gideon’s, Toby’s erection hot and hard against his own. Gideon gasped, his hips rising up, grinding, gripping him, desperate for more. Toby was completely in charge of him, and Gideon surrendered. The pleasure, the desire, being wanted like this. All Gideon could do was groan and give Toby whatever he wanted. And Toby had no qualms in taking it. The perfect mix of demanding and gentle, he held him, fingers digging into his skin, then featherlight touches. His tongue delved deep, then he sucked on Gideon’s bottom l...

Gideon’s whole body was on fire. Every cell at the mercy of Toby’s touch. He was close to coming already. And then Toby leaned back, palming Gideon’s cock, slipping his hand into his briefs to wrap his fingers around him. Slick with precome, the slide was wet and hot, the pleasure too much. “Fuck, Toby, oh god,” Gideon gasped. His cock was rock hard, his orgasm so close, pushing him to that place where pain and pleasure meet. “Gonna come.” “Yeah, give it to me,” Toby grunted. Ecstasy crashed over Gideon, a blinding pleasure exploded within him, and he spilled over the edge. His back a...

He barely even noticed Toby leaning over him, one hand near Gideon’s head, the other stroking his own cock. Gideon tried to focus on the cockhead sliding through Toby’s fist, but Toby’s face . . . the pleasure and urgency was a true thing of beauty. Gideon reached down and cupped Toby’s balls, and Toby’s eyes shot open, and with a loud moan, he shot his load onto Gideon’s chest. “So fucking hot.” Toby shuddered as he squeezed the last of his come out, dropping his head down, panting and spent. Gideon pulled him down, taking h...

He sounded exhausted and he was a dead weight on top of Gideon. A delicious, perfect weight. He traced circles on Toby’s back, patterns and swirls. He almost hoped Toby would fall asleep, that they could stay like that all night. Where reality wouldn’t ever bother them. With a sigh, Gideon rolled them onto their sides. “Let me get a washcloth.” Toby mumbled but didn’t open his eyes, so Gideon slipped out of bed. He cleaned himself up, changed into some clean boxer pants, and took a wet washcloth back to the bed. Toby was on his back, eyes shut, breaths even and deep. It made Gide...

Gideon didn’t know if they’d be better or worse, but he knew without a doubt their relationship had changed. So if all he had was this night, this right here with Toby in his arms, the smell of their sex on their skin, then Gideon would take it. Toby snuggled into him, breathing deep. Gideon tightened his h...

When Gideon looked up at Toby, Toby was staring at him, eyes wide. “Oh.” He stopped, his stomach dropping. “Oh, what?” Toby rubbed his own neck and frowned. “Ah, you’re gonna have to wear a tie to work today. Is it too hot for a turtleneck?” The corner of his lip drew down. “Sorry.” Oh. Toby put one knee on the bed, leaned over, and took Benson. “This little chicky nuggy needs more breakfast.” Then he looked at Gideon’s neck again and grimaced, but also kind of laughed. “Sorry about that.” Well, so much for any awkwardness. Gideon rolled out of bed and went to his bathroom to take a piss and to see what the hell was wrong with his neck . . . Holy shit.

A big purple hickey was splotched on the side of his throat, down to where his shoulder started. He remembered the way Toby had scraped his teeth there, how he’d sucked and licked. He remembered how good it had felt. But holy hell, he looked like he’d been in a plum fight, and lost. He doubted a collared shirt and tie would even hide it. Gideon leaned in closer to inspect it. Were those teeth marks? Sure looked like it. But he caught himself smiling as he skimmed his fingers over the purple blotch, and he met his own gaze in the reflection. Did he regret what they’d done? Absolutely not. Did he care that he had a huge purple love-bite on his neck? Hell no. Actually, he liked it.

Toby studied Gideon for a few long seconds and he felt very scrutinised. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, Gideon? Because you’re not saying much.” His head was starting to spin. “I’m very okay with this,” he replied. “It’s all very new and you’re very forthright about such things. For what it’s worth, I find you very attractive too.” He tried not to blush. “I’ve tried to not think of you that way for a while now.” “Any luck?” He chuckled. “None.” Toby smiled as he sipped his coffee and Gideon wasn’t sure what to say next. They probably still had things to discuss, but he needed to get his head around everything first. “Just so you know,” Toby said, “I’m vers. Top or bottom, I’m bossy either way.” Gideon’s coffee came out his nose.

What were we talking about? Oh yeah . . . “So what did you want to talk about? What were you chewing on your bottom lip about before?” “Oh.” He worried his bottom lip again. “God, this is embarrassing, so I’m just going to say it. I’m vers too. This morning you just blurted it out like you were discussing the weather.” “And your coffee came out of your nose.” “It cleared the sinuses, that was for sure.” Toby laughed. “And it was totally sexy. Very becoming.” “Oh, good.” “So you’re versatile too, huh?”

Gideon let out a nervous breath and put his tea down, probably before it came out his nose like his coffee had. “Yes. I’ve always liked both aspects of sex. I mean, I like all aspects of sex. But I like to be able to give whatever my partner wants. It just depends on the mood or whatever.” He ran his hand through his hair and kept talking a bit too fast. “I’ve never actually had any kind of ongoing sexual relationship with another vers guy. I’ve only ever been with guys who preferred one or the other, or no anal sex at all, or whatever. Everyone’s different, which I can appreciate. That’s totally fine.” Toby reached over and gave Gideon’s hand a squeeze. “You wanna take a breath for me?”

Gideon barked out a laugh. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.” He inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know, with two vers guys, how we navigate it.” “Like toss a coin or write up a roster?” Gideon stared at him, and it made Toby laugh. “I’m kidding! Gideon, we just take it easy. Don’t stress about it. If you need a good dicking to relieve some stress, then that’s what we do. Or if I need to get pounded into the mattress, we do that instead.” Gideon’s eyes were now comically wide, and Toby was glad he wasn’t holding a hot tea. “Did you not talk about what yo...

“Well, we’re going to be grown-ups and talk about these things,” Toby said. “Like tonight, I think it’s too soon for any dicking, but I’m all for some sucking and cuddling afterwards.” Gideon covered his face with his hands and fell against the back of the sofa. “Oh my god.” When he lowered his hands, he was smiling. “How do you just say this stuff?” Toby laughed and set his cup of tea down. He crept over and straddled Gideon’s lap. Gideon was clearly surprised, but his hands found Toby’s hips. Toby lifted Gideon’s chin, forcing his head back, and he gave him an almost-kiss. “I...

Toby began to rock a little, their bodies touching in all the right places. “I want to take you to bed,” he said. “And I want to taste you. If that’s okay with you?” Gideon’s nostrils flared and he rolled his hips up to meet Toby. “That’s very okay with me. Can I taste you too?” Toby lightly touched his index finger to Gideon’s bottom lip. “I will insist you do.” The smirk Gideon gave him was sublime. Holding Gideon’s chin, Toby kissed him, opening his lips with his own and sinking his tongue into his mouth. Gideon groaned and the hold on Toby’s hips tightened. He was s...

He probably could. But he wanted something else tonight. Breaking the kiss, Toby peeled himself off Gideon and stood up. He held out his hand, which Gideon took, and he led him to Gideon’s room. It was dark, a crack of light from the open door the only illumination. Toby pulled his shirt off and stood there, letting Gideon’s eyes rake over him. Having a man look at him with pure lust was a powerful drug. His skin prickled, flushed warm, and he undid his pants and let them fall down, standing there in only his briefs. Gideon stared at Toby’s erection and Toby smiled as he gave himself a sensual pull. “You’re way overdressed,” Toby murmured. Gideon pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, slid his shorts and briefs down over his hips, and let his cock spring free. Damn. Toby went to him, taking Gid...

Gideon sat and Toby went to his knees. He wasted no time in taking Gideon’s cock into his mouth, tasting him, sucking and sliding up and down the shaft. Gideon cried out, his hand fisting Toby’s hair. Toby smiled around his cockhead, loving how Gideon was losing control. His erection was thick and hot, and Toby could only imagine how it would feel inside him. The very idea of it made him groan. Gideon flexed his hips and Toby took him in deeper, sliding his hand up and down the base, pumping him. “Oh god, Toby,” Gideon bit out. His cock was now impossibly hard, swollen, and Toby knew he was close. So he sucked harder, pumped him, and took him into his throat. Gideon’s hold of Toby’s hair tightened, and he trembled with restraint as h...

He opened his mouth, his eyes dreamy, and Toby slipped his cock inside. Gideon flattened his tongue and pulled Toby all the way in, taking him straight into his throat, and swallowed around him. “Fucking hell,” Toby yelped, unprepared for the total onslaught of pleasure, but Gideon held his arse, keeping him right there. Buried. Toby could feel himself twitching, swelling, and Gideon swallowed again, breathing through his nose, and he groaned. The sound vibrated through Toby’s cock, and when Gideon touched Toby’s balls, slipping a finger in behind them, Toby came without warning. “Fuck, oh god, yes,” he hissed as he shot his load down Gideon’s throat. It hit him so hard and fast his head spun, and his bones turned to jelly. Gideon pulled off and helped Toby lie down, his body still...

“Where did you learn how to do that?” “Dick sucking school.” “Hmm. Please tell me you were the teacher’s pet and he gave you private lessons for being such a good boy.” Gideon laughed really loudly. “Ah no. But I think I’ve seen that porno.” Toby chuckled. “Same.” They were quiet then, sim...

When Gideon climbed into bed, he stared at the ceiling for far too long. He wished Toby was in bed with him, curled around him, holding him. He wished he could kiss him and touch his face, and he wished they could fall asleep in each other’s arms. Instead, loneliness settled in beside him, and reality plagued his dreams. He finally had with Toby what he thought he wanted. He’d told himself it was enough. But now it wasn’t. He wanted more.

Sunday couldn’t get here quick enough for Gideon. He’d spent the morning with Lauren and Jill, helping them plan their holiday. Or, mostly, he was insanely jealous as they organised hotels and snorkelling in Fiji while bouncing Benson on his knee, pretending he wasn’t pining hopelessly for Toby. Because missing someone like that after only two days was kinda pathetic. “And how’s the new arrangement going with Toby?” Lauren asked. Jill smirked, nudging him. “Lauren told me.” “I figured she would.” “The hickey would have been a giveaway,” she replied. She inspected his neck. “Which is now a faded yellowish colour. Very nice.” Gideon sighed. “The arrangement is going fine. Great, actually. He’s great.” Lauren stared at him. “Gideon.”

She’d always been able to see through him. “It’s been two days,” he blurted out. “Two days. That’s all. And I miss him. Which is stupid and not part of our arrangement. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m older than him, I should have more self-control. But he’s all cool, calm, and collected, and I’m a hot fucking mess.” “How do you know he’s not at his parents’ house being a hot fucking mess?” Jill asked. “Because he’s out doing stuff. He was going to the markets this morning with his mum and then to the beach with his brother this afternoon.” Lauren’s brows knitted. “How do you know this? You’re not stalking him on his socials, are you?”

“What? No!” Gideon cried. “We text each other.” They both stared at him again. “That’s a very boyfriend-ish agreement you have going on there,” Jill said. Before Gideon could object, she put her hands up. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. In fact, I think it’s great.” Boyfriend-ish? Ah, jeez. Gideon’s head swam. “But?” he asked. “But it’s happened so soon,” Jill said suddenly. Lauren shook her head. “No, it’s not. Remember, I was dating Thea when I met you.” “But that was different.” “No it wasn’t. We just knew from the second we met,” Lauren said with a shrug. “And I’m thinking Gideon here knew the second he met Toby that he was going to be someone important in his life.” She took a deep breath an...

“You really like him, don’t you?” she pressed. “You miss him, you think about him all the time. You get all jittery at the thought of him, and we can all see the stupid look you get on your face.” “It’s not stupid.” She imitated a person who’d smoked too much weed. “You get that dreamy look in your eyes and a dopey smile.” Gideon smiled and then he laughed. “Okay, okay. I do really like him. Which is the stupi...

“You’re having sex with him,” Jill said. “That horse has already bolted and now you want to try and shut the gate?” “Well, no . . . I don’t want to shut that gate. I want to leave it wide open.” Lauren patted Gideon’s knee. “I’m happy for you, Gideon. I’m happy that you’re happy and that you’ve found someone who treats you right. He looks after you, he cares about Benson.” She wiggled his little foot. “And he’s vers. He’s kinda perfect for you.” Jill gasped. “He is? You...

Gideon laughed off his embarrassment. “Uh, thanks. I think.” Lauren sighed. “I still think you and he need to have a little chat. I would say before your heart gets involved, but I think it’s too late for that.” Gideon groaned. “I don’t want to ruin it. Can’t I just enjoy it before reality rains all over me?” Jill made a face. “I say enjoy it. You’re already in with both feet, so you’ve got nothing to lose. Maybe lure him into the water a little.” Lauren gasped out a laugh. “You can’t do that!” “Yes, he can.” “If you don’t want to ask him outright, how about you just read his reactions,” Lauren tried. “See what he does when he gets home. See if he missed you as much as you misse...

It made his heart swell, and it made him ache with emotions he wasn’t ready to name. When Gideon stepped out and quietly closed the door, he was clearly surprised to see Toby in the hall, leaning against the wall. “Oh, hey.” Smiling, Toby took his hand. “That song you sing to him is the sweetest thing.” He pulled him closer, their bodies flush. He held Gideon’s face, running his thumb along his scruffy jaw. “I’ve missed your moustache.” Gideon sputtered out a laugh. “You missed what?” Toby’s thumb flattened the edge of Gideon’s moustache. “Kissing you, and the feel of your moustache,” Toby murmured. “I really like it.” Gideon ran his hand down Toby’s side and over his arse. “Did you want a cup of tea tonight?” “Absolutely not.”

Gideon walked Toby backward into his room. “Thank god,” he mumbled before capturing Toby’s mouth with his own. They stood there beside the bed, kissing, tasting, and reacquainting with wandering hands and lazy tongues. Toby was in no hurry to get to the finish line tonight. He wanted to savour it, enjoy it. And Gideon wasn’t in a rush either. The way he held Toby’s face, gentle and sweet, how his fingers danced over his skin down his neck, and how he sighed and moaned like he found it all so . . . exquisite. No, there was no rush at all. And hours later, when they finally did fall asleep, they were wound around each other so tight, Toby wasn’t sure where he ended and Gideon began. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

Monday night was the same. Gideon got home from work, greeted them both with the biggest grin and gave them both a kiss. And Tuesday, and Wednesday, and Thursday. Small touches, gentle and brief kisses, warm private smiles during the day. And long make-out sessions and unhurried orgasms at night. It was beginning to feel a lot like lovemaking. Toby wanted to have sex with him. They’d done almost everything but have penetrative sex. They’d come close. They’d teased and taunted, brushing his cock against Gideon’s hole, and Gideon doing the same. It was going to happen, and once Toby had decided he wanted it, he made sure Gideon knew. He’d disappeared into his bathroom while Gideon bathed Benson, and by the time he’d put him to bed, he was ready.

Gideon was sitting on the sofa when Toby walked out. “I’ve just put the kettle on,” he said. Then he studied Toby’s face as he walked toward him. “Are you feeling okay? You were gone a while.” Toby slid one knee onto the sofa and straddled Gideon’s hips, slowly lowering himself down. “I feel great,” Toby murmured. “I was just taking care of myself. Getting myself ready.” Toby tipped Gideon’s chin up, forcing his head back with a bruising kiss. “I want you inside me tonight.” Gideon let out a shuddering breath, lips wet and pupils blown, his hands gripping Toby’s hips. “Toby,” he breathed, whispering his name like a prayer. And for a brief, horrible moment, Toby thought Gideon might say no. But then Gideon reached up, gripped Toby’s jaw, his thumb sliding into his mouth, and he drove his hips up as Toby brought his face down for another kiss. It was messy and desperate, and so fucking hot. Toby moaned, widening his knees, trying to grind down on Gideon. Gideon broke the kiss to say just one word. “Bed.”

Toby didn’t need telling twice. He jumped up and pulled Gideon to his feet, almost dragging him into Gideon’s room. Gideon stopped when he saw the condom and lube on his bed. His eyes shot to Toby’s. “Presumptuous?” Toby pulled his shirt off. “No. Confident.” Then his boxer shorts. “And I’m horny and desperate, so get undressed.” Gideon’s eyes widened and he laughed. “Oh. I forget how bossy you can be.” He still wasn’t undressing fast enough, so Toby decided to help him. First his T-shirt, then his sweat shorts. His gorgeous cock was thick and heavy, and desire bloomed in Toby’s belly. He gave Gideon a long, slow pull. “I want you so bad,” he murmured, kissing the top of ...

He broke the kiss and knelt in the middle of the bed. He made a show of stroking himself for Gideon. Then, ever so slowly, he bent down so he was on all fours, his back arched, his arse in the air. He reached down and pulled on his balls, giving himself another long, slow pull. “Christ,” Gideon breathed. Without warning, Gideon’s hands were on Toby’s arse cheeks, spreading him wide, and a warm, wet tongue licked over Toby’s hole. Toby gripped the bedding. “Oh fuck.” Gideon worked his tongue inside h...

Gideon fucked his hole with his tongue for an unbearable amount of time, then replaced his tongue with a finger, adding lube, then another finger. Stretching him, preparing him in the best of ways. But it wasn’t quite enough. He was wanton, desperate for more, and not above begging. “Please, Gideon. Please hurry.” When he heard the rip of the foil, Toby smiled and sighed, rela...

Gideon pressed his cock against Toby’s hole, and Toby held his breath. He pushed in, slow and big, breaching him so perfectly. Toby’s eyes rolled back and his breath caught in his throat as Gideon slid inside him. “Oh fuck, Toby,” Gideon bit out. “You feel so good.” Toby had trouble catching his breath. Gideon was too big, too much, and— “Breathe,” Gideon murmured. He leaned down over Toby’s back and kissed his spine. “Breathe.” Toby exhaled slowly and inhaled, relaxing his shoulders as he did. Gideon kissed his shoulder blade, his spine, licking and nipping the skin as his fingers dug into his hips, his cock pushing into the hilt. Then he leaned back and changed the angle. “Oh, holy fuck,” Toby cried. Gideon slid out and back in...

“God, you feel so good,” Gideon grunted as he fucked him. “You take it so well.” Then, gripping Toby’s shoulder, he pulled him up onto his knees and slid his arm around Toby’s chest, holding him against him, fucking him like that. Toby’s head fell back onto Gideon’s shoulder. He felt split open and so very full; Gideon was balls deep inside him like this. And when Gideon’s hand wrapped around Toby’s cock, he cried out, almost sobbing. He was so close, yet so impossibly far. Gideon had Toby on the brink. “Need you to come,” Gideon said, his voice rough in Toby’s ear. As if Toby’s body obeyed Gideon’s command, his balls drew up, orgasm coiled tight, and with a few more strokes, he tumbled over the edge. Gideon held his hip...

Gideon wasn’t done. He pushed Toby’s shoulder down to the mattress, hitched Toby’s arse up, and plowed into him. Relentless and deep, he fucked him, and Toby took it all. He loved it. He wanted this forever. To be owned so completely, just like this. He was Gideon’s. And then Gideon slammed into him one more time, fingers digging into Toby’s hips, and he shuddered. His cock surged and twitched, filling the condom inside him with a loud groan. Toby smiled into the mattress. “Fuck yes.” Gideon collapsed on top of him, not moving except for ragged breaths and soft kisses on the nape of Toby’s neck. “You okay?” he murmured, his voice rough. Toby chuckled. “I’ve never been better.” Toby could feel Gideon smile against his shoulder, followed by a soft ki...

Toby was nervous taking Gideon to bed. They’d agreed that Toby would top tonight, and with that came pressure. He wanted to do Gideon right. He wanted to make Gideon feel so good he never came down. He wanted to show Gideon how he should have been loved all this time. So when they fell into bed, Toby took his sweet time going over every inch of Gideon’s body. He massaged, he caressed, he kissed. He had Gideon strung so tight, so ready, the poor guy was a mumbling, pleading mess.

Toby had every intention of taking Gideon hard. Fucking him as hard as Gideon had fucked him. He wanted Gideon to feel it for a day or two, to remember. He wanted Gideon to see flashes of their fucking every time he moved. But when it came time to push inside him, it didn’t feel right to be hard and rough. So he took him slow. Face to face, with Gideon’s knees up near his chest and Toby’s arms under Gideon, holding him, watching in his eyes when he pushed in deep. The flicker of pain turned to pleasure, the way his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened, neck strained. And Gideon held him so tight, his arms wrapped around him. They kissed, slow and tender, tongues tangled as Toby took him slow and sure. They were making love.

Toby closed his eyes so Gideon couldn’t see the raw honesty, even though it was in his touch, in the way he took him deep and rolled his hips. But Gideon took Toby’s face in his hands, making their eyes meet. “Look at me.” There was no hiding. There was no way Gideon couldn’t see it. And maybe Toby’s heart dared to hope, that he saw the emotions in Gideon’s eyes staring back at him. And all the things he wanted to say, all the things he’d been feeling were on the tip of his tongue. Before Toby could say something stupid, he crashed his mouth to Gideon’s, kissing him. Clashing teeth and tongues, and Toby thrust his tongue in time with his cock, and he swallowed down Gideon’s moans. Then his moans became soft whining,...

Gideon’s cock spurted thick strands of come between them, his arse clenched around Toby’s cock, milking the orgasm from him. He thrust in hard, once, twice, and tripped over the edge. They collapsed in each other’s arms, sated, sweaty. Smiling. And for all the effort Toby had put into hiding his true feelings, he’d well and truly crossed the line tonight. There was no hiding it now. There was no way Gideon couldn’t not know. As if reading his mind, Gideon put...