To the Moon and Back

by N.R. Walker

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.”