Dark
of the Night
Gideon stood in the dark, staring at
Dominic’s naked back as he slept. Lean,
olive-skinned, and oh-so-beautiful. His
lover trusted him. Believed in him. Earlier tonight, he’d betrayed that
trust. He had left his late business
meeting and ended up at his old haunt, dancing and drinking like he had before
he’d committed his life, his future, to the man before him. He had allowed another man to touch him, kiss
him, suck his cock in the darkened hallway.
Less than ten feet away, another couple groped and gasped in
pleasure. So fucking sordid.
Dominic had blue-black hair and deep blue
eyes. His body was sculpted,
stunning. He was an engineer. He worked hard and he loved hard. Completely.
Two years older, a lifetime more mature than the man he claimed for his
own.
Gideon was restless and ashamed, knowing
he’d jeopardized the best part of his world.
He stripped quietly in the huge bathroom. Stepped into the shower to scrub his body of smoke
and cologne. Drying, he moved into the
bedroom, their bedroom, and watched the steady breathing of the only man who
had ever valued him as a person. Not for
his money, his cock, or his connections.
Just him. Flaws and all.
Lifting his head groggily, Dominic
smiled. Bright white teeth in a sensually
full mouth. “Hey. Missed you.”
Saying nothing because he was afraid,
Gideon pushed at his lover’s hip, urging him to his back. Clenching hard thighs, he lowered his head to
plant urgent kisses along his hips. “Gideon. What is it?”
So perceptive. Fuck. “I want to love you. Please…”
He filled his mouth with the wide crest of Dominic’s cock, needing to
stop the words so close to being said.
His lover gasped, hips arching, as Gideon wasted no time taking him
deep. Like silk over steel, tasting
slightly of salt and Dominic’s personal flavor.
Needing him deeper; needing the taste of him to erase the flavor of the
nameless stranger; needing the sounds of this man’s pleasure to obliterate the
memory of his own cry of release echoing down a dark, dirty hallway.
Strong fingers massaged into his scalp. “Gideon…yes, baby.” His hips rocked slowly, fucking between his
lips and Gideon urged him to go harder, wanting an edge of pain to punish him
for his selfishness. He flattened his
tongue, taking the head to the back of his throat, trying to swallow him
whole. Dominic held him back. He would never hurt him, never allow him to
be hurt. He put Gideon’s needs and
pleasure above his own, always.
Refusing to yield, he fought against the
restraining fingers in his hair and took Dominic hard, deep, fast. Another thrust. Another.
Tears in his eyes and still he took him, sucked him, begging silently
for forgiveness. Moving one hand to
knead the balls already drawing up, preparing for release. The other hand stroking up a chiseled stomach
to pinch a nipple.
“Gideon.
Fuck. You’re going to hurt yourself, baby. Careful…feels so good.” Words bled into
moans, Gideon could hear the air sawing in and out of his lover’s lungs. Felt the pounding of his heart beneath the
palm of his hand. “Can’t stop. Gideon!”
Heated jets erupted from the throbbing
head, coating the back of his throat. He
didn’t stop, couldn’t stop sucking hard and deep, swallowing greedily until he
knew Dominic had nothing left. Still, he
held him captive in the hot depths of his mouth. His
hands moved to wrap around narrow hips and a tight ass, knowing he’d made the
biggest mistake of his life tonight.
Fingers stroked through his dark blond
hair, soothing now. Blunt, manicured
nails traced his ears. Then, into the
pregnant silence, Dominic’s deep voice, still husky from release, “Tell
me. Whatever it is, we can get past
it. Tell me, Gideon. Don’t leave it between us.”
His face buried in his lover’s groin,
soaking him with his tears, his arms tight in desperation, he sobbed his
confession. Then no words, nothing but
the sound of hitching breath, his fear floating on the air as he waited for the
only person who had ever loved him unconditionally to decide his fate.
“I love you, Gideon. I can’t show you more than I have that I love
you. This is the only time I will ever
forgive you.” His upper body rose into
sitting position. “Turn on your stomach.”
He obeyed, gasping as Dominic settled
behind him, between his thighs. Coarse
hair rubbed against his ass, his lower back.
Fingers gripped his hair roughly, pain sizzled through his scalp. His lover had never taken him without
preparation. He treated Gideon’s body
like a temple.
Not tonight.
“Penance.
Atonement for allowing someone else to touch what is mine.
Do you understand?” Gideon’s nod
was minimal, the grip on his hair so tight.
“Restitution for the hurt you’ve caused me.” And then he thrust, burying himself in two
strokes to the hilt, the burning of the dry intrusion making him sob in pain,
in shame. “This…” Dominic thrust again, no gentleness, holding none of his
power in check, “is mine, Gideon.” Sliding his hand under them, he grasped Gideon’s
cock in a tight fist. “This is mine.
Others do not touch what is mine.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Dominic.”
He took him hard, so hard, and wouldn’t
let Gideon come. Pumping into him for ten
minutes, twenty…holding back his own release to punish the lover who had
betrayed him. Thirty minutes and his
last stroke the hardest, the deepest, as hot semen seemed to jet into his
heart. He lay on top of him, his heart thumping
wildly against Gideon’s back. “I’ll take
you again in the morning. For the
additional deception of sucking my cock out of guilt.” The pain in his voice was blatant.
“I love you,” Gideon whispered, his heart
in his throat.
A long silence. “I love you, too.” A heavy sigh filled with sadness and he was
pulling free of Gideon’s body. “Let’s
get cleaned up. I need sleep.” He stood beside the bed and held out his hand
to his deceptive lover.
Gideon took it.
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