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  “Do we need the condom?” Cal asked, color blooming on his cheeks. “We’ve both been tested.”

  Gideon stared down at Cal, like he was reading his mind, like he knew what Cal was really asking. Cal didn’t even really know what he was asking. He just knew he wanted more, wanted to feel more connected to Gideon, and Cal was asking if Gideon wanted that too.

  “Yes, tonight, we need the condom,” Gideon finally said. “Not because I don’t want to be with you that way but because these condoms are lubricated and I haven’t been inside you in weeks. It will be more comfortable for you.”

  Cal looked away but nodded. He didn’t really believe Gideon, but he didn’t want to think about that now. So what if Gideon didn’t want that with Cal? They were temporary. Cal’s chest went tight.

  “Hey, get out of your head and back here with me where you belong. Please don’t read anything more into it than what I just said. I won’t lie to you.”

  Cal nodded.

  “Do you ever finger yourself?” Gideon asked, tone as casual as if he was asking about the weather.

  Cal flushed, heat spreading throughout his body. “What?”

  “You heard me,” he said, slipping out of his dress shirt and hanging it over the office chair.

  Gideon was so beautiful. Dark hair dusted the sculpted muscles of his chest and abs, disappearing below his black pants. Cal’s gaze locked on Gideon’s obvious arousal. Cal had forgotten how huge Gideon was. He stuck his hands in his pockets, pacing the end of the bed, brow arched as he waited for an answer.

  “Yeah,” Cal muttered. “Sometimes.”

  “Is that how you answer my questions?” Gideon asked, tone sharp.

  “No, Daddy.”

  “So, answer me correctly. Do you ever finger yourself?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good boy. I want you to take the lube and get yourself ready for me.”

  Warmth bloomed across Cal’s whole body. He swallowed hard, hands shaking as he poured the lube on his fingers, bending his legs at the knee so he could reach. It was a little awkward, both the position and having Gideon watch his finger circling his entrance before pushing inside. He hissed at the invasion, freezing as he forced himself to relax.

  Gideon crawled on the bed, kneeling between Cal’s spread legs, pushing his legs upwards. “Fuck you’re so beautiful,” Gideon murmured.

  Cal felt his body relax. He closed his eyes, arching his back, probing his hole and letting himself rock back onto his finger.

  “Another.” Cal whimpered as he slid his finger out before pressing back in with two. “That’s it, loosen that tight hole for Daddy. I want to be able to slide right in.”

  Cal couldn’t imagine Gideon sliding right into anything. He was so big, but Cal was desperate to feel him inside him again, to feel him filling him up until it was impossible to think about anything but the two of them. “Oh, fuck. I’m ready. Please.”

  Gideon chuckled, his thumb stroking the insides of Cal’s knees. “I’ll decide when you’re ready. You’re not even close.”

  Cal whined, a little sob escaping as his eyelids fluttered closed and he worked himself faster, moaning each time the pads of his fingers pressed against his prostate. Could he come just from this alone? He was so turned on already.

  His eyes flew open as a third finger began to tease the rim of his hole, not pushing inside but just playing, massaging. Gideon applied more lube to Cal’s fingers and his own, wrapping his fist around Cal’s cock even as he pushed his finger in with Cal’s. He gasped at the fullness, unable to stop the panicked noises falling from his lips.

  “Shh, you’re alright. Just relax. Relax and let me in. I know you can take it. Just breathe, baby.”

  Why was that so hot? Shouldn’t Cal hate that Gideon thought he knew Cal’s body better than he did? But he didn’t hate it. He loved that he didn’t have to think about anything, didn’t have to worry. Gideon was there, and he was in charge, and that meant it would all be okay. At least, here in Gideon’s bed, everything would always be okay.

  After a moment, his body relented. Gideon pulled Cal’s fingers free, replacing them with three of his own. Cal’s eyes rolled in pleasure. “See, look at you, taking three fingers. So good for me. Do you like that, dirty boy?”

  Cal moaned. “Yes, Daddy. Oh, fuck. Yes.”

  Gideon pumped Cal’s cock with tight, steady strokes, his thumb swiping over the head of Cal’s length in a way that made his whole body shiver and sparks of light flash behind his eyelids. “Oh, god. Please, Daddy. I’m ready. I swear it.”

  Gideon slipped free of Cal long enough to strip off his clothing and put on the condom before sitting beside Cal on the bed, his back to the pillows. “Come here.”

  Cal got up on his knees, not sure what Gideon asked. Cal watched Gideon coat his cock with lube before crooking his finger. Cal’s eyes went wide. Gideon wanted him on top. He bit the inside of his cheek before straddling Gideon’s thighs. From this angle, with Cal on his knees, he was looking down on Gideon. They were so close. It was much more intimate than anything Cal had ever experienced before. Gideon pulled him down for a dirty kiss and Cal gasped into his open mouth at the feel of the blunt tip of Gideon’s cock pressed against his hole.

  Cal tried to sink down onto Gideon, but his body seized at the invasion. He cried out and froze. A fine sweat broke out over his body, and he whimpered, looking down at Gideon, panicked. He clung to him, burying his face against Gideon’s throat. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

  “Sorry for what? I told you, no rushing, no games. Just give your body a moment to relax. We’ve done this before, remember? Right here. You were so beautiful, so perfect, sitting in my lap, just like now. My perfect boy. Just relax. We’ve got all night.”

  Gideon bit Cal’s earlobe, his tongue doing something that made goosebumps erupt along Cal’s whole body. Gideon’s lips explored Cal’s throat and shoulder, his fingers teasing at Cal’s nipples. As he played, he rocked his hips beneath Cal, taking him in increments until he was fully seated within. “Color,” Gideon murmured, wrapping his arms around Cal’s waist.

  “Green, Daddy,” Cal managed, feeling breathless and shivery, like his whole body was on fire.

  Gideon pulled almost all the way out before thrusting up with enough force to drive the wind from Cal’s lungs. The burning was now only a familiar ache, and each time Gideon drove into him, it was a shocky pleasure-pain that forced the breath from Cal’s lungs and made him cling to Gideon like a lifeline. He shifted beneath Cal, changing the angle, and suddenly, Cal was moaning, his cock leaking with each thrust. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered against Gideon’s lips. “Oh, God. What are you doing to me?”

  Gideon ignored Cal’s question, once more wrapping his hand around Cal’s cock, driving up into his body as he jerked him in his slick fist. “Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” Gideon muttered.

  Was he? He didn’t feel tight, not anymore. Everything felt loose, his body, his thoughts. He couldn’t think. Gideon was filling him up so deep, and Cal could only dig his nails into Gideon’s shoulders as pleasure overwhelmed him, causing him to try to fuck into Gideon’s fist faster. “Please can I come, Daddy? Please? Oh, please?” he sobbed.

  “Not yet,” Gideon growled.

  Tears trailed down Cal’s cheeks as he tried to force his body to deny every instinct and obey his Daddy. He didn’t want to be disobedient but this was one command he wasn’t sure his body would obey. It felt too good. Gideon felt so, so good inside him and his hand was working him just right. Gideon made a guttural animal noise as he dragged Cal’s hips down to meet his forceful thrusts once, twice, and then he bit down hard on Cal’s shoulder as he ground his cock inside him, his whole body shuddering as he came.

  He collapsed back against the headboard, his gaze hot enough to melt Cal into a puddle. “Now, you can come,” Gideon said. “Come for Daddy, baby. Let me see you fall apart.”

  Two more strokes from Gideon’s tightened fist and Cal’s or
gasm hit him like a tidal wave, startling a cry from him as he came hard, his release spilling over Gideon’s fist onto his belly. He kept working him until nothing remained, until it was almost painful. As soon as Gideon released him, Cal collapsed on top of him. His head on his shoulder. “Wow.”

  Gideon chuckled. “Wow, indeed.”

  When Gideon shifted, Cal clung to him. “No, not yet. I hate this part.”

  Gideon laughed once more, swatting Cal’s backside playfully. “Too bad. Let me get rid of this condom.”

  Cal sighed, letting Gideon carefully lift him off. Cal flopped onto the mattress dramatically, earning an eye roll from Gideon. When he returned to bed, Cal snuggled up under his chin. He didn’t ask if it was okay. He needed to be close to Gideon, needed to know this wasn’t just sex…even if it was.

  “Are you okay?” Gideon asked, pushing at Cal so he could see his sensor was still attached and undamaged.

  “I’m fine. Really.”

  “Okay. Do you have homework to catch up on?”

  Cal shook his head. “I did it in the hospital. I had lots of time on my hands.”

  “Excellent. Good boy. Tomorrow, it’s back to school for both of us, but tonight, let’s order in and watch something on television. Okay?”

  “Okay.” Something occurred to Cal then. “Where’s Alexa?”

  “Des is going to bring her back over tonight. I didn’t want to overwhelm you until we had a chance to talk and discuss your responsibilities.”

  Cal laughed. “Are you giving me a chore list, Daddy?”

  Gideon clenched Cal’s hair, tugging it back. “Oh, absolutely. We all have responsibilities around here, and the rules will be enforced. Failure to follow Daddy’s rules will result in punishment.”

  “So, I only get punished if I don’t follow the rules?” Cal said, unable to hide his disappointment.

  “Oh, no. That’s not how this works. You’ll be punished daily as a reminder that I am the head of this household. Failure to follow Daddy’s rules will result in more…imaginative punishments. Do you understand?”

  Cal swallowed hard. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good boy. Now, what do you feel like having for dinner?”

  “A bucket of pasta,” Cal said dreamily.

  “No.”

  “A huge bag of candy from Sloane’s?” Cal asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

  “Nice try. I’ll grab the takeout menus, and we’ll both find something not likely to send you back to the hospital.”

  Cal sighed, feigning sadness. “Yes, Daddy.”

  It was ten-thirty when Des arrived to deliver Cal’s canine companion. The moment Gideon opened the door, Cal dropped to his knees and called the dog who bolted to the boy, knocking him to the floor and licking his face like they were long lost friends. Cal giggled in delight. The musical sound did funny things to Gideon’s insides. He hadn’t seen the boy genuinely happy since their very first night together where they’d eaten cold noodles naked in Gideon’s bed.

  Des entered, still in his pale blue scrubs. “Sorry, I’m late, man. We had an emergency. A boa constrictor named Baby ate an entire bath towel.”

  Cal glanced up, eyes wide, but didn’t get up off the floor. He just laid there and let the dog nuzzle him.

  “Come on in,” Gideon said, stepping aside. “Desmond, this is Callum. Callum, this is my friend, Des.”

  Cal sat up, not seeming to mind at all when the pit bull plopped her whole self in his lap. “You have friends?” he asked, smirking.

  “Leo has one friend. Me,” Des said, laughing at Gideon.

  “Leo?” Cal snorted, eyes lighting up.

  Gideon rolled his eyes. To Des, he said, “Want a beer?”

  Des narrowed his eyes at him. “I don’t know, man. Is it that fancy pants ale shit or real beer?”

  “It’s Guinness, dick,” Gideon said.

  “In that case…” Des headed towards the kitchen to help himself to the contents of the fridge. He snagged two beers, handing one to Gideon as if he were the guest and not Des.

  “Can I have a beer too, Leo?” Cal asked, making eyes at Gideon.

  “No, you can take that mongrel and go brush your teeth. Then you can check your sugar and go to bed. You have to be back at school tomorrow.”

  “You get that I’m an adult, right?” Cal pouted, arm looped around Alexa’s neck. Gideon didn’t respond, simply hooked a brow upwards, giving Cal a look. “Ugh. Fine,” Cal grumped before stomping his way into the bathroom.

  When Gideon turned to Des, his beer was paused halfway to his lips. “Man, you are one kinky motherfucker. This shit really gets you off, huh?”

  Gideon’s brows rose. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Des made a noise of disbelief. “Yeah, sure.”

  Once they were seated outside, feet propped up on the railing, Des asked, “Seriously, what’s the deal with you and the toddler in there?”

  “Don’t call him that. He’s almost twenty,” Gideon said. “What do you mean, what’s the deal?”

  “I mean you clearly aren’t fostering that kid. This is another one of these dom/sub relationships, only this time—what?—you’re going to play Grant’s part?”

  Anger flared, sending Gideon’s heart rate through the roof. “That’s not what this is about.”

  Des didn’t look directly at him, just cut his eyes in his direction. “You’re not having sex with that boy?”

  “He’s an adult,” Gideon said through gritted teeth.

  Des rubbed a hand over his face, scratching at the scruff on his chin like he’d forgotten it was there. “Why are you doing this, man? After everything that happened with Grant…why would you then try to become him?”

  “I said, it’s not like that,” Gideon growled. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “That’s bullshit, man. I’ve been there for all of it. We both did what we had to do to survive our parents and get the fuck out of the projects, and now, you want to risk it all to become the thing you came to hate?”

  Gideon gripped his beer with white knuckles. “That’s not what this is. I’m nothing like Grant was. You’re just making assumptions. I didn’t even know Cal went to my school when we met.”

  Des rocketed forward. “Wait? He’s a student? Christ, is he one of your undergrad students? This is exactly like Grant. He was your professor and now, you’re Cal’s?”

  “No. He’s a student…at the other school,” Gideon said, staring out at the city skyline.

  Des frowned. “The other… The high school?” he shouted.

  “Keep your voice down,” Gideon snapped, gazing towards the sliding glass doors. “Yes, he’s one of my Roosevelt students, which means in four weeks neither of us will be affiliated with that school.”

  “Bullshit. You’ll still have Grant’s seat on the board, and if the college finds out you slept with a high school student, you could be terminated.”

  Gideon scoffed. “I’m a tenured professor. I could kill somebody and they couldn’t fire me.”

  “Look, I’m your friend, but do you get the line you’re crossing? This isn’t like you.”

  Gideon grunted. “We were involved before either of us knew about the school. Besides, I am not the aggressor here. When he realized who I was, he tried to blackmail me into keeping our arrangement. It didn’t work, not really. I wanted him, too.”

  Des shook his head. “So, blackmail is the basis of your arrangement? That’s what you’re going with?”

  Gideon’s patience was wearing thin. He had no idea what was happening between them. He wasn’t pretending he did. But he wasn’t willing to let Cal go. He wasn’t. No matter what that meant. No matter how broken they both became from it. “I don’t know how many different ways I can say this. It’s nothing like what happened between Grant and I. I can’t explain it, but what we have is mutually beneficial to us both. It’s not a permanent thing. We agreed to a six week arrangement.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. They had ag
reed to that initially.

  Des took a swig of his beer. “And then it’s over?”

  Something twisted behind Gideon’s ribcage. “And then we’ll…re-evaluate.”

  “Has it occurred to you that this kid is hustling you?” Des asked.

  Gideon’s nostrils flared. “Is that what you think I did to Grant? Hustled him? Why can’t two adults find an arrangement that benefits them both? He needs discipline and structure. He needs rules. He needs money. I need to be able to give those things to somebody. It’s the only way I can…connect. What’s wrong with that?”

  “You’re trying to tell me that this is just you being this boy’s sugar daddy? It’s just an exchange of money for sex? You are fooling yourself, bro.”

  “That’s not—” Gideon cut himself off. “Look, you are my oldest and only friend. I get that you’re trying to help me here, but you don’t know what you’re talking about. I…I care about Cal. He needs me right now, and I need somebody to need me.”

  Des stared at him for a long while. “You spent fifteen years with Grant. In the end, you were miserable.”

  “I’m nothing like Grant,” Gideon snapped.

  Des didn’t understand. He couldn’t. Gideon had never truly been submissive. He’d forced himself to become submissive because it’s what Grant needed, and Gideon would have ripped himself to pieces to give Grant what he wanted because he loved him. Because he wanted to be him. He wasn’t trying to steal Cal’s free will. Grant believed that a submissive could only truly show love by giving their lives over to their dominant partner, to submit to their will in all things. And Gideon had done just that. He’d made himself small, again and again, so that Grant could feel big, but that was not what he was trying to do with Callum.

  “I wasn’t trying to upset you, but I come here and I see you living with a nineteen-year-old and allowing a dog into your house. A dog. You hate dogs.”

  “Grant hated dogs.”

  “You once said you’d rather have a cobra living in your house than a dog.”