“I love you,” Landon blurted as Gregory pulled up to the valet stand.
Gregory looked at him and smiled, squeezing his hand. “I love you.”
The valet opened the passenger door and Landon stepped out, joining Gregory on the curb and following him into an elevator. They rode together in silence, their bodies pressed together, arms twined. The doors slid open and they met a hostess who offered them a warm smile.
“Gregory Douglas,” Gregory told her, “for two.”
She scanned down her list and looked up as she found their reservation. “Right this way.”
She led them through a noisy bar onto a rooftop patio, lit with string lights and fire pits. The furniture was all plush and comfortable, and intimate. She navigated around the other parties until she reached a small table tucked into the corner with a high-backed, two person couch for seating.
Gregory held his hand out and Landon slid onto the cushions. Gregory joined him, pushing their arms together.
“This place is something,” Landon breathed out, looking up at the twinkling lights and, beyond that, a few bright stars that outshined the lights of the city.
“Yeah,” Gregory agreed, staring at Landon, not the sky.
Landon looked down at him and smiled, then leaned in and pressed their mouths together in a quick kiss.
“I feel like a kid again. Fumbling around and trying to impress you,” Landon admitted.
“You impress me.”
Gregory slid his palm up Landon’s chest and settled it around his throat. His thumb and finger rubbed at the hollow there and Landon angled his head up, making his neck more available for Gregory’s hold.
“I’m going to get you a collar,” Gregory said, his voice full of promise.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Gregory squeezed gently, then loosened his hold. “It’s gonna be steel, and it will lock.”
Landon whimpered.
“Do you like the idea of that? Of being locked?" Gregory leaned close and dusted his lips across Landon’s mouth. “Of being utterly and completely mine?”
“Yes, Sir.” Landon breathed the words in Gregory’s mouth, his own promise.
He was distracted by the sound of someone clearing their throat from across the table. Gregory glanced that way from the corner of his eye, keeping his lips near Landon’s.
“Drinks?” their poor waiter asked.
“Cabernet. A bottle. Two rib-eyes, medium rare,” Gregory told him, turning his attention back to Landon.
The waiter left and returned quickly, uncorking a bottle of wine and leaving it on the table. Gregory pulled his attention from Landon long enough to try the vintage and approve it, but then he was back in Landon’s space.
Gregory pressed a tender kiss against the corner of Landon’s mouth, then smiled and shifted his weight so there was space between them. Landon mourned the absence, but mirrored Gregory’s positioning. Gregory slid Landon’s wine to him, and Landon clutched the stem, taking an appreciative sip.
“You know,” Gregory started, “I was going to spend this entire meal telling you about every single thing I was going to do to you in front of my friends tomorrow night.”
Landon took a large swallow of wine, his cock pressing at the confines of his jeans.
“But I’ve thought about it, and I think it’s going to be a surprise.”
Landon gritted his teeth together and took another drink.
“Does that bother you, boy?” Gregory asked with a raised eyebrow and a stern tone in his voice.
“I don’t like the anticipation,” Landon bit out.
