“You okay?”
“Do it, baby,” Gideon said.
“You’ve been calling me baby a lot.” Mac kissed Gideon’s neck.
“I know.”
Mac eased himself inside his ass. Gideon mashed his lips shut and grunted. Mac kissed his shoulder in support. He kept going.
Gideon felt whole, but uneasy. It was a new sensation his body was trying to process. He didn’t stop Mac. He pulled out slowly, then slid back in.
Don’t think. Just feel.
Oh that Gideon. He has a dick in his ass.The whispers! Gideon focused all his mental power on blocking them out. He stared up at Mac, sweat dripping down his cheeks. Their feelings were stronger than stupid gossip.
Stay in the moment.
“Stay with me.” Mac cupped Gideon’s chin and directed him to look into Mac’s eyes.
That shut up every whisper.
Gideon’s grunting turned to moaning. His mind was dizzy with the thickness filling him up. There was dick inside me. Just thinking about it drove him wild. The more wrong it sounded, the more right it felt, like all of life’s best things.
The added pressure made his own cock harder. Mac ran his fingers through Gideon’s hair. His breath danced on his neck. Gideon was taken over by Mac. His dick rubbed against Mac’s tight stomach.
Golden rays of setting sun spliced through the blinds, giving them a magic glow. Mac pumped into Gideon’s ass with passion and strength. His hands traveled up Gideon’s sweaty chest and flicked his nipples.
And then that intense feeling Mac had told him about in their apartment, the feeling of knowing you’re about to come while getting fucked, overtook Gideon. His whole body shook with anticipation as it built and built. His body tried to clench, but couldn’t because of Mac’s cock. He was powerless against his orgasm ravaging through him. Fucking powerless. It was wonderful. Mac fucked him harder, grunting into his ear. Gideon’s body was defenseless. He surrendered to the moment. His legs were about to give out. Every muscle in him spasmed. Mac held him tighter, sensing he was close.
“You’re gonna come for me?”
“Baby, I am.”
Mac slammed into him in deep thrusts. Gideon’s body shook like it was getting electrocuted. He was going to yell so loud that everyone in the hotel would hear them. But Gideon still had some modesty. He bit into his arm as he shot hot white streaks against his stomach. He thought he might have lost consciousness for a few seconds.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
“Intense, right?”
“Holy shit.” It would take him a few moments to regain speech and motor functions.
Mac fucked him in speedy hits as he raced to orgasm. He doubled over as he came inside Gideon. When he was finished, he collapsed onto the bed.
“So how was it?” Mac asked with a curious smile. He kissed Gideon’s shoulder and rubbed his chest.
Words and Gideon were not on the same wavelength. He was still catching his breath.
“Gideon?”
His mind was mush with afterglow, but he managed to say something.
“I’m gay. I’m really, really gay.”
CHAPTER twenty-three
Mac
Mac dreamt about Aunt Rita. He imagined her resting happily in heaven. She peeked through the clouds at her funeral. As Mac looked up, she winked at him. It was going to be okay, he thought the wink meant. But then Gideon wrapped his arms around him, and Aunt Rita winked again.
