“Of course you do,” Zane didn’t even sound surprised. “Tell you what, if you win, I’ll run for you. You can hunt me down and fuck me in the dirt to your heart's content. I’ll even resist all through it. I know you like that shit.”
He did.
He really, really did.
“It’s probably the D’vitar in you,” Zane added.
“Did your research, have you?”
“If I win, we head back to the house, I bandage your wound, and then,” he rolled his thumb over Pavel’s cockhead, “you get to do anything you want to me—Anything that involves you keeping that injury out of the water.”
Pavel tried to find the hidden trap, certain there was something he was missing, but it was hard to think with Zane’s hand jerking him off. “What’s the catch?”
“I am.” The delectable doctor smirked. “Why? Are you saying you’re no longer interested? If I’m not good enough incentive—”
“You’ll let me do whatever I want to you?” he asked. “Anything?”
“That’s the deal.” Zane shrugged like it didn’t matter one way or the other to him. “If you take it, that is.”
There were so many things he wanted to do to the other man, but there was one in particular heneededto do.
“You don’t even want me to tell you what I’ll have you doing?” Pavel found that strange. “Your terms are interesting, gorgeous. It’s making it hard for me to guess if you want to win or if you’d rather lose. I mean, with that prize, even if you do win, aren’t you really just losing anyway?”
“I didn’t take you for the type to consider himself a poor lover,” he countered. “What? Don’t you think you can satisfy me if I win?”
“You’re assuming whatever I do with you will result in you getting to come.”
Zane snorted. “Naturally.”
“What if it doesn’t?” Pavel flicked his hips against Zane’s hand, unable to help himself. “What if I decide to edge you all day, well into the night?”
“A deal’s a deal.”
“Really?”
“I’ve never broken my word to anyone before either, Hart. I don’t intend to start now.”
“You want to tend to my wound that badly? Why? Worried if something happens to me, you’ll be stranded here?”
“Something like that.” Zane stopped his motions, holding Pavel’s cock in his palm. “So? We doing this, or what?”
He more than liked him. Hecared.It took all of Pavel’s willpower not to tip off the other guy, not to blurt that truth out with pride and elation. Zane would be scared off if he did. He’d pull away and deny it. Deny his feelings.
But Pavel saw through him.
Zane Solace didn’t do anything that didn’t benefit himself. If he was willing to hand over that type of power, willing to make a deal wherein Pavel took control, he had to be really worried about the bullet wound.
He had to believe giving up his autonomy for a day was worth getting to patch Pavel up in return.
Pavel nodded eagerly. “Yes. We’re—What are you doing?”
Zane had dropped to his knees. “Already forgetting the rules? You ask, ‘Doctor, may I...’. If my answer is yes, I’ll hum. If it’s no, I won’t. Simple enough, don’t you think?”
“I—Good Light!” Pavel hissed as Zane leaned forward and swallowed his cock, taking it all the way to the back of his throat with little effort. He started to bob on him, movements measured, eyes lifting as though to silently ask why Pavel wasn’t starting as well. He rested his head back against the wall and growled, “Doctor, may I touch you?”
Zane took him in deep and hummed, the vibrations sending tingles of electricity skittering down Pavel’s shaft straight to his balls.
He threaded his fingers through his bashert’s dark brown hair, relishing in the soft feel of it even as Zane’s tongue traced the throbbing vein at the bottom of his shaft. Was that meant to be a reward for playing along? This game of permission was…interesting.
