Joe looked as if he wouldn’t hesitate to turn Scott over his lap and spank him where they stood. Scott’s knees trembled at the prospect, but he couldn’t deny that it also made his cock harder than ever.
Joe took his hand away from Scott’s mouth, but only so he could rub his thumb over the heated skin along Scott’s cheek bone.
“I like making you blush.”
Of course, that only made Scott’s face get hotter than ever.
“I…you said I should w-wear a tie,” Scott blurted out.
“And you’re a very good boy for doing as you’re told.” Joe calmly straightened the knot in his tie.
Scott stared at Joe’s neck. He’d have put money on Joe not even owning a tie, let alone an entire suit, but this evening Joe could easily have passed for an up-market business man. There was no hint of the bartender about him except, maybe, in his eyes. Scott risked a glance up.
Yes, Joe’s eyes still promised that he wasn’t someone who’d back down from anything or anyone—that he was the kind of guy who didn’t merely screw someone, but who took possession of the people he had sex with, body and soul.
Scott shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Even if there was nothing kinky about a man straightening his date’s tie, it was still an intimate thing to be seen doing on the street.
“Are you out to everyone in your life?” Joe suddenly enquired.
Scott frowned, wondering if he had missed an entire segment of the conversation. “Yes.”
“Good, so you can stop looking like you’re ashamed to be seen with me.”
Scott opened his mouth. No words happened. He closed his mouth, then tried again. “I’m n-not ashamed of you! I j-j-just…”
Joe raised an eyebrow. He obviously expected Scott to finish the sentence, so it was a pity that Scott had no idea how to do that. Scott looked down for a moment. When he lifted his gaze, he squared his shoulders. “J-just nothing,” he finished. “I’m not ashamed of you and I n-never could be. There’s nothing else to s-s-say.”
Joe nodded. Approval shone in his eyes. “That’s better.” He tucked a knuckle under Scott’s chin and held him still as he dipped his head and brought their lips together. The kiss wasbrief and sweet. Only the way that Joe nipped at Scott’s bottom lip reminded him that, suit or no suit, Joe was still all dom.
When he pulled back, Joe took Scott’s hand in a firm grip and led him across the street toward an expensive looking restaurant.
Scott was more than willing to follow Joe wherever he wanted to go, but he couldn’t help but let out a mental sigh as he took in a few more details of their destination.
It was one of those places where he couldn’t afford anything on the menu, and while his credit card could probably help him disguise that fact, it wouldn’t be any help in finding something that looked both recognisable and edible. It was going to be all frogs’ legs and fish spawn. His stomach turned over at the thought
Forcing a smile onto his lips, determined to keep it there no matter what, Scott stepped into the restaurant at Joe’s side.
“We have a reservation for two under the name Joseph Stuart,” Joe said briskly.
A snooty looking maître d’ ran a manicured fingertip down a list of bookings propped up on a small podium just inside the entrance. “Yes, indeed. Mr Stuart.” He made a quick notation on the list. “If you’ll follow me.”
He hurried them toward a small table tucked away in the furthest corner of the restaurant, as if he wanted to make sure as few people as possible noticed the presence of two working class gay guys in his establishment.
Joe pulled Scott’s chair out before Scott had a chance to do it himself. He knew he should protest at being treated like a girl, but he couldn’t seem to bring the words to his lips—being fussed over by Joe felt too good. Even as he blushed, Scott felt his smile become more genuine.
Joe didn’t speak as he took the seat opposite Scott. Menus handed over, the maître d’ strode away. Scott had hoped thatthe friendly, if rather sexually charged, atmosphere that had extended over their previous dates would return now that they were alone, but it didn’t.
Joe looked just as tense as Scott felt. His shoulder muscles were all bunched up beneath his jacket. Scott cleared his throat and he tore his gaze away from Joe’s body before he made himself even more flustered. He opened the menu and peered at the starters on the first page.
“Do you see anything you like?” Joe asked after a few moments.
Scott took a deep breath. He didn’t see a damn thing that he’d willingly pick for himself. When inspiration struck, it was manna from heaven. Joe liked making his decisions for him, didn’t he?
“M-maybe you should o-order for both of us?”
Their gazes met across the table.
Joe’s eyes narrowed. “I’m going to ask you a question. Don’t think about the answer, just tell me the first thing that comes into your head.”
