“Almost doesn’t count,” he whispered, circling Scar slowly.
He came up behind Scar and pressed him into the wall. His exhale rushed out him before he turned and slid his arms around his waist.
Scar’s mouth was on his, hard and messy.
He kissed back with the same amount of energy, moving his hands up and down the soft material of Scar’s sweater.
“I want you,” he moaned against Scar’s mouth, honest and shaking. “So much.”
“I want you too,” Scar said roughly.
Gage confessed the one thing that’d been on his mind for weeks. “I want to satisfy you. I keep thinking about it. I keep…worrying that…you know…”
Scar touched his forehead to his.
“Gage, I’m okay if we don’t…have sex.” Scar swallowed. “I’m not doing that to you. I’m not letting you compromise what you believe, for me.”
Gage pulled back.
“Where is this coming from?” he asked softly. “You don’t want me?”
Scar’s breath hitched as he reached for Gage’s hand and laced their fingers together.
“No,” he said firmly. “It’s not that. It’s…”
Gage’s heart thudded, confused, hurt.
Scar tugged him. “Come on. We need to go.”
“Go where?”
Scar stroked his thumb over his knuckles. “Home.”
White Ravens
Scar
Scar walked Gage down their hall with his hand on his lower back.
He knew Gage could feel something was off by the way he kept turning toward him, and he was right.
Things had changed.
Roz’s words kept replaying in his head. Honor his beliefs. Don’t make him compromise no matter what.
Gage had been willing to give him all of himself. The most beautiful parts of him. And Scar was about to be a selfish bastard and take it.
Roz was right, he’d always been a taker. Taking didn’t require patience, control, care…or love.
He didn’t want to be that man anymore. It’s why he’d become a Raven. It was time he gave back. It was time he gave Gage the best he had.
He stopped at Gage’s door.
“Do you wanna come in?”
Scar’s chest thudded.
He wanted to say yes so badly his throat tightened.
