Page 48 of Provoking the Punter

It wouldn’t be forever, so he needed to take his own advice and chill.

Chester ran his hands over Garrett’s chest. “Why don’t you pour us a drink, and I’ll have a look at the menu.”

He bit his lip. “I was kind of hoping you might want… that is, I want to try… I want you to fuck me.”

Chester studied him for a moment. Was it just sex for him? It was hard to tell because sometimes when Garrett looked at him, he wanted to trip and fall.

They were sharing stories.

Tales they hadn’t talked about in years.

History he hadn’t told anyone. Ever.

In those moments, it felt as though he held Garrett’s heart. Now Garrett was offering his ass. Was he actually offering his heart? Because Chester knew Garrett didn’t bottom with just anyone?

Chester smiled, but it felt forced. “There you are, rushing again.” He wasn’t rushing that. He didn’t want to scare him; he wanted Garrett to enjoy it. Chester wanted to enjoy it. “I have another idea.”

Garrett sighed, and Chester wasn’t sure if it was from relief or disappointment.

He brushed his lips over Garrett’s. “But let me be clear, I do want your ass tonight.”

He picked up the menu. The room key Garrett had given him was right where he’d left it. Next to it was the box with the bottle of gin and card inside. Not on display, but not hidden either, and Garrett was wearing the T-shirt he’d given him, which made Chester feel more than a little smug.

Garrett opened the fridge and pulled out glasses, ice and soda water. “I feel like you should be doing this.”

“I pour plenty of drinks at work, and it’s not as though you’re going to make it too strong.”

“True.” Garrett cracked open the bottle and poured a decent amount of the non-alcoholic gin into each glass before adding the ice and soda. “Chocolate?”

“Sure… Are you having one?”

“Dessert before dinner? Why not?”

Chester smiled. “Let’s order, but tell them we want it in an hour.”

“What are we doing for an hour?” He wasn’t freaking out, and there was a smile on his lips along with a flicker of heat and hope in his eyes.

“Having a pre-dinner snack.” He was going to anyway. He picked up his glass and took a sip.

“You’re going to need to be far more obvious, or I’m not able to guess.”

“You don’t need to guess. You can just enjoy.”

A flicker of concern bloomed in Garrett’s eyes.

Chester lifted an eyebrow. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah.” Garrett took a large swallow as though hoping to find a little courage at the bottom of his glass.

“Then give me your order, get naked, and go lie on the bed… face down.”

“And you told me not to rush.”

“I won’t be.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Do you want me to tell you what I plan to do?”

Garrett closed his eyes as he fought some internal battle.

He placed a hand on Garrett’s cheek, liking the roughness of stubble against his palm. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. If you want me to tell you, that’s fine.”

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