Page 32 of More than Need

Gideon pushed his hips back against Riley, and Riley rotated his hips, rubbing against him in a motion not dissimilar to what he wanted to do with their clothes off.

“Oh!” Gideon said suddenly. “I do have some?”

Riley gave Dawson’s bottom lip one last lick before shifting focus. “Memory suddenly returning?”

“They were a housewarming gift from Lucia.”

“Interesting gift from your ex-wife,” Riley said. Most people gave kitchen utensils or glasses. Random household items. In Riley’s case, a colouring book.

“Is this really what you want to talk about right now?” Gideon asked.

Riley turned Gideon in his arms and lifted his jumper and shirt up and over his head. Gideon helped, raising his arms.

“In the bathroom?” Riley asked, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Gideon’s sweats.

“Y-yes,” Gideon said, breath hitching. Dawson crowded behind him, hands on his hips, fingers brushing against Riley’s. Connecting them all.

“Good. Dawson needs a shower.”

“Are you trying to say I smell?” Dawson asked, frowning.

He smelled good, like a hard day’s work. That didn’t mean a shower wasn’t in order. Especially since Riley had plans to put his mouth all over him. “Have you had one since you finished work?”

“I came straight here. What’s your point?”

Riley fingered strands of Dawson’s hair, sun streaked and ruffled. It wasn’t slicked back like the last time Riley had seen it, instead falling free over his shaved sides. “We’re going to clean you first, and then we’re going to get dirty.”

“That’s the first good thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

Riley fisted Dawson’s hair and tugged his head back, nipping at his jaw. “Savour it.”

The bathroom wasn’t far since Gideon’s apartment hardly took up a lot of real estate.

Riley kissed the side of Gideon’s throat. “Take off your pants, get Dawson naked, and then start the shower.” He eyed said shower. A tight fit with three of them. Good thing he hadn’t planned to fuck anyone in there. Get clean and move it to the bedroom.

Gideon wriggled out of his pants hastily and then pulled at Dawson’s clothes. Dawson grinned, and instead of helping, he swooped down and claimed Gideon’s lips. Gideon’s stripping faltered, movements more erratic as Dawson kissed him.

Riley removed his own clothes while they were occupied, hanging them carefully on a nearby towel rack. Only one towel was hanging on it.

“Do you have a laundry basket in here?” he asked when Gideon dropped their clothes on the floor.

“Uh… no. Probably.” Gideon tilted his head as Dawson kissed across his jaw, giving him more room. “Maybe. I have no idea.”

“Where do you put your dirty clothes?” There hadn’t been an abundance of them on the floor in the main living area. He either threw them straight into his washing machine, or he had a basket somewhere.

“In the washing machine?”

Option one shouldn’t have surprised him. Riley stepped out of the way of the door with an expectant gaze.

“You want me to put our dirty clothes in the wash?” Gideon asked. “Really?”

Riley tilted Gideon’s chin up with the tip of his thumb and brushed their lips together. “Be good for me, and you’ll be rewarded for it.”

A shiver ran over Gideon, pupils dilating. “Uh… okay,” he said breathlessly, a mere whisper of words across Riley’s skin.

It was a good thing that he’d never known this about Gideon before. It had been hard enough keeping his ridiculous crush at bay. Knowing how beautifully Gideon could melt in his arms? That he wanted tobehave? Riley would have been a walking erection.

“Colour me surprised that you’re obsessed with neatness,” Dawson said with a huffed laugh.

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