Page 33 of More than Need

“There’s nothing wrong with liking things in their place,” Riley said. He pointedly looked down to where Dawson’s hard cock rested against his stomach. Swollen, ready, and leaking pre-cum already. “Seems to me you like it too.”

“Maybe it’s just about him.”

“Maybe it is,” Riley agreed. He rested a hand on the wall above Dawson’s head and leaned closer. “But we both know it’s not. Sucking my dick today had nothing to do with him.”

“I closed my eyes and thought of England.”

Riley smoothed his thumb over Dawson’s bottom lip. “The things I want to do to this mouth to shut you up.”

“Are you waiting for a written invitation?”

Riley wanted to fuck up that composure, ruffle that hair, and have Dawson panting and begging for him. He wanted the same thing with Gideon for entirely different reasons. They both fucked uphiscomposure; it was only fair that he returned the favour.

“If we’re not having a shower, we could have done this in the bedroom,” Gideon said, coming back.

“Where’s your lube?” Riley asked.

“Behind the mirror, top shelf,” Gideon answered. He opened the shower door and leaned in, fiddling with the taps.

“Turn the shower on, Gideon,” he said while he opened the mirror cabinet and easily found his prize. Perfect.

“Get in.” Riley nudged Dawson’s hip.

“Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?”

Gideon stepped into the small, glass-enclosed space, right under the hot water, closing his eyes and tipping his head back, exposing his throat. Water ran over his collarbone, down his chest, and over his hard cock. “You should see him at work; he’s worse.”

Riley gave Dawson a once-over, the corner of his mouth lifting. Mouthwatering muscles and stomach definition that Riley wanted to wet with his tongue. “You don’t want to get in the shower with him? He’s waiting for you.”

Gideon wiped the water from his eyes and smiled. “Is anyone coming in, or am I doing this by myself?”

Dawson went first, stepping into the shower to kiss him hungrily. He crowded Gideon against the tiled wall diagonal to the taps, covering him and giving Riley a view of his spectacular ass. Gideon almost disappeared from sight, only his arms visiblearound Dawson’s back, fingers digging into the grooves of those impressive muscles, one sliding down.

Riley took himself in hand, stroking slowly as he enjoyed the enticing show. “Turn around,” he ordered. “Against the wall.”

“Or what?” Dawson asked, smirking.

Riley crowded Dawson’s back and then turned his head, kissing him just to shut him up. It seemed to be the only way to accomplish it. “Turn around because I told you to.”

“And if I don’t want to?”

“Then this night is going to be a lot shorter for you.”

Dawson licked Riley’s bottom lip and then flipped himself and Gideon around, presenting Gideon’s back to Riley. “Like this?” he asked, grin turning sly. “Or should I move a little to the left?”

Gideon leaned up and kissed him at the same time Riley reached down, taking hold of Dawson’s cock. Dawson immediately shut up, moaning and dragging Gideon even closer. They’d both figured out his off switch.

Riley slid the glass door closed behind himself. A tight fit. He shifted around the two men, dick gliding across Gideon’s back, and placed the lube on the holder hanging over the showerhead—next to the shampoo, conditioner, and a child’s body wash with a frog sponge dangling on a green thread. Water ran down Gideon’s back, a thin line streaming over his spine. Riley licked up it until he reached the base of Gideon’s neck, biting down gently on the curve.

Gideon shuddered, fisting a hand against Dawson’s chest. Riley fit himself perfectly against Gideon, the top of his head reaching Riley’s nose.

“Rose,” Riley mused, picking up the soap bar. A familiar scent. “This is what you smell like.” It had only been recently that he’d noticed the difference in smell whenever Gideon got close. It hadn’t occurred to him that it coincided with Gideon moving out of the place he’d called home for years.

“It’s just something I picked up,” Gideon said. He hung his head forward, resting it against Dawson’s chest. “I’m not really a cologne guy.” He paused. “For myself. Yours is—I really like it.”

Dawson smoothed his hands up Gideon’s arms and thumbed his neck. His brown eyes met Riley’s over Gideon’s head. “It smells good.”

Riley didn’t respond. He didn’t do compliments. Time to move away from that conversational topic.

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