Page 103 of More than Need

The bed shifted, and then a warmth pressed against Riley’s back, arms circling him. Gideon undid his buttons until his shirt opened and slid off his shoulders.

He kissed the back of Riley’s neck, and Riley rolled his head into it, hips moving together. When he turned his head, Gideon met him halfway. He tasted like hot chocolate, warming Riley as he tasted deeply.

“Take off your clothes,” Riley whispered. He sat back, resting his hips on Dawson’s thighs.

Even in his haste, Gideon folded every piece of clothing he took off, putting them neatly on the bedside table, like he knew what would please Riley and wanted to do it for that reason alone.

Gideon gave him a tentative smile, and Riley crooked his finger, more than pleased. He knelt on the bed and shuffled forward until he was in reach. Riley dragged him closer, their lips brushing. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Now take off Dawson’s clothes. Slowly. Make it good for me.”

Gideon’s shuddered inhale fed Riley, satisfaction a visceral touch inside him.

He made himself comfortable at the end of the bed, leaning against the headboard, and pulled his cock out. It was the perfect position to observe them while he fisted himself.

Gideon went for Dawson’s socks first, sliding them over Dawson’s ankles and kissing his exposed skin. He placed them neatly on top of his own clothes, and Riley appreciated the diligence. The anticipation of waiting for his prize to be revealed piece by piece made everything so much sweeter.

Gideon caressed up Dawson’s thighs before moving to his belt. He took care to undo it completely, sliding it out of the loops. He tugged the jeans off next, leaving Dawson in his dark-green briefs, a wet spot where he leaked pre-cum already.

“You’re killing me,” Dawson said in a strained voice. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs to remove them himself.

“Don’t.”

Dawson groaned and gripped the covers instead, twisting them between his fingers.

Riley ran his knuckles down Gideon’s back, delighting in the shiver that his touch caused. “You’re doing beautifully,” he praised. “Keep going. If Dawson can’t behave himself, I’ll tie him up and make him watch as I fuck you.”

“Yeah, because that’s a deterrent,” Dawson said thickly.

“I’ll blindfold you so that you can only hear as I make him beg,” Riley promised. It would be both ecstasy and torture for Dawson, and Riley would enjoy every second of it. Whether Dawson behaved or not, Riley would get what he wanted.

“Oh my God, why am I in love with you?”

They all froze. Riley’s heart clenched.

Dawson swallowed. “I didn’t—I meant—I didn’t mean to—” He closed his eyes and relaxed against the bed. “Fuck,” he whispered.

Riley’s gaze briefly found Gideon’s, both lost for words.

He palmed Dawson’s throat, thumb pushing up under his chin. “Open your eyes, Dawson.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Do it anyway.”

Dark-brown eyes met his, wary and unsure.

“The truth. Is that what you meant to say?” Riley asked.

“Not… quite like that,” Dawson said weakly.

“But you meant it?”

Dawson’s lips trembled, and he took his time answering. Riley could be patient; the importance of the answer meant that he would wait for as long as he needed to.

“Yes. For… for—” Dawson swallowed again, gaze darting between them. “Both of you. I can’t separate that.” He mouthed at Riley’s shoulders, fingers digging into the curve where shoulder met arm. “I should, Ishould, but even if it could fix things, I couldn’t.”

Riley kissed him, unsure if he wanted to hear more or not. These men had gotten under his skin, entered his blood stream, and he had no way of getting them out. To know that Dawsonlovedhim deepened that further.

Gideon didn’t return the sentiment, and neither did Riley. He didn’t know if he could, and he needed more time to think. It didn’t mean that Dawson’s feelings weren’t a gift. They meant something. And Riley wouldn’t let him take it back, not now.

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