Page 112 of More than Need

“On what?”

“On what I get for it.” He hoped for a kiss.

Dawson licked across Gideon’s bottom lip before deepening the kiss. Gideon reached up onto his toes, twining his arms around Dawson’s shoulders and plastering their chests together. “You can have whatever you want,” Dawson said before diving back in.

Whatever he wanted.There were too many things. They made him greedy, and he wanted to have it all. Not just sexually. All the things. His son, them, a shot at something new and exciting.

Dawson palmed Gideon’s hard cock and massaged, hand moving up and down over his pants. Gideon grasped his wrist, unsure if the move was meant to stop him or encourage him to keep going.

“The food’s going to go cold,” he moaned. And Riley would be there any minute. They didn’t have time for more than this, and he didn’t want to get so worked up he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else.

“I’ll be quick,” Dawson promised before sinking to his knees.

Gideon’s breath caught in his throat, all of his blood moving down to his cock as Dawson undid his pants and freed him.

He bit his bottom lip as Dawson took him into his mouth, favouring haste over finesse. He couldn’t look away as he thrust into the wet heat. A tongue flicked over his skin, and his knees buckled. He gripped the counter behind him, bracing himself as he used his free hand to cradle the back of Dawson’s head.

“Yeah, that’s—fuck, that’s so good.”

He wouldn’t last long, not with the expert way Dawson worked him over. Bobbing up and down rapidly, sucking and licking and hitting every spot just right. Dawson clearly wanted to keep his promise, getting Gideon to orgasm as quick as possible.

Dawson’s hand worked between Gideon’s legs, stretching back to squeeze his ass. Gideon clenched in response, arousal rocketing into overdrive. A finger stroked over his hole, and he pushed back with a broken, “Please.” He didn’t have the words like Riley, couldn’t think of anything but how good Dawson felt wrapped around him and how much he needed this.

The second Dawson’s finger breached him, his orgasm hit. He thrust hard, pumping into Dawson’s mouth. Dawson didn’t pull off even after he’d swallowed Gideon’s load. He continued to suck lightly, eyes closed and blissed out, like Gideon had drugged him.

Gideon stroked his hair, leaning heavily back against the counter. When Dawson eventually stood, he eagerly pulled the younger man into his arms, kissing him until they were dizzy with it. Dawson gave his lip one more lick, did up his pants, expertly tucking his softening cock back into his underwear, and then stepped back. When Gideon reached for him, Dawson stayed out of reach with a small smile on his face.

“What about you?” Gideon asked, frowning. Dawson’s pants tented, clearly in need of relief. Something Gideon wouldmorethan gladly give him.

“I can wait for my dessert,” Dawson said. “Riley should be here soon, and we need to eat.”

As if on cue, the lock in the door flicked open, and Riley strode through. Gideon forgot how to breathe. He already knew how Riley looked in a suit, acutely aware of it every day now that he also knew the prize hidden underneath, and it still managed to stun him every time he saw him. The perfectly tailored suit hugged all of Riley’s finest features and broad shoulders. He never had a single stitch out of place, not until he took them into his arms and wrecked them. They were the only ones who got to see him mussed and lookinghuman.

Gideon loved him. Loved them both. He needed this to not end badly, for himself and for them. He wanted a future that had a happy ending.

Riley looked between them and then at the half-dished-up dinner. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked. He hooked a finger in his tie and worked it free, discarding it over the back of a dining chair.

And there it was. The Riley they were learning. The more laid back one, the one who let his hair down. It floored Gideon, honoured him, made him want to get onhisknees and worship him. Or them both. He swallowed hard at the image of being on his knees for both men as they fed him their cocks. Something to bring up later.

“Gideon?” Riley arched an eyebrow.

Heat rushed into Gideon’s cheeks. “Sorry. Uh, let me heat it up, and we can eat.”

Riley’s lips quirked. “Take your time.” He kissed Dawson in greeting, holding his nape to keep him in place. Gideon got distracted watching them, the temperature in the room rising enough that he didn’t know why none of them had burst into flames yet.

“I have a question for you,” Dawson said while Gideon finished plating up and sticking each bowl into the microwave one by one.

“I hesitate to hear but go ahead.” Riley shrugged off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He pulled down some glasses, kissing Gideon’s shoulder as he moved around him. The domesticated feel of it had Gideon’s heart fluttering in his chest.

“Do you mix the pasta with the sauce andthenserve it, or do you put the pasta in the bowl and then put the sauce on top? You know, for presentation purposes.”

Gideon groaned. Were they still talking about this? “Don’t answer that.”

“It’s an important question!” Dawson insisted.

“I don’t know if I should answer. Sounds like you two need to sort it out yourselves.” Riley opened the fridge and got out the jug of water, filling each glass perfectly three quarters full. Gideon squinted suspiciously at his, tilting his head to check it. Riley arched an eyebrow, and Gideon grinned and kissed him briefly.

“Probably, but answer anyway,” Dawson said.

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