Page 42 of Touch In Excess

Skye sighed and wished he could reach through the computer screen and touch him. He’d wished that several times tonight, but this feeling was different. He didn’t want to fuck him. He didn’t want to tease him and torment him and make him beg for it. He just wanted to hold him.

It was the strangest juxtaposition, but something about it felt…right.

‘See you soon,’ he signed.

Rami nodded, then blew him a kiss and turned off the call before Skye could respond to him. He fought the urge to take a selfie with the three-fingered sign of words neither of them were ready for. Instead, he sent a single text before lying back down and turning off the light.

He got a buzzing reply not too long after, and it was with those words he allowed himself to relax back into his pillows and sleep.

Skye: Tonight meant everything. I hope you know whatever I’m free to give of myself is yours, sweetheart.

Rami: Yes. And whatever you want of me, take it. I’ll never hold back.

Eleven

Biting his lip,Skye scanned the shelves, and he wished for a moment that Rami was there with him to pick this out. But he also had a feeling Rami wouldn’t have been into it. It was very likely he would have been overwhelmed by the selection—because there were so fucking many.

Skye had never been someone to frequent sex shops. They had pretty much every toy a person could think of on hand at the Tower, and it had never really been his thing. Not for him, anyway. He certainly didn’t mind using them on a partner.

But considering he hadn’t had one of those in a long—long—while, it hadn’t really come up in this capacity.

“Are you still looking?”

Skye glanced over at Flint, who was staring at him, hands on his hips, brows high on his forehead. His voice was very audible over the low music and the fact that there was no one else in the store, which Skye appreciated. But it also meant that the two of them had become the sole focus of the man sitting behind the counter.

Not that he seemed like a bad guy. He’d given them both a quiet wave when they entered, and then he’d gone back to his very large book. He didn’t look like a guy who would be workingat a sex shop, but Skye also knew he was stereotyping, and that was wrong.

He’d been a frat boy once. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who was going to graduate and then become a Seven Deadly Sin–themed escort, so…

“Can you not rush me?” Skye asked, turning back to the shelf.

“I’m not trying to, but you know I fuckin’ hate shopping, and the fact that my brother dropped this on my lap is bullshit.” Flint had been tasked with placing a bulk order of replacement items for the Tower. Skye had been hoping it was going to take longer than two minutes.

“Why don’t you go find a coffee or something up the street. I want to take my time with this.”

“You think you’re going to get it wrong?” Flint asked, humor in his voice. When Skye looked at him, his smirk fell. “Oh, shit. Youdothink you’re going to get it wrong.”

‘I get everything wrong,’ Skye signed slowly.

It took Flint a second to understand what he was saying, but he stepped closer, closing the distance between them, and took Skye into a soft embrace. “Don’t overthink it. I haven’t met this guy, and I wouldn’t have known you were seeing someone if Hen hadn’t done his little PSA about the guy’s FanCore channel,” he added, and Skye knew he was hurt by that, “but if he’s got you this flustered, then I’m willing to bet he’s not the kind of guy who cares what it is. Just that it’s come from you.”

That might have been true for literally anything else, but Skye wasn’t in the position to tell Flint why this purchase was important. It wasn’t just the type of toy. It was also that it was Rami’s first. It was the first time he’d be putting something inside of himself and getting off like that.

And Skye was now a part of that. He wanted it to be good.

“I just need a little more time,” Skye said very softly.

Flint nodded and kissed his temple. “I’ll go grab us both drinks. I’ll even sit down and answer a few emails. Sound fair?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Skye offered a weak smile, and Flint rolled his eyes with a grin, shaking his head before he let Skye go and headed out.

Skye couldn’t hear the bell, but he could feel the slight pressure change when the door opened and shut, and it was only after he was sure Flint was gone that he turned back to the shelf and began to peruse.

He was now overwhelmed with choice. He wished he’d paid better attention to his clients over the years to see what some of them liked best. There might have been a damn consensus, and he’d missed it because he’d been too focused on other things.

“Shit,” he whispered to himself.

“Hey there.”

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