Page 70 of Carver

His cock strained against his pants at the thought of Carver's muscles flexing as he hurt that other man. He pictured the way the cleaver swung and how sweat dripped off Carver's brow. Gideon imagined other ways he could work up a sweat. His cheeks went pink.

Fury didn't say anything about it, though Gideon knew he must have seen the reactions. Instead, when they reached the club, Fury unlocked the entrance door and told Gideon he would see him later.

As Fury went to wherever he was going, Gideon rushed to his room. When he was inside, he sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes tight as he squeezed Carver's pillow to his chest.

The scent was almost faded, and he knew he had to switch them out. He needed that reminder of Carver being close, even if he wasn't quite sure how to talk to him otherwise.

As Gideon stood, he winced because his cock rubbed against the zipper of his pants. He'd only just started wearing jeans instead of sweatpants all the time. Royce had suggested them since apparently Gideon had a fabulous ass that deserved to be shown off.

There were also skirts and dresses, along with a few pairs of shorts that were much different than Gideon was used to. Royce had told him to try them out. If he hated them, he didn’t have to keep wearing them.

Royce had even gone so far as to send a care package after they left a little over a week ago. The box had been a treat for Gideon. He had never received a present like that, much less from someone that he admired.

Thinking of the clothes and of Carver's scent, he decided he needed to do what he could to fix how he was feeling. He needed relief.

First, he wanted to get the pillows swapped before Carver came back. They’d left in a rush. Gideon was sure they’d beaten the other Angels back.

Slipping from his room, Gideon went about exchanging the pillows as rapidly as possible. Once he tossed the other on the bed, he took the new one back into his room and closed the door. He took a big inhale of it, then eased it down onto the bed as he went to his closet.

He stripped out of his clothes right there in the open and pulled out one of the dresses. He had yet to try any of them on, worried it wouldn’t go how he thought.

Gideon wasn't sure exactly what it would be like to wear it. He didn't know what it would feel like against his skin or how he would react. He hadn't lied when he said that Royce'sandrogynous figure didn't bother him. He had worked with Fury to separate what his former captor represented and what reality was.

Women were not all evil. They were not all out to hurt him. Until someone did make an attempt on his life, he needed to learn to trust that they didn't mean him harm. They were just people who happened to be near him. Some might even be his friends.

He still had a long way to go until that happened. In Gideon’s mind, wearing a dress felt a bit like getting there sooner. Or he was just obsessed with the pretty pastel blue fabric. The justification only had to make sense to him.

He didn't bother with underwear as he slid the dress over his body. As it fell down around him, he sighed. The soft fabric against his skin was a wonder.

He went into his bathroom to look in the mirror and gasped at the sight of himself. His cock was hard beneath the dress fabric, making the simple fabric a bit lewd. On top of that, Gideon could admit he looked gorgeous.

The bruises he’d arrived with had faded. And the injuries he had given himself were gone as well. The memories of them were still there, but they weren't visible anymore.

Instead, there was a yellow-haired man with wide, curious eyes and blushing cheeks wearing a baby blue dress, looking as if he needed someone to take care of the ache between his legs.

Gideon closed his eyes wishing Carver could be there to do it. He wanted the other man to relieve the pressure that had built.

As if he summoned him, there was a knock at the door and Carver’s voice calling out. “Sweet boy?”

Gideon squeaked, his wide eyes meeting himself in the mirror as he pondered how to quickly fix the issue. His body, despite the embarrassment of knowing Carver would see him, didn't go down. If anything, his cock was even harder.

"Are you okay in there?" Carver said, voice a little louder.

Gideon hummed, then forced his mouth to say, "Yes."

Carver called out, "Can I come in? Is that okay?"

Through the cracked door, Gideon whimpered. Carver must have heard him and assumed it was a positive noise because the door pushed open, and he came inside.

Their eyes met the second the door closed, and Carver's expression showed everything Gideon felt. Desire and need and amazement.

Carver took a few slow steps forward. "You look beautiful, sweet boy. That dress…” His eyes trailed down Gideon's figure.

Gideon saw the moment Carver realized Gideon's cock was hard. He stopped and swallowed as if to compose himself.

Gideon took the initiative that time. He came out of the bathroom to meet Carver.

Time for them to have that discussion.