Page 71 of Carver

If it weren't for his erection and the dress, he still knew that it was something that needed to happen. He’d put it off for far too long.

Gideon held his hand out to Carver. The other man paused for only a second before he laced their fingers together and stepped closer until he was almost touching Gideon.

"We need to talk," Gideon said.

Carver nodded, licking his lips as he stared down at Gideon. "I think that's a good idea. When do you want to talk?"

Gideon looked around, then back up at Carver and smiled. "Right now?"

Carver, who Gideon only just realized was freshly showered, led him over to the bed. They sat down side by side, hands still clasped together. Carver took their connection and held it on his leg, then placed his other hand over Gideon's.

"I'm listening. Tell me what you need to share. I'm all ears."

Gideon then took a deep breath, then let it out. “You thought that she had hurt me the way she did the others, but she didn't. The game she played with me as her pet was that she would make me watch things. I had to watch other people be hurt. Sometimes it was about sex, and sometimes it was just violence.”

Gideon shivered at the thought. His cock started to go down as fast as it had risen. Talking about his past did that. He wouldn't have to worry about his arousal for much longer because he knew that it would completely evaporate as he continued the story.

He forged ahead, saying, "I was trapped in that room and in that collar and made to be a thing for her to entertain herself with. The more scandalous she could make it, the better. If I cried or threw up or flinched, she would just continue to do it until I became numb. The reason I hurt myself when I got here was because I thought you were going to do the same thing or worse, but I know now that that's not how the Angels are. I know now that this is a family, and I really want to be a part of it. I'm just not sure how."

Carver’s grip tightened around Gideon's. "What do you mean? What are you unsure of, sweet boy?"

Gideon dipped his head, no longer able to look Carver in the eye.

"I don't know what this means for you and me. I'm attracted to you, and I think you like me that way as well, but I don't know that I could give myself over that way. I watched people allow others to harm them every day, and to know that someone else had that power is terrifying."

Carver's hands went underneath Gideon's chin. He felt the man gently tilt his head up until they were looking one another in the eye.

Carver's gaze was fierce, and his voice was strong as he said, "I would never hurt you, sweet boy. I would walk awaycompletely before that ever happened. And if you need me to prove that by letting you take full control, then I will."

Gideon wasn’t sure what to reply. He didn’t know what someone said to that kind of declaration. It didn’t matter in the end because Carver moved until he was in front of Gideon and then dropped to his knees. Gideon had flashbacks to the last time this same pose had happened. He remembered vividly what it felt like to have Carver's full attention on him, to know he was doing that in front of the other men, that he showed how he wanted Gideon and didn't care who knew.

Carver kept his hands to himself this time, but his eyes spoke for his desire. "I am yours to use as you want. You do not need to worry that I would take advantage because you're the one in control. If you tell me to suck your cock, I will. And if you want to pin me to the bed and fuck me, then you can. I would never turn your touch away because I know that you'll never be forceful. I know that you would never hurt me. And until you learn that I won't hurt you as well, I'm willing to give myself to you."

Gideon's cock, which had completely flagged with all the negative discussion, rose quickly. His eyes dropped to that part of his body, watching with horror as Carver noticed it as well.

A part of Gideon wanted to test out Carver's words. He wanted to know just how true they were.

As usual, Carver understood what Gideon needed. Hell, he could practically read Gideon's mind.

He slowly raised his hands, hovering them in the air as he asked, "May I?"

Gideon nodded without much thought because the question alone proved who held the power here. If Carver was going to stay true to his word, Gideon needed to see exactly what it meant.

Carver lifted the fabric of the dress, raising it until Gideon's cock was visible. Gideon watched as he stared at the engorgedshaft. Carver licked his lips, his fingers tightened on the fabric where he held it still at Gideon's waist.

"May I?" he rasped again before clearing his throat. "May I taste?"

Gideon placed his hands over Carver's, which drew the other man's attention up to him. "I would like to know what it feels like.”

Carver nodded, then leaned forward until his mouth was hovering just above Gideon's cock. He softly said, "Then I will show you," before his tongue came out and traced around the tip.

Gideon sucked in a breath. It was not at all what he imagined. It was better.

His excitement only grew as Carver went about tasting him. He licked and sucked, nibbling upon the skin at Gideon's hip before pressing his tongue against it. Then he trailed over to his length, pressing kisses up the shaft before hollowing out his cheeks. He worked each inch eagerly, until Gideon was screaming in pleasure.

Only then did Carver pull back. His eyes were bright as he looked at Gideon. There was affection there. Gideon wished to see that same expression every day for the rest of his life.

His body was still curious, even though he was sated for the moment. He knew he’d want to repeat this experience again soon.