Page 74 of Worth the Risk

When he knelt to wash Gregory’s feet, Gregory petted Landon’s head and relished the way he leaned into the affection. Back on his feet, Gregory took the loofah from Landon’s hand and added more soap, then returned the same attention to detail as he washed every thoroughly used crack and crevice of Landon’s skin.

He moved Landon under the spray of the water and rinsed them both off, using his thumbs to wipe the droplets and soap bubbles from Landon’s cheeks.

“I’m taking you to dinner Tuesday.”

“I’d like that.” Landon smiled and leaned into Gregory’s touch.

“And you’ll be coming over Thursday.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“My friends will be here,” Gregory told him.

“I understand.”

“Eat light that day.”

Landon nodded and inhaled a shaking breath.

“I might fuck you in front of them.” Gregory searched Landon’s eyes for trepidation or doubt and found nothing beyond unadulterated lust. “Maybe I’ll spread you apart and paint you with my cum.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Landon panted, his cock poking into Gregory’s thigh.

“God, you’re depraved,” Gregory said with a small laugh. He turned the water off and grabbed towels, drying Landon first, then himself. He ushered Landon back into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed, then went to his closet and pulled out clothes for work.

“You look good in navy,” Landon observed as Gregory stepped into his slacks.

“I look good in you,” Gregory countered, slipping into a white button-up.

“Now who’s depraved?”

“Get back into bed.” Gregory tucked Landon under the covers and sat beside him to put his socks on.

“You always have great socks,” Landon told him.

Gregory looked down at the orange and blue stripes on his feet and shrugged.

“I do?”

“Yeah. They’re not boring and plain.” Landon blinked slowly, his eyes looking heavy. “But then neither are you.”

Landon turned onto his side and smiled sleepily.

“Stay as long as you want.” Gregory kissed Landon’s forehead. “And I hope you enjoyed your orgasm because no more until Thursday.”

Landon whined, but kept his eyes closed.

Gregory started to stand, but Landon’s hand darted out from between the sheets and wrapped around Gregory’s fingers. Gregory looked down at Landon, who opened one eye slightly, then smiled.

“I love you, Sir,” he said before his lashes fluttered and closed.

“I love you,” Gregory replied, and he meant it with every fiber in his body.

“I like when you call me boy, you know,” Landon mumbled into the pillow.

“Go to sleep.”

Landon grunted and pouted before his features relaxed back into sleep. Gregory stroked his hand across Landon’s forehead, pushing his wet hair back.