Marie Harte - Flight of Fancy

Gavin sighed. “And we need to go over your figures again, because hoss, I can buy and sell you three times over. So when it comes to money matters and home stuff, I think I’m in charge.”

Aidan stopped fiddling with the shower and stared at him, and Gavin wondered if he’d gone too far. They were still new to each other and this whole love bomb. Maybe the reality…

Aidan’s smile was so wide and elated, Gavin wanted to cry at the beauty of it. “Whatever you want. That’s my job, you know. To do what pleases you. You have the power.”

“That goes both ways. What pleases me is loving you.” Gavin blinked hard not to cry.

“It’s okay.” Aidan hugged him tight. “You can shed those tears. I already think you’re a pussy, remember?”

Gavin laughed and socked him on the arm.

“But you’re my pussy.” Aidan kissed him again and winked. “Now get in the shower and clean your Master. Then I’ll cook you one hell of an omelet. That’s if you’re a good boy. I think I have another shot left in me.” He nodded down at the start of another erection. “Yeah, you’re going to get plenty of workouts at home, I can tell.”

Gavin stepped into the shower with Aidan and reached for the soap, content that although living together wouldn’t come without challenges, nothing in life worth having was ever easy. Aidan practically came with a difficult warning. “Sure thing, Sir. Just so long as you know who’s really in charge.”

A charged pause followed before they said at the same time, “You, boy.” “You, Sir.”

“Us, then. I like that. We’re a team, and don’t you ever forget it,” Aidan said before Gavin got busy with the soap. “One thing I’ve gotta know, though. Where did you learn to do that thing with your tongue?”

Gavin smiled and continued to lather. He needed to please his Master.

And then he did.