He kept feeding the fire so Poe would feel safe.
Then, they took turns sipping the hot water.
“Some tea would feel appropriate right about now,” he stated.
Gamble laughed.
“I wouldn’t drink anything weedy in here. I’d stick to plain water, but that is the most British thing I’ve heard today. I’m surprised you don’t have an emergency tea bag in your pocket for such occasions.”
Oh, he wasn’t touching anything but the stones they were sitting on, and after this, he was absolutely carrying one in his pocket.
“I’m going to feel out the water,” Gamble said. “I don’t want you in it unless I make sure it’s safe,” he stated.
Oh, well, he wasn’t going in it if it wasn’t safe. Since he couldn’t swim, that wasn’t happening.
Ever.
“Okay,” he said.
Gamble began stripping down. The whole time, Poe tried not to look.
Which was amusing since he’d seen him naked plenty of times that first week they were together as he got him into the tub.
Only, then, he wasn’t thinking about sex but taking care of the man. Now, he was absolutely thinking about sex with him.
A lot of sex.
Rough sex.
Wild sex.
Sex with sex on top of sex.
Apparently, his brain was in a sex glitch, and unable to get out of it.
As he stripped down, Gamble noticed he was trying not to watch him, and that was the opposite of what he wanted. It was ridiculous, since he was going to have to leave Poe when he was safe, but it made him feel…good.
Human.
Desirable.
“Shy, Poe?” he asked.
The man was struggling not to ogle him while he was naked. He was already crossing way too many lines, even if he loved each one.
“I’m just trying to give you some dignity.”
He laughed.
“Poe, I was a Marine. They take your dignity first, and your sanity next,” he said, dropping his boxers.
Gamble had to give him credit.
He stared into his eyes, and not at his erection. Oh, and it was a full-on erection too.
And it was Poe’s fault.
Kissing him, smelling him, and feeling him against his body was making it difficult to pretend.
