Gamble grinned.
“But what if I want to get at it?” he asked. “Can I? What’s the etiquette on it?”
Poe was amused.
“There’s not really a specific rule. I’m game if you want to go further. I’ll be your training wheels.”
He wanted more than that.
He didn’t want to think of it as just that. He wanted to make sure this man understood.
“I don’t need training wheels, Poe. I need you.”
That staggered him to his core. Truthfully, he needed him too.
“I do have a rule,” Poe admitted, staring into his eyes.
“What is it?” he asked, not sure where this was going. Gamble really wanted to experience this, and he was pretty sure he’d jump through hoops for Poe.
He was honest.
“Don’t hold back, Gamble. I’m not her. I’m not anyone but me. What happens between us is us. You won’t hurt me unless you’re disingenuous about it.”
He calmed down.
“So I can be me?” he asked. “Because I know my way around an ass. I’ve fucked a few.”
He laughed.
“Yeah, be you. I want to see that man.”
If they only had this one moment, Poe wanted everything. He never wanted to wonder if he’d given more would he have stayed?
Would he have been enough for him to not run away?
Poe didn’t think he could live with wondering for the rest of his life.
“Then, let’s have some fun,” Gamble said, finding his mouth with his, and taking control.
The rest was autopilot.
With Storm, there were things he couldn’t do. She’d been abused, and he always had to be cognizant of that.
There was no wild, sweaty sex.
The lights had to be on, and he couldn’t put her in certain positions.
Her ass…
Never.
Only, now, with Poe, he was about to have some fun because he could.
Rolling with him, he got Poe above him, and sat up. When he was in his lap, he kept kissing him. Poe was hard again, and Gamble knew what he wanted.
He broke the kiss.
“Get me wet, Poe, so I don’t hurt you,” he said.
