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afraid to look at the younger man’s face. When he’d arrived in Haven Falls, Miles had looked like the wild Man from Borneo, now he had acted like it. Shit.
    Gil couldn’t move. He was struggling to bring his breathing under control for one thing, for another he was trying to engage the higher functions of his brain. He felt as though his legs might collapse if he didn’t sit down. Then again, he felt like he might collapse if he moved at all, so he stayed standing. He flexed his shoulders and was sure he heard something pop back into place. When he could finally manage coherent thought, he wondered at Miles’ lack of response and looked down.
    “Sorry,” Miles muttered, addressing the floor.
    There it was again. What was the matter with the man? He seemed almost…submissive in his posture, his body language as apologetic as his words. Gil sank to his knees beside Miles and cupped his chin, lifting his face so that their eyes met. Leaning in, Gil kissed him again, a soft kiss, undemanding. “Miles,” he said gently, “what’s wrong?”
    Miles blinked back a tear at the gentleness of Gil’s touch. In some ways the contrast making his own rough love-making even more reprehensible. He tried to turn his head away, but Gil’s fingers tightened. Miles swallowed; the taste of Gil’s cum lingered at the back of his mouth. “I feel… “ the words seemed to dry up in his throat. “I forced you…” Miles swallowed again, and closed his eyes, unable to look any longer into the warmth of Gil’s brown ones. “I’m sorry. I’m not normally as rough as that. I shouldn’t… I just couldn’t help myself.”
    Gil chuckled. “Did you see me struggling? Did I tell you to stop? I’ve seen more honesty tonight than you’ve ever shown me, Miles. You needed that as much as I did. If I hadn’t enjoyed it, do you really think I’d have let you do it? Do you think I’m such a pushover?” Without warning, Gil wrapped his arms round Miles and threw his weight forward.
    Caught by surprise, Miles felt himself toppling backwards. Soon he was sprawled on the floor with Gil’s body pinning him down. He stared at Gil for a few seconds, guilt churning his gut, relaxing only when he noticed the glint of amusement dancing in the younger man’s eyes.
    “Just so you know you don’t call the shots entirely…old man. Look, Miles, stop apologising. If I hadn’t wanted you to do what you did, I hope you believe me now, I wouldn’t have allowed you to.”
    Miles growled and rubbed his still hard groin up against Gil. “So, I didn’t need to render you immobile to give you a BJ?” He wriggled a bit more. Gil’s weight and heat making him even harder than he’d been before. The sight and touch of his bare chest almost as intoxicating as a carton of beer. Heck, he’d nearly come himself just from sucking the man off. “Sure you wouldn’t like me to tie you up properly next time?” He gave Gil’s butt a quick slap.
    “What’s the matter? Do you think I’m going to bolt or something?” Gil grinned. “Maybe I should be the one to punish you, after that little display?” He shoved a knee between Miles’ legs and thrust his hips forward, grinding his rapidly hardening erection into Miles’ hip. Damn, so soon? When was the last time he had been so aroused?
    The groan came from deep inside Miles, and he shuddered, Gil’s words making his cock twitch at the thought. Rope. Bondage. Maybe one day.
    “You know, you are wearing entirely too many clothes,” Gil observed.
    “What are you going to do about that?” Miles grinned. “I’m sort of trapped here and can’t do much, oh Lord and Master.”
    “Yeah, like I believe that? Lord and Master? You’re not very submissive…” Gil’s expression changed, losing the fun and turning entirely more serious. He rolled off Miles and stood up, extending one hand to him, hanging onto the waistband of his open trousers with the other. “Come on, let’s take this