Chapter 13

Gabe hummed thoughtfully. Ran a light finger from Tom’s hole up to the base of his balls. “Damn, that’s pretty.” Then checked off the rope, from Tom’s ankle, around the bedpost about four feet up. Over the canopy, and around the other bedpost, back to Tom’s ankle. “Okay, this is long enough. Good. It’s hard to visualize how much length is lost, with the patterning. Stand back up and I’ll get you prepped. Once you’re in front of me, it’s time to be still.”

Tom took a breath: show time. He swung up and to his feet in one smooth motion, because he wasn’t above a bit of showing off, and stepped up to Gabe, close enough to feel the heat radiating from Gabe’s body.