“Why do you think we shouldn’t let Emma help?”
Gideon shrugged. “Because she’s a nice girl and I don’t want things to be awkward for you.” The grin he shot Jesse was more than a little wicked. “Not that I wouldn’t mind watching you get hard for her, or smelling how wet she gets from it. But you two have gotten to be friends, I think. I don’t want to fuck that up.”
The molding fell away from one leg, and Jesse reached down to run his fingers through Gideon’s hair. Remembering Gideon’s hesitation to risk their own friendship for the sake of fucking, he wasn’t entirely surprised, but he was still touched. “I don’t want to fuck it up either.”
“Then we won’t.”
And like that, Jesse knew the decision was made for Gideon. It helped dispel the last of his fears about facing Emma again. There would be embarrassment, yes, but he could manage that, knowing the incident wouldn’t be repeated.