He would look back on this later and snort at the ridiculousness, as he often did with their play. But right now, despite his exhaustion, saliva flooded his mouth. He fell forward, ignoring the squelching reminder of what a mess he was, and pressed a sloppy kiss to the underside of the head. Gideon was magnificent. The perfect size and shape. Cole loved it and loved worshiping it.

He liked how his skin felt under his lips and tongue. So hot, even compared to Cole's lips. He liked how Gideon smelled here, especially when he'd been holding himself back for an hour, leaking precum. The smell of sex was dense between his legs. He liked how the girth stretched his lips and pressed down on his tongue. How the length reached past the back of his throat, so that he had to focus on breathing to avoid gagging.

It really was a reward. He closed his eyes and swallowed the entire length; lips flush to Gideon's pubic hair. Then he stayed there for many long seconds, feeling his face flush and head grow light. A little flare of triumph lit up his body every time he mastered his gag reflex like this. He bobbed, breathed a few times, and then did it again. He repeated this until Gideon's cock stiffened like it always did right before his orgasms.

But Gideon had God-sent self-control. While it only took a single word for Cole to cum untouched, Gideon could teeter on the edge for ages. Even with his thighs trembling, he could press Cole down by the back of his head to seat himself as deep as possible for a few seconds and still not finish. He grasped Cole's hair to pull him off and rasped, "Out of the car."

Cole tried. He scrabbled at the door handle, while also trying to wipe the drool off his face, failing at both. Then the door opened on its own, and he spilled onto the pristine treated concrete floor of the garage. Gideon had already come around to his side of the car to haul him out.

"Gideon," he begged, scrambling to his feet. He was half-hard in his pants, which felt like sandpaper due to all the overstimulation. His throat hurt from being forced open around a thick foreign object. He was sore from sitting still in the car for so long. And all he wanted was for Gideon to fuck him.

"I've got you, baby." Gideon lifted him from under his arms and pressed him down on his front over the hood. "You were so good. So patient." He reached around to undo Cole's pants and shove them down to his knees. Cole sobbed in relief, almost missing the low question, "Did you like it?"

Cole blinked the tears out of his eyes and watched his hot breath mist across the shiny surface of the hood. "Yes, I liked it. Thank you."

Gideon hummed in a way that meant Cole had misunderstood, but he didn't mind. A moment later, he pressed himself against Cole's back, his legs framing Cole's, heavy cock smearing across the inside of his thigh. His voice purred right next to Cole's ear, "No, did you like it when I showed that worm exactly how easy it was to crush him?"

A gasp punched out of Cole's chest.

"When I made him realize that if he hadn't hurt you, he wouldn't have even been worth my time," Gideon rumbled. He reached down to push the swollen head of his cock inside of Cole's body and shoved his hips firmly forward until they were pressed flush together. That knocked what little breath Cole had left right out of him. He panted, dizzy, trying to catch up with Gideon's words. Mentally, he still had the man's cock down his throat. Now it was moving inside his ass, and they were talking about a topic Cole thought Gideon would want to avoid.

"I liked it," he managed to gasp out.

"Yeah, baby?" Gideon grunted. "You liked it when I showed him that he was just a worm wriggling on my hook?"

Okay, that was a weird thing to say during sex, but as Cole had been saying, he was not going to run away screaming because Gideon was a little sadistic. He liked that. So, he slammed his palms on the hood of the car and shoved back into Gideon's thrusts. An almost pained groan and bruising grip on his hip were his reward.

Gideon's thighs shook as he thrust a few more uneven times and buried his orgasm inside Cole's ass. Cole echoed his pained groan as that massive cock twitched against his overstimulated prostate. Thankfully, Gideon took mercy on him and didn't try to squeeze another orgasm out of him like he so often did. The man was something of a masochist as well as a sadist, and he really, really enjoyed making Cole squirm and clench around his own overstimulated cock.

Cole let his cheek smush into the hood as he struggled to catch his breath. A trickle of warm cum slid down the inside of his thigh when Gideon pulled out, heading for his already ruined pants. He didn't bother to move.

Ever the gentleman after wrecking Cole, Gideon carried him inside to the bathroom to clean them both up. Then he wrapped him in a fluffy, warmed towel and carried him into the bedroom to lay him down between their lovely sheets. Cole had been sleeping on those sheets for months and months now, and he still wasn't used to buttery soft cotton instead of cheap polyester. He rolled around a few times and then opened his arms to invite Gideon to lie down with him.

Gideon collapsed on top of him, head resting on his chest and one heavy arm lying across his stomach to frame his other side. With a smile of satisfaction, Cole put a hand over Gideon's substantial bicep and squeezed. Gideon bit his chest. Then they settled down.

Just before Cole drifted completely to sleep, Gideon murmured, "Thanks, baby."

Cole abruptly dropped back into his body, wide awake. So, his husband was still overthinking things. What on earth did he have to thank Cole for? Cole should be the one thanking him for tonight. He drew a few absent-minded circles with the tip of his finger over Gideon's warm, supple skin.

Finally, he sighed. "What were you so worried about? Tonight wasn't very scary at all. Why didn't you want me to come, really?"

"Everything went perfectly," Gideon said. "But if it hadn't…"

There he was spiraling off into the land of contingencies.

"If it hadn't, I wasn't going to let him get away with thinking he'd gotten away with something," the scowl was evident in his low growl of a tone. "And I didn't want to set everything up and promise you that it would all be over after tonight, only to disappoint you."

The thing about Gideon was that he was a smooth fucking talker. And a high-level manipulator. Cole wasn't stupid, and he knew he had a type. At least Gideon always had good intentions for him. He could brainwash himself and Cole if he thought it was for the best, or for their safety. But he would almost always try to shift the conversation away from topics he wanted to avoid.

Cole drew a few more slow circles over Gideon's bicep, then followed the soft line of a vein down the inside of his upper arm. "That's not what you said earlier today. Before we went, you weren't worried about disappointing me, you were worried about scaring me."

He could feel Gideon's jaw clench against his chest, but he didn't say anything.

"Gideon…"

"Cole, sometimes I wish that you only knew me as some suit that worked at an Accounting Firm and not about any of the rest of it."

"That's…"

That ship was well past sailed.

"Well, sometimes I wish that you didn't know anything about how I am gullible enough to let someone con me into letting them sell my body for years. That I let your brother twist my thoughts all up until I wasn't sure if I could trust you.”

Gideon lifted his head to glare straight into his eyes. "You were young when you met Logan, and as for everything with James, you barely knew me, and…"

Cole pressed his fingers against Gideon's mouth. "Stop making excuses, or I'll have to start making excuses for you about how you were literally born into the life and are doing scary things to protect me, and then we will end up going back and forth and never getting any sleep."

A set of perfect white teeth, aside from a small chip that dulled one of the canines, bit the tip of his finger. Cole rolled his eyes but managed to keep the smile off his face so he could deliver the rest of his little speech with a serious tone.

"We've never really talked about the night that you killed James. By now, haven't you realized that I'm not going to suddenly decide I have a problem with the fact that you killed him in front of me?"

When Gideon let go of his finger, Cole seized the opportunity to gently cup the side of his face. "It was scary. Being kidnapped was scary. Being under James's thumb was scary. But you know what was never scary? You. I was most scared when I didn't know where you were that day. When James put us together in that room, I was never scared after that. Even when you killed him. Honestly."

Gideon's eyes were huge and hopeful. It was the least terrifying expression he'd ever made. The kind he only ever allowed himself to reveal after sex, when the endorphins coursing through his body changed his brain chemistry.

"I'm not trying to get involved in your family's business, but" he tapped the tip of Gideon's nose, "if something involves me, I feel better knowing about it. Just think, if you'd told me a little more about your suspicions about James back then, I might have come straight to you instead of betraying you, and we could have come up with a better plan that didn't involve kidnappings. And if you are going to get revenge for my sake, I'd rather be involved than hear about it later."

"Alright, alright," Gideon let his head fall back down. "Didn't I let you come today? And everything went well."

"What on earth could have gone wrong? You planned it so well for so long, of course it went perfectly."

"There's always a chance something gets fucked up," Gideon said. "If he didn't end up getting arrested…he would have thought he was even more untouchable than before. Unacceptable. Since the will was already written, I would have had to…I'd have had to take him down to the river, and put a bullet in his skull."

Cole privately thought Gideon wouldn't let Logan have such an easy death, but he didn't want to push it. Instead, he said lightly, "I hope you would have invited me along so I could do the honors. Since it was my revenge and all."

Gideon stopped breathing completely, then huffed out something between a laugh and a sigh. Then he tightened his grip around Cole's torso and snuggled closer. "Alright, I get it. My husband is fierce and won't be easily scared off. I'm sorry for doubting you."

"If I was easily scared off, that stupid vice you put my balls in would have done the trick," Cole grumbled.

Gideon laughed for real at that.