Page 128 of Icing on the Cake

His broad back faces me as he bends over to grab a wayward sock, offering me an optimal view of his ass. It’s a thing of beauty—all round and firm and perfectly proportioned. Sensing my heated gaze, Gerard straightens up and turns to face me.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Gerard.”

His blush spreads down his neck and onto his chest. He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit that I find utterly endearing, and glances down at his curling toes. “You’re just saying that because you have to.”

I frown and sit up, patting the space beside me. “Come here.”

He obeys, sitting on the edge of the bed, still not quite meeting my eyes. I scoot closer and cup his face, forcing him to look at me.

“I’m not,” I tell him firmly. “I mean every word. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, inside and out.”

His eyes search mine for any hint of deception. Finding none, he leans into my touch.

“I think the room is tidy enough for now, don’t you?”

Gerard follows my gaze. “But I’m not done yet. I still have to put away my?—”

“Gerard, the room is fine. More than fine. It’s perfect…same as you. Now, let’s get down and dirty.”

He blinks, surprised by the sudden about-face. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

As he stands up and stretches, my eyes zero in on his pebbled nipples standing at attention. Gerard always needs a window open because of how hot his body runs, but I’m not complaining.

“I never really understood nipples, but yours are kinda doing it for me.”

“My nipples?” Gerard raises his eyebrows in surprise and tilts his head. “Elliot Montgomery, do you have a nipple kink I don’t know about?”

He slowly climbs onto the bed, his tall body looming over me. He positions himself close to my face, allowing me to see the lust in his eyes. “No. I have a Gerard kink.”

His lips curve into a pleased grin. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.” I reach out and trace the swell of his pec. My fingers graze over the hard nub at the center, and Gerard inhales sharply. “I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to every inch of you.”

“God, Elliot,” he groans, closing his eyes as I continue my exploration of his pecs. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it makes my dick hard.”

I glance down, and sure enough, Gerard’s penis is coming to life. “I like making your dick hard.”

Peering over his shoulder, I watch as his toes curl again. I grin, incredibly pleased with myself for having such an effect on Gerard. But my smile fades when he groans and slumps down onto the bed, burying his face into a pillow.

His big dick becomes wedged between his body and the mattress, and his large hands get tangled up in his blond hair. I can tell from the slump of his shoulders that something is bothering him.

“Elliot,” he mumbles, his voice muffled by the pillow. “We need to talk about how you’re doing with all this public attention on you.”

I sigh, my arousal cooling as the conversation takes a serious turn. I knew this was coming. Gerard has been endlessly concerned about what I’ve been dealing with. While I’d do anything to ignore it all and lose myself in his naked body, I know we can’t avoid the topic forever.

I flop onto my back beside him and stare up at the ceiling. “I talked to Oliver about it. And Kyle. And Drew.”

Gerard turns his head to the side to stare at me. “And what did they say?”

“They were all surprisingly supportive. Oh, and Drew called me a kitten.”

“A kitten?” Gerard’s lips twitch.

“Yep. Apparently, I’m small and cute and enjoy curling up with a good book. Total kitten behavior.”

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