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sweat it. Now, hop on in, and I ll take you somewhere
to fill her up.
We re a bit wet, Scott said, pulling David into
the curve of his arm. David snorted. That was a bit of
an understatement, but at the property owner s friendly
grin, David supposed he didn t mind. Scott opened the
back door and helped David climb in before getting in
after him.
The rain started to let up slightly, but it was still
bucketing it down when David spotted the colorful logo
of a service station at the side of the road that really
should have been impossible to miss, but he hadn t
been thinking of fuel when he d passed it several hours
ago, and once again it was brought home to him how
much his stepfamily was seriously fucking up his life.
David wanted it to change, really, really wanted it to
change, but he just didn t know how it could.
Once the car had been refueled, Scott took over
the driving. David sat in dejected silence, not wanting to
project his misery but knowing Scott could feel it
anyway. I m sorry I got us lost and ran out of petrol
and dumped my problems on you. I haven t really made
this much fun for you, have I?
Scott took a quick glance at him before reaching
over to squeeze David s hand. I don t care that we got
lost and stranded, or that you told me about your
fucked-up family. And what makes you think I m not
having fun?
Are you? David asked, wanting so much for
Scott to say he was, but afraid that with everything that
had happened, Scott was close to throwing in the
towel.
Babe, I ve had more fun and excitement with you
than I ve ever had with anyone, and I suspect it s not
over yet.
David seriously hoped not. He smiled a little,
feeling some of the warmth Scott emanated seep into
him. Thanks.
Scott s tender smile turned into a wicked grin.
Oh, you ll be thanking me all right, and begging me and
crying out my name as you come with me buried deep
inside you. You have a lot to make up for.
I do?
You know you do. Don t forget, you were the
one who pushed me off just as I was coming.
I was coming too, and I only pushed you off
because I spotted that arsehole through the window,
David protested.
I know, but you can still make it up to me.
Scott s insistence was heartening, and David
couldn t help but smile fully this time. Okay. Anything
in mind?
Let s just do what comes natural, Scott replied,
his wicked grin turning hot and molten. And whatever
it is, I m sure it s going to be lots and lots of fun.
Chapter Five
Hey, Scott? Do you want me to grab your jeans
and throw them in the wash with the other stuff you ve
left out? David waited a second for a reply from the
bathroom. When none was forthcoming, he grabbed
Scott s bag to pull out the jeans anyway, knowing Scott
had intended to wash them. He felt his face grow warm,
remembering how the ice cream he d been eating had
fallen and landed in Scott s lap. Scott hadn t seemed to
mind, but David knew all too well how dried ice cream
stains looked on the crotch of a pair of denims.
Reaching in for the jeans, David encountered
something cold and hard. Curious he pulled it out, then
felt his heart stutter as he saw what he held. Handcuffs.
A pair of shiny steel handcuffs. What the fuck was
Scott doing with handcuffs? But just as he figured out
what they were for, Scott took a step out of the
bathroom.
What did you say? His light blue gaze landed on
the curved metal clutched in David s hand. Oh.
Is this your kink? Handcuffing men? David
deliberately tried to keep any inflection out of his voice,
but he knew he still came off sounding a little
accusatory.
A dark flush crept over Scott s cheeks and his
eyes went wide. No& I mean I haven t& Scott s
words trailed off, and he just stood there, toothbrush in
one hand, toothpaste in the other, and a white towel
slung low around his lean hips. Scott was embarrassed,
David realized, and that knowledge shot a boost of
confidence back into David s frozen limbs.
Why didn t you say something before?
Scott s gaze flicked from the handcuffs in David s
hand to his face. Because I figured you d never go for
it. You very rarely release any control in bed, David,
and being cuffed would mean you would have to give
some up.
Some? I would be completely at your mercy.
David started to shake his head. He wouldn t put
himself in that situation; the horrific memory of being
taken prisoner by that mad dick was still too fresh in his
mind, even after all these years.
Not if you trusted me, then that control would be
shared. Agreeing to being restrained is different to
having it forced on you.
I know that, but I can t do it.
Though he tried to hide it, the very, very tiny hint
of disappointment that flittered through Scott s eyes
was still unmistakable. David felt bad about it, but he
couldn t do this. It wasn t that he didn t trust Scott.
After over a week together, he trusted him more than
anyone else in his life, but being bound& He
shuddered, an action Scott didn t miss.
I m not asking you to. I told you, I won t do
anything you don t like. He reached for the cuffs and
threw them back into his bag, then wrapped his arms
around David s waist and loosely held him. The last
few days have been great, and I won t jeopardize what
we ve got going by making you uncomfortable. It was
just something I wanted to try, but it doesn t matter if
you re not into it. Honestly.
David wanted to ask him if he was sure, but that
would have been just stupid. Instead he nodded,
thankful Scott understood, but the thought of those
shiny handcuffs, and the idea that Scott had actually
thought of using them on him wouldn t let go. How
much of a turn-on would it have been for Scott? And
after David had left for England, would Scott try to find
someone else to persuade to use them? Searching
Scott s eyes, David didn t want to admit the idea of
Scott enjoying someone else s body, or of someone
else enjoying his, upset him. He pulled out of Scott s
arms.
We d better hurry if we re going to make the
session time at the cinema. Planning to see the latest
action movie had been Scott s suggestion, and David
had been all for it, but now he knew his concentration
was not going to be on the blockbuster, but on images
of being handcuffed to a bed with Scott looming over
him, and then wondering why that image didn t disturb
him as much as it should.
* * * *
The movie was fun, and David managed to enjoy
it despite his mind s sporadic digression into the unlikely
possibility of seeing his wrists cuffed together. Heading
back to the car, Scott once again linked their fingers
together, something David was beginning to get used to
and knew he d miss once this holiday was over. The
night sky was clear, the moon now nearly half full. It
was warm, with a gentle breeze coming in off the ocean
to take the humidity away a stark contrast to the
freezing temperatures and snow he d be experiencing
back home.
He d been feeling happy and relaxed the last few
days since their mishap with getting lost and running out
of fuel. Scott had taken precautions and had bought a
book of maps that wouldn t get blown away, and they
also kept a spare jerrican in the trunk of the car. They
were still headed south, though they hadn t planned on
going anywhere special, quite content to let the road
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