Chapter 32
Thirty-Two
Carver was surprised at Gideon's request.
His boy didn't want any more sexual favors. Instead, he asked to go do something fun, something that would get them away from the club, but wouldn't be so crowded that it made him nervous.
Carver appreciated being the one to give him the opportunity. He wanted to show his boy that there was more to life than the walls that they had built to protect them from the outside world. The club wasn't meant to keep people in. It was built to keep the bad people out.
With the promise to provide an afternoon of fun, Carver told Gideon to get dressed again, making sure to clarify he needed to put on some underwear and comfortable shoes, and then wait for him in his room.
Carver tore off downstairs to the kitchen where he asked Nelly, one of the old ladies, to put together a picnic spread.
She smiled softly at him. "If this is for you and the little boss, I'm more than happy to.
But if you're trying to gallivant around and pick up someone else, I'm gonna have to put my foot down. "
Carver grinned at her. "This is 100% for the little boss. I wouldn't dare think of taking anyone else."
Nelly patted his chest, telling him he was a good boy as she left to put something together.
"Just make sure you package it to where it'll fit in my bags," he said to her. "I'm gonna take him out on the bike."
Carver said the words before he really thought them through. He wasn't sure if his boy was ready to take a ride with him yet. Could he trust Carver to protect him? Would he feel safe?
Some people looked at motorcycles and only saw death traps. They could spout out statistics about mortality rates and how it was foolish of men to trust the two wheels.
But Carver knew better. He knew the thrill that came with riding his motorcycle was like nothing else. He knew that being in control of the vehicle made him feel safer than when he was in a car completely surrounded by metal and glass.
On his motorcycle, he was damn near invincible.
When he made it back to the room, Gideon had slid on a pair of tights and hiking boots to go with the baby blue dress. It was adorable. Whereas he'd seen Royce do something similar, Carver never felt attracted to his friend. Gideon, however, held his full attention.
Carver's cock was aching. He wanted to stroke himself to the picture before him, but he figured it might be too much. Besides, he had told Gideon he was in full control of this, which meant Carver wasn't going to do anything to instigate stuff between them. Not until his boy told him to.
"Are you ready?" he asked Gideon after a moment of just staring at him.
Gideon smiled softly and approached Carver. He tilted his head back and moved onto his tiptoes. Carver didn't have to ask to know what he wanted.
Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to his sweet boy's lips. When he pulled back, he watched Gideon's face. The pure bliss he saw had his heart overflowing with love.
He wanted to keep his boy happy like that always.
He needed to.
It took all his strength not to lean down and press more kisses on his face. To trail his mouth down Gideon's neck and across his collarbone. To flip up his dress and prove to him that he did want him over and over again.
There would be time for that later. A time when Gideon would want more.
Taking Gideon's hand, Carver led him through the club. People turned and smiled at them, waving and seeming delighted that Carver had their little boss out and about.
There were a few wolf whistles, which made Gideon blush and tuck his head down. Carver could see the smile on his face though, as could the others. They gave their president waves and thumbs up.
He was happy to know they supported the pairing. Had they not, it wouldn't have changed his mind. It just made things easier all around.
When they got outside, he saw his saddlebags overflowing with packages. He shook his head and grinned. That Nelly. She spoiled him rotten.
Gideon froze eyes wide when they reached the bike. He looked from the seat to Carver and back.
"Are you scared?" Carver asked.
Gideon shook his head. "No, but the dr…dress," he stuttered out.
Carver laughed, pulling a helmet onto Gideon's head and strapping it down.
"The dress will be fine. You’re wearing tights, sweet boy.
Plus, when you sit down, you'll tuck it underneath your butt, and I'll be in front so no one will see anything.
You'll wrap your arms around me. The place we're going is secluded. "
Gideon's brow dipped at the news. He didn't ask any questions. Instead, with Carver's help, he climbed onto the bike and shifted so that Carver could get on next.
Feeling Gideon's arms wrap around him was everything he dreamed of and more. To feel his boy laying his head against his back was euphoria. Nothing could top it.
Carver would give anything for Gideon. He already had. He'd taken a man's life, destroyed Mordecai and her compound, given up his space in his club. He would do even more.
He'd promised Gideon that he wouldn't push for sex, had even offered his body in a way that he'd not done with anyone else.
Carver was always the one to top in a relationship.
Not necessarily because it was a demand of his, but his size and stature leaned in that direction.
The fact that he was going to let Gideon take that role was different. Unique.
Carver shook his head to clear the lusty thoughts from his mind as he revved his motorcycle and took off. The guys at the gate opened it for him, and he was off down the road.
He wondered if Gideon was taking it all in, feeling the breeze against his skin and embracing the rush that Carver would always get on the drive. Or was his boy terrified and gripping him tight because he was ready to get off?
He'd find out soon enough when they got to their destination. And if Gideon was truly scared, Carver would have Fury on the phone in a minute to bring a car down.
As he turned off the main road onto the path that they had cut out into the woods, he slowed down, making sure to take the bumps and grooves carefully. He drove until he couldn't go any further. Then he parked the bike and climbed off.
After helping Gideon down, he unlatched the saddlebags and used the strap he carried to make them into a shoulder bag.
He took Gideon's hand and started walking through the trees.
There was no clear direction in mind. The sun was starting to set, and he didn't want to get too far from his bike.
But he still wanted to present this piece of land to his boy.
It was where he had thought about building their home, where he had considered clearing out space, at least close by. If his boy liked this particular plot of land enough, he wouldn't disturb the forest. He could create a home that would allow him to experience it daily.
When they came to a small gap in the woods where the sun shone down on a patch of grass, Gideon squealed. He ran into it and spun around. The edges of his skirt rose, revealing his sexy ass even more.
Carver took a deep breath, then stepped into the sun too. Gideon shined brighter than the actual rays beaming down on them, and it made Carver fall further in love with him.
He had accepted long ago that that was what this was. It wasn't an infatuation or a desire to own Gideon like the other people in his life had. He truly loved his sweet boy. Truly wanted to be with him and experience life with him.
Carver set the bags down and opened one up. He moved the food onto the ground and unrolled the blanket tucked beneath all the packages. He spread it out, motioning for Gideon to have a seat.
As his boy watched, he laid out all the different options Nelly had packed. It was a variety of different things without a single focus on one in particular. He chuckled, realizing that it was all stuff Gideon enjoyed. Carver wasn't picky, so he didn't mind.
"Is this a picnic?" Gideon asked softly once Carver sat beside him.
Carver laced their fingers together, not wanting to be too far away from his boy. "It is," he said. "I wanted to spend some time with you. And you've said somewhere fun and safe, where you could be comfortable. I figured this would do.”
Gideon nodded, then got onto his knees and crawled over to give Carver a kiss.
Carver kept his hands to himself, other than where they were holding one another.
But then Gideon pressed harder into the connection.
His mouth opened, and it was obvious he wasn't sure what to do, but that he wanted more.
Carver pulled back just to make sure Gideon was okay. At his boy's quick nod, he dove back in, kissing him with fervor. He opened his mouth and pulled Gideon into his orbit, letting their tongues move together as he showed his boy exactly how to kiss.
He led by example.
As they kissed, time seemed to stand still and speed up all at the same time.
Carver used his free hand to pull Gideon closer.
His boy sank down on his thigh and wrapped both arms around Carver's neck as if he didn't want to let go.
They kissed and kissed, with Gideon's little body rocking forward as he sought relief.
Carver's cock ached as he longed to feel some type of relief. When Gideon pulled away to give a keening cry, Carver knew that he had made a mess of his underwear.
He smiled as he watched his boy ride out his euphoria. When he slumped down onto Carver's chest, Carver chuckled, "Wear yourself out, did you?" he asked, his hand pressing against Gideon's back, holding him close. He kissed his boy's forehead as Gideon hummed and nodded against his chest.
As Gideon moved his knees as if to adjust, his leg tapped Carver's erection. Carver groaned, then pulled back, not wanting to cause any issues.
But he should have known his boy would be too curious. Gideon leaned away, eyeing Carver,
"Can you show me?" he asked as he shifted back.