Chapter 4
Tom sat on the edge of the bed, watching nervously as Gabe laid out the ropes. He’d already stripped, and—remembering that disdainful “Sloppy,” from their first aborted session—draped his clothes neatly over the back of the armchair. This was going to be a very different session from the first, in a lot of ways.
Tom hadn’t meant to push himself to the point of damage that time, but he had thought about calling a halt and then swallowed it, not wanting to sour Gabe’s experience. Which had…nearly ruined Gabe’s experience. Tom wasn’t used to partners who valued his comfort so highly. Usually, when he said he could handle it, they took him at his word—and it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy the scenes. The bruises and lingering twinges that came from powering through discomfort were tot
