Act II
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As his arousal faded, George noticed sensations he had not felt before. The cloth over his eyes was wet and sticky. He had been crying without noticing it, and was still crying as he kissed the figure above him. A gloved hand held the side of his head, a finger trailing over his cheek.
“Shh. Dear boy.”
He heard Peter’s familiar voice say. The weight of his body disappeared as he lifted himself off George and a moment later George felt the object that was still vibrating monotonously inside him being removed. Peter bend over him and kissed him. His hand returned to the side of his head, playing with a few sticky hairs clinging to his face.
“Do you remember?”
George, half forgetting that he was no longer gagged, nodded. If his blindfold had been removed as well, he could have seen Peter smile.
“I took the liberty of telling your secretary to free up your schedule for the next two days. And I happen to know your wife is away from home this whole week with the children. So..”
Ever the dramatic, Peter let the implications of his words hang in the air for a moment before continuing.
“I can give you a sleeping pill, take you home and let you rest a few days, so you can try to figure out whether this really happened. Or..”
His eyes sparkled.
“Or you can stay here with me. Choose.”
George held his breath. His mind was a mess.
“What would you do to me?”
He found himself stammering. Peter’s answer sounded amused.
“You’ll find out if you stay. As I said before: you don’t really want to know.”
George swallowed. He had to ask Peter to let him go. He didn’t want any of this. He knew he had to ask Peter to let him go.
“I’ll stay.”
He heard his own voice but couldn’t remember having decided to say the words.
A moment later George felt a gloved hand press down on the inside of his arm. This time he expected the feeling of a needle plunging down.
The last thing he felt before all faded to darkness was Peter’s lips against his own.
Peter listened to he sound of rain crashing down on the roof of the car with unwavering intensity as the hours passed. He felt himself get tired and smiled with his eyes half open as he looked at the unconscious shape of the man next to him. George would have one hell of a headache tomorrow. And very little memories of the night before.
For a moment, Peter considered suggesting to George tomorrow that something had happened and using that secret between them to his advantage. Or reminding the boy of the filthy fantasies he had confessed this night, and using that.
But really, the other plan in his mind was far more interesting, for both of them.
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