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“Hey,”
“Hey.” Kremy was distracted, pouring over some papers on the desk in the office, so he didn’t turn his head or look over. But he did raise an arm up, reaching behind himself as he turned a page.
Gideon smiled at the gesture of familiarity, an offering to come in closer. It was permission. An invitation. “D’you know what day it is?”
Kremy huffed, flapping his extended arm in impatience. “Why would I know that? When have I ever known that?”
“Well I thought you might remember today,” Gideon teased. “It’s a big day, man!” He stepped forward, bending down to press his face into the back of Kremy’s shoulder. Kremy’s hand looped around his neck, he tittered slightly as Gideon’s beard tickled the skin above his collar.
“Are you tryna get us caught?” Kremy scolded, but he didn’t pull away. Quite the opposite, actually. He put his pen down, and turned his snout to rub the corner of his jaw against Gideon’s face.
“Maybe.” Gideon kissed along a perfect line of scales that started at his neck, and ended near his temple. “Kinda hot thinkin’ about someone walkin’ in on us.” He leaned close to Kremy’s ear. “A lowly maintenance man takin’ the well dressed carnivàle owner for all he’s got. Makin’ him beg and scream. All them pretty vet-ay-mants layin’ on the floor.”
“Gods, what would they all say? Y’know this carnivàle is full of the nastiest gossips. You’ll never believe what that new beast tamer was tellin’ me.”
“I think most of ’em would be jealous,” Gideon drawled, his confidence building at how receptive Kremy seemed to be this afternoon. “They seen you struttin’ around. I bet more than half of ‘em are just as desperate as I was to find out what’s underneath that suit.”
“You’re crazy, Gid. With what you were wearin’ last night, ain’t no way anyone would be lookin’ at me if you were in the room.”
Gideon lit up at the complement, a flush of boy-like bashfulness heating the tips of his ears. He had worn his tightest shorts for fire breathing last night, when he’d looked in the audience he hadn’t seen him. But Kremy had been there like he’d promised, and now he was admitting he’d liked what he had seen.
“I dunno. I’ve never been able to take my eyes offa you, Kremy.”
Kremy tsked, but the noise was pleased. His hand raked up through the hair at the back of Gideon’s head, and held on, tugging a little. “What day is it?” he asked.
Gideon ignored his question, undoing the button of Kremy’s tail coat, and starting to feel him up. “Can’t keep my hands offa you neither. Gods.”
Kremy locked Gideon’s hands down between his elbows and his rib cage to stop them running rampant over his body, tugging harder at his hair. “I know it ain’t ya birthday. You just had one of those.”
Gideon chuckled. “That was months ago. Minus a week, coz you remembered late.”
“Exactly right. And you don’t know when my birthday is. So it’s not gonna be that.”
Gideon relented, squeezing him tight and whispering in his year. “It’s the equivalent of April first. Two whole years of runnin’ this thing.”
Kremy stilled, his elbows releasing Gideon’s hands. “You been keepin’ track, huh? Didn’t peg you for a sentimentalist, Gid.”
“Yeah maybe I been keepin’ track, among other things. To be frank, it’s hard to do anythin’ these days except touch you, darlin’.” He demonstrated, running his hands down Kremy’s sides and along the outside of his legs.
“Darlin’ now, is it?” Kremy’s words were breathless, his posture slumping slightly, legs spreading.
Gideon stilled for a moment. Fuck. Had that been too much? Damn him and his big old mouth. This wasn’t some girl he had picked up, this was Kremy. “Yeah, I—uh. Is that okay? If I call ya that? When we’re alone, I mean?”
“Yeah, I think I like it,”
“Good. I think I like you,” he admitted. His eyes were drawn to Kremy’s fastly developing hard on, it had twitched at his words. Gideon knew that a rush of slick had probably accompanied his cock out of him, soaking his silky underwear, begging to be lapped up.
“Really?” Kremy replied, “I couldn’t tell.”
“Damn, I thought you were s‘posed to be the brains of the operation round here.” Gideon started teasing the hands he had around Kremy’s waist down towards his belt, playing at the latch. “How ‘bout now? Startin’ to get the idea?”
“Uh… maybe…” Kremy nodded against the side of Gideon’s head. “Actually, it’s not…” his breath hitched. “Quite… clear…”
“How ‘bout when I do this?” Gideon grazed the outline of his dick through his pants, and Kremy shuddered. The cloth was on the edge of soaking through.
“Think I got a—a lil suspicion… can’t be sure though,” Kremy moaned, his tail trailing up the inside of Gideon’s calf.
“What’s it gonna take, darlin’?” Gideon whispered into the scales below his ear, kissing them sloppily as he started to rub his cock with one hand, the other reaching for the button at the top of his tail.
“Just have to… fuck me… until I catch on.”
“Gods.” Gideon was so excited to hear those words. This meant that this one time thing, that had become a sometimes thing, could maybe become an all the time thing. “I think that can be arranged.”