Fabric against fabric. More rummaging.

Then: “My, who’s being spectacularly well behaved now? Trying to make up for being such a little prick tease, are you? We’re way past that point, I’m afraid. You’re not wriggling your sweet arse out of what I have planned for you.”

More movement, then Blake appeared in Aaron’s peripheral vision, and walked to stand in front of him.

Aaron’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

He was sure, after an evening’s teasing in the restaurant, he wouldn’t have too long to wait until he found out.

The circling—or was it stalking?—lasted a while longer, until Aaron was on the verge of squirming uncomfortably, or begging. Which, he was sure, was Blake’s intention.

Suddenly, Blake moved out of sight. Straining to hear, Aaron tried to figure out what his boyfriend was doing. He picked up the sound of a long zip being drawn open—Blake’s weekend bag, for a guess—then rummaging. A quiet exclamation from Blake—he’d found whatever he was looking for—then another, shorter zip. A small thud—something being put down.

Blake’s stockinged feet made zero noise on the plush carpet, so when he was out of Aaron’s sight, it was impossible to know precisely where he was. Especially since he changed direction a couple of times, popping back into Aaron’s vision from the same side he’d disappeared from it. It was all to disorient him, to put him on edge. And, despite the simplicity of the actions, it worked. Blake could be utterly unpredictable at times, particularly when he put his mind to it, which was what made their sex life so exciting.

Adding an extra layer of excitement was the fact that Aaron knew Blake had been planning this weekend for a while. The weekend away itself, the hotel, the location, weren’t a surprise—their work schedules meant that any time off together had to be organised well in advance and with almost military precision—but the posh restaurant had come out of the blue. So what else did the delectable Doctor Colville have in mind?

“Then dawdling as we walked back here from the restaurant. Bath’s a beautiful city, I’ll grant you, but I’m not sure you needed to study the architecture in quite that much detail. We’ve got all day tomorrow and Sunday to do that. I’d say all of that definitely puts you in the category of prick tease. Now,” his expression morphed into one of smug satisfaction, “the question is, what are we going to do about it?”

Aaron stayed quiet and didn’t move. From his place halfway between the door and the bed, he watched as Blake removed his smart shoes and jacket, stowing them tidily away before slowly circling Aaron. He felt like helpless prey being stalked by a predator—which was, of course, exactly what was happening.