Snafu

Harmony - Part 3

Over dinner, there was a new tension between them. Every time Cole stole a glance at Gideon, he was already watching him. And the same seemed to happen in reverse. Rather than look away, they would hold eye contact, food forgotten, each letting the other search for whatever they were looking for. And then they would look away again.

Cole was still reeling from their conversation, pushing his food around on his plate in utter disbelief that they were sitting here having dinner like normal. He looked up and found Gideon staring at him. He wanted to push the food out of the way, crawl over the top of the table, and jump his bones.

"I'm going to be at the Macintyre Street Office all evening." Gideon held his eyes, wiping the corner of his mouth with his napkin.

Cole set down his fork and stared back. "What?"

Gideon stood up and came around the table to kiss Cole on the top of the head. "Make sure to let James know."

"What?" Cole leaned away and looked up with a frown.

"Keep informing him," Gideon instructed. He turned to go into the foyer and open the coat closet, continuing to talk over his shoulder. Before he grabbed his coat, he pulled a small white plastic bag out of it, and walked it back over to Cole."Ezra would never take your word over James's, and neither would my mother, so the only thing we can do is wait for him to make a move to prove it to them."

Cole took the bag and peered inside to find a brand new phone, still neatly tucked in the box. "But—"

"Don't worry about me." Gideon shrugged his coat on and started doing up the buttons. "Now that I know for sure what's going on, I can take precautions. I'll be fine. You need to think about your dad. I don't have the pull that James does inside the prison system. I'll figure out a way to handle that, but it might take me some time."

Cole stood up and leaned in the doorway to the foyer, watching Gideon grab his wallet and keys, then the gun from the side table. "Okay. If you're sure."

"I'm sure." Gideon stepped toward him and curled a hand around the back of his neck to hold him steady as he leaned in for a kiss. Then he pulled back just enough so that his words would brush against Cole's lips. "James won't make a move on me at the office. He'll wait until I go out. Tonight should be pretty light, so I'll be home at a decent time. You should wait up for me."

Cole pressed their lips back together with a hum. "Okay."

When he went into the room after Gideon left and looked from the TV to his sketchpad to Catch-22, he felt like his eyeballs might pop out of his head because they were so dried out and sore from crying all day. So, he tucked Gideon's note from that morning into Catch-22, poured himself a huge glass of water to continue rehydrating, and turned on the shower. Afterward, he curled up in bed and spent a long time in bed prepping himself for Gideon to return.

For the first time in days, his body relaxed completely. Even though the situation was still far from resolved, now that it was in Gideon's hands, he felt like everything was going to be okay. The tension drained from him, and his mind finally eased as well. Soon enough, he fell asleep.

He woke up to a dark room, cool air where the sheets had been pulled from his body, and fingers trailing up the back of his leg. They dipped into the crevice between his thighs and cupped beneath his ass, finding him still slick with lube, as intended.

"I thought I told you to wait up for me," Gideon rumbled. "It looks like you had your fun and went right to sleep."

This bastard. Cole was just making sure to be ready to welcome him home. He parted his legs a bit and canted his hips back. Gideon's finger slid inside of him, and he sighed into the pillows. "Fuck," he moaned, voice scratchy as hell, "I've got to pee so bad."