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it.” Shame his cock didn’t think the same. A steady pulse in his shaft beat to the thought of a threesome. He set his attention on Robert.
    Robert shifted on the seat and rearranged the creases of denim in his groin.
    Steve grinned. He wasn’t the only one uncomfortable in the trouser department. Perhaps he’d have to be a good little submissive and sort his Master out sooner rather than later. It was only fair. He’d had his fun.
    “What?” Robert asked, looking at him.
    “Nothing.”
    “It is something.” Robert leaned closer. “And it’s filthy. I can tell.”
    “How can you possibly tell?” Steve asked, knowing he was being bratty.
    “You forget how well I know you, everything, all of it. There’s no hiding from me, Stevie, or had you forgotten that too?”
    Steve pulled in a breath. No, he hadn’t forgotten how he’d laid himself bare for Robert in the past. He’d made himself vulnerable, naked, stripped of everything but his love and lust and desire for more. Robert had held him together, the bones of him, his raw flesh, every piece of him. Robert had worshiped and cared for Steve with everything that he was.
    The feeling had been liberating; it had connected him with himself. After teenage years hiding his homosexuality and finally coming out, Robert had shown him that he was beautiful just as he was.
    He let out a long, low sigh. It was good, this feeling of being back with Robert.
    They reached a quiet street just before the castle.
    “Let’s walk from here,” Steve said.
    “Really?” Robert asked.
    “Yes, really.” Steve looked out at the dark corners and alleys. “Perfect.”
    Robert raised his eyebrows, then, “Here will do, mate; what’s the damage?”
    The taxi driver indicated and drew up at the kerb. “Nine fifty.”
    “Here you go.” Robert shoved a tenner forward. “That’ll do us.”
    “Cheers,” the driver said, “have a nice night.”
    “Oh, we will,” Steve said, opening the door and hopping out onto the deserted, dark street.
    Robert climbed out and slammed the door.
    The taxi drove off.
    “So why here?” Robert asked, pulling Steve close.
    “Well, I know you’re raring to go,” Steve said, sliding his hands around Robert’s waist. “And since I’ve had my fun, I thought before we do any more problem solving for Carrick, perhaps I could help you out with a little problem of your own.”
    “And what would that be?” One side of Robert’s mouth twitched.
    Steve cupped Robert’s arse and ground their pelvises together. Their stiff cocks came into alignment.
    Robert released a guttural sigh. “You trying to earn yourself a spanking?”
    “Maybe.” Steve grinned cheekily. “But I was thinking more along the lines of relieving you of all this tension.”
    Robert tightened his grip on Steve. “This tension has been building up for a few months—are you sure you’re ready for it?”
    “Fucking all of it… Master.”
    A muscle flexed in Robert’s cheek.
    Steve pressed his hand over it. “It seems I really am yours again.”
    “Thank God.” Robert kissed him, hard, but only fleetingly, then, “You thinking what I’m thinking?” He jerked his head at a dark passageway.
    “Yeah.”
    “Good.” Robert took Steve’s hand, and after a quick glance around pulled him into the darkest shadows.
    It took Steve’s eyes a moment to adjust, but it wasn’t as dark as in the trees at the Doctor Who Exhibition. He could make out a big wheelie bin, and a doorway and a wrought iron gate with barbed wire over the top.
    He shivered—excitement and cold mixing together.
    “In here,” Robert said, tucking them both into the doorway.
    Steve leaned against him, needing his heat and his strength.
    “You know what I want,” Robert said, dragging his hands through Steve’s hair, forcing his head to tip back.
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Tell me?” There was a tremulous note of excitement in Robert’s voice. “Tell me what you think I want.”
    It turned Steve the