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Gideon Grey was such a nervous wreck he didn't even feel like singing along to the Tim McClaw song --one of his favorites, in fact-- playing on the radio in his delivery van as he drove to the train station to pick up Allen. Normally he would be ecstatic to see the white wolf he'd been dating and staying with whenever he was in Zootopia to oversee the expansion of his bakery business, but there was something weighing heavily on his mind; he'd only been "out" for a short time, and even then only to a miniscule number of people so the chubby fox was worried having him come to his small home town, a place gossip seemed to spread like a fire in a matchstick factory, might lead to some questions he just wasn't ready to answer. Heck, he still, after almost two months of dating the man, staying at his place, sleeping with him in his bed, couldn't admit the full extent of their relationship to himself and call the guy his boyfriend! Allen, being his usual sweet and understanding self, had told Gideon at the very beginning he didn't mind leaving whatever they had undefined and without a label until the fox was ready, but he could tell it was starting to hurt the wolf's feelings a bit despite his best efforts to hide it.

He pulled the large, pink van, his bakery's name emblazoned on both sides, into the parking lot and removed the key from the ignition. He slid out and, zipping up his hunter green jacket against the chill of the Autumn evening, walked to the railway platform where passengers boarded and unloaded, smiling and nodding to his fellow Burrowians he recognized from his shop. He climbed the steps up to the broad, wooden platform build right beside the tracks and took a seat on a bench as he waited for the locomotive to pull up. He pulled out his phone, planning on spending the next 10 minutes until the train was supposed to arrive playing a game to relax himself, but instead almost dropped his phone to the floor in panic as he pressed the main button and he realized he'd accidentally left up a rather embarrassing adult image. Not just any adult image, either, but one of a more...uncommon subject matter.

Back when they first started dating, Allen, knowing very well the fox had never been with anyone before, had told him if there was anything at all Gideon wanted to try or experiment with all he had to do was ask. Up until now he'd been far too embarrassed by his particular kink to mention it, but he finally felt confident enough to admit to the muscular wolf exactly what he wanted. Just thinking about it caused a stir in his jeans, forcing him to promptly cross his legs in a way that in his mind practically broadcast his aroused state. Luckily there were only a few bunnies with him on the platform, and they were at the other end of the wooden structure.

About five minutes later the WHOOSH of air and the squealing of pneumatic brakes signalled the train's arrival and Gideon stood, hoping his wolf was the first off the train. He wasn't the first, second, or even 30th off the still-rumbling locomotive. The fox had a few petrified moments were he was terrified something had suddenly come up or something had happened to him when he finally stepped out of the open door. The chubby baker's breath caught in his throat like it always did upon seeing him after time had passed, always forgetting just how gorgeous he was. He was dressed simply for the trip, just jeans and a grey t-shirt that perfectly conformed to the muscles of his shoulders. He wasn't wearing a jacket like every other mammel there, but then he was an Arctic wolf and was probably loving the cooler weather. His icy-blue eyes, magnified slightly by a pair of black-framed glasses Gideon couldn't remember ever seeing him wear before, landed on the fox and a large toothy grin split his muzzle. Allen hurriedly sauntered over to where he was standing and took his shorter boyfriend up in a tight embrace.

"Mmm I've been looking forward to this hug for a week," Allen exclaimed, nuzzling against Gideon's neck.

The fox giggled nervously, painfully aware of the eyes on them, and hugged back quickly before gently pushing him away.

"Yep, me too Al, good ta see ya. Van's over this way," he said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder.

"Ok, cool!" Allen picked up his bag from where he dropped in to embrace the fox, "Lead the way."

"Those glasses new," the fox asked as they descended the wooden steps and entered the parking lot.

"No, they're an old pair. I ran out of contact lenses and forgot to order more, some I'm stuck with these ugly goggles for a while."

"C'mon now," he said, unlocking the passenger side door for the wolf and walking around to his side of the van, "they ain't ugly. Ah think they look good on ya, like Ah'm seein' a sexy lib'arian!"

Allen couldn't help but break out into belly laughs as they both climbed into the large delivery vehicle. "Sexy librarian? That's a new one for me."

"Ah find that hard ta believe," Gideon replied, backing out of parking spot and pulling onto the main road.

They spent the most of the 20 minute ride to Gideon's trailer chatting enthusiastically, catching each other up on what the past seven days apart had been like. As they drew closer to their destination, however, the fox couldn't help but notice Allen grow quieter, looking out the side window into the countryside despite the darkness.

"Slice o' pie fer yer thoughts," the baker said.

"Hmm? Oh, not really thinking about anything, just kinda weird how dark and quiet it is out here."

Gideon nodded," Bet it's a real change fer city folk like you, huh?"

"Yeah it is. I kinda like it though."

"Really," he asked, surprised.

"Yeah, nice change of pace."

They faded back into silence as the fox pulled up into his own little secluded piece of heaven; a trailer nestled back against the trees away from the road, no neighbors around for a couple miles. Both mammals let out groans as they removed themselves from the van and walked toward the wooden steps leading to the front door holding hands, the carpet of orange, red and brown leaves crunching underfoot.

"Nah Ah gotta warn ya," Gideon started cryptically as he stepped up and inserted his key into the door lock, "Ah ain't much of a housekeepa but Ah did ma best ta git thangs gud'n clean fer ya."

The door opened directly into a modest, sparsely decorated but very cozy living room. Instead of a table in the small area between living room and kitchen that would normally be considered a dining nook he had a desk, covered in business receipts, recipes and special orders. The small kitchen appeared to be spotless and decorated with a fruit motif. Despite being a bit shabby and unorganized, the inside of the trailer was about as clean as things get. The air smelled vaguely of various cleaning products and the apple-scented candle the fox had left burning on the coffee table.

"It's nice," Allen said.

"Welp, Ah know it ain't much, but it's all Ah need."

"It suits you," he said, planting a kiss on the fox's forehead, "it's comfy."

Gideon chuckled, "Hehe, Ah suppose so." He reached out a chubby paw and gently gripped the wolf's firm upper arm, "Can Ah show ya tha bedroom?"

A sly smirk appeared on Allen's face, "Of course you can."

They walked down a short hall to the left of the living room, past a small bathroom painted a soft shade of blue, into a wood-panelled room so small it could barely hold the double bed, one bedside table and battered dresser that were it's only furnishings.

Allen set his bag down in the corner formed by the dresser and the wall and wrapped his strong arms around the chubby fox, softly kneading his back and shoulders. Their lips met in a soft kiss, one they'd been waiting to share for seven days. Gideon placed a thick hand on the back of the wolf's white-furred neck and pulled him even closer, his tongue sliding it's way into his mouth and exploring it. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, Allen's hands moving to unbutton the fox's green plaid shirt.

Gideon broke off their deep kiss and looked up into the wolf's eyes. "Allen, can Ah ask ya sumthin'?"

"Of course, baby, anything."

"Well, um, remeber w-when ya said if Ah w-wanted ta try sumthin' Ah could jus' ask," he started twiddling his pudgey fingers like he always did when he was nervous.

"Sure, sure."

"Well, h-have y'ever been, um, y'ever been, t-tied up?"

"I have," he said matter-of-factly.

"Y-ya have, really?" The fox's beautiful blue eyes were wide open with surprise, and there was a certain stirring somewhere further south.

"Yeah, I had an ex once who liked to tie my hands behind my back and mount me. You want to tie me up, is that it," he asked as he teasingly ruffled Gideon's black-tipped ears. "Is my little foxy a bit kinky?"

Gideon blushed a deep, deep shade of crimson as an embarrassed smile broke out on his face. He nodded shyly.

Allen slid one hand onto the back of the fox's neck and one hand against the small of his back and pulled him close.

"Let's do it," he whispered into his ear.

In just a few short minutes later Allen found himself naked on his back on the bed, his arms and legs stretched out in an X position. His wrists and ankles were secured with lengths of rope, a layer of rags between the fiberous material and his flesh to help prevent ropeburn, and a blue bandana Gideon wore in his kitchen during the hot months to keep the sweat out of his eye acting as an effective blindfold. The fox, wearing nothing at all himself, absentmindedly played with his engorged member watching the wolf tug at his bonds, gratified to see he was already hard as well.

He climbed onto the bed and straddled the wolf's waist, making sure the slightly larger mammal's 7in cock nestled between his ample, round buttcheeks so he could give teasing, playful squeezes any time he felt like it. He leaned forward and delicately kissed the blindfolded man's black nosetip.

"Thank ya fer this," he whispered lightly into Allen's 3-times-pierced right ear.

"You're welcome," came the quiet respose.

He straightened back up and placed his paws firmly on the wolf's outstretched arms right under the elbow and began slowly rubbing and palpating the thick muscles there. Allen moaned softly as those massaging hands moved up his biceps and onto his broad chest, lightly squeezing his pecs and occasionally playfully stroking his hard pink nipples. From there he moved slowly down his ribs to rub his small tummy --which had grown a little bit since they'd started dating, but as Allen liked to say, 'such is the risk of dating a baker'-- for a few minutes before sliding right up the middle back to his chest. He gingerly wrapped his pudgey hands around the wolf's throat, lightly stroking the soft sides with his thumbs, his fingertips working the muscles at the spot right where his neck and the back of his skull met.

Gideon closed his eyes and savored his tender manipulations of such a soft, sensitive part of the wolf's anatomy. He could feel Allen's moans vibrate in his throat. He could smell his musk growing stronger. He had absolutely zero interest in hurting the prone mammel under him, yet he found himself intoxicated about having so much control over the bigger, stronger wolf.

"Who's ma good boy," he said without thinking, immediately blushing a deep shade of crimson. He desperately hoped he said that too quietly for the wolf to hear, but hear him he did, and his response made the fox's jaw drop.

"I'm your good boy, Sir," he moaned. That 'Sir' travelled from Allen's mouth to Gideon's ears and right down to his cock, which began leaking precum like a broken faucet all over the white-furred belly beneath him. Hearing the wolf respond in such a way emboldened the chubby baker to take things up a notch in intensity. He leaned forward and lifted his right arm, lowering until Allen's snout was forced into his sweating armpit.

"Sniff it, boy, nice'n deep."

Over the past couple of month, they'd discovered many things about each others' likes and dislikes, and one of Allen's likes was Gideon's musk so the fox had made sure he didn't put on any deodorant nor use soap when he showered earlier that day so he'd be good and ripe under the arms for him. The whimper, moans and enthusiastic snuffles coming from the wolf told him he appreciated the forethought.

His thoughts were shattered and suspiciously high-pitched giggles erupted from his mouth as a warm, wet, unexpected tongue dragged up the entire length of his underarm.

"Ah didn't tell ya ta lick," he said, straightening up again, trying to keep up his newly-found dominate persona despite the giggles still dribbling forth from his mouth. "That was notty, an' notty boys get punished."

The only question was how to punish? The very idea of hurting anyone, let alone the bound wolf under him he had such strong feelings for, made him feel sick, but what was said was said and he couldn't back down now. His eyes suddenly lit up as the perfect idea came to him! Something Allen liked to playfully do to him every chance he got.

He reached down to right under the wolf's bound arms and began wiggling his short claws in the sensitive hollows of his armpits.

"Ti-ckle ti-ckle ti-ckle, boy," he cooed teasingly.

The response was immediate and strong, Allen throwing his head back and letting out a howl of laughter.

"NOHOHOHO HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIRERERER!!!"

"No fair, is it," Gideon asked, "an' how exactly ain't it fair fer me ta tickle ya but ya can tickle me all tha dang time?"

"THAHAHAHAHATS DIHIHIHIHIFFERENT! IHIHIHIHI'M NOHOHOHOT THEHEHE ONE BEHEHEHEING TIHIHIHIHICKLED!"

"Ah know, Ah know," he said, voice dripping with mock sorrow, "tha world is a cruel place!"

He kept up the gentle assault for just a few more minutes --he wasn't trying to torture the poor wolf after all-- before stopping to allow Allen to catch his breath. Gideon affectionately rubbed the wolf's heaving white-furred chest. He'd broken out in a sweat.

"Now, is ma boy gonna be good?"

Allen slowly nodded. "Yes *pant pant* Sir."

"Good boy," he said before placing his other armpit over his snout like a muzzle, "now sniff, an' ONLY sniff."

The wolf did as he was told, whimpering and moaning as his sensitive canine olfactory senses were dominated by Gideon's heavy, spicy musk. He gasped loudly as the fox playfully squeezed and rubbed his rock-hard, dripping cock with his red and white-furred meaty cheeks.

"Please let me lick, Sir," Allen begged, thrusting up --as much as he could anyway with the hefty mammel sitting astride his hips-- against the teasing, round globes of Gideon's ass.

"Hmm, Ahdda know," Gideon said, acting as though he was deep in thought about it, "don't know if'n ya done anythin' ta deserve it."

"Please, Sir, I'll do anything!"

"Anythin', huh? Well now how could Ah turn that down? Go ahead, boy, lick away."

Allen muttered a breathy 'Thank you Sir' before he began liberally bathing the fox's musky pit with an eager tongue. Gideon had to quickly clasp the hand that wasn't holding him up to his muzzle to stifle the ticklish giggles that wanted to erupt from him like lava from a volcano. He handled the maddening sensations for as long as he good before he finally had to pull away from the teasing wet muscle.

"Ok," he said, still giggling, "Ah thank that's enough. Now Ah do believe ya said a little sumthin' 'bout doin' anythang, an' it's time ta pay up!"

Gideon lifted his bulky body up from the position he'd kept all throughout their play session so far, his knees groaning in protest at the move, and arranged himself on his back between the wolf's outstretched legs, head pointed at the foot of the bed. He hefted his thick, burly legs up on top of Allen and planted his heels on his chest so his pudgey paws were pressed against either side of his muzzle. He could feel the bound lupine's hard cock pressed against the backs of his thighs. He wiggled his plump toes against Allen's snout, making sure he ended up with the wolf's moist black nose right at their base.

"Like that scent, boy?"

Allen didn't like the scent of the fox's paws; he LOVED it! There was Gideon's usual foot odor, which would've been wonderful enough for him, but there was also the crisp and autunmial scent of the fall foliage they'd walked through that added a beautiful light sweetness.

"Oh yes Sir, thank you so much Sir," he moaned.

"Yer welcom, boy," Gideon said from the opposite end of the bed, "naw git ta lickin' 'em!"

Any words that may have followed his commands were replaced with moans and content sighs as the wolf lapped passionately at Gideon's tender, buttery-soft pawpads, his arms luxuriously crossed under his head as Allen's wet tongue travelled the full length from his meaty heels to the tips of his short, chubby toes. He couldn't stifle the helpless giggles he dissolved into as that tongue found it's way under his toes to taste the tiny pools of sweat that form at their bases and, incidentally, tease the hype-sensitive flesh there.

The chubby fox made up his mind that it he were going to be giggling and chuckling, Allen might as well, too! He extended both arms out towards the wolf's bound paws, the black pads slick and shiny with sweat, and lightly skittered his short claws against his soles. While he wasn't nearly ticklish as Gideon himself the response was still immediate and intense, though he still struggled gamely to continue his lustful licking despite his howling laughter. He squirmed desperately on the bed in an attempt to distract himself from the sensations, but all he accomplished was bringing Gideon's attention back to his rock hard wolfcock, coating the backs of the fox's thick red and white-furred thighs with precum.

Gideon took his left paw away from the cackling mouth and lapping tongue and bent his knee until it wound up pressed against the drooling member. Allen's cock practically sank into the fox's thick, buttery-soft pad, the mixture of saliva and sweat acting as the perfect lubrication as he stroked and rubbed the fleshy rod. The sound of heavy laughter and deep moans coming together like flour and eggs come together to create a fine cake was the single hottest thing Gideon had ever heard. He couldn't stop himself --nor did he really want to-- from lowering one tickling hand down to his own member and pawing himself off.

With only one paw being tickled, Allen's laughter subsided moderately and his moaning increased in volume and pitch as he came closer and closer to an orgasm. Gideon could feel his own climax arising himself, the intensity and eroticism of the session built to a near fever pitch, his fantasy even better than he'd ever imagined it could be. He jammed his big toe into the wolf's laughing maw as he pounded his cock and rubbed the other underfoot faster and faster.

"Suck it, boy, Ah'm so close!"

Allen, despite the teasing claws and the incredible stimulation lancing through his own genitals, immediately clamped his lips tightly around the pudgy digit and did his best to suck it as lovingly as he'd suck the fox's cock. He could tell from the way Gideon's back was starting to stiffen he was right there on the verge of his climax and he was right; less than a minute later his toes curled --including the one in the wolf's mouth-- and an orgasmic scream ripped through the trailer and would've undoubtedly bothered the neighbors, if there were any. As Gideon shot his load, which was heavy enough to practically drench his fluffy white chest in cum, he unconsciously pressed down firmly on the cock under his paw. That extra pressure was exactly what Allen needed and he let out a sharp howl as his seed coated the sole of the soft padded foot upon him.

For several minutes there was no movement except for the heaving of their chests and no sound but their heavy panting. Gideon was the first to recover, first reaching down and picking up his shirt from wear it lay on the floor to clean the jizz from his torso and paw, then going about the task of untying the bound wolf. He started with his ankles, tenderly kissing his toetips as he he worked on the knots, then his wrists. He removed his blindfold, revealing Allen's beautiful icy eyes, and kissed him. He could taste his own foot and pit sweat on his black lips.

Gid laid flat on his back and Allen rolled up onto his side so he could look up at him as he rested his head in the crook of the fox's arm. He nuzzled against Gideon's thick neck as he wrapped an arm over his still-moist chest.

"That was alot of fun," he said sleepily, kissing the fox's neck.

"'Twas! Thank ya so much fer agreein' ta it."

"My pleasure, and i'd be more than happy to do it again every now and then."

"R-really," he asked, stroking Allen's upper back.

"Of course! But if it's all the same to you, I'm kinda wiped for the night."

"Me too, baby, who knew ridin' a buckin' wolf could be so tirin'? Let's call it a night." ************************************************************************* Early morning sunlight streaming through his half-open blinds and splashing across his rounded face woke Gideon from his comfortable slumber. He looked to his right at the red glowing numbers of his clock to find it was 7:30am --he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so late, usually he was on his way to the bakery-- then looked to his left and smiled at the sleeping face of his wolf, softly snoring, still in the crook of his arm like last night. As gently and slowly as he could he removed his arm from under the lupine's head and slid out of bed, slipping on the pair of jeans from yesterday and a grey sweatshirt and stepped out into the main living area of his trailer, pulling the door lightly closed behind him.

As he brewed his morning coffee he pulled out his phone to make a quick call. He got the machine, like he assumed he would this early in the morning, and by the time he'd finished leaving his message he had a fresh pot of of the dark brown liquid waiting for him. He poured himself a mug -- with plenty of cream and sugar-- and went out his front door to sit on the wooden steps outside, his favorite morning spot. A stout autumn fog hung in the air. It would burn out soon enough but at the moment it transformed the foliage into orange and red blobs until the view in front of him resembled an impressionist painting.

He'd almost completely drained his mug when he heard the door open and close behind him. Legs --clad in ratty, worn black and grey plaid lounge pants-- appeared on either side of him. He leaned back against the broad bare white-furred chest of the wolf sitting behind him on the step right above the one he was sitting on. A pair of muscular arms crossed in front of him, snuggling him close. Gideon sighed contently in Allen's embrace, melting into him and closing his eyes.

"Mmm, mornin' baby. Sleep a'right?"

"Slept great," he said softly in the fox's black triangular ear.

"Me too. Ah got sumthin' ta talk ta ya 'bout."

"Shoot."

Gideon took a cleansing breath, nervously twiddling his chubby fingers again. "Well, ma Mama wanted me ta come over fer dinner tanight," he said.

There was a pause, and a definite stiffening of the strong body behind the fox, before Allen spoke. "Oh. Well, that's ok baby. You can go ahead, I'll just hang out here," he replied, sounding somewhat deflated.

Gideon's head dropped in shame. It hurt him to think he'd been treating the sweet wolf in such a way that made him think that's the response he was looking for, and it hurt even worse that Allen cared so much for him he'd go along without complaint. He gently stroked the muscular arms holding him with his fingertips.

"Act'ally, Ah told 'er Ah'd be bringin' a guest, if'n ya'd accept an invite from a silly ol' fox who really ain't been treatin' ya right."

A pause. "You don't have to do that for me."

"Yea Ah do, an' Ah need ta do it fer me. It's time Ah stop bein' such a coward an' be me...if'n ya'll stand wit me."

The fox couldn't be sure, but he could swear he heard a hitch in his voice as he answered.

"Gideon, I'd be honored." ************************************************************************** Gideon was sweating bullets despite the chill of the evening --and the constant comforting reassurance of Allen-- the entire ride to his Mother's. He'd only been able to build up the courage to come out to three people: the open-minded Judy Hopps; his best friend Travis, and that wasn't exactly planned or intentional as the weasel accidentally discovered some "sensitive material" under the fox's bed when they were still in high school; and Gideon's therapist, Dr. Lanolin, the sheep who'd helped him with his anger issues. As scary as all those had been this was far beyond any of them.

Growing up, his Mother had been the only constant in his life, his father having abandoned them when he was still brand new to the world. A string of potential replacement father figures followed, but his Mom had the unfortunate effect of attracting bums and the violent; Gideon couldn't count the number of times his Mother and he'd been beaten black and blue, a major contributor to his own bullying. Through it all she'd down everything in her power to make things work, sometimes holding down three jobs at once, to provide for him.

She was Gideon's hero, and the thought of losing her made him physically sick, but he just couldn't live a lie anymore.

They pulled into the gravel driveway at 6:30, but it was close to 7 before they exited the big pink van; Gideon needed a little more time to build up to what he was about to do, Allen softly stroking his paw and promising everything would be alright the whole time.

They stood in front of the door, the fox holding one of his famous blueberry pies for the desert he hoped they would reached, but before Gideon could knock to signal their arrival the wolf placed a paw on the back of his neck and gently pulled him into a soft kiss.

"Whatever happens, I'm here for you," he said, letting go a moving his hand down to conform to the concave swoop of the small of the fox's back.

Gideon took a deep breath, gave Allen a tiny smile, and knocked on the door of the tiny home. After a short wait it opened with a creak, unleashes a myriad of delicious smells and the image of a middle-aged fox, the fur on her muzzle beginning to go grey, dressed in a charming blue dress and a pink apron not unlike the one her son wore at the bakery.

A huge, friendly smile that made her face light up split her muzzle. "Hey sugar, Ah'm so happy ya'll could make it! Please, come in come in!"

Before either of the two men could speak a single word they were hustled inside the brightly lit and tastefully decorated living room of her humble abode.

"Well," she said once they were in, looking the wolf up and down and putting her hand out for a shake, "ain't you a tall glass'o water? Name's Mabel Grey, but ya can just call me Ma, e'eryone does!"

"I'm Allen, pleasure to meet you, ma'am. You have a beautiful home."

"Why thank ya y'ole flatterer! So how do ya know my son."

Allen faltered for a moment, thinking about what he could say that wouldn't give anything away as it wasn't his place to expose the nature of their relationship.

"We met in Zootopia. I'm a massage therapist and he came in with neck problems and we hit it off."

"Well," Gideon said, inserting himself into the conversation before Ma could respond, "thar's a bit more'n that ta it."

"Whaddya mean," Ma asked.

"Well, um, Mama, A-ah don't know e'actly how ta say th-this, b-b-but Allen's more'n m-ma friend." He moved over to the wolf's side and hooked his arm behind his back. "Mama, h-he's ma...b-boyfriend. We been datin' fer a couple months."

"Gideon," she started with a deadpan tone after several palpably tense moments of silence.

"Y-yea, Mama?"

Her face split into that beautiful grin once more," How couldja not tell me ya was datin' someone?! 'Specially such a cute someone!"

"W-w-wat," he exclaimed, shocked and confused, "ya mean y'ain't mad?"

"Why would Ah be?"

"'Cause Ah'm, y-ya know, gay!"

"Oh sugar," she said, stepping closer to him, "Ah've always known that."

"B-but, how?"

She kissed his forehead. "A mother always know. Now, Ah wanna hear all about it, but first Ah gotta finish up dinner. Ya can put that pie on tha table an' take a seat, Ah'll jus' be a minute."

She turned and went through a short hall to the kitchen, leaving her son gobsmacked. He faced Allen and noticed the delighted look on his face. "You called me your boyfriend," he said in a singsong voice, clearly so excited he was almost bouncing on his paws.

"Ah reckon Ah did, got somethin' ta say 'bout it," he said, trying to sound rough and aggressive, but the big smile --he felt as good as he'd ever felt in his life-- on his face killed the illusion.

"I do." He wrapped his arms around Gideon's wide waist, hands coming together at the small of his back, and pulled him close. "I have the best boyfriend ever."