Conscious Decisions of the Heart by John Wiltshire Page B

I’ve been harassed, bullied, and manipulated into doing exactly what you want, whenever you want. Since when have I ever won a single argument with you?”
     
    “You’re just being―”
     
    “Go on. Name one instance. This’ll be fun. Turn into the skid!”
     
    “Don’t tell me how to drive on ice!”
     
    “I learnt to drive in Russia. It’s all ice! You’re from some place where drizzle makes the trains stop. Slow down, we’re coming to the road. Come on, I’m waiting.”
     
    “Well, I can’t think of one just like that.”
     
    Nikolas chuckled. “I say I don’t want a relationship with you, what did you do?”
     
    Ben winced. “Well, okay, that’s true. I kinda forced you into that―”
     
    “I told you to leave me when Gregory found me, what did you do?”
     
    “I stayed, but that’s―”
     
    “Shall I go on?”
     
    “Seriously? You’re going to keep this up all night? Shall I just stop and let you drive?”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    He did, and they swapped again. Ben couldn’t quite believe it. He sensed Nikolas glancing across at him but refused to acknowledge it. He turned, staring stonily out of the side window. He heard Nikolas chuckle. “So, basically, everything I have now, everything I am, I owe to you and your very misplaced belief in me. So, that’s why I’m taking you out tonight, to thank you for harassing, bullying, and manipulating me so beautifully all these years. That’s why I wanted to drive. I ’ m taking you out. Now, are you going to sulk all night or talk to me some more in Danish and make me laugh?”
     
    “ Sut min pik . How’s that?”
     
    “Oh, that’ll do very nicely. But I’m driving so maybe later?” Ben couldn’t keep up his sulk, especially when Nikolas added thoughtfully, “But you’re a passenger. You could sut min pik very nicely.”
     
    “You have to be kidding.”
     
    “I was. But now maybe not so much…” Nikolas took one hand off the wheel and pressed it into his lap.
     
    § § §
     
    Ben flicked a quick look around at the dark, snow-covered land, feeling as if all eyes were suddenly on them.
     
    “You’d crash…”
     
    “I assure you I wouldn’t. Have you suddenly gone shy, Benjamin?”
     
    “Well, Jesus, it’s a bit…tacky, isn’t it?”
     
    “I don’t know. I’ve never done it before? Have you?”
     
    “Bloody hell. No. But…” He pushed Nikolas’s hand aside and groaned softly at the hardness beneath the tailored suit. Very carefully, as if just taking a look but not committing himself to anything indecent, he eased down the zip.
     
    Nikolas breathed out and slid lower in the seat. Ben freed him. Then, unable to resist, unable to do anything else even if they did crash, he took him into his mouth. He heard something inarticulate from above and raised his eyes—Nikolas had his closed. “Fuck! Nik!”
     
    Nikolas shook his head, “No, it’s okay, I’m good,” and he pushed Ben back on, making use of Ben’s long hair to hold him down. Ben took it more slowly. The hold on his hair turned to stroking. He dragged his lips up to the tip of the rigid cock and swirled his tongue around, tonguing into the little hole then mouthed down again with tight lips to the base. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer; Nikolas was so hard it was like sucking on the handle of an axe, something had to give. It did. Ben stayed on, low and deep, swallowing. When he was sure Nikolas was done, he eased off and zipped him up. It wasn’t until he sat up that he realised they were stopped at some traffic lights. People were crossing in front of them, hurrying in the snow. Nikolas slowly turned his head to Ben. His pupils were so wide his eyes were almost black. He coughed lightly and nodded. “Good date so far.”
     
    § § §
     
    Ben always turned heads wherever he went. Nikolas was never sure if Ben noticed this or not. Nikolas always did. Now, however, as well as Ben’s beauty and incredible body, he had long, rumpled