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with the Pacific in sight; other times they headed inland
and submerged themselves in the wild, dry landscape of
tall eucalypt and gum trees surrounded by stunted
bushes and sunburned grass.
This holiday was turning out to be more than
David expected. Scott was more than David expected.
Warm, honest, and easygoing, he never tried to control
what they did and how they did it, but seemed content
to allow David to go at his own pace and to explore
and enjoy as the fancy took him. Scott was certainly not
like anyone David had ever known, and David knew he
was going to miss him when he had to go back to
England. Glancing over to the man walking at his side,
David wondered if Scott would miss him when he left,
or did Scott think of him as nothing more than a
convenient body to play with. Adversely, that reminded
David of his earlier thought about Scott finding someone
else to try the handcuffs on, and regardless of him not
wanting to discuss the matter, he couldn t help the
question that had niggled since he d found them in
Scott s bag.
Why handcuffs? Why not leather or rope?
Scott stumbled and stopped abruptly, looking at
David with surprise. What?
I was just wondering what made you choose one
type of bondage over another.
What are you thinking about the handcuffs for?
How can I not think about them, considering
they re in your bag and you would have thought of using
them on me?
Ah shit, Davey, don t. Scott quickly pulled
David to him, holding him as if afraid that David would
suddenly start running and not come back. I ll dump
them, okay? I ll chuck them in the bin, and you won t
have to feel intimidated by my having them. Scott s
tone was so sincere that David couldn t help but bask in
the knowledge Scott would do that for him, but he
shook his head.
No, Scott, you don t have to get rid of them for
me. Anyway, that wasn t why I was asking about them.
I just wanted to know why hard metal instead of soft
leather.
Um& Scott was blushing again, and where
Scott had thought it was adorable on David, David
thought that on Scott it looked sexy. He grinned and
pulled Scott s head down for a quick kiss.
Don t worry about it. It s not like I m actually
going to be trying them out. But even as he said it,
some part wondered if it wouldn t be so wrong to give
Scott a chance to put those restraints to use. Thinking
about it, he suddenly realized what a shit he d been by
flat-out refusing Scott when everything Scott had done
for him had been aimed at giving him pleasure. Feeling
guilty, and knowing he should try to make amends, he
was halfway to fashioning a tentative offer when a
strong, deep pain rolled through his stomach. Thrown
off-balance, he clutched at Scott and then groaned as a
second, stronger pain ripped through him.
Davey! What s wrong?
Thinking back to what he d just eaten, David
almost started to cry. Not this, please not this! Dizzy
and completely at his body s mercy, he glanced up at
Scott. I m gonna be sick. He d barely got the words
out when his stomach heaved and, unable to help it and
with mortification already burning through him, he threw
up all over Scott.
Fuck!
Expecting the exclamation to be one of disgust,
David was surprised when Scott didn t push him away,
but held him gently until the heaving stopped before
helping him to sit on the nearest bench.
Are you all right? Scott knelt in front of him,
pushing the damp hair away from David s forehead.
David tried to nod, but his stomach rebelled at the
thought of doing anything but sit there. He took in a few
deep breaths and that seemed to help, but then another
wave of bruising nausea had him emptying out the rest
of his stomach s contents.
I don t think that hot dog was too good, David
managed to mumble while holding on to Scott with one
hand and his dignity with the other. Why him?
Seriously, why him?
I ate one. Scott s statement didn t really help; it
just proved the Gods were not on David s side.
By the light from the overhead streetlamp, it was
easy to see Scott s pale blue eyes shining with concern,
a concern, which though gratefully received, wasn t
really warranted. He d had experience with food
poisoning before and knew the bouts of vomiting were
going to hit him for about a couple of hours and then
he d be okay. But he couldn t stay here for that length
of time. Scott was going to have to get him back to their
hotel room. Just the thought of traveling in the car had
David feeling sick on two levels. He couldn t risk
puking all over the leather upholstery.
Can you get me a bottle of water and one of
those giant popcorn holders or something? I m gonna
need something to sit on my lap.
Yeah, of course, babe. Scott leaned forward
and placed a small, gentle kiss on David s head and
then stood up. Don t move, okay?
Don t worry. I don t think I can just yet. As
Scott took a few steps away, David called out to him.
Scott, you d better do something about your T-shirt.
Scott looked down at the mess David had made and
gave a slight grimace. He gingerly peeled it off and
stuffed it into a ball, then taking a final glance in David s
direction, set off back to the cinema.
David stayed sitting on the wooden bench in
abject misery, his stomach still rolling, his head now
hurting, and humiliation eating at the rest of him. Could it
get any worse than this? Getting lost and running out of
fuel was one thing. Being spooked by a wild animal and
getting spied on by some sex-starved teenager was
another. But throwing up all over Scott was in a
completely different league altogether. It was in the
stratosphere of the worst things he could have ever
done. He knew none of this was his fault, not really.
Most of the time he had absolutely no control over what
happened to him, but sometimes like now, he felt guilty
and worthless, and he understood why others treated
him as an object of ridicule. So far Scott hadn t, but
that could easily change. That thought was followed by
a groan as his stomach attempted to bring up something
that was no longer there. Doubled over he was barely
conscious of Scott s return.
Sweetheart? You okay?
Reaching out to grip Scott s hand, David hung on
while waiting for the spasm to stop. Scott squeezed his
hand back and, when David nodded, passed him the
bottle of water.
We need to get you into bed. Slipping an arm
around David s waist, Scott helped him to stand. David
leaned into him, not trusting his legs to keep him up
properly. Scott s skin was warm and moist, and he was
breathing a little hard as if he d run to get back. He d
also ditched his T-shirt, which made David feel even
more ashamed than he already was.
I m sorry.
What for? It s not your fault.
I m still sorry.
The sudden grin Scott gave him should have
warned David, but under the circumstances he
reckoned he could have been forgiven.
I ll let you make it up to me.
Rolling his eyes, because it wasn t funny, David
nevertheless couldn t stop a small laugh. Got anything
in mind?
Scott s squeeze around his waist wasn t what
David needed right then, but he definitely wasn t going
to protest considering it was Scott who was holding him
up. They got to the car without further incident, but
David was forced to use the bucket more than once on
the short ride back to the hotel. Once there, Scott
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