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“What do you think?”

Heat climbed Andrew’s neck, his own clothes suddenly suffocating. “Do you want me to come over there?”

“No, Andrew,” Ford's voice dipped lower. “I want you to come right where you are.”

Andrew hardened from Ford's voice alone.

“Maybe a better view is in order. That ledge looks wide enough. Why don’t you stretch out on it for me?”

This was a terrible—wonderful—idea. They were alone. On separate rooftops. There was no threat, no danger. And Andrew couldn’t deny the shot of heat that pulsed down to his groin.

He sat on the ledge, scooting back to lean against Bruce, their lone witness, and spread his legs, resisting the urge to touch himself, though he didn’t try to hide the way the fabric between his legs was starting to strain.

Ford looked at that telling sign, at how hard Andrew was growing from nothing more than his intense gaze and teasing words, and then flicked his eyes to Andrew's face. "I am going to tell you what to do, and I expect you to follow my instructions exactly."

“Or what?” Andrew challenged.

“Or I’ll have to come over there andspankyou.”

Andrew choked back a whimper. That should not sound appealing, but he was already so hard. He’d needed to get off that morning, and another round sounded amazing, even if it was by his own hand. He deserved something out of the cat and mouse they’d played today, didn’t he?

Shifting his hips, he let his legs drop open another inch. "What do you want me to do?"

"Stay like that." Ford squared himself facing Andrew at the edge of the other roof. "Take off your jacket. Then start to undo your shirt. Slowly. Don’t do anything more until I tell you to."

Shrugging the jacket from his shoulders, Andrew let it pool around him and reached for the top button of his shirt. Slowly, as asked, he undid one and then another, hesitating when he got to his navel. "Do you… think anyone can see us from all the way up here?"

"Anything is possible, Andrew. Feeling shy? After this morning, I got the impression you liked living dangerously."

Andrew swallowed but kept his eyes on Ford, who was rapt with attention on everything he was doing. Once his shirt fell open, he hovered near his belt.

“Take it off. Then unzip.”

Andrew obeyed. His cock was still trapped within the confines of his slacks, but it was obvious he had nothing on beneath.

"No underwear?" Ford asked smugly.

“They got a little wet this morning. I didn’t have another pair.”

“We’ll make an even better mess this time.” Ford snickered. “Won’t we?”

With a bite of his lip, Andrew nodded. He wanted to pull himself out, felt pained by the pressure, by how much he needed to be free, to be touched, but Ford hadn’t given him an order to do that yet. His mind buzzed with all the things Ford might ask of him, and the last thing he wanted was to interrupt that.

“You want to touch yourself, don’t you?” Ford asked.

Andrew nodded again.

Ford’s eyes took in his bare, revealed chest, his hips, hands twitching at his sides to touch something, anything, and the bulge still somewhat hidden. “My only regret about this morning is that I didn’t get to see you. Show me.”

The quick dart of Ford’s gaze to Andrew’s eyes, holding there, watching him, before he glanced again to Andrew’s hand reaching into his slacks, shot another pulse between his legs. Andrew pulled himself free, careful around the edges of the zipper, and held himself for Ford to see—who looked at him so hungrily, out in the open, on a rooftop, where anyone could easily see what they were doing—and then Andrew dragged his thumb down his length.

“Stop,” Ford ordered, jerking Andrew to a halt as he looked up at the sharp tone, only to see Ford soften. “I didn’t say you could do that yet. Wait to be told, or you’ll ruin the game.”

Stilling his hand, Andrew calmed any burst of frustration and waited.

“Good boy. You do this right and next time you can call the shots again. Anything you want.”

Yes,Andrew thought—butno, shit, he should not be planning another ‘next time’ when he shouldn’t be allowing this time, shouldn’t have allowed this morning, or a first time! But the flutter of desire in his belly was too strong.