“Well, then,” Tom said softly, from very, very close, “we should sit down and make up some checklists, then.”
* * * *
Gabe glared. “You know, when I was confessin’ my dark desires, I was not expectin’ paperwork to be the end result.”
Tom did not seem the least bit cowed by Gabe’s glowering. “Best way to make sure we pick fun things to do that we both want,” he pointed out. He made a shooing motion. “Go on, you’re more than halfway through.”
Gabe rolled his head from one side to the other, popping his spine. “Whoever made up these sheets has way too much time on their damn hands. Like, who th’ hell thinks ‘I’ll just shove a piece of ginger up my partner’s ass so he don’t clench up when I whip him?’” The description had been interesting, though; a whole host of punishment ideas that he’d come across on one site.