Chapter 25 Gabriel
GAbrIEL
This turned out to be a surprisingly beautiful wedding.
I’d been to family weddings with my parents when I was younger, but this was a totally different experience.
Most of my friends, aside from Lucas, were unmarried, still playing the field and having fun.
This was the first wedding I’d attended as an adult, and with a boyfriend I was almost positive I was in love with. It was a lot to process.
I had chosen a seat on Benji’s side for the ceremony so I could see Margo’s—and, more importantly, Taylor’s—face. If I had let my mind wander a little bit as Taylor made his way down the aisle, imagining that I was the one standing at the end waiting for him, no one had to know.
When his eyes caught mine, I stopped breathing.
Maybe that was the reaction I was supposed to have for the bride, but I was more invested in her Man of Honor.
Margo looked stunning in an ultra-modern mesh dress with a full skirt and sexy geometric panels.
When I glanced over to look at Benji, he wore the biggest smile and was fighting back tears.
I’d met Benji for the first time last night at the rehearsal, but it was impossible not to feel the love between them when they shared their vows. Taylor had tears streaming down his face as he looked at his sister. It seemed like he was as overwhelmed as I was, but probably for a different reason.
After Taylor’s speech was finished, I was ready to get the party started and help my man relax. He’d done so much to make this day perfect for Margo, and he needed to let loose. Of course, I was the man for that job—instigator of shenanigans reporting for duty.
As soon as I got the chance, I pulled him out onto the dance floor.
Dancing with Taylor was forever going to be one of my favorite things. It reminded me of our first date, except this time, I didn’t have to wonder if he’d kiss me. I could go ahead and kiss him myself, which I did. Often.
When the family with young kids had left, and the older family members had said their goodbyes, the party truly got started.
Kai was there, and hilariously, so were Elie and his partner, who must have been friends of Margo’s.
Since she and Taylor were both queer, most of their friends were too.
We basically turned the after-party into a gay club, and I was here for it.
My hands were all over Taylor as I ground my hips against him.
I’d been watching him be sexy, sweet, and so strong through the wedding weekend.
He’d worked so hard to make this weekend amazing for Margo, and it had gone off without a hitch.
As far as I was concerned, the man deserved a reward, and I had come prepared.
I licked up his neck, and I could feel the vibration of his groan against my tongue. We’d both lost our suit jackets and ties.
If we were going to make this a gay club dance floor, I was going to pull one of the classic gay club moves. Enough of all this lovey-dovey stuff. It was time for orgasms and a distinct lack of pesky feelings.
“Come with me,” I leaned in to say to Taylor before grabbing him and pulling him into a small supply closet I’d scoped out earlier.
As soon as we were inside, I pushed him against the door.
“What are you doing?” Taylor whispered.
“You’ve done so much today.” I slowly dropped to my knees in front of him and raised my hands to his belt. “I figured you deserved a treat. You’ll have to be quiet, though.”
I started on his buckle, and Taylor was breathing hard as he looked down at me. I felt like the most powerful man in the world. The music pounded in the room down the hall, but it was muffled in the closet as I slid his open pants down over his thighs, revealing his beautiful cock.
He hardened under my tongue as I licked up his length. The burst of salty precum on my tongue made me moan, and I couldn’t help taking him to the back of my throat. I didn’t want to make him come, but I wanted to bring him right to the edge. I wanted him to be as wrecked as I was.
I bobbed my head and twisted my tongue until he was thrusting into my mouth, and I couldn’t help unbuckling my pants to relieve the pressure on my erection. But when his thighs vibrated under my hands, I pulled off.
“Gabriel.” Taylor groaned above me, and I loved the sound of my name all ragged and strung out.
I stood up and pressed him against the door, taking his mouth in a passionate kiss.
We made out, tongues tangling, cocks pressed against each other with only my briefs between us until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I reached into my back pocket to pull out the condom and packet of lube and thrust them into Taylor’s hand before dropping my pants and turning to brace against the storage shelves behind us. He gasped as I spread my legs.
“I need you to fuck me, Tay.”
I felt his hands knead into my ass, spreading my cheeks, and he swore.
“Goddamn, you’re so sexy. Have you been like this all day?” Taylor said in awe as he traced the top of the butt plug he’d discovered.
“I snuck away before the reception. Hurry up and get inside me.”
His fingers pressed against the plug, and I arched my back.
I could hear the tearing of the condom packet and then the lube. Taylor gently pulled the plug out of my ass and grabbed a roll of paper towels from over the top of my head, presumably to wrap it up before it thudded to the floor. Finally, I felt the pressure of the head of his cock at my hole.
“Taylor,” I whined as I tried to push back against him, and he held my hips in place.
“I’m right here, angel.” And then, he was pushing inside me.
I pressed my mouth into my forearm to muffle my moan as his hips met my ass. He leaned over me and wrapped his arms around my middle, nuzzling his face into the back of my neck and kissing my shoulder blades.
There were moments when it felt like Taylor was holding me at a distance, afraid to get too close, but when we were together like this, it was like he couldn’t get close enough.
He was such a tender lover, which shouldn’t have surprised me, knowing his personality—always wanting to give and give and never take—but I lived for the moments when his control slipped, and he couldn’t help but meet those base needs.
I squeezed around him, urging him to move. “Come on, baby. We have to get back out there before someone comes looking for us. Fuck me like you mean it.”
“So bossy,” Taylor muttered as he slid back slowly.
“Occupational hazard of banging a vers dude.” I chuckled. “Sometimes we can’t help topping from the bottom.”
He huffed a laugh as he entered me again with a quick thrust, and I moaned.
“Yes, more, baby.”
One of his hands left my hips and ran up my spine, pushing my shirt up with it. He grabbed a large handful of my hair and pulled my head back.
“Hold on, and be quiet,” he whispered before he started thrusting into me with abandon.
Once he started nailing my prostate, it was almost impossible to keep silent.
“Shhh,” Taylor said, and then he slipped two of his fingers into my mouth. I sucked on his fingers eagerly, feeling so full of him everywhere.
“Fuck, I’m so close.” He groaned against my back. “You’re too sexy like this.”
I was teetering on the edge of orgasm when I felt Taylor surge inside of me and let out a quiet gasp as he came.
He was much better at being quiet than I was, but then again, I was the one being railed.
I desperately needed friction on my dick, but I was afraid I would collapse if I removed one of my arms from the shelves.
Taylor pulled his fingers from my mouth and released my head.
“Spit,” he said, holding the hand I’d been sucking on in front of my mouth.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, spitting on his hand.
He slicked my cock with spit and stroked me, his other hand gripping my chest, pulling me up against him. I could barely stand, but he supported my weight as he jerked me off. His body was so firm and strong, and his soft grunts in my ear finally tipped me over the edge.
“Taylor,” I practically shouted, immediately covering my mouth. My cum covered his hand as I came and dripped onto the concrete floor of the storage closet.
“You are terrible at being quiet,” Taylor said affectionately as he held me, and we both came down from the high.
“Have you met me?” I arched an eyebrow.
He laughed as he bent down to grab the roll of paper towels, using them to clean off his hand, wipe me down, and dispose of the condom.
“Sorry,” he said. “I know paper towels are kind of scratchy.”
“Eh, it’s better than going back out to the dance floor all sticky.” I smiled as I pulled up my pants and rearranged my shirt. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.”
Shy, blushing Taylor was back in full force as he tucked his chin to his chest and smiled. Once he was dressed again, I pulled him into a hug, covering his face in soft kisses.
“Ready to get back out there?”
He huffed. “I think I’ve met my extrovert quotient for the next year. I don’t want to talk to another person but you and Kai for at least a month.”
I couldn’t help grinning that I’d made the shortlist. “What about Margo?”
“Oh no, I don’t want to hear about her wedding night or her honeymoon or her matrimonial bliss anytime soon,” Taylor said, cringing. “That woman has no filter, and there are some things I don’t want to know about my sister. I’ll talk to her after tax season is over.”
I laughed, unlocked the closet, and after glancing both ways to make sure we were clear, I dragged him back to the dance floor.