Chapter Six
The Estate
After Dark
Eight P.M.
Yeah, unfortunately, he had a runner, and there was no shock there after everything that had happened. Gamble knew from the deaths that had been in his own family that it was absolutely normal to want to run.
So, while he searched the parent’s bedroom, he gave Poe his space to decompress.
The man was hurting, and what he needed was a few minutes to catch his breath and work through the pain. Being in the room wasn’t going to help him if he wasn’t mentally ready to face it down.
He’d learned that from Poe.
Unfortunately, he didn’t find anything that would help them get out of there quicker. The room search had come up a bust.
This was getting frustrating.
Now that he was done invading the privacy of two dead people, it was time to take care of Poe. What he needed was his full attention, so that he could help him work through what was to come.
Tomorrow was the wake, and he knew Poe was going to struggle with it.
How could he not?
Gamble had been there and done that himself not that long ago.
Since his man hadn’t eaten since lunch, Gamble wanted to start there. He’d feed his body, and then work on his heart. So, he headed down to the kitchen and rooted around in the refrigerator.
It.
Was.
Massive.
Inside were all kinds of things, and he was pretty sure they were the prep for tomorrow’s wake and cocktails after to celebrate Poe’s dukedom.
So, he left them alone.
Instead, he went with something simple. He wasn’t a chef, and he could only make basic things. If Poe wanted gourmet food, he was definitely out of luck when it came to that.
Only, Gamble remembered all of the times that Poe fed him when he was struggling, and that simple act of kindness made all of the difference to him.
So, he’d try.
Because all that he could muster was a simple meal, Gamble went with the most logical thing in his cooking repertoire.
Eggs.
It would fill Poe up, and keep him going. Today, he picked at his toastie and soup, sharing half with Gamble.
It was time to feed him.
Moving around the kitchen, he made his man an omelet and some toast. It was kind of sad that he couldn’t do much more for him, but this simple meal would get some nutrition into his body so he could fight another day.
Looking at his watch, he’d spent enough time away from his man, and now, he had to get back to him. All that was left was making something for Rufus.
Thankfully, that was easy.
When he found a steak in the fridge, he swiped it and put it on a plate. He still owed the dog for what happened to him back in the States when he left him behind.
This would be part of making up for it.
Carrying the plates upstairs, he found his man on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
It was crystal clear that he’d been crying. Not far away, Rufus was watching him and on self-imposed guard duty.
Yeah, he loved that dog.
“I got it from here, buddy,” he said, as Rufus saw food and headed his way. It was an awkward jump to the floor, but he made it.
When his steak was put on the floor, the dog had a new fixation.
And so did Gamble.
Heading toward Poe, he put the food on a little table not far away, and went to deal with the pain his mate was carrying.
“Hey,” he said, sitting beside him to lovingly brush some hair from his forehead.
“I’m sorry,” Poe whispered. “I thought I could do it, but I saw his glasses and...”
Gamble kissed him.
That one act helped chase a little of the chill from Poe’s body.
“Baby, it’s okay. A wise doctor once told me that it takes time to get past the damage. You’ll be okay after that wound heals. I’ll do the search on my own when you can’t. Don’t worry about it. You just heal, and take as much time as you need.”
Poe looked over at him.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he said. “I have moments where I’m okay, and then the pain comes back. It’s overwhelming.”
Oh, Gamble was well aware.
He’d been in that same boat.
At first, it was all pain, and then, it was moments of stark terror of flashbacks of his daughter dead in the tub followed by numbness.
To that day, when he closed his eyes, he still saw her lifeless body floating in the water, eyes open, staring up at him in condemnation.
The dreams eventually stopped, but the reality never went away.
So, he understood.
This was exactly why he didn’t want Poe viewing his parent’s bodies. The bullet holes and skull damage weren’t something he’d ever forget.
He’d protect him and be his shield for as long as he could.
Poe could feel Gamble’s fingers twined with his, and he was drawing from his strength.
He felt so empty.
“I should know how to fix me, but I don’t know how to do that. I’m struggling. It’s like my brain stopped functioning, and that confuses me since I know how to help others.”
Gamble was honest, and as someone who lived through insane loss and devastation, he told Poe the cold hard facts.
“You’ll never ‘fix’ you, Poe. That damage isn’t fixable. It’s always going to be there. At some point, the mourning stops, and the healing begins. I still have moments where I want to cry and hide. That’s normal. You told me it’s how you deal with those moments that matters.”
He was right.
Poe had told him that.
“I thought I was stronger.”
“No one is stronger than trauma, Poe. We just have to learn to live with it. You will be okay. That I can promise you. I’ll fill those empty spaces with love, and we’ll move on together, getting each other through it. We’ll find the crypto key, and we’ll live happily ever after. The road might have obstacles, but as a team, we’ll get through it.”
Poe said nothing.
It was clear that Gamble needed to get him through this because deep down, he still needed Poe to be his compass through his own grief.
Three months did not completely heal a person. Like he said, there were days he still struggled.
“That’s another moment when I knew that I had fallen in love with you,” Gamble admitted.
Poe was confused.
“Pardon?” he asked, thinking he missed part of the conversation due to dwelling on his pain.
He explained.
“It was that first time that I was struggling to really get back on my feet, and you stared into my eyes and told me that it would be okay because you would be there with me. No one was ever there for me before. You were the first person that wanted to keep me safe. You were my first protector. There are days I need your protection still, but I knew real love when you supported me.”
Poe stared into his eyes and knew he needed to be stronger than he was—not for him, but for this man. Gamble still needed him. So, he found a reason to keep fighting. Poe found a reason to heal.
Gamble would always be that reason.
Two broken people would make one whole one.
So, he sat up, and touched the man’s face.
“I love you. You’re right. We’ll navigate this together. My parents wouldn’t want me crying and in pain. They’d want me fighting to get them justice and for Hemmingway too. I’m the last Gordon, and they’d want me to live. My father would have loved you,” he admitted. “He had the utmost respect for soldiers. The day Hemmingway got the Victoria Cross, he cried like a baby. You’re just as decorated.”
He touched his face too.
“I wish I could have met him. Clearly, though, not your mother. She wouldn’t have cared for me.”
He stopped him.
“She would have, but she’d preferred you had a uterus to give her babies.”
He laughed.
“Well, I mean, you can buy anything on the black market.”
That he was trying to make him laugh meant the world to Poe.
“I kinda like you having a dick, so pass.”
Poe kissed his man, and it was sweet and filled with tenderness. They both needed it. Gamble was only a few months into his journey to heal.
When Poe broke that mating of mouths, Gamble was grinning.
“Speaking of dicks…”
It made Poe laugh even more.
“Well, I’m available, and here we are on a bed…”
While Gamble would love nothing more, he knew that he had to feed Poe’s soul and body equally.
“That’s on the menu later. For now, I made you something to eat. It’s not fancy,” he began, and was promptly stopped.
Poe wasn’t letting him diminish anything he did for him. It was all welcomed and appreciated. It was rare that Poe had someone take care of him. As the doctor, he took care of everyone.
This was special to him, even if it was a peanut butter and jam sandwich.
“It’s fancy for me. It’s the man I love taking care of me when I need him. That’s the best kind of meal.”
Gamble stared into his eyes.
“I promise I’ll be here for you like you’re here for me. We’ll be together until the end of our days.”
Which might be sooner rather than later if they didn’t get that key and the hell out of there.
Poe liked the sound of that.
Now, he was just waiting for his very masculine male to pop the question.
“It’s a deal, Gamble. We’re a team, and we can do this. Now, feed me,” he said.
Pulling him up, Gamble grabbed the plates, and they went out onto the balcony outside of Poe’s bedroom. There, they sat, and he put the omelet down in front of him.
The stars were out, and it was a little chilly outside. So, once more, Gamble took off his flannel jacket and put it over Poe’s shoulders to keep the chill away.
That made Poe’s belly flutter.
Someone was sweet and romantic. That was for sure. He’d gotten damn lucky finding Gamble.
“That looks delicious,” he admitted. “Mate, you can make me an omelet any day.”
Well, if that’s what he wanted, Gamble could, and would.
“I hope you like cheese. I have issues with moderation when it comes to it,” he admitted. “Or it’s a plain old addiction. I’m not quite sure. Oh, and I swiped a steak from the refrigerator for Rufus.”
He stopped him.
“It’s our refrigerator, so you don’t have to stress taking things out of it. Plus, we kinda owed Rufus that and more.”
On that, Gamble agreed.
Poe was to the point.
“Also, for the record, I love cheese, but not as much as I love you for feeding me cheese.”
When he was back at his chair, Gamble sat.
Rufus stripped that steak in record time, and was gnawing on his bone as they ate their meal too.
Poe immediately recognized that Gamble was silent, and that worried him.
“What’s on your mind, Mate?” he asked.
Gamble went there.
“We’re likely going to have to leave here, Baby,” he admitted. “You heard what Elizabeth said. Will you really be okay taking a hiatus from the Dukedom? I know what you said, but still…”
Yeah, he could stop there.
“Mate, I’d rather be Poe Seville the therapist than the Duke of Gordon. This title is not important to me. This place can sit empty until one day if we choose to come back. What’s most important is being with you, and finding Von Donore for what he’s done to my family. I owe that to my parents and Hemmingway. My brother would fight for me if the roles were reversed.”
Gamble let him talk.
“I don’t know why I was spared, but I’ll make sure I balance that scale. I’m in on this fight, and I’ll help Elizabeth Blackhawk and The Hunters take him down.”
Yeah, someone was in the anger phase of grief, and that was good. Poe would work through the levels quickly. He knew he would.
Now, Gamble was honest.
“I know why you were spared,” he admitted, willing to answer his statement.
Poe looked at him.
“Why, Mate?” he asked.
He shared.
“For me. You were put on this earth and spared for me. The powers that be knew I’d need someone like you to make me whole again, and to learn that love didn’t have to hurt. Sometimes, I’m taken aback how easy love really is when it’s real. It was never easy before for me. It never felt comfortable and like this.”
That surprised him.
Gamble was sweet, gentle, and a decent human being. That someone didn’t want to love him like he did was shocking, to be honest.
Poe was curious.
“It wasn’t?” he asked. “I’ve never been in love before,” he admitted. “So I can’t give you a point of reference personally.”
The Marine continued.
“All of the people I’ve been with were just to waste some time, or to just feel something. I’ve seen a lot and done even more things I wish I hadn’t. The biggest being Storm. If I could go back, I wouldn’t have had a child with her. I should have seen the signs that she wasn’t healed and damaged beyond repair. Wanting to fix her…that bit me, and my child, in the ass.”
Since he brought them up, Poe was curious.
“Are you serious about children again?” he asked. “I know the pain you lived, and I would never want to do anything that hurt you.”
To be honest, that one took some thought. Since he was asking questions, Gamble had a few of his own.
“Would you ever use our child together to break me like she did?”
At his question, Poe put down his fork.
“I’d never hurt a child to begin with, but our child would be my utmost concern. I’d die for our children, not kill them. I’d lay my life down for them, and you. I may never have maternal instincts as a man, but I’ll have paternal ones. I’ll cherish any child we decide to bring into our family. They will be ours.”
Gamble never believed he’d be able to trust another person with a child of his, until there was Poe. This was a good man, and he’d do everything he said.
No.
Doubt.
“So to answer your question, no, I’ll never use a child to damage you, especially since I know what you’ve been through.”
Even though they’d discussed it before, it bared repeating.
Gamble relaxed.
There wasn’t an ounce of lie detected in that sentence.
“And that’s why I feel secure enough with having children with you. I don’t know how we’ll do that, but I’m sure there’s a way for two men to make babies without carrying a baby.”
It was time to point out the obvious.
“If my bloodline is to continue, the Seville-Gordon one, I have to father a child or two,” he said. “That being said, I would really love to hold a child made from you, Gamble. I like kids, and I’ve never wanted any until I met you. Your beautiful bi-colored eyes make me want to stared into our own children’s eyes and see what we can make together.”
Gamble put his hand out, and Poe put his in it. In that moment, they both made a silent vow to each other.
They’d not only love, honor, and cherish, but they’d grow that and foster it into something more.
A legacy.
“I trust you, Poe. I’ll always trust you. I knew I’d never love a woman again, but falling in love with you, a man, has been the best thing that ever happened to me. I want to have kids. When we take care of this Von Donore bullshit, let’s regroup and start the process. How about four?” he asked.
Poe considered it.
“Two and two?” he asked, meaning genetically.
Gamble nodded.
“Maybe a boy and girl from each of us. I loved being a girl dad, but I’d love playing catch with my sons too.”
That was a beautiful visual.
“And teaching my girls how to make sure no man hurts them by showing them how to incapacitate with crushing someone’s throat.”
Wordless, Poe stared at him, and with good reason.
“Too much?”
He laughed.
“Maybe tone that back a bit. How about just a punch to the balls? That’s effective and won’t land someone in jail for homicide.”
Gamble grinned.
“Can do.”
Yeah, this was the beginning of a gorgeous journey, and they both knew it.
Step one…
Survive.
Step two…
Take out Von Donore.
Step three…
LIVE.
Yeah, that they could do.
And they would.
Gamble also gave Poe a gift.
“And we should name any boy we have Hemmingway, so the memory of your brother lives forever. It’s only right since he’s the reason this all happened. We wouldn’t be a couple had he not stolen that key.”
Poe stopped him.
“Oh, we would have because you wore me down. I would have quit my practice and fallen into bed with you either way. You’re a very attractive man, Gamble, and I was weak. Clearly.”
The wicked grin told the tale.
“Well, I do like you weak and helpless to my wicked ways,” he teased.
Poe laughed and ate more of his omelet.
“Oh, no. A hot man trying to have sex with me. I shouldn’t fight him at all because clearly, I’m a whore and like it.”
Gamble laughed.
“But you’re my whore.”
Well, if the man performed like earlier each time they fell into bed, sign him up.
Poe wasn’t an idiot.
Someone had a truly energetic cock.
As they finished up their food, Gamble knew what they needed to do.
Well, he knew what he needed to do.
He still had to finish searching for the crypto key before they likely bailed after the wake.
Later, he’d do it when Poe was settled down. His ultimate job was to protect his man, and keep him calm.
“How about this?” Gamble asked. “I’ll go do the dishes, and clean up. You run a bath, and I’ll be back. It’s early, but you’ve had a shit few days.”
“And after that?” Poe asked, hopefully.
“Oh, I think you know where I want to go,” he admitted. He was thinking about a family, and what he and Poe had together.
“So bed?” Poe asked, making sure they were both on the same page.
Gamble nodded.
Only, he knew this man.
There was something he was hiding.
That’s when it hit him.
“You’re going to continue to search and do it without me, aren’t you?” he asked.
Never let it be said that his man wasn’t smart. Saddling up with a doctor was going to be a wild ride. There would be no pulling the wool over his eyes.
Gamble was honest.
“That’s the plan. I’m going to take care of it after you sleep. I know I did it once, but this time, I’ll be even more thorough. I’m also going to make sure the place is secure. I have to keep my man safe, especially after what went down.”
And he would.
No one was touching his Poe again. They could bet on that. He’d go feral and rogue in a heartbeat.
As for Gamble’s suggestion for him, Poe didn’t argue. It would be nice to sink into a nice hot bath and not think for a while.
“Okay, Mate. It’s a deal.”
Gamble got up, and grabbed all of the dishes to take back downstairs. As he did, Rufus followed, so he could let him out to do his business.
When he was gone, Poe headed into his bathroom, and sat on the end of the tub.
“Where is that key, Father? I know you’re likely here lingering. Help him find it. My life is in danger, and I need to get out of here.”
Of course, there was no answer.
What had he been expecting anyway?
As the water filled the tub, Poe took off his clothing, and sank into the warmth. He added some bath oil, so he could just breathe in the woodsy scent that reminded him of Gamble’s body wash and cologne.
And he closed his eyes.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he heard footsteps and opened his eyes. In the doorway stood his man, and he was holding a steaming mug of tea.
Well, that was the whipped cream on the top of his day. A hot man who was bringing him tea to help him relax.
Sign.
Him.
Up.
Now, if he could just get him naked…that would make this even better.
“I thought you’d like a cup of tea to calm down, and get you ready for some peaceful sleep.”
Oh, Poe knew what would make him sleep like a rock.
SEX.
“Perhaps you should try to have your wicked way with me. That will knock me out for a few hours, easy.”
Oh, well, sign him up.
Gamble laughed.
“Start with the tea, and then we can add in some sexy time to get us both chilled out.”
Gently, he handed it to Poe.
Then, he did something surprising. He started to strip down, and as he did, Poe had one hell of an erection watching the show.
Apparently, he was getting his wish.
Hell.
Yeah.
“Mind if I join you?” Gamble asked.
Poe actually laughed like an idiot, and wiped his eyes. The whole time, Gamble wasn’t sure why he was amused.
When he finally stopped giggling, he was honest.
“Gamble, if you think you need to ask permission to get naked with me, you’re insane. Take it off, Marine. Take it all off and get in,” he said, moving forward after putting the tea down.
This was a no-brainer.
When Gamble got behind his body, and let Poe lean against him, the world felt right again. It was when the man behind him picked up the sponge and began washing his body that Poe was in his glory.
And he was also so goddamn hard that his balls ached.
“So good,” he muttered, as his body was caressed and touched by the man he loved.
He could tell Gamble was turned on, too, since his dick was against his back.
Apparently, this was part two of Gamble’s plan to get him to sleep like he was in a coma.
“Is this the secret to why you smell so good?” Gamble whispered in his ear. “I can’t get enough of how you smell and taste,” he admitted, leaving warm open mouth kisses on his neck.
Poe was being seduced, and he was there for it.
“Mmmmm,” he muttered not able to think to answer that. He wanted to say cologne, but someone’s hand was damn near his erection.
The lower brain had been activated.
Gamble wanted to distract him, and himself in the process. That meant some rousing tub taunting.
“Now, you’ve riled me up, Poe,” he admitted, nibbling on his man’s ear. When Poe actually shook, Gamble knew that he’d found another erogenous zone on his man.
Well, that was going into the toolbox for when he wanted to turn Poe on fast.
As he was sitting between his thighs, Poe was confused.
Gamble was riled up?
Him?
Oh, well, Poe had news for Gamble. He’d riled him up too.
A lot.
He was rock hard and throbbing.
“Please,” Poe whispered. “I need you.”
The man was in for a surprise. Gamble needed him too, and he always would.
Forever.
“I want to share this with you,” Gamble admitted. “I want this to be a moment we never forget. I have never made love to someone in a tub.”
Poe was lost in the pleasure of Gamble now stroking his dick under the water. His strong, capable fist was wrapped around his dick, driving him absolutely wild.
In fact, he was about to take this to a whole new experience for both of them.
“I want you to fuck me for the first time,” he whispered in his ear. “I need you to be my first.”
Poe moaned, his body on overload. He pictured taking Gamble, and while he naturally liked to receive, he wanted to have that intimate moment with him.
To be his first.
His only.
“I want to know what it feels like, and I want to trust my mate with that intimacy. I want to give myself to you. All of me.”
Since his brain was not wording, Poe simply nodded in agreement.
His dick was so hard, that he knew he was about to cum, and he was helpless to stop it. Gamble was in control of the pleasure now, despite what he wanted Poe to do.
“God. Please,” he whispered, as the man worked his dick over with his fist and fingers. Poe’s hands were on the edges of the tub, holding on for dear life.
“I want to know what that feels like with the man I trust more than anyone in the whole world. I want your dick in me,” he admitted.
Poe was struggling as that need overwhelmed him.
“Yes, please,” he begged. “Take me over, and I’ll fuck you, Gamble,” he whispered.
Gamble gave him what he wanted.
He jerked him off, pumping his cock like he’d do to himself if he was trying to cum. The whole time, he left no spot untouched.
That roughness was erotic.
Gamble knew that there was another plus to being gay.
A man knew how to touch another man’s body to get pleasure. God knew he’d done it plenty the last month fantasizing about Poe.
Perched between Gamble’s thighs, Poe was on the edge, and he knew he couldn’t fight for long. His fist was destroying his control as he worked the tip of his erection, wickedly.
“Oh, God,” he muttered, as Gamble was whispering dirty things in his ear that he wanted them to experience together.
When he began slipping, Gamble bit him on the neck, and he came so hard that he shouted his name.
“GAMBLE!”
There was no way he could fight that shove over the edge. He erupted under the water.
“Oh, fuck me, Mate,” he whispered, as he let his body rest against his man as he let the waves of orgasm overcome him.
And it felt damn good.
Turned on by his mate, Gamble was enjoying each experience with Poe. He was very vocal, and loved it when he touched him.
That was new, as of late. It was damn nice not to be told no, or to stop in the middle of pleasure.
“God, I love watching you cum for me,” Gamble admitted. “You’re sexy, Doctor.”
Oh, well, Poe liked cumming for him. The mere fact that Gamble got him off before taking pleasure for himself told him all he needed to know about him.
He was a fantastic, giving lover.
When Poe resurfaced from the intense pleasure, there was no way he was done.
So, he grabbed the plug keeping the water in the tub, so it began emptying out.
He knew what Gamble wanted, and he was going to give him the best anal experience for his first time.
Turning, he straddled Gamble’s lap.
“Show me,” Gamble said, wanting to learn everything about this kind of thing. He was beyond curious. He saw how Poe reacted from when he took his ass, and he needed to see what the hype was all about.
“Absolutely,” he said right before he began kissing him.
In fact, he gave him the works as his hands were in his hair as he made love to his mouth.
At the oral assault, Gamble moaned.
They were dick-to-dick, and Poe was still hard. He was rubbing against him, their slick, bath-oil-coated flesh moving against each other.
As the water went down, so did Poe. He slowly moved down Gamble’s chest, playing with his nipples with his teeth, driving him wild.
He tasted masculine as he was perfumed from the oil that had been in the water.
Oh, well, Poe was going to need more oil.
Taking Gamble the first time wouldn’t be fun if he wasn’t lubed up, and he didn’t have any on hand.
Well, they’d make do.
Continuing to tease him, Poe wanted this man to feel everything he did for him. Poe wanted his lover to know what lived in him.
How he took care of him.
How he loved him.
How he gave him so much pleasure.
Now, it was his turn.
As he reached Gamble’s erection, he took him in his mouth, and enjoyed the way his skin tasted. It was masculine and called to him.
Yes, this man was made to be his. The second they touched, his heart opened and made more room for their love.
“Oh, God,” Gamble whispered, as Poe tormented his erection with his mouth and hands. “Killing me,” he whispered, as he stared up at the ceiling and was blown.
Poe had a wicked mouth on him.
Oh, and he loved it.
The truth was that Gamble wanted to feel everything that two lovers had, and that meant trusting his partner with the most intimate act for him.
As a man who’d been straight his whole life, no one ever touched his ass. Oh, he’d fucked plenty of ass in his time before Storm, but his had been off limits.
Until now.
He was curious.
And wickedly horny.
There was something about the sleekness, and the way Poe called to his libido that made him want to erase all the lines.
Would he want to do it again?
He wasn’t sure.
But if he didn’t, he knew Poe would respect that, and they’d still have an incredible sex life.
When he stopped blowing him, and then back up his chest, he stared into Gamble’s eyes.
“How many times can you cum for me?” he asked.
It was funny since he’d asked him that earlier today before he had his fun.
Now, it was Poe’s turn.
“I’m a bottomless pit of cum for you. If I’m hard, I’m cumming,” he admitted.
That was good.
“Then, let’s have some fun,” he said, kissing him again, as he writhed against his body, getting Gamble all worked up.
He was hungrily kissing him back, as if he wanted to climb into his body by way of his mouth. It was clear he wasn’t afraid of crossing that last barrier into being gay.
They both moaned as that pleasure overtook them. It was when Poe broke the kiss that he stared into Gamble’s eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing he’d understand exactly what he was asking him.
He nodded.
“I want to know what that feels like with you. I want to share that part of me with you, Poe. It’s all I can give you that no one else has ever had.”
He took his face in his hands and stared into his beautiful eyes.
“No one has had your heart like I do. That’s more than enough. If you can’t do this, then don’t do it. I won’t love you any less. I’ll love you more for being honest with me.”
Gamble trusted him.
“Don’t hurt me,” he said. “That’s all I ask.”
Honestly, Poe didn’t think he meant the physical pain that came with that first entrance into his ass. He was pretty sure he was talking about his heart.
“I’ll die before hurting you.”
And that was the truth.
Gamble gave him permission.
“Then, show me.”
It looked like Poe was going to have the best moment of his life, and hopefully, he could give Gamble enough pleasure that this would be something he thought about for years to come.
Or just every time they came.
Grabbing the bath oil from the ledge, he poured it on his hands. Then, stroked his dick, getting himself all slicked up.
“Bend over the edge of the tub,” he said, needing him in position on his knees.
Gamble did as he asked, and he looked back over his shoulder as Poe poured more oil on his fingers.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me,” he admitted. “This is for your pleasure, not just mine. I want your first time to be memorable, and in a good way.”
Gamble had absolute trust. With Poe, he was the kind of person who put someone’s heart first. There was no way he’d be brutal during this first for Gamble.
Call it a hunch.
“Please,” he said. “I want all of you.”
And Poe knew that feeling.
For him, he loved a dick in his ass. It made his body ache for it each day he didn’t get this man to fuck him, so he understood why Gamble was curious.
Honestly, once past that initial pain, it felt so damn good to be fucked.
When Gamble watched, Poe did something he hadn’t expected. He spread his cheeks, and found his tight pucker with his tongue, rimming him.
That experience was beyond intimate. It was something Gamble had never felt before in his whole life.
In fact, it felt so good that Gamble moaned.
It was low, deep, and guttural as that one act drove his libido even wilder. Now, he was desperate for Poe.
His ass was so sensitive, that the tongue fucking made him want to be taken even more.
Poe worked his asshole and then began using his fingers. They were slick, and he knew they needed to be. When he slid one into Gamble, his body shook.
When he slid a second and third in to stretch him, he bucked and moaned so loudly.
“Oh, fuck, Poe. Just fuck!” he shouted as his body was assaulted with so much pleasure.
He had goosebumps, and his dick was dripping precum against the inside of the tub.
Now, he got it.
Gamble understood why some men were gay. This felt incredible, and he hadn’t penetrated him with his erection yet.
Still, Poe didn’t stop.
He used his fourth finger, and had Gamble open for him. Slowly, he used his fingers to slide in and out of his ass, stimulating him.
Gamble whimpered in pleasure.
He wasn’t sure what it was going to feel like, but this…this felt amazing.
He gripped the edge of the tub so hard, his fingers were white.
“Please,” he begged. “Fuck me,” he said. “I want to know what it feels like to have your cum in me.”
Well, if that was what he craved. It was Poe’s duty to give him that.
Not that he didn’t desperately want to feel and see his own erection in Gamble’s ass.
Poe warned him.
“The first time can be uncomfortable. Just relax into this,” he said. “Don’t tighten down until I’m all the way in. I’ll go slow and it’ll be everything you imagined it to be,” he said.
There was so much trust there.
“I’m ready.”
Well, in that case…
Poe lubed up again, and placed the head of his cock at the man’s tight pucker. With a little nudge, his tip disappeared, and Gamble bucked at the feeling of something much thicker than a finger penetrating him.
“And a little more,” Poe said, slipping in deeper, but still going slowly.
“Oh, fuck,” Gamble whispered, not hating a single second of this. In fact, he wanted more. “Deeper,” he begged. “I need more of you,” he admitted. “Please.”
Yeah, he needed more too.
Already, Poe was trying not to cum. It felt incredible to be in Gamble.
Plus, the view…
It.
Was.
Spectacular.
Leaning more into his body, Poe slipped in deeper. He was at that tight ring, and once he felt that give way, it was going to be smooth sailing.
This cherry would pop.
As he slipped further into him, they both felt it when the head of his dick passed that sphincter, and he was in his ass.
Fully.
“Oh, God,” Gamble whispered, never feeling anything like this in his life. He felt full, invaded, and couldn’t imagine why more people didn’t just play ass pirate.
Jesus, but he liked how this felt.
Behind him, Poe was sweating.
It took everything he had to go slow, and not to cum. It was rare that he did the ass taking, but he still enjoyed it. With Gamble, he REALLY enjoyed it.
This wasn’t some college boyfriend, or a date he had a hookup with.
This was his man.
His lover.
His only.
This was the most important sexual moment so far, and he was grateful that Gamble picked him for it. At this moment, he knew he’d never have to worry about Gamble wanting to go back to women.
The transformation into ass man was complete.
Someone was going to be hooked.
There was no doubt to Poe, that from here on out, this was the one and only person who Gamble would want to sleep with until they were old or dead.
Gamble…
He’d been worth the risk.
“I’m in,” Poe whispered, as he was balls deep in the man’s ass.
Oh, and what a great place it was.
“Please,” Gamble whispered. “Fuck me,” he begged, not believing that he was saying those words.
Only, he was.
Then, he was silenced as Poe began moving, taking his ass.
Oh, Jesus.
The feeling was indescribable.
It drove him wild as the man hit that perfect spot deep within his body. It sent shivers across his being, and he could feel his own balls tucking up into his sac.
Someone was going to cum.
Oh, and he was cumming hard.
That was for damn sure.
Poe took his ass, and he worked him hard enough that the man would feel the shockwaves of pleasure. The whole time, he watched his slick dick slip into Gamble.
“Jerk off for me,” Poe whispered. “We’re cumming together, and I won’t last long. Your ass is amazing,” he muttered, thinking about anything but cumming to hold off.
If this was going to be a common occurrence, he was going to have to build up his stamina. Apparently, he liked being the fuck-er, as much as the fuck-ee when it came to this man.
Poe was checking out his tats to distract himself from erupting in his ass.
As he was being taken, Gamble did what he asked, and he knew he wouldn’t last long either.
His balls ached, and he was getting his ass invaded in the best possible way.
“Poe,” he whispered. “Harder.”
His lover gave him what he craved, and Gamble knew he was just about done. He was furiously jerking off, and his ass was filled.
“I’m about to cum,” Poe whispered. “I can’t hold on,” he said, as that need overwhelmed him, and his balls betrayed him.
“Bloody Hell!” he shouted, as he slipped from the edge, and he began cumming.
That hot wave exploded from Poe, filling Gamble’s ass, and the man felt every second of it. That was indescribable too.
He was wet, warm, and so goddamn turned on.
Then, he slipped from the edge into the mother of all orgasms.
“Oh, Fuck!” he shouted, as that sensation of hot cum filling his bowels shoved him over the edge.
He exploded, painting the inside of the tub with his cum.
And time seemed to stop.
Poe floated in that pleasure, leaning against his man’s ass, and Gamble slipped down into the tub, turning so he could hold his man.
And they cuddled.
Since he was smaller, Poe rested on his chest.
It was safe to say that he was satiated.
When Poe lifted his head, Gamble had his eyes closed, but he was smiling.
No.
He was grinning like the Cheshire cat.
There was no doubt that someone liked being fucked in the ass.
“Not too bad, Mate?” he asked.
Gamble actually laughed.
“I liked it. A lot. It felt so good,” he admitted. “Now I know why gay men are gay men. Sign me up.”
That amused his man.
“Well, we wouldn’t do it if it didn’t make us cum. That was so goddamn hard for me. I wanted to explode the second I was in you.”
Oh, he knew that feeling. That was how he felt that first time he took Poe.
In fact, he was getting hard reminiscing.
When he lifted his head, his man looked delicious, and something came over him.
Lust.
It appeared that he wasn’t finished. He lifted him, and got him to straddle his lap.
That caught Poe off guard.
“Your turn,” he said.
Poe actually stared at him.
“More?”
The bottom line was that Gamble couldn’t get enough. In fact, he’d told him that if he was hard, he was able to cum, and lo and behold, he was rock hard.
That only meant one thing.
The fun was NOT over.
Poe felt the nudge of his mans erection, and gasped.
“I know, Poe. You make me crazy,” he admitted, as he grabbed the oil from the ledge. “This is a first in my whole sex life.”
Oh, well, he wasn’t saying no to more sex with Gamble, especially since he felt the same about when they got naked together.
It.
Was.
Hot.
He nodded, and held his dick in place as he dumped some of the bath oil on it. It glistened in the bathroom lights.
Poe licked his lips, hungrily as he watched his man teasing him.
God.
This man made him incredibly weak.
When he was all slicked up, Gamble knew what he wanted more than anything.
“Ride me, Baby,” he said, grinning wickedly. “I need my man’s ass now. We’re both leaking cum.”
Oh, and they were.
That was all Poe had to hear.
Getting into position, he slid down his dick, and as Gamble filled him, Poe moaned. It was Gamble’s hands on his hips, as he was moved up and down his slick erection that pulled profanity from his mouth.
Sexy accent-tinged profanity.
“Oh, fuck me good, Gamble,” he whispered, as he was filled with the man’s erection.
Oh, that was the plan.
IF he survived.
With his hands on his hips, Gamble helped him bounce, driving his erection deep within his body, hitting that one spot.
Poe’s eyes almost crossed from the pleasure.
He rode him hard, his hands on his shoulders, as he didn’t hold back.
Gamble moaned too.
“Baby,” he whispered. “God. Your ass. Fuck, but I can’t get enough.”
The feeling was mutual.
Poe moved like a snake, undulating, and taking his dick deep, all the while playing with him. He wanted this man addicted to him, and only him.
“Poe, Baby, killing me. I need to cum in you.”
Mission accomplished on the addiction.
He kept the rhythm changing to keep Gamble off guard. The whole time, he was rubbing against him, his own erection getting harder and harder.
Someone moaned, and the heat in the room went up. Poe kept moving, and he was enjoying every single second of it.
“Can’t hold on,” Gamble warned as his body went on autopilot, getting what it wanted.
One hell of an orgasm.
“Cum for me,” he said, as he slipped from the edge, too far gone to hold on any longer.
That wave of heat filled Poe, and he shook.
“Fuck,” Poe muttered, as he was filled with cum, and his own body betrayed him. He exploded, cumming all over his lover’s chest.
And then, they were done.
After that raucous bout of sex in the tub, Poe was exhausted.
Officially, he was empty.
There was no way he was cumming any more today. What he needed was to sleep. Now, he was ready to call it a night.
It appeared that Gamble had succeeded in his mission. He was going to sleep like a rock—dead to the world.
Turning him, Poe went limp in his arms. Someone had been worn out, even with his hour nap earlier.
Yeah, that cup of tea wasn’t needed, after all.
This was how you wore your partner down.
With.
Hot.
Sex.
By some miracle, Gamble got the plug back in the tub with his toes, and turned the water back on so they could warm up and get clean.
The whole time, Poe leaned against him, spent.
“Let’s just wash up, Baby, and I’ll get you to bed so you can rest.”
There was one reason too. Gamble had searching to do for that crypto key. He couldn’t rest yet.
The clock was ticking, and they were running out of time.
Sleepily, Poe just nodded, and Gamble took care of him. He washed his body, and got him ready. When it was time to get out of the tub, Poe stood, and Gamble dried him off. Then, he scooped him up, and carried him to their bed.
Pulling back the blankets, he tucked him in. As he did, Poe was already almost asleep.
He mumbled something that sounded like ‘I love you’, or ‘I have you’. So he was assuming it was the former.
In that case…
“I love you too. I’ll be right back. Rufus will keep you company,” he said, as the dog rested his head on Poe’s prone leg.
Gamble dried off, and pulled his clothes back on. He watched to make sure Poe was asleep, and when he was out cold, he turned off the lights.
Heading out of their shared room, he went to the master suite not far away.
And did a deeper search than earlier. Before, he scratched the surface. Now, he pretty much invaded the dead people’s privacy.
It took him an hour, and during that time, he found absolutely nothing.
Oh, he found some of the couple’s kink.
Cash tucked away.
But nothing that screamed ‘I’m a crypto code’.
This was frustrating as hell since there were only so many locations where it could possibly be.
Sitting there, Gamble looked around, and he swore he heard footsteps outside of the door.
Heading toward it, he peeked outside, and there was nothing there.
Not a soul was around.
That was…weird.
Slowly moving down the stairs, he moved around the kitchen, checking to make sure all of the doors were locked, and the place was closed up.
He did the same with the front door, and any other access to the building. Gamble knew that if they were going to be in danger, it would be during the night.
Call it a hunch.
Gamble checked the security cameras on the gate, and made sure everything was safely locked up until morning when the staff would return.
Then, and only then, he headed back up to bed.
When he arrived there, Poe was sound asleep, and Rufus was still keeping him company.
Gamble wanted to sleep naked beside his man, but he knew if he had to get up to defend them, cock out was a bad option.
Naked cuddling would have to wait until they got the hell somewhere safe.
As he slipped into bed, Rufus moved to make space for him, and Poe immediately turned into his body to cuddle. His head was on his chest, and he was still sound asleep.
And now, Gamble tried to get some rest.
Only, he was struggling.
Was staying there going to cost Poe his life?
And the whole time, Gamble did only one thing.
He became Zayn Thundercloud two-point-oh.
The king of paranoia.