Chapter Ten
The Cave
Two Hours Later
Wed Afternoon
F or the last two hours, Poe stood watch over the sleeping man, mostly trying to avoid any creepy crawlers in the cave. It was silent in there, just the tinkling of water dripping down the rocks, and the wind above coming through the cracks.
Truth be told, he spent most of the time watching Gamble sleep, memorizing the moment so he could preserve that memory for when this was over.
The man had moved a few times, and at one point, he looked cold, so Poe took off his flannel and placed it over the man’s torso to keep him warm.
As soon as it touched him, a calm returned, and Gamble settled back down. The whole time, he stayed deep in sleep.
And Poe knew one thing.
He had fallen for the man.
From his bi-colored eyes, to his whole being. Somewhere along the way, he fell in love, and he was going to have to say goodbye in the likely near future.
It broke his heart.
The last thing he wanted was to let Gamble go, and to know that he was out there alone…
Granted, he wasn’t anyone’s savior, but he liked to believe that maybe, just maybe, the man might need him a little bit.
Or that he could possibly want him.
He’d kissed him a few times, and each one felt more than just a thank you. He believed that he’d felt something with each one.
And now, he’d never know what he felt.
As he sat there, he gently stroked his hair, willing the man to not run away.
Only, Poe knew in the end, that was exactly what would happen.
Gamble Holloway would be a ghost, disappearing into the night.
And he’d never see him again.
Meanwhile…
Once more, wherever the hell he was, Gamble was lost.
Deep down, a part of him knew that he was dreaming. He knew that he was still in that cave, and he was beside Poe. He could feel him touching his hair, and he could feel the thump of his heart in his leg as he rested on his thighs.
Only, he couldn’t find him in his dream. His scent was there, washing over him, but he couldn’t see him.
Then, the dreams got darker and scarier.
It became evidently clear as to why he couldn’t reach the man.
Someone took him.
All around him, the scenery changed.
Gamble was searching for Poe, and the whole time, it was in the countryside of a foreign country.
It wasn’t in America.
That was for damn sure.
As he rode a horse along a well-worn trail, he searched the horizon for him, and he was…gone.
As his heart pounded in his chest, the realization was of one thing.
Someone took him away.
Someone took his Poe.
Maybe his mind was fucking with him, which was a good possibility, or maybe this was his psyche trying to come to grips with reality, but he knew one thing.
He had to get to Poe.
He needed him.
There were people after him, and he had to protect him at all costs. That overwhelming desire to protect the man was there, and it had him by the balls.
That was his mission.
When he rode Diablo up over the hill, he saw Poe standing on a rocky cliff.
Suddenly, he knew where he was.
He’d been here once before.
These were the White Cliffs of Dover.
That fear was there still, not shoving back the panic that had him in its death grip.
Why?
Why was he still scared?
All of this felt ominous.
What he needed was to reach the man as quickly as possible.
“Come on,” he said, kicking Diablo to get him to move, and the horse did.
They charged at him, trying to reach him.
The whole time, Poe was standing there, his back to the water as he was staring at him. The gaze was empty and void of any kind of emotion.
Like the man was hollow.
“POE!” he shouted, fighting to get to the man who was teetering on the edge.
He didn’t move.
He didn’t say a word.
The wind was whipping, and he was riding for all of their worth to reach him.
When Diablo stopped listening, he came to a full stop, and Gamble hopped off.
That wouldn’t keep him away.
Instead, he ran toward Poe, trying to get to him. When he reached him, he put out his hands.
“Please! Move toward me, not away,” he begged, and it was falling on deaf ears. “Poe, please. I’m scared that I’m losing you.”
Poe simply stared at him and said only one thing.
“You’re leaving me.”
At those words, Gamble’s heart raced in his chest.
“I don’t want to leave you, Poe. I can’t let my past hurt you,” he said. “You’re my peace. I have to protect that.”
It was clear he didn’t like the answer.
Poe stepped further back, closer to the edge.
“I’m part of that past, Gamble. If you leave me, what happens to me?”
He wanted to grab him, hold him, and tell him he’d stay. Only, they were being hunted because of him. That was unacceptable to him.
“I can’t let you get hurt.”
Poe shrugged.
“I’m already hurt. I’m watching you sleep, and I know you’ll disappear. I didn’t mean what I said. I’m your doctor, but I already crossed the line. I’m already there. Please don’t leave me.”
Gamble wanted to weep.
“They’re chasing me.”
“I’m chasing you, too, Gamble. I’m right behind you, trying to catch you. Stop running. For me.”
The wind picked up.
“I can’t. They’ll hurt you.”
Poe had tears on his cheeks. There was that same sad look in his eyes that Gamble saw as the time got closer for him to be sent back to The Hunters.
It was of loss.
Poe devastated him with his words.
“Then, I’ll leave first so I don’t have to say goodbye. I’m not as strong as you think. I’ll leave so I’m not hurting anymore.”
Gamble had been left once by Storm and his child.
He wouldn’t survive this.
“Poe.”
Before he could say anything else, the man fell backward, arms out, and disappeared from the cliff.
Gamble raced up the slight incline as quickly as he could, and when he reached the top, he saw the man on the ground below.
Dead.
He stared up with nothing behind his eyes, lost to him once more.
“POE!” he screamed.
In fact, Gamble screamed his name over and over again.
He’d been too late.
Again.
And he’d lost his last chance.
At love.
When he began screaming his name, Poe grabbed him, and tried to wake him up.
“Gamble, Mate! I’m right here,” he said, shaking him. The screams were blood curdling, and shook him to his core. They made his blood run cold.
He’d never heard him scream like that even though he’d had plenty of nightmares.
With the last shake to his body, the Marine sat upright, so fast, it actually scared Poe.
Gamble was pale, and he looked…haunted.
“I’m here,” he said. “You were screaming my name,” he stated.
Gamble looked around, grateful that it had only been a dream.
They were right where he’d left them in that cave.
When he focused on the man, his heart didn’t slow down. Instead, it sped up.
“Poe,” he whispered.
“I’m here, Gamble. You were having a dream. We’re safe in here. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. I promise.”
His heart kept pounding.
He was alive.
He wasn’t too late.
As for him going to be okay…
Gamble was pretty sure he was about to fuck this up so badly that someone was getting hurt. He only hoped it was him, not Poe.
He wouldn’t be able to live with that.
“Poe,” he said, again, finding his mouth, and kissing him with all he had.
It caught him off-guard, but he didn’t fight it.
Why?
Because they didn’t have much time left together. Poe was smart enough to know that.
The minutes were ticking by, and at one point, his ghost would be gone.
Gamble would always be that ghost to him, haunting his life, reminding him of what could have been.
What should have been.
He was also smart enough to know he was done. His days as a doctor were over. He had no desire anymore to do it. When this broken soldier left, he’d take most of his heart with him.
Poe wanted that adventure, and Hemmingway had been right.
Dying young didn’t matter if the years were filled with so much of everything.
As Gamble poured that passion into him, Poe held on, matching the kiss the entire time, letting the man consume him.
Fuck his license.
Fuck being a doctor.
This was something he needed.
This would be his one beautiful affair. It would be the one affair to remember for the rest of his life.
It was with a man he couldn’t be with, and who would likely never remember him when it was over.
But he would never forget it.
How could he?
He was in love with the man and Poe knew he would always be too. Gamble would take his heart when he left him behind.
ALONE.
As Gamble devoured, holding the man to his body, he was able to be as rough as he wanted, and to be himself. With Storm, he always held back.
He’d been afraid he’d break her.
Only, Poe was strong.
He was tough and could handle this. The man could handle him with all of his dark corners, scary spaces, and secrets.
Poe was stronger than he’d ever be, and that was what Gamble needed.
He needed Poe’s strength.
While Gamble had never consummated a relationship with a man before, and he had no idea how to even begin, he just let his body lead.
That one perfect kiss set the pace.
As he pushed him back, and was over him, he kept kissing him like his life depended on it.
In a way, it did.
This man saved him, and this man was his only way to ever be able to walk in that light.
The ghost wanted to be in the light in the worst way. He was so tired of being invisible.
He wanted a name.
He wanted the honor.
He wanted a chance.
It was like he was possessed, and Gamble held him like he was trying to escape.
Oh, but he couldn’t let that happen.
He rolled, making sure they were locked together. As they did, Poe broke the kiss.
“Gamble,” he said.
Already, he knew what he was going to say. He was going to tell him that he was his doctor, and he was protecting him.
Gamble didn’t want to be protected.
Fuck that.
He wanted to feel.
He wanted to love again.
While he knew no woman would ever have his heart again, he was pretty sure a man could. He was pretty sure that he would be safe.
With this man.
Now, if Gamble could just save them both from whatever chased them.
“Please,” he said.
Poe fought for composure.
That’s when Gamble was honest.
“I lied to you a month ago,” he said. “I didn’t need to stay. I wanted to stay because I feel like I need to be with you. My path is to you, right now. Please keep me on this path.”
Poe was caught off-guard.
Oh, he suspected, but still.
“Gamble.”
The man wasn’t taking no for an answer. He was so aware of what he was saying next, that Gamble took the leap before he could use it as an excuse.
“You’re fired, Doctor. I don’t need a therapist now. I’m healed.”
And that truth hurt him.
Poe knew he was gone after this, and he had to decide how much of himself he let Gamble steal away. He already knew he was done saving soldiers.
Maybe he’d go back home.
Maybe he could hide in the hillside where he could mourn the time he lost love when that one soldier walked away.
His favorite place to go were the White Cliffs of Dover so he could stare off into the water.
Maybe he’d go there to find some peace if there would ever be any again.
“Please,” Gamble whispered.
Poe knew what he was asking, and while he never did one-night stands, he wanted one with Gamble. They had fought demons, battles, and fought back from the brink together.
Now, he wanted to be selfish and take one thing for himself. It would be the memory of this adventure where they had love.
He said nothing, but found his mouth with his, and they fell back into the kiss.
Poe forgot he had been his doctor.
He forgot they were chased.
All he wanted was to feel.
Gamble held him, and the intensity of the kiss was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He was swamped with so many emotions.
Mostly, he was swamped with peace.
With Poe, it was silent. The voices stopped blaming him for destroying Storm, and causing his daughter’s death. The silence was beautiful, and it gave him that one thing he craved.
A second chance.
With need, he pulled off Poe’s shirt, and only broke their mating of mouths to do that. As he did, Poe did the same thing, pulling his shirt off too.
It was a wild battle to get to flesh, and both men met move for move.
Poe ended up on top, and was in his lap, straddling his body.
“Tell me how to do this,” Gamble said. “I’ve never been with a man before.”
Poe stared into his eyes.
“It’s the same with a female. You know what you like, so assume I like the same.”
Well, that was all he had to hear. He liked to be touched, caressed, and loved.
The mission was at hand.
Kissing him again, Gamble let his hands wander across Poe’s body, and he shook. Honestly, he didn’t believe Poe was shaking from the cold. It was comfortable in that cave.
That gave him a thrill that he was the reason for the tremors moving through his body.
His hands went to the belt on his jeans, and he flicked it open without even having to look.
The whole time, the man straddling his lap was pressed to his own body, and Gamble was hard.
He didn’t see Poe as a guy.
He saw Poe as someone who lovingly put him back together again.
That was all that mattered to Gamble. His gender didn’t. It was the times he made him food, coaxed him into a tub, and when he gave him a horse to heal his soul.
It was all of the times that they laughed, read a book at night, or watched a movie after tending their horses. It was the peace that came with the healing that he fell in love with, and that only came from Poe.
It was the times spent laughing, and how scared he was when Poe didn’t come up in the water to the relief when he saved him.
This was what love was for Gamble. It was every single moment when the man stayed by his side, when it was easier to quit on him.
And he never did.
Not once did he ever stop fighting for him.
This man was his hero.
As Gamble got his pants undone, Poe knew what was next, and he only hoped that being with him wasn’t going to be a problem.
This was his first gay experience, and Poe didn’t want it to damage the man.
This was about trust for both of them.
As he slid his hands to his hips, Poe knew what he wanted him to do.
Gamble wanted him out of his pants.
So, he broke the kiss.
“Are you sure about this?” he said. “Be sure, Gamble. There’s no going back from it.”
Oh, he was sure.
“Are you telling me you want me to stop?” Gamble asked, praying that wasn’t the case. He was hard, felt things he believed to be dead, and was safe with Poe.
The man was honest.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than this moment with you,” he admitted. “It’s my one wild adventure in my life. You’re my adventure, Gamble.”
The man’s heart skipped.
God.
He wanted to be someone’s adventure in the worst way. He wanted to be remembered for that moment of passion, love, and need.
“Then show me,” he said to Poe. “Show me, and I’ll learn.”
That worked for him.
He dropped his hands to Gamble’s jeans, and flicked the button open. The man watched him, and the intensity of his gaze was insane.
It made Poe heat up. He felt like he was the most wanted person in the whole world. This soldier wanted him, and he couldn’t believe it.
Flipping open his fly, he tugged his boxer briefs down, and Gamble’s erection showed up to the party.
God.
He was gorgeous.
He was long, thick, and fully erect.
For him.
Even better was that this man wanted him.
Poe nearly wanted to giggle in glee that he was being given this chance.
This adventure.
Gamble watched him, and the second Poe touched his erection, his body shook. His hand was warm, and he was stroking him.
Touching him.
Poe found his mouth again, and kissed him. As he did, he kept that delicious stroking going, driving the heat up all around them.
It was almost too much.
All that desire and need was back, lost to his past, and the pain that had kept him down. Now, he was free, and he was being given a chance.
That’s all he wanted.
Gamble leaned back, and Poe broke the kiss to move down his body.
Slowly.
He left a trail of warm, openmouthed kisses, where he teased and tormented flesh. The whole time, he was stroking his erection, making sure he was still hard.
Oh, and he was.
A part of Poe expected him to freak out, but he wasn’t. That in itself was a surprising miracle.
The desire for the man kept going.
Lower.
Lower.
When he reached his erection, he blew warm breath across the tip, and already, there was precum there.
Someone was definitely not faking it.
“Please,” Gamble whispered. “It’s been too long. I need to feel.”
And that was the truth.
His celibacy was thanks to so much pain that it almost broke him. Now, he wanted a clean slate. He wanted to know that everything would be okay.
For his heart.
In that moment, Poe gave him want he wanted, tenderly loving his body, and nursing his libido back to health, like he’d done with his soul.
And Gamble moaned.
It echoed in the grotto, and it was whiskey-warm with those undertones of desperation.
The second Poe took him into his mouth, his body was out of control.
The wet, warm sensation…he’d felt that before, but this… this was perfection.
When he opened his eyes, Poe was giving him a blowjob, and he knew he wasn’t lasting long.
What he’d worried about with being with a man dissipated. It was exactly the same.
Love was love.
In that moment, there was only pleasure.
“Oh, God,” he whispered, his breathing just about as erratic as his heartbeat.
It was thundering in his chest.
Gamble knew two things.
The first being that no one had made him want to cum this fast before.
Oh, and the second.
“I’m not lasting long,” he muttered. “Can’t,” he whispered. “Hold on.”
Poe took it easy on him.
He’d had plenty of sex in college, and through his life, but this was different.
He wasn’t sure there’d be a second time, so he wanted to make this memory last for both of them. He wanted Gamble’s first time with him, a man, to be something he never feared or was ashamed of in his life.
This was that adventure.
That one, beautiful miracle.
As he gave Gamble’s balls a tug, he took him down his throat until his lips were to the base.
That was all it took.
Gamble came so hard, it was a loud guttural moan that escaped his lips. His body bowed, and he let himself fall into that pleasure.
Being able to trust someone again…
It was precious.
A part of him was cognizant of Poe moving back up his body, leaving a trail of kisses.
When Poe was above Gamble, his eyes were still closed, and he hoped that they’d not done something detrimental.
He’d given his patient a blowjob.
Jesus.
When Gamble’s eyes opened, the grin was purely masculine, and it made him look so damn handsome. So much so, that it stole his breath.
And his heart.
“Well?” Poe finally asked.
Gamble didn’t speak.
Instead, he wanted Poe to feel exactly what he did so he’d understand. That meant showing him.
Rolling, he put the man beneath him, and found his mouth. The kiss was enough to melt the rocks that hid them.
The tangle of tongues was volatile and showed that the Marine was fully vested.
Poe moaned at the kiss being so hot that he couldn’t breathe. It was like his whole body just knew.
He belonged to this man.
Moving down Poe’s body, he tugged his pants off, and pulled off his boots.
They were tossed aside, and Gamble did the same thing to his things.
Poe laid there, on his back, staring up at the man. His erection hadn’t gone down, and that told Poe all he needed to know.
Gamble’s first experience wasn’t bad.
Not.
At.
All.
When Poe was naked, he admired his body. He wasn’t one to lift weights or run, but he had the body of an accomplished horseback rider.
He was sleek, and his thighs were corded with muscles.
He was sexy.
“My turn,” he said, going back down over Poe’s body, and holding himself there with just the power of his arms.
The kiss began again, and he fell into it. It was when he felt Gamble’s fingers around his erection that he shook. He was touching him, and it felt amazing.
Poe moaned as his dick was stroked, and Gamble did the same thing he’d done to him.
He was exploring, unafraid of touching him, or being touched.
Clearly.
When he kissed down his chest, he found the man’s nipples, and played there for a while. He teased, tormented, and made Poe shake with desire.
“Oh, God,” he whispered, as his body shook in anticipation. “Gamble,” he said.
Only, the man wasn’t done.
He kept going.
This was like a drug, and Gamble couldn’t get enough. He wanted Poe to shatter apart at his touch.
He wanted this man in the worst way.
“Please,” Poe whispered as the torment was more than he could take. It had been a while, and now, he knew he’d never let anyone touch him again.
This was his one perfect moment with the most amazing man.
The love of his life.
When Gamble bit one of his nipples hard, Poe nearly came from that alone.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, as the precum lubricated his dick and Gamble’s fist.
Gamble spoke.
“I love your body,” he admitted. “You respond to me in a way I’ve missed,” he said.
Poe couldn’t think. His nipples were wet and pebbled from the chill in the room and Gamble’s hot mouth.
Jesus.
He’d never felt this before.
It was absolute perfection.
“I had to be careful with her,” he said.
When Poe opened his eyes, ready to protest that he wasn’t her, Gamble cut him off.
“With you, I feel like I can be wild,” he admitted. “I’ve missed that. Thank you, Poe,” he said, and then moved down his sleek body, right to his dick.
He stroked him, making sure to drive him wild.
For a while, Poe wasn’t sure if he was going to blow him. The man might not be into that. This was new territory, and Poe was his new playground.
Anything was possible.
Only, just as he was about to tell him he didn’t have to give him head, he did.
That surprised him.
“I apologize. I’m learning,” he said, and then took him in his mouth.
Well, holy fuck!
That one intimate act was enough to devastate Poe in ways Gamble would never understand.
No man would ever be able to make him feel like this again. It was as if Gamble stamped his name across his heart, soul, and libido, claiming it as his.
Poe bowed, his head dropping back as the man gave him a blowjob.
It was amazing.
He didn’t miss a spot, and he made sure to keep stroking him as he sucked.
His eyes were crossing from the pleasure.
“FUCK,” Poe muttered, as his hands went into Gamble’s hair, and he slowed him down. If he kept that speed up, Poe was cumming.
The man took the cues, and even dragged his teeth up the length of him, sending shockwaves through his body.
He worked him harder, taking him deeper, and experimenting with the whole thing.
It wasn’t horrifying or bad. It was actually getting him harder because Poe was reacting to it.
His thighs were quivering, and he wanted to give him as much pleasure as he could.
As he curled his tongue around the tip of his dick, he moaned.
“About to cum,” Poe whispered. “Can’t hold on,” he warned.
Gamble went harder, wanting to see what it would be like having a man cum in his mouth. Oh, he’d done it to a lot of women, but he needed to experience every single possible moment with Poe.
Tugging on his balls, like Poe did for him, the man went off like fireworks.
His body bucked as he came.
The whole time, Gamble swallowed, experiencing it for the first time. When he was done, he grinned.
He liked it.
The taste of the man wasn’t unappealing. The way he felt in his mouth was amazing. In fact, he didn’t want to stop.
Moving up his body, he left a trail of kisses across his goose bumped flesh.
When he reached his face, Poe was watching him.
“Did I do okay?” Gamble asked.
Poe laughed.
“Me thinks you’ve done that before,” he said.
Never.
“Sorry, Poe, but I haven’t. I’ve gotten head, but never given it.”
Poe was curious.
“Are we done?” he asked, not sure if it would go further. Some guys stopped it there for a reason.
Gamble paused.
“That’s it? There’s no ass involved? Because I was kinda looking forward to that part. You have a really amazing one.”
Poe laughed.
He reminded him of a kid in a candy store, wanting everything he saw.
There were worse things for Poe. To be wanted and craved?
Sign.
Him.
Up.
“I mean, there’s ass involved, but you’re new at this. I didn’t want to roll over, Mate, point and tell you to get at it. That seemed kind of crass.”
Gamble grinned.
“But what if I want to get at it?” he asked. “Can I? What’s the etiquette on it?”
Poe was amused.
“There’s not really a specific rule. I’m game if you want to go further. I’ll be your training wheels.”
He wanted more than that.
He didn’t want to think of it as just that. He wanted to make sure this man understood.
“I don’t need training wheels, Poe. I need you.”
That staggered him to his core. Truthfully, he needed him too.
“I do have a rule,” Poe admitted, staring into his eyes.
“What is it?” he asked, not sure where this was going. Gamble really wanted to experience this, and he was pretty sure he’d jump through hoops for Poe.
He was honest.
“Don’t hold back, Gamble. I’m not her. I’m not anyone but me. What happens between us is us. You won’t hurt me unless you’re disingenuous about it.”
He calmed down.
“So I can be me?” he asked. “Because I know my way around an ass. I’ve fucked a few.”
He laughed.
“Yeah, be you. I want to see that man.”
If they only had this one moment, Poe wanted everything. He never wanted to wonder if he’d given more would he have stayed?
Would he have been enough for him to not run away?
Poe didn’t think he could live with wondering for the rest of his life.
“Then, let’s have some fun,” Gamble said, finding his mouth with his, and taking control.
The rest was autopilot.
With Storm, there were things he couldn’t do. She’d been abused, and he always had to be cognizant of that.
There was no wild, sweaty sex.
The lights had to be on, and he couldn’t put her in certain positions.
Her ass…
Never.
Only, now, with Poe, he was about to have some fun because he could.
Rolling with him, he got Poe above him, and sat up. When he was in his lap, he kept kissing him. Poe was hard again, and Gamble knew what he wanted.
He broke the kiss.
“Get me wet, Poe, so I don’t hurt you,” he said.
Oh, well, sign him up.
He went back to his dick, and gave him a sloppy, sloppy blowjob.
The whole time, the man moaned, and Poe loved every second of it. He was pulling out every trick in the book, trying to make him want to stay.
Forever.
“Holy fuck! More of that, please,” Gamble said, testing out if he could be himself. He slipped his hand into Poe’s hair, and worked him down his dick until the man swallowed all of him.
He was slightly choking on his cock, but it was something that felt so damn good.
And that one, sexy act lubricated it.
When he let the man’s head go, he worked him harder, proving he didn’t mind it.
Oh, and for Poe, it was anything but. As a gay man, you choked on a lot of cock. That it was Gamble’s made this moment monumental.
When he pulled him from his dick, the man was surprised.
“Come on, baby, ride me,” he said, being himself. “I want you in my lap.”
Just the way he said it…
Jesus.
Poe wanted this in the worst way.
He liked taking dick, so this was part of the fun for him. Gamble buried in his ass?
Sign.
Him.
Up.
As he got into position, he felt the nudge and stared into Gamble’s eyes.
“Tell me if I’m too rough, Poe,” he said, feeling like himself for the first time in a very long time. It was like finding himself when he was lost in the world.
These were the breadcrumbs back home.
Poe nodded, but couldn't speak. He was being invaded by the man’s dick as he pulled him down. His hands were on his hips, and he was being impaled.
“Oh, fuck,” Poe whispered.
Yeah, it had been a while since he’d been riding a man’s dick, and Gamble wasn’t a small man.
This was the best day of his life.
Beneath him, Gamble moaned and rested his head on the stone wall as he fought that overwhelming pleasure. It was like nothing he’d felt before.
His dick was being squeezed by the man’s ass, and it felt like heaven.
“Jesus, Poe,” he whispered.
Suddenly, his mouth was dry, and he didn’t think it was because he was thirsty.
When Poe finally bottomed out, getting all of him in his ass, Poe opened his eyes and took a breath.
“So big.”
Gamble understood.
“So tight. I’m not lasting long, Poe,” he admitted. “Next time I’ll have more control,” he promised. “It’s like doing it again for the first time.”
Poe understood.
So, he gave him the works.
He began bouncing in his lap, working his dick like someone who thoroughly enjoyed it.
Because he did.
As he kept bouncing, Gamble grabbed his erection, and stroked him.
Poe whimpered.
He was taking ass, and being jerked off at the same time, and that sensation was overwhelming him.
This was a good day for him, despite how it started hours ago.
He kept moving, and when Gamble was close, he moaned.
“About to cum,” he said.
That was good because Poe was too.
With two more slides down the man’s cock, he felt the explosion deep within his body.
And he came too, shooting a load of cum on Gamble’s tattooed chest.
“OH, FUCK!” Gamble shouted, as that warmth overwhelmed him, and he just held onto the man.
Neither of them moved.
They could hear the heavy breathing, and the tinkle of water from beside them.
When Poe lifted his head, he thought it was over. Only, Gamble was still hard. He was still buried in his ass, and throbbing.
“Jesus,” he said. “Are you telling me…?”
He didn’t get to finish. Gamble moved, put the man on his knees, and had at him.
Oh, he fucked him good.
Poe told him to be himself, and he was.
“That last batch of cum is what I call lubrication,” he said, pulling the man up so his back was against his chest. Then, he went hard.
Poe moaned.
He shook.
He’d never been fucked like this before.
Gamble had him locked to his body with one arm, and then he was jerking him off.
HARD.
It was punishing.
It was unforgiving.
Oh, and Poe had never felt anything so goddamn amazing in his life. He was giving him punishing strokes in the ass, and on his dick.
And Poe liked it.
No, he loved it.
“Fuck, Doctor,” he whispered. “Your ass is perfect,” he said, driving himself as deeply into the man so they were connected.
Poe shook.
When he called him doctor and fucked him, it felt all kinds of kinky and naughty.
“More,” he begged, as Gamble gave him all he had.
It was when he tugged on his nipples that Poe broke apart, unable to hold back.
Cum shot out of his dick, and Gamble buried himself one last time in him.
And came.
The two men fell over, landing on the stone. Poe’s head was on his arm, and Gamble’s dick was still in the man as they fought that pleasure.
Yeah, Gamble hadn’t felt like this in a very long time. Finally, sex felt fulfilling again. Like he’d earned that rest after, instead of it being about soothing someone else first.
It was one of the best moments of his life.
Finally, he spoke.
“I liked that. I liked that a lot.”
Poe actually laughed.
“Not as much as I liked it,” he admitted.
Gamble just smiled. That fear that he’d never be able to be intimate ever again was over. He’d broken that fast with a man.
A sexy, smart, and good man.
This was a day that Gamble would lock away in his soul for when he needed to feel whole. Poe made him feel like he wasn’t a broken mess. He made him feel complete and important.
For that, he’d owe him forever.
He’d fixed the unfixable.
“We’re a mess,” Poe finally admitted as he lazed around in the man’s arms. “Not that I’m complaining. I like getting messy with you.”
Gamble left a warm kiss on Poe’s shoulder, and then nuzzled him with his five o’clock shadow.
“I mean, there are far worse things,” he admitted. “Getting dirty with you is definitely a perk to this day,” he stated.
Poe laughed.
Well, since they were being chased by gun-toting nuts, he wasn’t sure how big of a compliment that was, but he’d take it.
Poe stayed pressed to his body, and he liked being spooned. It reminded him of that time they woke up in bed together.
When Poe shivered a bit, Gamble had an idea. He wanted to keep giving him something to remember him by when he had to leave.
Even thinking it made him sad, but what choice did he have.
“I know how to clean us up,” Gamble admitted.
Shifting, his dick fell out of his ass, and he was up, scooping Poe into his arms.
Honestly, Poe was confused as he carried him to the grotto.
“Uh, I can’t swim, Mate,” he said. “We did this once, and it was almost a disaster.”
Oh, well, he wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Only, this time, he was aware that the man couldn’t swim, but he certainly could.
“Hold your breath, and trust me,” he said. “We’re going to clean up.”
Poe didn’t question it.
He held on.
And when they hit the water, it took everything not to take a breath.
And to believe that Gamble wouldn’t fail him.
Like he feared.