Chapter 11
Gabriel
The house Drew was renting was large and beautiful. The bedroom was spacious, much bigger than Gabriel’s bedroom at his parents’ cottage, and Drew and Gabriel tumbled onto it together when they got to Drew’s house.
It had taken all of Gabriel’s willpower to keep his hands off of Drew when they were in the car together.
It would’ve been unsafe to touch him while driving, and irresponsible to pull over on the side of the road and climb on top of him, though he thought about it multiple times.
Drew’s hand rested on his thigh while they were in the car, and they had barely shut the door to Drew’s house before they were kissing again.
Passion had been unleashed between them. They had been building towards it all week, and the entire day had led up to this. The supposed haunting at the camp was a strange setback, but Gabriel filed that away in his mind to worry about later. Right now, all he wanted to think about was Drew.
On Drew’s bed, they pulled off each other’s clothes, tossing them aside.
When Drew was naked on the bed before him, Gabriel paused to catch his breath and to appreciate the beauty of Drew’s body.
He was a professional athlete, and it showed in how he looked.
He was strong and muscular, with some hair on his chest and tattoos on his shoulder, which Gabriel had noticed before but not appreciated until now.
His pecs were broad, his dark nipples hard, and his abs firm and rippled.
His cock stuck out thick and hard from a dark, curly bush, which Gabriel wanted to bury his face in and smell.
Drew was beautiful, perfect, and Gabriel wanted him desperately.
They grasped each other and kissed, Drew’s tongue pushing into Gabriel’s mouth. Gabriel moaned and welcomed him, and they rolled over so that Drew was on top, the weight of his naked body pressing down on Gabriel’s. He was so aroused that he thought he might cum immediately.
Drew firmly grasped one of Gabriel’s legs, hiking it up and pressing their midsections together. Gabriel bucked his hips involuntarily, wanting to take Drew inside of him right now.
The kisses Drew pressed to Gabriel’s neck were hungry, practically ravenous. They wanted each other badly.
At one point, Drew sat back on his haunches, his nakedness a beautiful sight to behold. He looked down at Gabriel in admiration and traced a gentle finger along Gabriel’s hard cock, drawing a gasp from Gabriel’s lips.
“Where on Earth did you come from?” Gabriel whispered. “I feel like I’ve needed you my whole life.”
“I’ve been waiting for something like this, and didn’t know it,” Drew said. He kissed Gabriel gently, and Gabriel could’ve melted into the kiss.
“What do you want to do?” he asked breathlessly. He wanted to make love with Drew, but he didn’t feel the need to rush all the way there yet. They could take their time. They had the whole summer.
Drew’s gentle fingers brushed Gabriel’s cock. “I want this,” he whispered, “in my mouth.”
That was more than acceptable to Gabriel, and he lay back on the bed, his arms folded behind his head, as Drew lowered his face over Gabriel’s cock.
Gabriel wasn’t as well-endowed as Drew, but he was still large, and was harder than he’d been in a while.
His desire for Drew was almost more than he could bear.
Drew gently wrapped his hand around Gabriel’s cock, his touch warm. He stroked Gabriel’s cock, his movements slow and deliberate. “Perfect,” he murmured. “So perfect.”
Gabriel wasn’t sure about his cock being “perfect,” but he was glad Drew thought so.
Drew kissed the tip of his cock, drawing his tongue slowly around the head, where a pearl of precum was slowly making its way down towards Gabriel’s shaft.
The touch of his tongue was wet and ticklish, and Gabriel shivered in pleasure.
When Drew took him in his mouth, Gabriel let out a moan.
Drew sucked Gabriel’s cock, stroking him at the base and cupping his balls.
He worked at Gabriel’s cock at a deliberate pace, savoring him, and Gabriel let himself unravel fully in the pleasure.
He would’ve gladly gone further with Drew today, but he would also like the chance to prepare and shower before going further. For now, this was more than enough.
Drew didn’t rush the blowjob. He was, at different times, gentle and feral, changing his speed and sometimes taking Gabriel so deep into his mouth that Gabriel thought he would choke. He would pause to suck Gabriel’s balls, kiss his inner thigh, and stroke him.
“How’s this?” Drew asked at one point.
“Perfect,” was all Gabriel managed to say. He was sweating and weak, and knew he would cum soon. “I’m close,” he added.
Drew smiled devilishly, stroking Gabriel’s cock in one hand and his own in the other. “Good. I want you to cum for me.”
The gentle command could’ve driven Gabriel wild. He wanted to please Drew, to do exactly what Drew wanted.
“Make me cum, then,” he begged.
Drew quickened his strokes on Gabriel’s cock, watching as Gabriel writhed and clung to the pillows, the pleasure overwhelmingly good. He gasped, cried out that he was close, and then came, cum shooting over his stomach and chest.
Drew breathed a quiet, “Fuck,” and then bent down to kiss Gabriel deeply, hot and desperate, as he stroked his own cock. “I’m close, too.”
“I want you to cum on me,” Gabriel gasped, his orgasm still thick in his blood, and Drew’s body tensed as he quickly stroked his cock, leaning over Gabriel and breathing deeply and quickly.
“I’m cumming—” he said, and then he was. He let out something that was half a gasp and half a laugh as warm cum shot from his cock, adding to the mess Gabriel had already made on his stomach.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Gabriel said. He reached up and pulled Drew down to him to kiss him again. He closed his eyes and hoped that the kiss said everything he wanted it to: that he liked this, that he wanted this, that whatever this was, it was good.
“Extremely hot,” Drew agreed when they broke apart. “Let me get you a towel.”
Ten minutes later, they were both cleaned up and lying next to each other on the bed. They were still naked, and Drew had gotten them each a cup of cold water. Gabriel drank his in two long gulps. He was very thirsty, between the hours in the sun and the sex.
“Have to stay hydrated,” Drew said wisely, watching in amusement as Gabriel drained his glass.
Gabriel was too sure in his identity as a sexual being to feel any sort of guilt or shame after a hookup, but he did feel thoughtful after the sex with Drew.
“Do you think this is wise?” he said. “I’m not having any regrets, and I would certainly like to keep doing this, and other things, if that’s something you want, but I also want to make sure we’re being smart.”
Drew shifted his position on the bed, propping himself up on one arm so he could look at Gabriel. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re here for the summer,” Gabriel said, “and then you leave. You go back to Boston and to the NHL, and I stay here.”
“That’s true,” Drew said. “I like you, Gabriel.”
“I like you, too.”
“I’d like to keep seeing you while I’m here this summer, and not just at camp, now that I’m volunteering there.”
“Thank you again for that, by the way.”
Drew kissed him. “Of course.”
“Was it all a ploy to see more of me?”
“Not exactly. I really do want to help. And if I get to see more of you, that’s not a bad thing.”
“I think it’s a very good thing.”
“We could have a beautiful summer romance,” Drew said.
“And what happens when you leave at the end of the summer? Do we just go back to our lives like they were before?”
“Is that something you think you can do?”
Gabriel wasn’t sure at first. Whatever this connection was with Drew, it was powerful.
He wanted to see more of him, and he wanted to keep exploring Drew’s body.
He wanted to make love and to spend hours talking to him.
He wanted to learn everything there was to know about Drew, to share everything about himself, to watch the sunset over Lake Michigan, and share a bottle of wine.
He wanted to know what Drew was reading, and read the same things so they could talk about them. He wanted a romance.
“Yes,” he said, “I think I could.”
“It will be hard to leave you,” Drew admitted.
“It will be hard for me to let you leave, but I’ll have to.”
“And I’ll have to go,” Drew said sadly.
“Let’s not think about that right now,” Gabriel said.
He took Drew’s hand and squeezed it. “We have the summer, and we’re in this magical place, and I don’t believe anything happens by coincidence.
I think we were meant to meet, for whatever reason, and I don’t want to let you go until I have to.
And if, or when, I have to, then I will. ”
“You make it sound easy,” Drew said.
“It won’t be easy.”
“No, it won’t be,” Drew whispered.
“You’re one of a kind, I think,” Gabriel said.
“And so are you.”
Drew pulled Gabriel closer, and they lay together on the bed for a while, not talking, but cuddled close and holding hands. Outside, the afternoon went on, and liquid amber light filtered through the large bedroom windows.
“Dinner?” Drew suggested after they’d been lying there for a long time.
“Dinner,” Gabriel agreed.
They showered together in Drew’s large shower, got dressed in only their underwear, and went to the kitchen. Drew put on a record and played music while they cooked together, a simple meal of pillowy cheese ravioli, fresh sliced tomatoes with lemon and olive oil and basil, and crisp white wine.
They ate on the deck looking out over the Lake, and talked for a very long time.
Drew was easy to talk to, and Gabriel was greedy to learn anything and everything he could about Drew.
They were halfway through the bottle of wine when they started kissing again, right there on the deck, and Gabriel pulled Drew’s underwear down and sucked his dick.
There was no one close enough to see them, and he was so desperate for more of Drew that he needed him right then.
He released Drew from his mouth just before Drew came, and Drew came on Gabriel’s face, exactly where Gabriel had wanted it.
He licked his lips clean of cum, and then kissed Drew again.
He wanted to spend the night, and Drew had offered, but he knew that if he spent the night, they wouldn’t get any sleep.
They both needed sleep. Drew agreed that he would come to the camp tomorrow to talk to Gabriel’s parents and figure out how it would work for him to volunteer as the coach at the camp.
It was nighttime by now, and neither of them was ready for Gabriel to leave.
They had spent the whole day together, a perfect summer day, and they weren’t ready for the day to end.
So instead of letting it end, they sprawled on the big couch in the living room, cuddled close, and watched an old movie and finished the bottle of wine.
Gabriel was careful not to drink too much, because he still wanted to be able to drive home.
When the movie was over, he knew he needed to leave. They kissed one more time and agreed that they would see each other tomorrow. They didn’t make specific plans, but Gabriel knew exactly what he wanted to do. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon they would make love.