Chapter 9 #2
Gage released his hip and cupped Fallon’s cheek, stroking a thumb over his jaw.
He was freshly shaved, and his stubble was softer now that he’d been off testosterone for so many months.
“Because I like you. Because you—you’re one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen in my life.
Because you’ve been through a lot, and you deserve to have some pleasure when you want it. ”
Fallon’s throat was thick and hot with want. He wasn’t going to be able to resist if Gage kept this up. And fuck, why should he? Why should he resist at all? Maybe it would blur lines between friendship and a relationship, but everything felt blurry right now.
His life was upside down and about to turn inside out in just a few months. So why not have this?
“I want you to kiss me,” Fallon said.
Gage groaned and surged forward, pressing his lips to Fallon’s in a chaste but heavy kiss. Fallon’s eyes slammed shut, and then he parted his lips and carefully touched his tongue to Gage’s. It was so warm, so soft.
Fallon’s dick twitched in his pants, and he shoved his hand down the front, grinding against the heel of his palm. He heard Gage suck in a breath, and when he looked at him, he saw Gage staring down at where he was touching himself.
“I want to do that,” Gage said. “Please let me.”
Fallon nodded, nearly frantic as he pulled his hand away, and Gage threw the blankets back, sliding onto his knees before taking Fallon’s legs and hooking them over his shoulders. His fingers twisted into the waistband of his sweats and tugged until they slipped down over his ass.
His packer fell out with a heavy thud, and Gage grunted before lifting Fallon’s left leg and pulling the sweats down. When he spread his knees, Fallon felt the cool air hit him right at his core, and his muscles clenched in anticipation.
He loved the way Gage watched him. He’d melted under it the first time, and the fact that he was here again under his tender yet rough care was beyond his ability to comprehend. This had happened a thousand times in his fantasies, but he never thought he’d be brave enough to ask for it again.
“Can I use my mouth? Can I suck your dick?”
Fallon groaned. “Yeah, but I’ll come right away.”
“Good. I want you to come until you can’t come anymore.” Gage leaned in, grazing two fingers over his front hole, dipping low to his ass, where he pressed down gently, then leaned in and sucked Fallon’s cock into the curl of his tongue.
Fallon only had enough time to suck in a breath before his first orgasm crashed over him. He pulsed. He gushed. He felt Gage toying with his ass, which made the pleasure so much more. His eyes slammed shut as his stomach clenched, and then he sat up with a soft gasp and shoved Gage back.
“Tell me this is okay.”
Gage frowned at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re certified as an EMT, right? Tell me that you don’t think I’ll hurt—” He pressed his hand to his stomach.
Gage shook his head, smiling as he sat up higher on his knees and took Fallon by the chin. “I researched that too. Sorry if I sound like a stalker, but I was hoping—I don’t know. That I might have a shot with you again. So I wanted to be sure. And safe.”
“Oh.” Fallon was touched. Too touched. His eyes got all hot, and he hated how easily he cried now. Trying to distract himself, he yanked Gage in by the front of his shirt and kissed him hard, and messier than he normally liked.
He could taste himself on Gage’s tongue, and fuck, he liked that too.
“I want to fuck you,” he murmured.
Gage pulled back, eyes wide and pupils blown. “Yeah?”
“Would you—would that be okay?”
“Oh, fuck yes. Fuck.” Gage’s words trembled as he spoke. “Your bed?”
“Yeah.” Fallon stood up, his knees a little weak, but he was steady as he walked ahead of Gage, almost able to feel the man’s gaze on his ass. The moment he passed through his bedroom door, he yanked his shirt off and tossed it to the side of the room. “Get naked.”
Gage immediately began to peel away his clothes, and Fallon turned to his dresser, opening the top drawer, where he carried all of his supplies. His favorite dick was in there with the softer belt that didn’t dig into his skin but still held it on tight enough to get rough in bed.
He’d only used it once, and that had been a disaster, but only because the other guy got freaked-out halfway about being fucked by a dildo and left. Fallon had put it away after that, but he was ready to rewrite memories.
Slipping the straps around his thighs, he adjusted the belt, then pressed the vibrating knob against his own dick. It felt so fucking good, and he rocked himself against it for a moment, just feeling pleasure as it sparked under his skin.
“Jesus. Jesus, you are so fucking hot,” Gage said.
Fallon looked over and saw Gage lounging on the bed, resting on his stomach. He was thrusting his hips against the blankets, his face a mask of want. Fallon met his gaze and rubbed himself harder, then took the thick, hard silicone cock in his hand and began to stroke it.
“Oh shit. I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” Gage warned.
Fallon smiled as he let go, then dug into the drawer for lube. “Can you get yourself ready?”
Gage shook his head. “I like to open up on cock. Is that okay?”
Fallon closed his eyes, taking in a breath as he nodded. It was more than okay. It was too okay. He was throbbing and desperate now. “It’s sterilized, but if you want me to put on a condom…”
“No.” Gage rolled onto his side and made grabby hands for Fallon. He went easily and let himself be kissed deeply again. “I want to feel you.”
The way Gage talked about him—about all of him like that. Like it didn’t matter if parts were removable or not. Fallon knew he deserved that, but he rarely ever had it, and that felt…rare. He’d heard words like that from people who were trying too hard, but the way Gage spoke, it was different.
“Roll over,” Fallon said as he climbed on the bed.
He grabbed the lube and slicked up his cock, then pushed the button to start a low vibration.
He didn’t always love that sensation, but now, while he was worked up, it was perfect.
It hit in the right spot, and he felt his second orgasm starting to crest just as he pressed the head of his cock right against Gage’s hole. “Tell me you’re good.”
“I’m good. I’m so fucking good. You can go hard with me, sweetheart. I like it. I like it so fucking much.”
Heat slammed into Fallon, racing from the top of his stomach to the tips of his ears, and he rocked forward, almost as if on instinct. His fingers dug into Gage’s hips as he pulled him back, and he watched with wide eyes as the tip of his cock pressed against Gage’s hole—hard—and then slipped in.
“Shit shit shit,” Gage gasped. He moaned, the sound thready as his back arched and his hips rolled against the blankets.
God, his body was like a fucking work of art. Fallon wanted to take a picture of him just like this—with the bead of sweat dripping down his temple, and the flushed patches of his skin that made his moles and freckles stand out, and the curve of his body that moved the same way a river flowed.
“You’re really, really beautiful,” Fallon muttered.
Gage grunted as Fallon thrust his hips forward again, then again—harder and harder. The room was filled with soft slapping noises of skin hitting skin, punctuated by Gage’s grunts and Fallon’s breathy groans.
It had never been like this. Not with anyone.
Fallon felt…different. There were no words to describe this kind of perfection, which terrified him because this had been so easy to get, so how easy would it be to lose? And yet, Gage made him feel safe.
He watched as Gage spread his legs further, rocking his hard dick against the blankets harder, his body shuddering as it sought friction.
“Do you want me to make you come?” Fallon asked, dragging his hand up the center of Gage’s bowed spine.
Gage let out a weak groan and shook his head. “I’m…I can’t…” He took a breath. “I’m so close. Right—right there,” he said, angling his hips a little. Fallon matched him and thrust hard, and Gage’s head dropped to the bed. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna come. Baby, baby. I’m gonna…”
“Yes,” Fallon said. “Make a mess. I want to watch you.” He spread his own legs a little, taking more pressure off the vibe against his dick, and fuck, it felt good.
Too good.
He was going to come too. But not before he made Gage lose total control.
“Uh uh uh,” Gage grunted as Fallon fucked him deeper. Harder. Rolling his hips but keeping that same angle. His hand coasted further up Gage’s back, then tangled in his hair. It was sweaty and silky, soft and hard to grip, but he twisted the short locks around his finger and pulled.
“Oh God oh fuck I’m…” Gage babbled, and then his hips stuttered…and then they stilled.
Curious and turned on, Fallon lifted Gage’s hips off the bed.
He whined in protest, but Fallon cupped his still-hard dick and felt the wetness there.
The mess he’d left behind. He let Gage rock against his hand, giving him the last vestiges of his orgasm as Fallon closed his eyes and let his own hit him.
It was softer this time—a gentle rolling thunder starting deep inside him as his walls clenched. He rocked his dick against the vibe even harder as the feeling spread to his limbs, stealing his breath, forcing his eyes shut.
He heard himself moaning, and then he pulled back, the cock slipping from Gage just far enough that he could collapse on his back and fumble for the button to turn the vibe off now that the sensation was too much.
Gage fell forward into the wet spot, but he didn’t seem to mind. Not the way Fallon would have.
They lay there like that for a short forever, and then Fallon fell onto his side, and Gage turned to face him. He hooked their legs together, then placed a hand on Fallon’s jaw and stroked his cheek with a rough thumb.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
Fallon blinked at him. “Ever?” He couldn’t possibly mean ever. For Fallon, sure. This was a fucking moment. But for Gage…?
Pushing up on his elbow, Gage leaned forward and took a kiss, Fallon’s eyes closing against it. His hand moved from Fallon’s jaw to his throat, applying the barest pressure there before moving down to the center of his sternum, then lower. Then lower.
He heard the distinct sound of Gage’s hand on his cock. It was wet from the lube and probably warm. Gage’s hand moved, stroking it, and Fallon’s breath stuttered in his chest.
“Is this okay? Is it…do you like it?”
Fallon opened his eyes and looked down to see Gage’s tan fingers curled around the silicone. He looked up at his friend. At his lover. At his…hell, there wasn’t really a word for what they were to each other.
“I like when you touch me. All of me.”
Gage’s hand sped up for a second, then slowed. He let the cock drop to the side, and then his fingers coasted up, stopping on the very slight swell of Fallon’s stomach.
Fallon’s breath caught halfway up his throat, and for a moment, it felt like he was choking. It took him a moment to exhale and then inhale. He barely touched himself there, and it was a lot. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Gage doing it.
“Tell me to stop if—”
“Don’t stop.” The words came unthinking. Fallon didn’t know how he felt until right in that moment when he was asked to make that choice. He didn’t know if he’d be able to stand it if it were anyone else.
But Gage was different.
From the moment Fallon had met him, he’d been different.
Gage lightened his touch, though not enough to be painful, and he traced over the shape of the swell. “I can see it now.”
“Mm. My clothes don’t fit anymore. They’re too tight. I hate the feeling.”
Gage’s touch ran upward until he was cupping Fallon’s jaw again. “Let me take you shopping.”
“Gage—”
He leaned in and kissed Fallon quiet. “Let me take you shopping,” he repeated. “Things that feel good and look good. Yes?”
Fallon folded like a wet paper towel. It was impossible to say no to this man. “Yes.”
“Mm. Good boy.”
Fallon gave a hard, intense shudder. “I—”
Gage grinned. Oh. He knew what he was doing. He leaned in and stole another kiss—deeper this time. With purpose. Fallon’s dick was getting hard and thick again, throbbing with more need. He shifted restlessly, and Gage’s smile widened.
“Let me take care of you.” His fingers moved toward the straps on the belt. “Yes?”
Fallon met his gaze and held it. Then, after a short forever, he nodded. Just once. “Yes.”