Chapter GABRIEL #9
"Stop! Stop, Blue. Stop talking like I don’t have my own mind and voice, like I’m a child who will change his position tomorrow.
I once heard that relationships with a big age gap have this risk, that the older person won’t take the younger one seriously, that they’ll speak in a diminishing, patronizing tone.
Please don’t do that, Blue. Don’t take away my right to be certain," I let it all out in a shaky but determined voice.
Blue stays silent for a moment. He's also breathing fast, his heart is galloping. This conversation feels important for both of us, it's obvious, and it costs us a lot.
"You’re right," he whispers. "I shouldn’t say that. I’ll try not to do it in the future."
Silence falls.
But along with it, some slight relaxation in the energy settles around us.
I look into his eyes. I need to hear it.
"So… you’re giving us a chance? Trial boyfriends?"
Blue takes a deep breath. His cheeks are flushed, his heart pounding.
"Yes. But there's one more thing. I just don’t know how to talk about it publicly. I wouldn’t want you to be my secret, but on the other hand, if you’re with me, you’ll become a target yourself."
I snort. "That doesn’t matter. I’ll remain your bodyguard and contractual husband no matter what, and either way I’ll be a target just by being close to you, so it changes nothing."
He sighs. "That’s a valid point."
"And as for our close ones, if you want, we don’t have to tell anyone for now. It can stay an experiment, as you called it. You can treat it as a way to check… whether this relationship is right for you, without changing how others see you, without them gossiping, being nosy…"
"On the other hand, I don’t want you to think I’m ashamed of you."
"I won’t think that. I see it as simple caution. I know, as a scientist, you think about stuff a bit differently, in a more… structured way. There’s no point in creating a sensation before you’re sure you really want this, and the ‘test phase’ is over."
"A reasonable idea." Blue smiles faintly.
"I really understand you, Blue. You’re almost famous for staying away from relationships, for dedicating yourself only to science. It’s almost like a reputation to uphold. I don’t want to ruin it before we’re… more solid in your eyes."
Blue squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, and lets out a heavy breath.
"I never thought I’d enter any kind of relationship, and I even didn’t feel the temptation… but something changed when you appeared. For the first time, I let myself think about more than a solitary life. About trying to… dig deeper into the possibilities of…"
Silence falls.
His cheeks take on a deeper shade of red. And I can just read it in him, like in an open book.
"Of pleasure? It works both ways, you know."
"When you’re—" he stops, he clearly can’t finish the sentence.
"When I’m close?"
He lets out a small, impatient huff. "Yes! Something changes, and new… feelings emerge within me. Needs I didn’t know before."
"That’s good, right? I believe we’re perfect for each other, Blue… Because I feel something powerful in me for you too, like I never have before, even though I thought I wanted Marcel, but oh boy, I was so wrong. You awaken a truly wild alpha in me, it’s like another dimension!"
His hand rests on my cheek for a few seconds, and then it starts to move again, his index finger brushing along my cheekbone while his thumb slowly traces my lower lip.
The touch is both pleasant and exciting, and I’m just eagerly absorbing it like a sponge, breathing deeply, simply enjoying it.
But then Blue’s half-lidded eyes drop to my mouth, and I decide to take the risk, surprising myself.
Incredibly slowly, I lean in slightly and brush his lips first, tentatively, just testing the water, just scratching the surface.
When I don’t feel any resistance, I press closer, tasting that sweetness again, the feeling that always comes alive when I touch him, like an electric shock tearing through my cells.
His lips are so surprisingly soft, inviting, and sweet and I sink into them blissfully, searching again for his willing tongue, and he doesn’t deny me.
In a slow, sensual rhythm, our tongues brush, tangle, slide over each other, and we're slipping into each other’s mouths in turn, first mine into his, then his into mine, while my hand wraps gently around his waist and pulls him closer, my fingers trailing slowly along the line of his spine as the heat between us rises fast.
The kisses grow more intense, more hungry.
The sweet tension builds, the atmosphere intensifies, and it feels like something inside me is about to snap!
Only then do I pull away from his lips and move down to his neck in what I guess is an instinctive reaction for an alpha, searching for glands I could kiss and suck, but that’s the moment I make a mistake.
When my lips reach his neck, close to where his glands used to be, Blue’s hand suddenly tenses against my chest and pushes my head away.
His cheeks are flushed when he speaks, his voice tense.
"I don’t want you to kiss me there."
"I… want to kiss your whole body."
"But I don’t want you touching the scars where my glands were. That’s… too much for me right now."
I stay quiet for a moment, then nod, because I know I shouldn’t push that and lose the sweet momentum.
So I lean in again, this time sliding my lips along his jaw, his chin, his throat, moving down to his collarbones, avoiding his shoulders.
My fingers quickly undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing his slim chest. I can feel a flicker of unease in him, a trace of that tension from before, but when my mouth closes over his nipple, Blue lets out a quiet sigh. So apparently that was the right call.
I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve seen quite a number of scenes in movies and read enough to know I should give this part of his body some tender attention. I tease the hardened nub with my tongue, then take it into my mouth, sucking gently.
I know it feels good to him, I can almost sense it in his body. He tilts his head back slightly, his lips parting as uneven breaths escape him, his fingers tangling in my hair.
I can also sense something like surprise spreading through him, as if he’s stunned by how quickly his arousal is building. It’s almost like I can read it straight from his mind.
I take my time with both nipples, switching between them, and while my mouth works on one, my fingers roll the other.
It has a rather powerful effect.
Blue is getting more and more worked up, restless, his head shifting back, thrashing on the pillow, short puffs of air pushing out of his lungs, his eyes kind of dazed, and also kinda in shock at what’s going on with his body.
Control, the famous control he has over everything, is slipping… and at one point I can feel his hips making small, unconscious movements forward, like he wants to press himself against me, rub his dick against me.
An idea crosses my mind about how to take this further.
"Would you agree if I blew you…? Let me try, please!"
Blue stiffens slightly, the jump from this to a blowjob is perhaps too abrupt, or maybe not, but I’m in such a haze, my arousal skyrocketing, that I just dare to propose it shamelessly.
There’s a moment of silence, and he frowns, his head still tilted toward the ceiling, but then I feel a small nod.
"Don’t… expect too much, it may not work…" he whispers.
But it just passes me by, like white noise. I’m flowing on a wave of our incredible chemistry, nothing seems impossible! Even breaking his block of over two decades!
Crazy, but the surge is pushing me to do it, my ‘let’s do it’ alpha side fully activated.
Taking the opportunity, I move my mouth down over his smooth stomach, licking and kissing. There are no scars there, no sign of surgeries or the gunshot wound. Right, his knowledge of tissue regeneration must have helped.
Not lingering, I unfasten his linen pants and push them down together with his black boxers.
I half-consciously expected he wouldn’t be fully hard, due to the stress of the situation, but… well. His erection jumps out of his pants. Blue is ready, his small pink penis standing boldly above his smoothly shaved groin, his balls small but neat and proportional.
I notice him watching me, watching my reaction to his body, so I give him a quick smile and a wink.
"You have a pretty dick," I murmur and leave a small kiss at the top of his shaft.
Blue blushes.
Then I decide to go all in. Why half measures?
One move down, and I take him into my mouth, whole right away, as deep as I can.
At five inches it’s not exactly a challenge, but the fact that it’s my first time makes it feel intense, a mix of excitement and nerves.
Still, I’m willing to give it all I have, because…
it’s finally happening for me. At twenty-one I’m blowing my first dick!
My very first sexual situation; it makes me almost drunk with happiness, and overeagerness to do everything right.
Blue throws his head back against the pillow, his arms spread to the sides, hands clenched into fists, his eyes shut tight.
I don’t really know how I’m supposed to do this, but I try to wrap my lips around his shaft, press it against my tongue, and take it as deep as I can in a series of steady, smooth movements.
One advantage is that he’s very hard, almost like I’m sucking on a real bone wrapped in silk.
Sometimes I pause briefly and run my tongue over the small head of his penis, watching him, then go back to sucking.
Blue’s whole body trembles slightly, his hips, thighs, and stomach tense, his breathing fast, his heart racing.