Chapter GABRIEL #10
I can feel that he’s right on the edge, but staying there.
The years-long block is holding him back, almost paralyzing him, despite how aroused he is.
It looks like he’s trained himself to maintain control and is fighting to get over it, but…
just can’t let go, sabotaging his orgasm. At least that’s how it feels to me.
But I’m not about to stop or give up.
At the same time I realize I’m on the verge of erupting myself, so I decide to make use of it.
It’s… pure instinct.
Almost like somebody has whispered this into my ear, ‘try this! It will unblock him!’
Why the hell would it even work?
Well, I'm about to find out. I reach for my zipper and free my dick. I grab its reddened head, wet with precum. I know I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t release my load. My balls will probably end up exploding into blue glitter.
I pick up the pace, sucking him harder, not giving him a chance to hold back anymore.
It’s almost as if my lips are sucking on the energetic blockage too. Blue lets out a quiet gasp and the whole experience becomes too much for me, my dick erupts with a thick jet of cum!
And something unexpected happens.
The energy of my orgasm seems to travel up through my body and reach Blue…
I literally ‘see’ it, like a flash of white-blue energy flooding his trembling body… Blue lets out a loud, half-shocked groan, his body arching hard, his hips bowing and… something in him breaks as the release starts.
Blue orgasms…
Wow.
Just wow!
My mouth fills with spurts of something sweet, almost like whipped cream… It tastes strangely good, so I take all of it, swallowing greedily.
My first blowjob, and it didn’t go badly at all. But what’s interesting, getting Blue there turned out to be surprisingly… easy.
How is that possible, if he’d had such a strong block? Years of it! Is the reason for it… our special… Bond? Or did he exaggerate? I’m not about to ask. I feel too good about myself right now.
I lift my head, very satisfied, and look at him. Blue is breathing hard, slightly trembling, staring up at the ceiling, and I can tell he’s in deep shock over what just happened.
Then he slowly raises his head to look at me. His eyes are dazed, his cheeks flushed, his lips trembling as he asks,
"Was it really… that absurdly simple? And all these years I’ve…"
Well, so he’s thinking the same thing!
"Maybe I’m just the right person?" I grin, and then I add, emphasizing every word, "By the way, you taste absolutely amazing. Like sweet cream."
A strange flicker crosses his heated face.
Yeah. He thought the same thing I did. The chances of us being fated mates just went up, since release only tastes like that with True Mates and maybe very compatible High Mates. And it would also perfectly explain why his problem resolved… so easily.
Sex between fated mates is said to be epic and comes so easily, with no difficulties whatsoever. In fact, the Bond is supposed to push people into having sex multiple times a day.
But how do I ask about it?
I settle on a humble question: "Was it tolerable?"
He exhales. "Tolerable? It was… incredible. Though very surprising. I need to process it now, for sure."
"So… Really? You’ve never before…?"
He answers in a breaking voice, which is so unlike him.
"I barely remember my early teenage years. Maybe I had some, um… nocturnal emissions. I was a late bloomer, I guess, never interested in guys and sex, more than… books. And after the accident, that part of me was just… blocked for good. My mind was sabotaging it. So now it’s kind of a shock.
It’s… so new. And strange. But also so… pleasant. "
Silence falls. Damn. I stare at him, not sure what to do or say next. Such a delicate situation and kind of life-changing?
"I’m… glad it worked out. I hope it wasn’t too much of a shock, that it didn’t ruin the experience."
Blue snorts softly. "Of course not. It’s a very interesting sensation. I’m simply… amazed it worked at all."
The thoughtful expression again. Does he think about the fated mates possibility? Could I hint at that, maybe?
"I’m not that surprised, to be honest. I believed in our chemistry," I mutter vaguely.
Blue doesn’t take the bait. So I decide to leave it at that.
What are people even supposed to do after a first-ever blowjob?
I’m hard again, but I’m not about to draw attention to it. I stay quiet, desperately searching for something else to say. I also don’t want to come off as bragging or showing off over so magically helping him overcome that massive block.
Blue keeps being quiet too, most likely analyzing everything that just happened, maybe even overanalyzing it.
Suddenly he blurts out, almost in a nervous, high-pitched tone, like he just remembered he should say something, considering it was my first time,
"I appreciate all that you did today, and your enthusiasm, Gabriel. I have no way to compare it, but I’m fairly certain it was… skillful."
"What matters most is that you liked it," I reply quickly, because the tension in him has clearly crept back a little.
Blue pulls up his pants and buttons his shirt. I want to say something more, get some reassurance about where we stand now.
Are we… the secret boyfriends thing he mentioned? In an exclusive relationship? Testing things? Is this it, is this on?
But I have no idea how to phrase it.
Also I don’t want to sound overly romantic, since he emphasized it's just an experiment and there’s no chance for love confessions, but I don’t want to stay in silence either.
Blue slowly sits up. I sit up too.
Damn, this is awkward.
So why not just say it? Why not make it part of our interaction and normalize it? Screw it.
"Awkward, right?" I let out a small, slightly dumb laugh.
To my surprise, Blue chuckles too and sighs.
"Totally. I’m good at a lot of things, but this part… I’m a rookie. It’s weird."
Even that short exchange takes a lot of nerves off both of us, like letting air out of an overinflated balloon.
Then he adds, his tone lighter now, "I’m like a teenager when it comes to this."
"So maybe we just don’t worry about it? Let it be awkward until it stops being awkward?" I shrug.
This may be an opportunity to change the topic to something less heavy. "So, what now? Wanna go for a swim?"
Blue raises an eyebrow. "In the ocean? What about sharks?"
"Maybe there aren’t any around."
Blue makes a face, then sighs. "Right. Maybe! Fine, we can swim."
I glance at our suitcases nearby.
"Do you want me to step out so you can change, or… are we going all in and changing in front of each other?" I grin.
Blue narrows his eyes slightly, challenge accepted, I guess. "Let’s change here."
We both start undressing. I don’t try to hide the fact that I still have an erection. Blue’s eyes drop to my crotch and he freezes for a moment.
"Something wrong?"
I stand there without embarrassment, letting him look.
I’m not as smoothly shaved as him. My dark red bush is trimmed but still there.
"It’s the first time I’ve seen it… well. Ready. It’s enormous."
Clearly he’s not talking about the bush.
"Yeah…"
"So thick."
"I know. Sorry about that."
"Well, that was a… compliment."
"Thanks. It’s never been used for the, um, main purpose, though."
Blue makes a strange face.
"How would it even…" he trails off, a little flushed.
"Fit?" I wrap my fingers around my shaft as I say it, just to emphasize its thickness.
Blue rolls his eyes. "Obviously."
"Well, I’ve heard that an alpha’s scent causes significant relaxation of the muscles there and increases slick production."
Blue exhales and murmurs quietly, "I’m not fully… omega."
"I think you’re omega enough. I could smell your slick after our meeting with Drax and his… pheromones, and I smell it now, so you definitely react to alphas."
Blue just stands there for a moment, staring at me, clearly shocked by how direct I am.
I raise an eyebrow. "What? Did I say something untrue?"
Suddenly Blue chuckles. "You’re… very unfiltered."
"No point in beating around the bush."
"Fair enough." Blue pulls on his swim trunks.
I do the same, though with some difficulty.
As we head out onto the deck, the sunscreen suddenly catches my eye, so I grab it, already considering the other ways it could be useful.
We stop at the back of the deck, where you can get into the water.
"A little sunscreen on your shoulders?" I offer politely, though it’s not just about sun protection.
Blue gives me a knowing look, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Alright," he says in a particular tone. "You’re prepared for every situation."
"Of course." I grin.
"Then go ahead."
I squeeze a bit of gel into my palm and step behind Blue.
When I place my hands on his shoulders, a shiver runs through me, along with a deep awareness of how small he is.
His shoulders and arms are so delicate and slight compared to mine that an intense wave of protectiveness washes over me, along with an almost overwhelming urge to keep him safe at any cost.
"You’re so small," I blurt out, even though I realize how incredibly cringeworthy it sounds.
"And in that small body, such a big spirit," I add quickly, trying to do him justice.
There’s a moment of silence, and I hear his heartbeat pick up slightly.
"Was Marcel like that too?" Blue asks suddenly, his voice a little strange.
"Yeah, Marcel was built a lot like you, I mean he is."
Another pause, like he’s thinking about it. I keep spreading the gel over his slim back in slow, gentle motions, my heart still trembling at the feel of his fragility. The sense of responsibility to keep this petite person safe feels stronger than anything else, almost… genetic.
"Is that a coincidence? Or do you like that type?"