Chapter GABRIEL #13
We sit down and start eating. I can tell Blue actually likes it, and that gives me a strange kind of satisfaction as I watch him lift each bite to his mouth with those slender fingers, sliding it between his soft lips.
He notices me staring and tilts his head, his sapphire eyes locking onto my face.
"I didn’t expect you to be able to cook. You’re twenty-one."
"I’m also a student. I couldn’t afford a personal chef or eating out all the time. Making breakfast isn’t a big deal. Though I’ll admit Marlow was better at it, he actually enjoyed cooking, but I still picked up a few useful recipes."
"That’s very nice, because I have to admit, with some embarrassment, that cooking is completely foreign to me."
"I figured."
Blue finishes everything, not leaving a single bite.
"Really delicious," he says with a small smile.
We sit for a while, sipping tea, our eyes drifting toward the bright, open horizon.
I feel a sense of calm, pure relaxation, sitting there with him, enjoying the silence and the scent of the ocean.
"I wonder where we are," Blue says. "I think the yacht drifted a bit while we were asleep…"
"Let’s check." I get up and head to the helm controls.
Sure enough, we’re about one point two four miles away from where we were, but I fix it quickly, starting the engine and setting us back on course..
"Let’s sail along the shoreline," I hear behind me. Blue walks up to me.
I nod. "Sure."
As I steer the yacht along the coastline, Blue says,
"One of my houses is actually not far from here. We can see it from the ocean."
"Maybe you can point it out on this map…" I show him the digital map visible on the helm’s screen.
Blue taps the place and the engine reacts immediately, turning slightly and moving in that direction.
We stare ahead, and soon the coastline reveals itself on the horizon. The yacht moves quickly and quietly.
For a moment we sail along the wide beaches, and soon a group of luxurious mansions sitting on the higher shoreline and small cliffs comes into view.
I know which one belongs to Blue right away, the one perched on a hill, surrounded by lush gardens and a high wall.
"Let me guess, that one is yours. Do you sometimes live there?"
"Not recently, I rent it out."
There’s a bit of silence and I mutter,
"It’s a beautiful place."
Blue does not respond.
Then… I feel it.
Blue slips his fingers under my forearm, hooking his arm through mine, as if he wants to stand close like that, right beside me.
That same pleasant shiver runs through me, the one I always feel when he touches me, and when I turn toward him, our eyes meet.
"Thank you for inviting me on this yacht," he says quietly. "Sometimes work makes me forget that life can be like this too, slower, with more time for myself."
"I’m glad you like it… but what I especially like is being here with you. You’re… so amazing. You’re everything."
Blue looks at me, then his gaze drops briefly to my lips, and I read it perfectly. I lean in and press a soft kiss to his mouth.
"You’re a dream to me, Blue," I whisper.
We trade soft, wet kisses, and then he sighs and whispers, "I can give myself to you, if you want that," saying it all between kisses.
I go still, a sharp, thrilling shiver running through my whole body.
I pull my lips away from his.
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
It almost knocks the breath out of me.
"Oh my gosh, I want it so badly… oh, fuck!"
For a moment we keep kissing, wet and hungry.
"Then you can have it."
We still kiss for a bit longer, and I become a bit suspicious. It sounds too good to be true. I don’t want my horniness to take over and push me forward without caring about what he really feels.
"But why me, Blue? You’ve waited so long, you pushed me away before, and I’m… no one. A criminal at that. I need you to be sure, I don’t want pity or anything forced. I want you to want that, to be sure!"
"I am. Of everything, this is the one thing I’m sure of. And why? Simple as that, I like you and I want you."
I blink. Wow, he admits it so easily.
"You like me?"
"Of course. I can’t confess love, since I do not believe in it, it’s just a chemical thing, but I feel fondness toward you. Is this really surprising?"
"Вот это да…[18] Can it happen now, like right now?" I mumble, leaning in for another wet kiss.
The fact that he isn’t in love with me and I feel like I’m already there doesn’t even fully register, since my body is invested way too much.
I’m so aroused that the rational part of my brain gets muted by the blood rushing through my veins.
It tries to whisper to me that maybe we should wait and let the feelings bloom even more.
We only decided yesterday to become ‘test boyfriends’, so it may not be healthy to do it so quickly, but… that voice gets downvoted by my dick.
"Yes." Blue gives me a short but certain answer.
Well, I’m all in. I wrap my arms around him and lift him up, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
He really agreed. Blue wants to have sex with me, damn! I’m about to have my first time with someone I’m, let’s be honest, seriously into, and that alone feels unreal, like some dream finally coming true.
Sure, it could probably be more romantic, maybe with a candlelit dinner and confessions of undying love, but honestly, this is still pretty amazing.
Completely hyped, I carry him below deck and into the small bedroom.
Part of me feels strangely calm and focused, and at the same time I’m intensely excited, everything inside me stretching, expanding, like I might explode into a shower of colorful bubbles in every direction.
I lower him onto the bed carefully, then look into his face, into his eyes. "Blue, tell me you’re sure. Absolutely sure. I need to know."
Blue’s face looks beautiful, shimmering light slipping through the porthole and falling over his silky skin and hair.
"I am. Also, I have strong reasons to believe that you and I are very highly… compatible."
I stare at him, hovering above him on my elbows, those sapphire eyes carrying a faint, mischievous spark.
"Hey, seriously? You believe that too?"
Blue smiles a little, something almost melancholic in it, his hands lifting to rest gently on my sides. "Storm told me that I should go to that fair because I’d meet someone very special there, someone who would solve my problem with feeling unsafe…"
There’s a moment of silence, our gazes locked.
"Does that mean we’re about to find out?"
Everyone in our world knows that when fated mates have sex for the first time, their souls connect, an energy circuit closes in their bodies, and a swirling ring of electrical discharges appears around them, a once-in-a-lifetime kind of spectacle.
"I didn’t know you were also considering that," I whisper, my fingers brushing lightly along his cheek. "But I really want it to be true."
"I think it is, but we'll see."
"Wait…" Something doesn’t feel right. "What if we’re not? What if you get disappointed? If you decide to do it only because you hope it will be confirmed…"
Blue snorts, lifting his hands higher, this time placing them on my face in a soft, almost fleeting touch.
"Gabriel, don’t worry. No matter if we are fated or not, I still want it with you.
Everything about you… I like all of it. You’re so real, unfiltered, wild, and innocent, so open, and you can admit when you’re wrong, which is rare.
You make me feel different, lighter, more relaxed…
that’s why I’m choosing you for my first."
I swallow hard, listening in disbelief. So Blue feels something for me after all and it's pretty amazing…
"So… really? You like me?"
Blue lets out a soft, amused chuckle.
"But of course! How could you think otherwise? You’re cute!"
"No one’s ever called me that before," I whisper, leaning in to kiss his cheek gently.
"You simply…" he interrupts himself as if realizing something, his expression turning slightly pensive. "You make me happy…" he finally whispers, as though discovering it only now, and then our lips meet.
This time the kisses are different, more deliberate, full of hunger, anticipation, and heat.
I have a plan for how to make this perfect. I start mapping my way down his body with my mouth, beginning at the soft skin of his neck, carefully avoiding the spots where his glands used to be, then tracing his collarbones with my tongue as I slowly move toward his hardened nipples.
I take my time with everything, almost lazily, my lips and tongue playing with the tight peaks, while at the same time my hand slides between his thighs, slipping there gently, teasing around his entrance for now, circling without touching it directly.
Blue’s eyes are closed, but his cheeks are flushed, his hands tangled in my hair, occasionally gripping more firmly, then he drags his fingers over my scalp in uneven motions, his breathing quickening, his heart racing.
I kiss his flat stomach, then of course I have to make a brief stop at his penis, pressing a kiss to the top of the shaft, taking him into my mouth for a moment, but I don’t stay there long because there’s somewhere else I need to focus on, something I need to prepare properly.
Blue appears to be waiting for it almost impatiently, pulling his knees up high toward his chest and spreading them apart in a clear signal of what he wants.
I have a lingering feeling he approaches it almost as a scientific situation, curious and excited. But I fully intend to take a key part in this experiment.
So I settle between his thighs, and my mouth lands on his already swollen petals, and the advantage of his unusual anatomy is that I can actually see his arousal building in real time, watch it deepen, intensify, as the blood makes them swell.
What’s even more striking is that the ring of petals, much like in rose omegas, can expand more than in the case of a typical omega, through the tension of the ring-shaped muscle tissue, widening his entrance to a significant degree, which matters given my size.