12. Chapter 12 #2
His face pushed into the bed, and he wrapped his hands around the wooden bars of his bed frame. He shivered. He felt the slightly cold lube against his hole and listened to the sound of Gabe pumping it along with his cock and moaning.
Cyrus’s hips twitched impatiently.
He felt the tip of Gabe’s cock push against his hole and wait before pushing himself in one slow inch at a time until he filled him. Cyrus groaned as he adjusted to the feeling, his cock throbbing underneath him.
He listened to Gabe moan as well as Cyrus’s hole clenched along the base of his length for a moment. After another moment, he slowly thrust in and out of Cyrus. Cyrus closed his eyes and let the pleasure overtake him. He was groaning and growling with pleasure.
“Fuck…” he moaned, “harder!”
Gabe’s hips slammed into Cyrus’s ass harder and faster as he fucked him, the creaking of his bed mingling with the sounds of their panting breath and pleasure. Cyrus rocked his hips in tandem as well as he could, his cock dripping pre-cum that soaked into the pillow squished against his member.
Cyrus could feel Gabe’s cock throbbing inside of him, hot and slick. He gripped at the headboard tighter as it moved a bit; the only thing keeping it from banging against the wall was his holding onto it.
“Fuck…fuck…Cyrus…” Gabe moaned as he leaned down a bit to bite at the back of Cyrus’s shoulder, his hips swiveling.
Cyrus whined. It wasn’t a sound one heard very often from him at all.
As Gabe’s cock milked his prostate, his body tensed with pleasure as he came. His cum soaked into the pillowcase and smeared along his stomach, but Gabe was still going hard.
“Gabriel…” Cyrus moaned, muffled into the bed. His toes pushed into the mattress as the toned, but soft flesh of his ass and thighs wiggled with each thrust.
His balls tightened once more as another stream of unexpected cum soaked in underneath him, and his vision went blurry.
Gabe’s body tensed against Cyrus, and his thrusts became slow and hard as he reached for Cyrus’s hair, gripping at it tightly, pulling Cyrus’s head up from the bed as he slammed his hips into him.
Even with the condom, Cyrus could feel Gabe’s cum fill it up, even warmer than Gabe’s cock.
They both shivered at the same time, and Gabe thrust twice more as he groaned until he finally pulled out and let Cyrus’s hair go. Cyrus laid his head back down and sighed, his body relaxing. He felt Gabe sink atop him.
Cyrus took a slow breath.
Feeling Gabe’s body weight on top of him was better than he could have imagined. He was warm and sweaty, but he didn’t mind feeling a bit uncomfortable at the sake of having him cuddled up so close to him and feeling his weight against him, making him calm.
They laid there like that for a few minutes longer before Gabe finally rolled over onto his back. Cyrus huffed as he moved onto his back and stretched. He tossed the pillow onto the floor. It and the case were going to have to be washed.
He looked over to see Gabe taking the condom off.
Cyrus found his eyelids drooping after it was tossed into the garbage, and he shifted closer to Gabe.
Gabe turned and cuddled up against Cyrus, nuzzling his face into his shoulder as the blanket was pulled halfway over their bodies.
Cyrus tangled his legs and feet with Gabe and rubbed his groin against Gabe’s comfortingly for a moment.
He closed his eyes and nuzzled the side of Gabe’s neck, inhaling. Smelling the musky, sweaty, sweet scent of his skin. It was intoxicating. The room started to cool down as they calmed and drifted to sleep.
Cyrus felt more satisfied and content than he had in a very long time.
Sleep was steady and peaceful for the most part.
Cyrus dreamt of being close with Gabe as he had, kissing him, cuddling him, rocking against him in absolute bliss and pleasure.
However, as he roused from his sleep, his dreams were sullied by an overwhelming sense of panic at the situation.
That they had fucked, fallen asleep together.
That hadn’t been even remotely on Cyrus’s head when he had woken up the day before, and yet it had happened—granted, so many things had happened in that day alone that he wasn’t sure if it was one day or a week, two weeks.
Time was beginning to be difficult for him to manage.
All he knew was it was Monday. He’d taken about as many days off of work as he could the previous week to get more information on what was happening with the attacks and missing people.
After all, it was important for the safety of the business and the district to figure out what was going on.
If anyone who wasn’t part of their pack was killed, they could get blamed for it, and the last thing they needed was even more drama.
Cyrus tried to focus on what had happened with Gabe, no matter how good it had felt, and instead focused on getting up, showered, dressed, and working. As he shifted in bed, opening his eyes to the sunlight moving in, he remembered he was on the night shift.
So he had to deal with a whole day with Gabe before getting some more sleep before going into work.
He sighed and felt Gabe’s body beside his.
He wasn’t on top of him or clinging to him as he had been when they were falling asleep.
Cyrus slowly moved to get up, trying not to wake Gabe.
He looked down at himself and the tenting underneath the blanket and shook his head.
His body wasn’t in the same anxiety state his head was.
He took a deep breath and slid out of bed as smoothly as possible.
The bed creaked, and his weight shifting caused Gabe to be slightly higher in the bed than before.
Cyrus cringed.
He heard Gabe make a soft sound as he roused, and Cyrus felt his entire body react to it. He gazed at Gabe for a moment. The back of his dark-haired head was suddenly the front of his face as he rolled over, the blanket draped over his hip. His brown eyes squinting open.
Cyrus swallowed thick, ignoring the urge to climb back into bed.
“What are you doing?” Gabe asked. Voice husky.
God, the man was going to kill Cyrus.
Cyrus exhaled shakily and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Nothing, just…shower,” he mumbled.
Gabe’s brow furrowed, and he squinted at him more. Cyrus ignored it and turned around to try and find some clothing to slip on before he could slip across the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower.
As he was doing so, the silence in the room was deafening.
He heard the bed shift and feet pad on the floor before he felt a face against the nape of his neck and the inhale of breath.
Cyrus fought back a shiver.
His eyes closed as Gabe’s arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer to his own naked body from behind. Cyrus’s grip on the clothing he was holding loosened just enough that they fell onto the top of his dresser.
“Good morning…” Gabe whispered.
Cyrus felt his heart shoot up into his throat, and his eyes were stinging.
He tugged away gently from Gabe’s hold and grabbed his clothing again. When he turned around to head for the door, he saw Gabe’s face.
Brows knit, his eyes were wide like puppies.
“What’s wrong?” Gabe asked.
Cyrus shook his head. “Nothing,” he insisted.
Gabe blinked.
“No, don’t do that,” he told him.
Cyrus waved a hand. “What?”
“Pretend like nothing is wrong, act distant,” Gabe told him. “If you regretted last night.” He swallowed.
Cyrus’s face warmed. “I don’t —” he tried to speak. “I don’t know what to think, Gabe, I…I didn’t think that would happened, and you—”
Gabe cut him off. “I didn’t either, but…look, I’m not a kid, I’m a man, I’m your Alpha, the Alpha of this pack. I make my decisions, and…I wanted it.”
Gabe stepped closer to him. “I don’t regret it if you do…” He shook his head. “I don’t know what more you want from me, Cyrus.” His voice cracked. “I just want to be here for you, I just want you, and I don’t know why any of this happened, but…last night was the most…incredible I’ve ever felt.”
Cyrus swallowed the lump in his throat.
“I don’t,” he insisted. “I just need some time alone.”
They looked at each other in a moment of silence.
Gabe nodded. “Okay,” he mumbled and sat back down on the edge of Cyrus’s bed.
Cyrus felt a pang of guilt as he pulled on his old boxers and grabbed his fresh clothing so he could make his way into the bathroom to shower.
The heat of the shower washed him clean of dried sweat and cum, but it didn’t clean him of the conflict he was feeling within himself.
It wasn’t that he thought what happened with Gabe was sinful or gross; no, he wasn’t sorry for who he was and who he was attracted to, not anymore.
Gabe was a man and a grown one at that. The time he’d spent with Gabe had been amazing.
He felt so vulnerable—and maybe that was the issue.
He finished in the shower, got dressed, and feeling a bit less like his entire body was vibrating with anxiety, he ducked his head into his bedroom to see if Gabe was still in there. He wasn’t.
Cyrus stripped the sheets off his bed and the pillowcase from the floor before heading to toss it in the washer with the rest of his dirty clothes for the week. As he was doing so, Riktor came walking in with a nervous look, tear stains along his cheek, hands shaky.
Cyrus looked over at him from the washer, holding his laundry basket still.
“What’s up?” Cyrus asked, “You’re usually not here unless your husband and you get into a fight.”
Gabe came walking in after Riktor.
Oh great.
Cyrus sighed. “What’s happened?” he asked, brow knit.
“Someone died. Jacob,” Gabe said and nodded his head to Riktor. “They were out for the night.”
“We didn’t split up. We did what the emails and calls sent out said to do and stayed together, stayed within a mile of our property,” Riktor choked out.
Cyrus set his basket on the washer and stepped closer to the man.
“I’m so sorry,” he said slowly, making sure his tone was calm and his own racing heart wasn’t obvious. “We will make sure everything is taken care of for you.”
Gabe nodded. “Yes, you won’t need to worry about anything.” Gabe’s gaze shifted from Riktor to Cyrus.
Cyrus felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. Flickers of memories caught his mind, and his hands balled into fists. He fought back the urge to growl in anger.
He took a slow breath through his nose. “What did you see?” he asked.
“I know you’re feeling a lot right now, but we are trying to find out who did this and make sure no one else gets hurt.”
Riktor shook his head. “I don’t know!” he insisted. “Another wolf, huge, black… his ear was cut or missing. I was just trying to protect Jacob.” Tears started to flood his face.
“Come on. We’ll take you to the living room,” Gabe insisted, his gaze on Cyrus seeming to notice that Cyrus was in no place to continue questioning him or helping him out. Cyrus just stood there and looked at the floor like he was looking through it.
He wasn’t even sure how long Gabe had been gone before he could sense him back in the laundry room and another pair of feet as well—Lily’s.
“Cyrus?” Lily’s voice spoke up.
Cyrus looked up from the floor, pulling himself back into reality.
“We can’t wait any longer,” he said, low. “We have to confront Lotuslacker.” He swallowed hard.
Gabe took a slow breath.
“And hope to God it is them.”