CHAPTER 9
I can be a risk-taker, too.
A shiver ran through Gabe from his scalp to his toes as he closed and locked the shower room door, then moved behind Cole. He gently grasped his waist, his fingers sinking into Cole’s feverish flesh, and pressed his mouth to the nape of his neck, parted his lips, and tasted his damp, salty skin.
His heart raced so intensely he could feel it pounding through his chest wall and into his pectoral muscle. Gabe edged closer until his chest was flush against Cole’s warm, tacky back, and his hard crotch pressed firmly to Cole’s ass.
Cole was breathing as hard as Gabe, his chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm.
Gabe didn’t want this to be a “quickie” or a one-time thing.
Sure, he wanted to fuck Cole so badly he couldn’t think—but not just once.
But what if one time was enough for Cole?
One good fuck and Gabe was out of his system?
There wasn’t much Gabe could do about it if it came to that, and he didn’t want to think about it now. He slid his arms around Cole’s waist and flattened his palms on his tense, flexed abdomen—a hot, rippled terrain—mapping his lean stomach muscles with the tips of his fingers.
Cole’s stomach quivered and jumped beneath his sensual touch, and a deep moan escaped the man, catching in the back of his throat before slipping from his lips. Cole pushed back against him and covered his hands.
“Can I be blunt?” Gabe groaned into his ear.
Cole swallowed hard. “Can you be… anything else?” he whispered with a pant, then swallowed again.
Gabe smiled and bit his earlobe. “I want to fuck you, Cole,” he moaned, a thick rasp in his voice.
“So bad.” Gabe grabbed the tender skin below his ear with firm lips.
“Then so good.” His fingers gently gouged Cole’s stomach, causing the muscles to quiver harder.
“And I was wondering if… you wanted it, too.”
Cole squeezed Gabe's hands, threading their fingers, then slowly guided his hands downward.
The heat between them grew stronger as Cole directed those fingers over the rigid outline straining against his jeans.
Gabe's breath hitched as he cupped the thick, pulsing length, feeling it twitch beneath the worn denim that had grown damp at the tip.
His fingers traced the impressive shape, memorizing every ridge and contour as Cole's head fell back against his shoulder, a guttural moan escaping his throat.
Cole's hips rolled forward in an instinctive rhythm, craving more pressure, more friction against Gabe's skilled hands.
“Fuck,” Gabe whispered, his voice rough with lust. “I want you so bad, baby.” He raked his teeth along Cole’s shoulder while massaging his cock.
Say you want me, too. I need to hear you say it.
He didn’t know why—the man obviously wanted to fuck as badly as Gabe did.
But for reasons he didn’t quite understand, he wanted to hear Cole say the words out loud.
Cole was half-delirious, drowning in ecstasy, as Gabe worked his cock, each individual finger performing its own magic.
He was starting to shake, his hips thrusting against Gabe’s hand.
Sweat ran down his face, neck, chest, and back, his entire body scalding.
The shower was right there, and he ached to feel the cool water washing over his burning skin.
With trembling fingers, he fumbled with the snap of his jeans, finally dislodging the button. He tugged desperately at the frustrating zipper as the teeth kept catching and stalling.
Gabe covered his hands and moved them aside, then took control, smoothly sliding the zipper down.
His strong lips sucked Cole’s neck and shoulder, his slick, hot tongue tasting his damp, heated skin.
Cole whimpered, trying to catch his breath as his heart raced wildly.
He thought he might hyperventilate waiting for Gabe to shove his hands inside his pants and touch his raw flesh.
Rather than dive in, Gabe slipped his fingertips under the band of his briefs, rubbing sensual circles on the damp skin just above his swollen member.
Cole gripped the man’s forearms, squeezing the tense, corded muscles in desperation, his whole body coiled with tension. “Please…” he begged in a whimpering gasp. “I want you… so bad.”
As if he were waiting for the confession to continue, Gabe groaned against his neck, his teeth scraping skin, and pushed his hands deeper into Cole’s jeans.
“Huh!” Cole jerked with the sharp gasp as Gabe’s hands slid around his throbbing erection.
His nails gouged Gabe’s forearms, digging in painfully hard, as white light exploded behind his eyes.
He sucked in deep, urgent breaths, his cock pulsing against Gabe’s hot palms as the man stroked him as well as he could within the confines of the jeans.
“Fuck, baby,” Gabe panted into his ear, his body pressed hard against Cole, his massive erection digging into Cole’s ass. “You feel so good.” A violent shudder swept through Gabe, and he grabbed a mouthful of Cole’s neck, sucking hard enough for Cole to feel it all the way to his cock.
His hands shaking, Cole shoved down the front of his jeans and briefs. As soon as his member was freed, Gabe stroked the full shaft with both hands, squeezing the thick root and spiraling his grip to the wet tip, purple veins bulging beneath his fists as he wrung bubbling precum from the head.
“Uuhhh…” Cole choked and clawed Gabe’s arms again, hips bucking, pumping his cock through the man’s hot, tight hands. “Fuu-Fuuck…”
Teeth bit into his shoulder, clamping onto the muscle, as Gabe’s hot breath hissed through his mouth and nose. His fists stroked faster, the harder Cole writhed beneath his grip and vocalized his pleasure.
Just before Cole exploded, Gabe suddenly released him and stepped back.
Cole staggered back with him, then caught his footing, swaying slightly as the shower room tilted around him.
He managed to turn in time to see Gabe shedding his pants and briefs.
Cole's hazy eyes locked onto the man's engorged erection—swollen so thick it seemed it might burst out of its own skin, the plump, purplish-blue veins snaking up the shaft.
The flushed head, shiny and slick as wet marble, flared dramatically from the thick column beneath it.
Its slit parted, and weeping clear juice gathered into heavy beads before stretching into glistening strands that dripped onto the white tiled floor, where they pooled into translucent puddles between their feet.
Cole barely had time to think before Gabe was right in front of him, pulling down his pants.
Cole stepped out of the jeans without a word, gripping Gabe’s shoulders for support as the man went to his heels before him.
Cole gasped and dug his fingernails into his hot, sweat-slicked shoulders when Gabe licked a slow path along the throbbing underside of his cock.
The wet heat of Gabe's tongue traced every pulsing vein before reaching the crown, where he circled the ridge with excruciating precision.
When Gabe finally dragged the firm tip of his tongue through the sensitive slit, collecting the pearly bead that had formed there, Cole's hips jerked forward.
The sudden pleasure wrenched a stunted grunt from deep in his chest, his thighs trembling against Gabe's cheeks.
Instead of sucking him right there, Gabe stood and led him into the open showers. A row of showerheads protruded from the tiled wall, and Gabe cranked the second set of faucet handles, adjusting the water to a lukewarm temperature.
“Don’t want it too cold,” Gabe murmured as he drew Cole beneath the spray, the cool water briefly stealing Cole’s breath as it washed over his heated body. “As hot as we are…” He pulled Cole closer, their steaming bodies gently colliding. “… it might send us into shock.”
Cole nodded, caught in the man’s burning gaze, his throat too tight to speak. The water was soothing, but it didn’t ease the heat building inside them. Cole couldn’t pull away from Gabe’s blue eyes as water ran down their faces, streaming over their fevered bodies.
“Closer,” Gabe rasped, his voice low and shaky. He squeezed Cole’s hips, pulling him tighter against him, their hard cocks mashed between them.
Cole held his waist with tense hands, fingers pressing into the hard ridges of muscle just above Gabe's hipbones.
He slowly rubbed his palms up the slick terrain of his back, feeling each vertebra, each ripple of defined muscle beneath water-slicked skin before sliding downward.
When his palms found the firm curves of Gabe's ass cheeks, he cupped them hesitantly.
The flesh was surprisingly soft over steel-hard muscle that flexed and released against his exploring palms, triggering an immediate response as Gabe's thick, veined cock twitched against Cole's own throbbing member, leaving a hot, slick trail where their tips brushed together.
“I wanted you the second I saw you,” Gabe whispered as lust and… something else… roughened his voice. His mouth was close, almost grazing Cole’s wet, parted lips. “I couldn’t think of anything else…” Their lips touched. “… but fucking you.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Gabe thought that maybe he meant to say something else, but the moment to consider his words disintegrated in a flash as the kiss ignited.
Their tongues tangled in a slick, frantic dance as Gabe devoured Cole's mouth, tasting the salt of his sweat mingled with the cool shower spray.
Cole's lips were swollen and tender as Gabe sucked the bottom one between his teeth, tugging until Cole moaned into his mouth.
Nails dug into his ass cheeks as he shoved Cole against the cold tile wall, their mouths crushing together.
Gabe's thick shaft slid alongside Cole's, the sensitive heads catching on each other's ridges, pre-cum pearling at their tips, and creating a silken glide between their bodies.
Each slide sent electric shocks to Gabe's balls, drawing them up tight against his body.
Cole's guttural moan vibrated through the fierce kiss as he dragged his blunt nails up the valley of Gabe's spine. His pelvis bucked, desperate for more friction where their cocks pulsed against each other.
“Fuck.” Gabe tore free of the kiss and dropped to his knees, unmindful of the crack of kneecaps against the concrete shower floor.
He seized Cole's throbbing cock in both fists, feeling every vein pulse against his palms as he pumped the slick shaft vigorously.
Saliva pooled in his mouth before he engulfed the swollen purple head, his throat muscles relaxing to swallow every inch until his nose pressed against the trimmed hair at Cole's base.
“Uh!” Cole's back arched off the shower wall, his abdominal muscles contracting visibly under glistening wet skin. His palms smacked the tile with a wet thwack, and his hips thrust forward, burying himself deeper as his breath escaped in a ragged hiss between clenched teeth.
Gabe squeezed the thick root of Cole's cock where it joined his heavy balls, his fists twisting and following his stretched lips up and down the rigid shaft.
His tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge of the head each time he pulled back, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked onto his taste buds.
His cheeks hollowed with suction as he worked Cole's cock deeper, his own erection throbbing painfully between his legs as he imagined the hot eruption he craved.
“Oh, my god…” Cole choked, gasping on each syllable. His fingers sank into Gabe’s wet hair, clenching fistfuls of drenched strands, and pushed his cock into his mouth with an urgency that teetered on desperation. “Oh fuck… fuck… uuuhhh… don’t stop… don’t stop…”
Cole's muscular thighs quivered uncontrollably, his fingers digging deeper into Gabe's scalp.
Gabe cupped his heavy balls, rolling the tender orbs between his fingers before squeezing and tugging the full sack until the skin stretched taut.
Cole's cock throbbed violently against Gabe's tongue as he cried out sharply, his hips pistoning, the swollen head hitting the back of Gabe's throat with each desperate thrust.
Gabe could feel Cole's impending climax in the way his balls drew up tight against his body, the way his shaft pulsed and expanded.
He took Cole to the root, his throat muscles contracting around the engorged head while his tongue undulated against the sensitive underside.
He massaged Cole's perineum with slick fingers, pressing firmly against the hidden gland while pulling his balls away from his body.
Cole's back arched against the cold tile, his entire body vibrating with tension. His head thrown back, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy, jaw clenched so tight the tendons in his neck stood out like cables beneath his flushed skin, now slick with sweat despite the shower spray.
His shaft suddenly swelled inside Gabe's mouth, the veins pulsing against his tongue as a strangled cry twisted up Cole's throat.
Gabe released the clenching suction and stroked his mouth along the throbbing length, his lips stretched wide around the girth.
Cole's entire body convulsed when he released, his cock jerking rhythmically as it pumped thick, hot ropes of salty cum in powerful jets down Gabe's eager throat, filling his mouth until it leaked from the corners of his stretched lips.
The taste of Cole's musky essence coating his tongue and the feel of his throbbing member emptying against the back of his throat nearly sent Gabe over the edge, his balls drawing up painfully tight as his lower stomach clenched, the muscles quivering uncontrollably, his groin aflame with need.
His own neglected cock hung heavy and engorged between his trembling thighs, the swollen purple head leaking rivulets down his inner thighs and onto the shower floor as he fought the desperate urge to stroke himself to explosive relief.
Cole’s legs gave out, and he slid down the wall, landing on his ass with a wet splat in front of Gabe, still on his knees before him. Cole tried to breathe as he shoved the heels of his palms into his eyes. His hands slid up into his drenched hair, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, panting wildly.
Gabe crawled forward, closing the distance between them.
Their bodies collided in a tangle of limbs, hands everywhere at once—fingers digging into muscle, palms sliding over wet skin, mouths crashing together with as much urgency and desperation as if it was the last kiss they would ever taste in this lifetime.