CHAPTER 10
Cole was pressed face-first against the shower wall, cheek and palms tense against the cool tile.
His breath puffed between parted lips, his heart pounding in his head and at every pulse point in his body.
Gabe pushed flush against his back, trembling hands running along Cole’s ribs, up to his armpits, then dragging back down to his hips.
The stripper’s breath seared the back of his neck, rustling the short tips of his wet hair.
“Fuck, baby…” were the only words that made it out of Gabe, shaky and heavy with lustful need as his hard cock slid between Cole’s tense ass cheeks. Gabe rolled his hips, pushing his thick erection through the wet crease of hot flesh, the engorged root of his staff massaging Cole’s tight hole.
Cole shuddered, his fingertips whitening as they pressed harder against the tiles, slipping on the smooth, wet surface.
His breath came faster, catching in his throat.
He squeezed his eyes shut in a mix of ecstasy and anxiety as Gabe’s hands caressed down between his legs and grasped Cole’s heavy member.
A few strokes, and it began to revive in his fists. A shaky moan escaped Cole.
“I want you so bad, Cole,” Gabe groaned as he nuzzled the short hairs behind Cole’s ear and stroked his cock.
“I think I’ll lose my mind if I can’t fuck you right now.
” He pinned Cole tighter to the wall, his thick, veiny shaft raking between his ass cheeks with renewed urgency, slicking the crack with precum, allowing his cock to glide more smoothly.
Fuck—it felt so good. Still, Cole tensed whenever the plump head nudged his entrance on each backstroke. He wanted Gabe to fuck him. Right now, there was nothing he wanted more. He didn’t understand the anxiety lingering at the edges of his mind, causing a slight resistance in his body.
Cole wasn’t the only one who sensed it.
Gabe went still, his fist slowly loosening from around Cole’s erect member. He lightly caressed Cole’s stomach, rubbing his palms up over his chest. Gabe touched his lips to Cole’s shoulder. Silence filled the shower room as they stood unmoving, wet bodies pressed together.
Then Gabe kissed his shoulder, uncertainty in his voice as he whispered, “Can I ask you something, Cole?”
Cole swallowed, his pulse fluttering. He nodded.
“Are…” Gabe drew back and gently turned Cole around so he could look into his eyes. Cole pressed back against the shower wall, feeling the slight anxiety pinching his face. “Are you… a virgin?”
Cole’s eyes shifted away from Gabe’s face and looked down at the shower floor. His hands flexed, and he swallowed, his hesitation resonating with Gabe.
“Cole…”
“Yes,” Cole whispered without meeting his gaze.
Shit. He’s a virgin, and you were about to rail him against the shower wall? Fuck.
“Cole…” Gabe shifted, suddenly self-conscious of his raging hard-on bobbing stiffly between them. “I’m sorry. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have…” For the first time in his life, Gabe felt like a total douchebag—and his glaring erection that refused to go down wasn’t helping.
Cole lifted his eyes, a faint furrow forming on his brow. “It’s okay,” he mumbled. “I… I wanted you to.”
It wasn’t okay. Gabe moved closer and gently squeezed Cole’s waist, then flinched when his hard cock brushed against Cole’s semi-erection. “No, it isn’t.” Gabe hesitated for a moment, then kissed him softly. “Not like this,” he whispered through the kiss. “Not your first time.”
Cole traced his fingertips through the valleys of Gabe’s abdomen. His touch felt so good. “Why does it matter?” His voice was quiet as his eyes roamed down Gabe’s front. “I thought it only mattered to girls.”
Gabe noticed the slight catch in his tone.
He raised his hands and cupped Cole’s face, kissing him again.
“It doesn’t only matter to girls. And it shouldn’t.
Everyone remembers their first time, and it should be a good memory.
Trust me…” He touched foreheads with Cole.
“… you don’t want to look back with regret. ”
Sliding his arms around Gabe’s waist, Cole pulled him closer. “Do you regret your first time?”
Gabe let out a short, bitter laugh. “I’ll never forget it,” he murmured.
“Though I wish I could.” More than kind of.
He wasn’t raped; he had options, but choosing anything besides sex probably would have gotten him killed.
So, maybe indirectly… or not so indirectly…
it was a form of rape. It felt like it by the time Griffin and his boys finished “initiating” him into their gang.
It was either endure the initiation and become one of them—or face them as enemies on the street.
He was fourteen then, and all alone. If he had chosen the latter…
they would have raped him anyway, much more brutally, then killed him.
That was a part of his life that only a few knew about.
And only two knew every sordid detail.
Cole pressed against Gabe’s naked body, preventing his erection from softening.
Gabe sucked kisses from his lips. “I want you so bad it’s making me crazy,” he moaned into Cole’s mouth, trembling with need.
“But I won’t fuck you here, not like this.
It has to be more than a quick fuck in the shower.
And right now…” He shoved his head to Cole’s brow and laughed unsteadily. “… it would be quick. Too quick.”
Titling his head downward, Cole looked at Gabe’s cock—hard as steel and weeping. He rubbed his palms down Gabe’s back and over his ass, lightly massaging his tense cheeks.
“Fuck…” Gabe shoved his face into Cole’s neck, groaning louder as Cole squeezed tighter.
“Maybe...” Gabe cleared his throat, his head starting to spin.
“Maybe we should stop and...” He cleared his throat again and leaned into Cole’s embrace, partly for support as his legs suddenly felt like rubber. “... finish this later.”
Cole kissed his shoulder, brushing his lips along the strained tendon in his neck and up to his ear. “I don’t think you can wait till later.” Then his hand wrapped around Gabe’s throbbing cock, and white-hot spears detonated behind his eyes.
“Fuuuck…” Gabe smacked his hands against the wet tiled wall hard enough to cause a sting in his palms. His forehead dropped against Cole’s shoulder, his breath breaking as Cole stroked his dick.
Fuck. It felt like the man was wringing out his fucking soul with each stroke.
He pushed his hips forward, thrusting his steel shaft through Cole’s tight fist. Gabe had never needed to cum so bad in his life.
His chest was flush against Cole’s, heart racing like a freight train as Cole pumped him with a very skilled hand.
“Oh, my god…” Gabe gasped, his mouth crammed into Cole’s hair, breath puffing, hips thrusting. His balls clenched tight against his body as his lower stomach muscles tightened, knotting painfully. “Fuck…”
Everything around them started to disappear except the glorious, erotic sensation of Cole’s hand pumping his cock—and the mind-shattering orgasm surging to the surface.
Then suddenly, Cole loosened his grip and started to go to his knees. Right now, Gabe would sacrifice the last five years of his life just to have Cole on his knees before him. Yet, before Cole even touched the shower floor, Gabe stopped him.
“Wait…” Gabe swallowed. His throat felt raw, his voice raspy as he lifted Cole back to his feet. He blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his head as coherent thinking suddenly became a chore. “Have you…” His throat felt clogged, and he cleared it again. “Have you ever… done this before?”
Cole leaned against the shower wall. The evasiveness of his eyes didn’t sit well with Gabe. “Once.” Cole kept stroking Gabe’s dick, more slowly, but it still felt amazing and further impaired Gabe’s ability to focus.
Covering Cole’s hand, Gabe halted his movement, though he didn’t possess the willpower to remove Cole’s hand from his cock. “Did you…” He swallowed hard. “Did you enjoy it?”
Cole released him and laced his fingers behind his own neck, head hung forward. “At first,” he whispered.
“What do you mean?” The sudden tension in Cole froze everything else in place. Gabe briefly forgot about his throbbing erection and the orgasm just about to explode. “What happened?”
“I, uh…” Cole released a shaky breath. “I was on my knees, sucking him, and… and I liked it. I was taking my time because I’d never done it before and I didn’t want to scrape him with my teeth accidentally.
” He cleared his throat and tilted his head upward, looking at the high ceiling of the shower room.
His breath was uneven as he pursed his lips.
Gabe watched his Adam’s apple bob a couple of times before he continued.
“He was… kind of big, and I didn’t know how to take him all the way in without gagging. ”
Gabe nearly blurted out that you don’t need to take the entire cock for it to be pleasurable for the receiver, since the most sensitive glands are at the tip. However, he held back and listened to Cole without interrupting.
“He started to get… excited… and started shoving his cock all the way into my mouth, gagging me.” Cole swallowed, but kept his eyes on the ceiling, as if he were embarrassed to look at Gabe.
“When I tried to back off, he grabbed my hair and kept thrusting. When he was about to cum, I tried to pull off because I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth.
I was afraid I would gag or even puke. But… ”
“But… what?” Gabe asked quietly, his chest tightening.
Cole shrugged and finally lowered his head, looking at Gabe.
“He wouldn’t let me pull off. He held my head until he came.
” Cole chuffed, averting his eyes. “I didn’t know a man could cum so much.
I tried to swallow it all, but I started gagging and choking.
When he finally pulled out, I did throw up.
” He exhaled slowly, a slight catch in his voice when he added, “He thought it was funny.”
Gabe had difficulty breathing. His jaw knotted. “He thought assaulting you was funny?”
“What?” Cole’s eyes snapped up. “No… he didn’t… I mean, he didn’t make me blow him. I wanted to.”
“It doesn’t matter how it started,” Gabe said, the level of anger bubbling up startling him a bit. “If you want to stop, then it stops. Period.”
Cole shifted anxiously. “I mean, I did agree to it. And he was about to cum. It wasn’t cool of me to want to stop right when he…”
“Not cool of you?” Gabe stared at him incredulously. “Do you think you owed it to him to swallow his load just because things started out consensual? And because he was right there, about to unload?”
Cole’s tongue darted out, nervously sliding across his lower lip. “I don’t know,” he mumbled. “Maybe.”
“No.” Gabe shook his head, his face twitching.
“No, Cole. You always have the right to say no, to say stop. I don’t care if you’re in the middle of fucking and he’s two seconds from blowing his wad—if you say stop, he better fucking stop.
” Gabe took a deep breath and ground the heels of his palms into his eyes, releasing the breath on a barely controlled exhale.
He moved closer and cupped Cole’s neck with both hands.
“You are always in control of your own body, Cole. It doesn’t fucking matter if it starts with you saying yes…
if you change your mind at any point, no one has the right to keep going when you say stop.
Because if they don’t stop, that’s when it becomes assault. ”
Cole curled his fingers around Gabe’s wrists, gripping in a way that made Gabe’s already racing heart beat even faster. “I didn’t think of it like that,” Cole whispered. “I thought because I got him worked up, I… I owed it to him to see it through.”
Leaning in, Gabe touched heads with him again. “You didn’t owe that fucker shit, baby.” He kissed him softly. “You don’t owe anyone shit. Don’t ever do anything that you don’t want to do.”
Cole lightly massaged Gabe’s wrists and stole a kiss from his lips as his hips pushed invitingly forward. “I won’t,” he promised through another, stronger kiss… then sank to his knees before Gabe.