CHAPTER 14
‘I talked to Max about the job.’
Gabe had been home for about fifteen minutes when the text arrived. When he saw it was Cole, he fumbled with the phone, his fingers momentarily losing their grip. He finally managed a one-word reply.
And????
He stared at the phone, heart thumping at the base of his throat. A dull ache spread through his hand from gripping the phone too tightly.
‘You remind me of an overeager puppy.’
Gabe grinned. Arf. Arf. TELL ME!!!
‘LOL I’m starting tomorrow. For a trial period. One week. To see if it’s something I want to do.’
Gabe felt an unmatched euphoria and kept grinning. A low throb settled between his thighs as his cock twitched.
You’ll stay.
‘How do you know?’
I’m psychic.
‘Why would I stay?’
Gabe reread the words a few times and chewed his lower lip, still grinning.
Because you would miss me if you left.
A short pause before the next message popped up: ‘I would?’
Gabe chuckled. “You’re fucking with me, baby.”
What’s not to miss? I’m hot as hell.
‘Are you? I forget.’
“Smart ass,” Gabe grinned.
Sure made you sweat and pant.
‘Seems to me it was the other way around.’
Gabe laughed; he was really digging this side of Cole. Texting seemed to free him from his inhibitions, and Gabe fucking loved it—and intended to milk it for all it was worth.
Wait till I turn you around, then we’ll see who’s sweating and panting.
A smile played across Gabe’s face as he waited for Cole’s reply. And waited. The smile faded, and his stomach clenched when Cole didn’t respond. Shit. Maybe he shouldn’t have—
‘Talk is cheap.’
The smile returned… and brought along a throbbing buddy.
Cole blinked as the message shot out into cyberspace.
Oh shit. Did he just invite Gabe to fuck him?
Had he meant to do that? He had been having fun joking around with Gabe, knowing that his responses were met with smiles and laughter.
Suddenly, he was nervous as hell, his stomach tightening into knots.
Cole couldn’t even explain why he suddenly felt so nervous; hadn’t he fully intended to fuck Gabe eventually?
Shit, he’d been ready to fuck him in the shower, despite feeling anxious about it.
If Gabe had been anyone else, Cole wouldn’t be a virgin right now. Not many men would have stopped when they were as jacked up as Gabe was. Yet, Gabe had thought of Cole’s “comfort” over his own needs. Who does that these days? Sure as fuck not Eric.
Cole flexed his fingers around the cell phone, his heart pounding in his ears as he waited for Gabe’s reply. It felt like forever, although in truth, only about a minute had passed since he sent the message. He flinched when the phone vibrated in his palm.
Challenge accepted.
Cole swallowed with a gulping sound, his pulse thundering in his ears now.
Again, he didn’t understand this level of nervousness—he’d already had Gabe’s cock in his mouth.
Sexually, they were hardly strangers. The second Gabe refused to take Cole’s virginity in the shower, Cole knew he wanted Gabe to be his first.
Breathing deeply, Cole took a moment, then messaged back.
‘Did I challenge you to something?’
You did.
Another hard swallow. He could hear his breath rushing through his nostrils.
‘Are you sure?’
Positive.
Cole was struggling to breathe with each reply from Gabe, and suddenly became aware of the intense erection tenting the pajama bottoms he had changed into after coming home.
He’d shed his underwear and gone commando, and now—there was nothing to stop his cock from standing at full attention inside his loose PJs.
‘What was it?’
What was what?
‘The challenge.’
Cole felt dizzy as his cock started to twitch inside his pajama bottoms, a dark, wet stain forming where the tip leaked cum juice into the soft fabric.
To turn you around and make you sweat and pant.
Fuck. A strong pulse traveled up Cole’s dick, making the head drip more precum. The wet spot got bigger.
‘I don’t think I made that challenge.’
Did.
‘Nope.’
Liar.
Cole smiled as beads of sweat sprouted across his brow, and his T-shirt suddenly clung to his feverish skin.
‘Why would I do that?’
Because you’re horny for me.
Cole bit his lower lip hard, his eyes darting to the growing “tent” in his PJs. The man wasn’t wrong. But Cole wouldn’t give it up so easily. His smile darkened.
‘You’re suffering delusions of grandeur.’
Cole chuckled softly, resisting the aching need to rub himself.
Show me.
Cole frowned. ‘Show you what?’
Your dick.
Shocked, Cole laughed. ‘Why would I do that?’
To prove you’re not horny for me.
Was he serious? Did he really want Cole to send him a dick pic? He looked at his cock—stiff, twitching, and leaking.
‘How is that going to prove anything?’
Stupid question, obviously. But he intended to make Gabe work for it. And it was fun fucking with him. He thought Gabe might be enjoying it, too.
Gabe laughed at Cole’s reply. The sexy fucker was getting a kick out of this little game. If it was affecting him even half as much as it was Gabe, the man was hard as a rock—and Gabe needed to see it for himself.
Silly question, baby.
‘Silly?’
Gabe smirked. Prove me wrong. Show me your soft dick.
Seconds ticked by. Gabe’s heart pumped out one forceful beat after another, each one faster than the last, as he sent up an improper prayer that Cole’s next message would include a pic of his rock-hard cock.
‘You’ll just have to take my word for it.’
“Fuuuck!” Gabe laughed. “Just show me. I know it’s hard!” His own erection was currently testing the seam of his jeans, trying to dig its way out through the denim crotch.
Maybe your word isn’t good. I don’t know you that well. Show me.
‘You want me to send a dick pic to a stranger??’
“Shit,” Gabe chuckled. As if he hadn’t already had his hands and mouth all over that dick. The thought sparked the vivid memory, and his cock jumped, leaking wetness into his underwear.
You already put it in my mouth. I think it’s ok to send a pic.
‘I’m shy. It isn’t cute when it’s soft.’
Gabe dropped his head against the back of the couch and laughed from deep in his gut. When he lifted his head again, his eyes were damp. “Oh, fuck,” he choked, clearing his throat. He laughed again and wiped his eyes. “Oh, my god.”
I doubt that. But it don’t matter. ‘Cause it isn’t soft.
A minute or two passed. Cole’s eventual reply was not at all what Gabe was expecting.
‘Show me yours.’
Gabe grinned and, without hesitation, unfastened his pants.
Why had he asked that? To stall? Did he really think Gabe wouldn’t—
His phone vibrated, and an image of Gabe’s dick appeared—hard and swollen, veins engorged with blood and snaking all up and down his thick shaft, the plump head glistening with precum.
“Shit…” Cole whimpered and almost came in his PJs. His throat went dry as heat flushed his body. The phantom flavor of Gabe’s cum resurfaced across his taste buds. Fuck—he wanted another taste of that cock. His phone buzzed, and he jumped, nearly dropping the device.
I showed you mine…
Cole forcibly swallowed a couple of times, his throat bone dry. If he touched his dick at all, even to just pull down his pajamas, he was sure he’d fire off a geyser of cum. The phone shook in his hand as he aimed it at his tented PJs and snapped a shot, then sent it.
“Fuck…” He dropped the phone on the cushion, his agony growing unbearable. A covered pic would not be acceptable. Gabe would want to see the raw flesh. The phone hummed against the cushion. Cole fumbled for the device and lifted it halfway.
What’s your address?
Cole stared at the message for a long moment, his brain not quite computing the question as the ache in his balls consumed his body. One-handed, he typed in his address with a trembling thumb and sent it to Gabe with a single-word plea: ‘Hurry.’
The reply was immediate: Don’t move a muscle. I’m on my way.
Cole choked on a whimper and dropped the phone. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he watched his dickhead twitch against the inside of his pajamas. That slight friction just about made him scream. He dug his fingers into the sofa cushions and took deep, controlled breaths, his eyes squeezed shut.
Please hurry… please hurry…
It felt like only five minutes had passed when the doorbell went off like a gong, echoing through the apartment, but it was surely more like fifteen or twenty minutes. Cole’s pulse spiked, and he started panting, no longer able to control his breathing with Gabe right outside his door.
Right outside his locked door. Fuck.
With great agony, Cole crawled off the sofa.
His legs barely worked as he shuffled toward the short entry hall, his cock like a steel arrow pointing straight ahead.
He grabbed the wall when he reached the hallway and walked stiffly to the door, his breath catching in his throat.
Cole fumbled with the lock until it unlatched, then slumped back against the wall, palms pressed so hard against the cheap paneling that his knuckles whitened, and a blunt ache radiated up his forearms.
The door shoved open with a bang, and Gabe entered the apartment like a whirlwind.
He barely got the door closed again before he was on his knees before Cole, yanking his pajama bottoms down to his ankles.
Cole gasped and clenched his jaw as his cock sprang free, cool air swirling around the hot, throbbing muscle.
“Uuh-Huuuhh!!” Cole nearly screamed as Gabe swallowed his dick. “Oh fuck-fuck-fuuuckk!!”
Gabe’s hot, wet mouth engulfed his throbbing cock, his throat muscles contracting around the sensitive head while his hand squeezed the base where pre-cum leaked down his shaft.
His other hand rolled Cole’s heavy balls between expert fingers, tugging them just enough to make Cole gasp.
Vibrations from Gabe’s hungry moans traveled through every vein in Cole’s dick as Gabe devoured him, his lips stretching around the girth, spit dribbling down his chin as he took Cole deeper with each bob of his head.
Cole’s vision blurred from the overwhelming sensations—the slick heat, the filthy wet sounds, the sight of his cock disappearing into Gabe’s mouth.
He grabbed fistfuls of Gabe’s hair, fingernails digging into his scalp.
Gabe growled around the cock filling his mouth, then gripped Cole’s bare ass cheeks hard enough to bruise, spreading them slightly as he yanked Cole’s pelvis forward, forcing his cock to hit the back of his throat with each thrust.
“Fuck…” Cole whimpered, clutching Gabe’s dark hair as he surrendered to the thrusting and fucked the man’s divine mouth. “Uh… huh-huh… fuu-fuuuck! I’m gonna cum-I’m gonna cuu-HUUMM!!”
Cole choked on a cry of ecstasy as his hips spasmed hard, shooting his cum down Gabe’s throat.
He clutched his head, shaking, as Gabe sucked more cum out of him, his hands moving, caressing over Cole’s ass and up his back beneath his T-shirt.
Gabe moaned, stroking his mouth on Cole’s slowly deflating cock as he milked every last drop from his balls.
“Fuck…” Cole whimpered and sagged against the wall, his hands still in Gabe’s hair, though no longer clenching, but sliding his trembling fingers through the soft, dark strands.
Gabe released Cole’s softening cock with a wet pop, his lips cherry-red and glistening with saliva.
“Mmmm.” A final, deliberate suck sent quivering tremors through Cole’s thighs, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him.
Gabe traced his hot tongue along the thin line of dark hair from Cole’s groin to his navel, leaving a cool, damp trail that pebbled with goosebumps in the apartment’s chill.
Cole’s abdomen clenched and fluttered under each flick and swirl.
Gabe’s light stubble scraped deliciously against sensitive skin as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to his navel, his warm palms sliding possessively up Cole’s ribs, thumbs catching on each ridge.
Rising slowly, Gabe bunched the thin cotton of Cole’s shirt in his fists, exposing inch after inch of flushed skin, his mouth never breaking contact— licking the salt from Cole’s sternum, teeth grazing a nipple, sucking a mark into the tender hollow of his throat, breath scorching against his raw flesh.
The shirt vanished overhead with a soft rustle. Gabe threaded his fingers through the short hairs at Cole’s nape, tilting his head back as their mouths finally crashed together. “Fuck, maybe, you taste so damn good,” he groaned through the colliding kiss.
Cole grabbed onto him, pulling their bodies together as he stepped out of the pajamas gathered at his feet.
The rough denim of Gabe’s jeans scraped against his bare thighs, the metal zipper teeth pressing cold imprints into his hip bone.
Cole’s exposed skin prickled in the hallway’s draft, heightening every sensation where cloth met flesh—the scratch of Gabe’s cotton shirt against his sensitive nipples, the heat of strong hands as they sank low and splayed possessively across his naked back.
There was something almost tenderly erotic about standing naked in the hallway, pressed up against the fully clothed man who had just sucked him off.
But Cole knew… he wouldn’t be fully clothed for long.