Chapter 22
Will told himself he was just doing his job.
He was Gadiel’s bodyguard. It was his job to keep Gadiel safe, whether Gadiel wanted him or not. He really couldn’t lock Gadiel up and forbid him from living his life. But he could still be there for him.
Following Gadiel’s cab hadn’t been difficult.
Following him into this seedy club was much harder when all Will wanted was to throw him over his shoulder and carry him back home. He had hoped that Gadiel wouldn’t be let in, but the bouncer took one look at his pretty smile and didn’t even ask for his ID. Gadiel didn’t belong in this place. It hadn’t taken Will long to realize what this establishment basically was: a place for anonymous hookups. There were dozens of half-naked men grinding on the dance floor, but Gadiel had ignored them and headed to the side of the club that had booths.
Booths with gloryholes.
Will twitched when he saw Gadiel enter an unoccupied booth.
He leaned back against the wall, his heart beating so fast he felt like he was about to have a heart attack. The mere idea of Gadiel getting to his knees and taking some stranger’s cock into his mouth was… It was fucking sickening. It—it simply wasn’t safe. A place like this was a pit of STDs. Gadiel deserved better.
The booth adjoining Gadiel’s was still unoccupied if the green light was any indication. Maybe no one would come.
But of course, he wasn’t that lucky.
There was the sound of footsteps. A man was heading toward the booth. He was quite handsome. He looked healthy and well-groomed. He didn’t look like a walking STD. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe he could allow this.
The man started unbuckling his belt, and Will didn’t think anymore. He entered the booth before the other man could.
The door locked behind him, the green light overhead turning red.
Breathing unsteadily, Will stared at the partition separating the two booths. At the hole in the middle.
An elegant finger appeared in it and made a come here gesture.
Will swallowed.
He couldn’t.
But if he didn’t, Gadiel would just go looking for a fuck elsewhere. It would be unsafe.
It was his job to keep Gadiel safe. The boy was his to keep safe. Even if he had to do it with his cock.
Will unzipped his pants.
As he fed his stiff cock into the hole, he had a brief moment of clarity. Was this really him, using a gloryhole in some seedy club to fuck the mouth of his own client while said client had no idea it was him? It was so unlike him Will would have laughed had someone told him that a few months ago.
He didn’t feel like laughing now.
There was a silence from Gadiel’s booth that seemed unusually long before, finally, a wet, silky tongue touched the head of Will’s cock.
Will bit the inside of his cheek, torn between pleasure, shame, and angry incredulity. There was also a part of him—the part he was trying to ignore—that felt ridiculously betrayed for reasons he chose not to examine too closely. Didn’t this kid know the concept of safe sex? How could he suck a stranger’s cock bare? It was beyond irresponsible and unsafe.
Gritting his teeth, Will closed his eyes and tried to distance himself from the situation. It was just an anonymous blowjob from a stranger. The wet, hungry mouth sucking his cock didn’t belong to Gadiel.
But it didn’t work.
The first time Gadiel had blown him, Will had tried to imagine someone else, too, with mixed success. He’d tried to imagine a woman with full, bouncy tits, but the woman’s face kept morphing into Gadiel’s. Now he didn’t even try to pretend—not when he knew how good the boy looked with his lips wrapped around Will’s cock. The thought brought the usual twinge of shame and guilt, but it wasn’t enough to overcome the pleasure his boy’s mouth was giving him. That fucking tongue, Christ…
Will nearly groaned when Gadiel suddenly pulled off.
Blinking in bemusement, he looked down, but obviously he couldn’t see anything besides the base of his cock. He could hardly ask why Gadiel had stopped without risking recognition.
There were sounds on the other side of the booth that he couldn’t identify, and then something touched his cockhead. Relieved, Will pushed forward into the tightness—
His eyes snapped open when he realized that it couldn’t be Gadiel’s mouth. It was slick, but not that slick, and it was too tight, the hole wrapping around Will’s cock like a glove. Fuck.
Anger, disbelief, and an insane wave of arousal knocked into him. Gadiel was letting some stranger fuck him in the ass. Fuck him bare. Through a goddamn gloryhole. Was he that desperate for cock?
“Come on, fuck me,” Gadiel said breathlessly. “I need it, need it so badly. I’ve needed it for ages.”
His jaw tightening, Will considered walking out.
But if he did, this foolish, slutty boy would just find another cock to stuff into his hole.
He had to do it.
So he did.
He pulled out and punched in, making Gadiel wail, so Will did it again, and again, impaling the boy on his cock viciously, wishing he could see his cock disappear into Gadiel’s hole, wishing there was no barrier between them, wishing Gadiel’s shameless moans weren’t for some random stranger in a seedy club.
“Ah, there!” Gadiel cried out. “So good… Don’t stop…Ahh! Fuck, oh yeah…”
The lust, shame, anger, and bitter jealousy he had no business feeling created a horrible cocktail of emotions that made Will’s every thrust rough. It was a brutal fuck; a dirty, primitive act that couldn’t be more removed from the almost painful tenderness he normally felt for Gadiel. He pounded into him, feeling like a man possessed, until finally, he felt the boy come on his cock, moaning like the cockslut he was.
Will groaned, feeling Gadiel’s hole squeeze around his cock. He came hard, his vision whiting out for a moment as pleasure ripped through him, hot and all-consuming. So damn good. So perfect. Gadiel.
But then, reality reasserted itself.
Fuck.
What had he done?
Gritting his teeth, Will pulled out and left the booth. Ignoring the catcalls and leers, Will stuffed his half-hard cock into his pants and headed home.
Gadiel didn’t fucking need him.
If he wanted more cock, Will could hardly stop him from getting it.