Chapter 14 #4
Gabriel grabbed a blanket and dragged it over them. It was a poor cover, but it didn’t matter. No one would look over, and even if they did, Blake didn’t care. He couldn’t care. His brain was dark, only focused on the blazing pinpricks of light where Gabriel’s body touched his.
Gabriel released Blake’s other hand and moved to his pants.
He gasped when he finally got his button undone, fly down, and his hand around his erection.
The contrast of smooth leather and the calluses on Gabriel’s fingers was like lightning.
He cried out against Gabriel’s neck, teeth dragging into his salty skin.
Now free, his hands wrapped themselves around Gabriel.
They burrowed into his clothes, curling into his back once they found skin.
As if Blake could defy physics, get them closer than the space between atoms. Gabriel’s breath hitched, and he rolled his hips, his cock rock hard where it pressed into Blake's hip.
It was right there. Blake could practically taste it. Feel it in his hands. But Gabriel wouldn’t let him have it. Pressed his legs down harder when he tried to wriggle free. His fist tightened, dragging slowly up and down his shaft, thumb pressing into his wet tip.
“You’re mine,” he panted into Blake’s ear.
Blake nodded. “Y—Yeah.” his tongue felt heavy.
It was what Gabriel wanted to hear. He stroked him harder. It was rough. Messy. Cramped. Not at all like the last time they had spread out on the porch of that old Victorian, or when they’d explored each other in the dark of their room in the Potomac View Motel.
But it fit. Here. In this museum of haunted vehicles, with a dog-eared novel beside them and the fire choking on wet wood.
It was what they could have, when they could have it. A quick burst of ecstasy to remind themselves of what they were fighting for. That freedom and the desire to do what was right were just ideas. But this? This was tangible. This was real. This was them.
Blake felt his orgasm coming. It was building like a wave, starting slow and deep in his toes. Churning as it rose. Frothing and wild as it crested. He bit Gabriel’s collarbone to muffle his cry, body bucking around Gabriel’s hold.
Gabriel stroked him through it, twisting over the sensitive head of his cock, teasing every drop out of him without shame. He’d caught most of Blake’s cum, but he was still wet, pubes sticky in his boxers.
His body was static, occasionally twitching with aftershocks as Gabriel pulled his hand out and wiped it on his jacket.
It was hot under the blanket, but neither of them moved.
Gabriel’s hold had gone lax, less like a pin and more like a hug.
He was stroking the soft skin of Blake’s stomach where his shirt and jacket had rucked up.
“There’s three of us under this blanket,” Blake said. The post-orgasm slur took the edge off his comment.
Gabriel huffed, nosing against the bruises on Blake’s jaw. “Careful. I might get possessive again.”
“Oh no,” Blake turned his face to Gabriel, stealing a soft kiss. “That was terrible.”
“Am I going to have to fuck the sarcasm out of you?”
“Yes. Often.” Blake couldn’t help but smile lazily. “I’m afraid it’s a chronic condition.”
Gabriel’s dark eyes glittered, and he pulled them both up. Blake’s legs were jelly, and he collapsed against Gabriel. He caught him easily, hands around his waist. He’d never considered himself a small man, but in Gabriel’s arms, he was no more than a bag of groceries.
Hefted up by his thighs, Gabriel carried him to the back of the big truck. The tailgate was down, and he tossed Blake into the bed. The wooden slats dug into his back.
The truck didn’t even shift as Gabriel stepped up, one boot planted by Blake’s hip. He loomed over him, shadows catching in the valleys of his handsome face.
“You know what we do to mouthy recruits?” he asked, his voice like a sensation itself, dragging over him like velvet over well-polished wood.
Blake’s mouth was dry.
He grabbed Blake’s jaw, pressing into the hinge of his mouth until he had to open wide.
“We occupy their mouths.”
If you told fifteen-year-old Gabriel that one day he’d be in the back of an M35 cargo truck about to fuck the hottest man he’d ever seen, he probably would have lost consciousness from the force of his nosebleed.
But here he was, Blake looking up at him with eyes drenched in desire and a swollen mouth, bruises on his jaw, and Gabriel’s scent all over him. His legs were wide; hands splayed behind him as he turned pliant under his touch. Only his.
No one had ever seen Blake like this. No one deserved to, especially not Gabriel. But it was his sinner’s hands that knew every inch of his body. His guilty lips that had brought him pleasure he didn’t know existed. And it was Gabriel being cried out. Whispered. Sighed. Begged.
With his knee, he pushed Blake further into the truck. The sides were wooden boards, hardly private. Not what Blake deserved, but he couldn’t think. Not when Blake was looking at him in a way he hadn’t in so long. Maybe ever. With his guard down, thoughts quiet, and body ready.
There was a single bench seat suspended by chains, running the length of the truck bed. The locks had long since rusted, leaving the bench open for him. Gabriel released Blake, falling back into the bench, letting his knees fall open.
His zipper was loud when he jerked it down. Intrusive. But it set Blake off like a starting pistol, and he scrambled forward, hands resting on Gabriel’s knees as he stared at the imprint of Gabriel’s erection.
Gabriel’s fingers rubbed through Blake’s sweaty curls. They fell around his temples, tickling the tips of his ears. A persistent ringlet caught his attention, and he pulled it taut just to watch it spring back into shape.
They’d never done this before. Not like this. They’d put their mouths on every inch of each other, but not with this heat, this tension fizzling between them. Previously, it had been slow, soft, loving. Instructive—Gabriel showing Blake all the ways he could make him cum. But this?
This was need.
Blake licked his lips and slid closer. Gabriel shuddered when he pulled his length free. Blake’s breath chased the chill away from his cock as a pearl of cum beaded at the tip. He was so achingly hard he was twitching.
“Eyes on me,” Gabriel rasped.
Blake’s green eyes were dark. The lights caught his irises through the slats in the wood.
His cheeks were raw from the wind and from Gabriel’s beard.
He shifted so his leaking tip could slide along his cheeks, tracing the purpling bruises from his mouth.
Pre-cum painted his hickies, a bead sliding down his throat to pool in the angles of his collarbone.
Holding Gabriel’s gaze, Blake opened his mouth.
He gasped when Gabriel’s tip pressed against his plush lower lip, smearing slick until he’d coated his lips like gloss.
Blake trembled, his fingers digging into Gabriel’s knees when he finally flicked his tongue out, kitten licking the swollen head of his erection.
Blake’s eyes fluttered at the taste, inching forward so he could tongue the ridge of Gabriel’s glans, flicking the tip of his tongue up and into the slit.
“Eyes,” Gabriel choked, biting down on his cheek to keep from thrusting forward.
Biting back a whimper, Blake opened his eyes before ducking to lick up Gabriel’s shaft, mapping out the thick, sensitive vein.
He hissed, thighs clenching to keep his ass down.
Blake licked up Gabriel’s cock like he was drunk.
Saliva pooled in the corner of his mouth, lips smearing as he pressed the shaft between them.
Those soft, pouty pink lips that Gabriel had always been drawn to.
The color of a ripe peach. How could words so sharp come from pillows like that?
Now they were swollen, wet, and shiny, mouthing at him like they had a mind of their own. He could see the tip of Blake’s erection, hard again, peeking out from his waistband. The head was purple. Gabriel shifted his leg so that it was pressed up against Blake’s crotch.
He whined, stiffening, like he didn’t know whether he wanted to press into the pleasure or back away from the over sensitivity.
Blake trembled when he finally took Gabriel into his mouth. It was warm. An intense contrast from the cold air. Gabriel couldn’t help but buck his hips, pressing deeper than he meant to. Blake gagged, throat working as the heavy erection pressed his tongue down and tickled the back of his throat.
In the dim light, Gabriel could see Blake’s eyes were wet as he tongued at the base of his dick, cheeks hallowing with suction.
He inched his boot closer, pressing right on Blake’s erection.
The medic rose up on his knees, hands shaking where he steadied himself on Gabriel’s legs.
He shook his head a little when Gabriel kept rubbing his bulge.
“You didn’t mind cumming in your pants before,” he teased, rolling his ankle.
Blake jerked up to his knees, pulling off Gabriel’s cock with a soft pop. His eyes were glazed, lips parted. “I can’t,” he moaned. “Too sensitive.”
Gabriel felt something beastly rise up in him. Something choking and possessive. The same thing that took over the moment Blake taunted him with another man. The thing that demanded Gabriel leave marks all over Blake’s skin and wrap his arm around him when someone else was looking.
“Oh, yes, you can,” Gabriel assured him, fingers digging into his hair to pull him back onto his shaft. “You can come with my cock in your mouth.”
Blake shivered but took his head again, eyes threatening to close.
He snapped them open, looking back up at Gabriel.
He loosened his grip on his hair. He thrust twice before Blake took over.
The angle was difficult; his neck strained.
But Gabriel practically purred when he saw the bulge in his throat.