Chapter 15 #3
It wasn’t like in the back of the truck. That had been bruises and teeth and skin. It had been about their bodies. This was about their souls.
Gabriel kissed Blake breathless. He trailed his fingers over his skin until he shivered, goosebumps erupting behind his fingers like flowers chasing the sun. He touched not to tease but to love. To worship.
Their remaining clothes found places in the dark room.
Nothing could come between them. Gabriel wrapped his big hands around their cocks, stroking them slowly.
Calling the pleasure up like a gentle summer storm, not a hurricane.
A meandering cloud filling the horizon, turning darker with every long, hot minute.
Lube found its way to Blake’s fingers. It was never far.
Not when they were in bed together. He reached behind and tentatively opened himself up.
It was his first time. Gabriel liked to do it.
Even now, he made a soft noise of disappointment.
He might have begun to beg—he’d done it before—but Blake shushed him with a low grind of his hips.
It wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Not from this position, but once he’d pressed his first finger in, passed that sensitive bundle of nerves on his rim, he sighed.
Half-lidded, he began to thrust his finger in and out, curling it experimentally to see if he could replicate the way Gabriel made him feel.
Below him, Gabriel’s muscles jumped. He bit his lip, cock twitching in his big fist as he lost interest in stroking himself and focused on Blake’s face.
His eyes lingered on his slack lips, the color on his cheeks.
When Blake found that sweet spot, his eyes flew open in surprise, and Gabriel’s hips bucked.
Cum pearled on the tip of his throbbing cock.
Blake added another finger. Then another. It felt good, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Maybe later, on another night, he would do this. Finger himself and make Gabriel watch. Leave him desperate with twitching fingers and pleading eyes.
He stretched himself just enough, wiping excess lube on Gabriel’s cock. He steadied Blake with his hands on his hips.
“Go slow.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Blake breathed.
His thighs throbbed as he lined Gabriel’s cock up. It was thick in his hands. There might have been a time when that scared him. Now it only made him want.
Blake cried out when he was breached. The stretch was this side of painful. Gabriel’s fingers dug into his hips as he lowered himself. His hands flexed on Gabriel’s chest, and he had to remind himself to breathe.
His dick felt endless, but the moment he bottomed out, it felt good. Full. He pressed a shaky hand to his belly and swore he could feel Gabriel inside him. Gabriel groaned, nails catching on Blake’s skin in a way he would feel for days.
Knees pressed to the mattress, Blake took a moment to just feel. To enjoy the satisfaction, the tingling of pleasure that grew as the ache abated. His breath hitched when Gabriel’s cock shifted inside him, his hips jerking to seek out more.
Toes scrunched in the sheets; he began to move.
It was almost indolent. He took the time to feel every inch of Gabriel—from his purpled mushroom head to the throbbing veins.
Even his balls pressing to his thighs, the scratch of hair against his taint.
It was a symphony of sensations that took Blake out of his head.
Gabriel didn’t move. He let Blake take what he wanted, the only sign of his desire in the flexions of his muscles and his soft pants and sighs. The heat in his eyes burned hotter than any candle. He didn’t take his eyes off Blake’s face.
The slow grind was satisfying. It egged that summer storm on until a light rain began. First in his toes, a swirling mess of pleasure and warmth that occasionally surged. Spikes of pleasure so intense Blake moaned, his head falling back as he waited for the next one.
But he wanted more. He licked into Gabriel’s mouth. Tangled their tongues and tasted the remnants of canned baked beans and warm soda.
“Make me feel good, Gabriel.”
And Gabriel did.
He pressed his feet to the mattress and fucked up into him. Hard, deep thrusts. Blake felt like he was going to choke on it. Tears beaded on his lashes, and he let them fall as he tried to hold on. Tried to ride the pleasure that he knew would swallow him whole.
Fingers dug into Blake’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart. It was like it let him go deeper. He slammed home, and Blake screamed as he came. Spots exploded behind his eyes as he spasmed, falling into Gabriel’s arms as he soaked his chest.
Gabriel caught him. Held him tenderly as he brutally fucked him through the aftershocks. Wrung him dry. Thrust until Blake’s arms were limp, his legs shook, and the tears and cum mixed on Gabriel’s chest. Until he finally came, deep as he could go.
He didn’t pull out. Blake didn’t want him to. He curled up on Gabriel’s chest, a sticky mess. Gabriel stroked his back, murmured I love yous against his crown.
Blake closed his eyes. With every whispered syllable, he clung tighter. Breathed in Gabriel’s scent. Maybe if he held on tight enough, they wouldn’t be parted.
Not by dawn.
Not by death.