16. Brooklyn
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brOOKLYN
“ W ell, professor, I hate to tell you this, but at the rate we’re going, I’m not sure we’re going to complete the Gay 101 syllabus before the end of the semester. It’s your class, I’m not the one to tell you what pace to set, but…”
“But you feel like you’re done with remedial frottage and want to move on to intermediate blow jobs?”
Gabe laughed. “Something like that. Or butt jobs.”
“Butt jobs?”
“That’s not what they’re called?” His eyes danced. “Brooklyn, it’s your job to teach me the slang all the cool kids are using.”
He leaned in to kiss me, and I put a hand on his chest to stop him. Not to push him away, just to look in his eyes for a minute.
“Listen.” I took a breath. “I’m not against all of that. But there’s a reason I’ve been going kind of slow.”
“Because you’re afraid I’m going to freak out about all the gay and run screaming back into the comforting arms of heterosexuality.”
“Something like that.”
“Brooklyn, I’m not—”
“No, listen. What I’m trying to say is, like it or not, if we’re really going to make this whole married thing work, living together and all that, we can’t fuck things up between us. So when I’m taking things slow, it’s because I think it’s best for both of us.”
“Got it. Now take my body and ravish it.”
“You’re absurd.”
“And you’re moving at a snail’s pace, grandpa.” Gabe reached out and put a hand on my shoulder. “And you know how I hate being bored.”
He leaned in, my hand still on his chest, and trapped it between us as he pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was hungry, hurried, and I smiled into it. I teased him about it, but I loved how eager he was. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this wanted by someone.
I considered resisting for a moment. I was tired, still in a bad mood, and Jeff had raised all sorts of questions in my mind about where things stood between the two of us. But then I thought about what I’d be doing if I weren’t kissing Gabe right now, and realized that all the alternatives sucked.
Besides, Gabe was hot. And Gabe was here. Demanding to be paid attention to. I could already feel myself relaxing, knots that I didn’t even know I had unwinding. He pushed me back into the corner of the couch and straddled me, his knees on either side of my thighs.
I let my hand slide down his chest and smiled. “Where the hell did you even get this apron?”
“I bought it when I realized you didn’t have one. What, you expected me to cook without one? I’m not a heathen, Brooklyn, please.”
I laughed. “Setting up shop here, huh?”
“Ooh, did I touch a nerve?”
“No. I’m just wondering why we’ve been married for a month, hiding our forbidden love from our families and the combined might of two food storage behemoths, and I’ve yet to come home and find you wearing just this apron. It almost makes me question if what we have is real.”
“What, you wanna divorce me already?”
“Never.” I growled the word and then wondered if that sounded too strong, wondered what Gabe would make of it. So instead I pulled him down for a rough kiss and undid the apron, tossing it onto the floor so I could slide his shirt up and off.
Gabe did the same to me, pushing his hands under my sweater, then tugging it off over my head impatiently, exposing my chest and running his hands lightly up my sides where I was ticklish. I laughed and flinched, then grabbed both of his wrists in my hand while I let my lips trace along his jawline and down to his neck.
It had only been a few weeks that we’d been hooking up, but he already knew me and my body so well. Of course, that knowledge was mutual, which meant I knew exactly where it drove him crazy when I nibbled and sucked on his sensitive skin. If he was going to tickle me, he knew damn well he was going to get a hickey in return.
I’d been taking things so slowly with Gabe because I didn’t want him to panic. Like meeting a skittish animal, I wanted to get him used to my touch. Used to the feeling of me next to him, on top of him, and, in the end, inside him. But not until he was begging for it.
There were a few intermediary steps to cross first, though. I let go of his wrists, sliding my hands down to his waist and palming his erection through his pants. I loved how he felt in my hands, the way his cock responded to my touch.
Tonight, though, I was finally going to let him finish in my mouth. I knew he was desperate for it, and I wanted the first time he came from me sucking him off to be mind-blowing. I wanted him begging for more.
My fingers made quick work of his fly and I pushed his pants and boxer-briefs down in a hurry. God knew I liked seeing him walk around the apartment in those, but tonight, I wasn’t in the mood to wait, to tease and be teased. I’d had a goddamn long day and I just wanted to suck my real-fake-husband’s cock until he came in my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I breathed, letting one hand stroke down his back to rest lightly on his ass while the other one went straight to his cock. Dammit, even though it had only been a day since I’d last seen him naked, I’d missed this.
“Well you’re not so bad yourself,” Gabe replied. “Though it’s a little hard to tell with you still wearing all this clothing.”
He tugged at my jeans and I relented, shifting up so I could shimmy out of them and my briefs. That megawatt smile stole over his face again and I grinned right back. His smile always flooded my heart with something warm and wet. Or maybe it just got me thinking about other things that were warm and wet. Either way, I liked it.
I started to push him back to move out from under him but before I could, he slid right off of me and down to the ground, onto his knees. I shook my head.
“No, no, get up.”
Gabe snorted. “Fuck no. I wanna do this.”
“Yeah, but I wanna do it to you first. Come on, let me.”
“You’re the one who had a bad day.” He pouted. I wondered if he had any idea how cute he was, any idea how he tugged on something in my chest.
“And that’s why you should give me what I want. Besides, you’ve never done this before. Seriously, let me go first.”
“You think I’m going to be that bad at it?”
“No, it’s not that.” I struggled to put the feeling I had into words. “Maybe this sounds stupid, but I wanted this to be special for you.”
“Brooklyn, it’s a blow job, you’re not taking my virginity.”
“Yeah, but still. Humor me.” I shifted off the couch and held my hand out to him to pull him up off the floor. “Come on.”
Gabe looked at me suspiciously but stood and let me lead him into the bedroom. I pushed the door shut, not that it mattered, and then walked him backwards towards the bed and pushed him onto it. Fuck, he was gorgeous, lying there, propped up on his elbows, watching me with those crystal blue eyes.
His gaze was naked with want and I pushed him back further, draping myself on top of him. He moaned as our cocks brushed against each other, and I smiled. I liked the way he bucked up against me as soon as he felt me on him. Liked the way he felt underneath me.
I slid Gabe up the bed and pushed his legs apart, kneeling in between them. Lavishing kisses down his body, I took his cock in my hand and drew it slowly to my lips. It wasn’t like I hadn’t begun this process before, but each time, I’d stopped and pulled away.
Something about finishing a blow job seemed like it crossed an invisible line. Not that it mattered to me, but I was afraid of how he would react. Especially if he felt like he needed to reciprocate. On one side of that line, you could arguably still be straight. On the other side, once you’d sucked another guy off, let him come in your mouth, you were—well, whatever you were, you couldn’t claim not to be into guys anymore.
Up until now, I’d been cautious, almost unwilling to believe that Gabe truly wanted this, wanted me. And so I’d hesitated, always pulling back and finishing him with my hand.
Not tonight.
I licked his cock slowly, gently, savoring the way he tasted and smelled. Finally, I let his head roll into my mouth, surrounding it with my lips and swirling my tongue around the tip. I took my time, working his balls with my other hand but refusing to take more of him into my mouth until he was practically jerking up off the mattress with desire. I licked up and down his length, enjoying the way he twitched with anticipation.
“Please, Brooklyn, please,” Gabe whined, and I knew he was ready.
Slowly, I slid more of his cock into my mouth until I felt his head hit the back of my throat. I pulled back and began to establish a rhythm, my hand moving in time with my lips as my tongue stroked the underside of his shaft.
I could taste the precum leaking from his slit and I let that mix with my spit, keeping him wet and slick as I sucked him off. He tasted amazing, and his sweet smell invaded my nostrils. I loved the way it clung to his skin—and mine, after we’d been together. I loved the way it lingered in my mind all day long.
I picked up the pace a little, and Gabe’s hips began to tremble. Soon he was bucking up underneath me. I smiled around his cock. A good blow job should feel almost as good as sex, in my opinion. And I wanted this to be very, very good for him.
I knew what to look for now, knew the signs that meant he was about to come, the way his hands clenched the sheets and he threw his head back, a whine coming from his throat. His cock twitched at the base, and I pulled back for a minute.
“Fuck, Brooklyn,” Gabe panted. He looked up at me, eyes dazed with pleasure and frustration. “You said you wouldn’t stop tonight.”
“And I’m not stopping.” I smiled. “Just give me a second. A little patience won’t kill you.”
“It fucking feels like it will right now.”
His eyes followed me as I leaned across his body and pulled open the top drawer of my nightstand to grab the bottle of lube. His gaze remained suspicious until I repositioned myself in between his legs. I squeezed a healthy dollop onto my fingers, tossed the bottle to the side, and spread his legs further.
Bringing one hand to the base of Gabe’s cock, I took him in my mouth again, sucking and licking but refusing to establish a pattern. I wanted him to feel good, but I didn’t want him to come. Yet.
The reason a blow job should be almost as good as sex, in my opinion, was that a good blow job shouldn’t just involve someone’s mouth on your dick. After all, that takes, at most, one hand. You have a whole other hand just sitting there. You might as well put it to use.
I kept my eyes locked on his, which had grown wider and, somehow, bluer, impossible though that seemed, ever since I’d pushed his legs farther apart. My mouth still on his cock, I traced my finger down his skin behind his balls to his hole.
Gabe sucked in a breath when I reached his entrance, and I paused, waiting. I watched as he breathed in and out deeply.
“Is this okay?” It never hurt to check in again.
He smiled. “Yeah. It’s okay.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. I started slowly, making circles with my finger. I didn’t want him to panic. Even if he’d touched himself there before, letting someone else play with your ass required a whole new level of trust. And everyone’s comfort level was different.
I wanted Gabe to like it, wanted him to associate the feel of my finger on, and in, his ass with pleasure. I stroked him in circles, then up and down, getting the whole area generously wet. And I kept sucking his cock at the same time. Soon, he was back to bucking up into my mouth.
I moved my hand from the base of his cock to his hip, pressing down lightly to encourage him to hold still. When his motions slowed, I pressed my finger into him. I only went in about an inch at first, just up to my first knuckle, watching him the whole time. He froze.
“You okay?” I needed to hear him say yes before I kept going. “Don’t forget to breathe.”
Gabe sucked in a giant breath of air, then exhaled fully. His eyes widened. “It’s just—fuck, it feels—fucking hell, it feels good. Just, go slow, okay?”
“Always.” I kissed his hip gently before placing my mouth back on his cock, licking his head and getting it even wetter before I began to stroke him again. I pushed my finger further into him and once it was past the first tight ring of muscle, it slipped in easily.
“You’re doing great,” I whispered. “So perfect.”
“Fuck, Brooklyn.” He sounded rattled. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Thank God. I’d been half afraid he wouldn’t like it.
“Good.” I smiled. “It’s supposed to. Just see if you can relax and get used to it, okay? I’m not going to move it for a while. Take all the time you need.”
I went back to concentrating on his cock, bringing my hand to the base and stroking him steadily as I sucked him in and out. I made my mouth as wet as I could, and he began to move again, alternating between pushing his hips up gently, then sliding down onto my finger. He moaned each time it thrust into him.
“That’s it, that’s it,” I said in between mouthfuls of his cock. “You’re doing perfect. Just like that.”
“Fuck.” Gabe let out a groan. “Fuck, it feels so big. Fuck, fuck.”
“You’re so tight, baby,” I whispered, beginning to slide my finger in and out of him intentionally, pushing further in to locate his prostate. “So fucking tight, it’s incredible. You’re so gorgeous, fucking yourself on my finger. You look so hot, so perfect. I can’t wait to fuck you, to watch you take my cock.”
Just when I worried I might have gone too far in my dirty talk, I stroked his prostate and Gabe let out a loud groan.
“Fuck, Brooklyn, fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—” I brought my lips down onto his cock in time to catch him as he came, letting his cum shoot into my mouth. I stroked him as I slid up and down his shaft, fucking his ass with my finger at the same time.
His whole body shuddered, tremors rolling through him as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. Finally, he stilled, and I slid out and off of him, then moved up to pull him tightly to my chest.
“Fucking hell,” he whispered. He grabbed my shoulders like he was hanging on for dear life. “Fuck, that was…fuck.”
I kissed his forehead. “Yeah, sounds about right.”
“Jesus, I didn’t know—I mean, I’d heard, but I didn’t know it could feel that good. That was insane.”
“The magic of the prostate,” I grinned. “And that was just one finger. Just wait until it’s two or three. Or my cock. If you thought that was good…”
“Holy fuck. I can’t believe it’s taken me twenty-four years on earth to try that.”
I laughed. “I would hope that you weren’t having any kind of sex at all for the majority of those years, but, yeah. I know what you mean.”
Gabe shifted and looked up at me. “Can I do you?”
“You don’t have to.” I kissed him again. “Trust me, I wanted this to be about what you want.”
“This is what I want,” he insisted. He kissed my neck. “And this.” My collarbone. “And this.” And his hand reached down to stroke my cock, which, admittedly, didn’t mind the attention. “And this.”
“I mean, I’m not dumb enough to turn down a blow job,” I began, but he was already sliding down the bed.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Gabe whispered as he brought his mouth level with my cock.
Before I could respond, his hand went to my base, gripping me tightly, and he slid his lips around the tip. Oh, fuck, that felt good. It wasn’t like you ever really forgot how good it felt, getting sucked off, but it had been a little while in my case, and God, it was amazing.
Gabe’s lips were soft and smooth, and he slid them down along my length, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked more of my cock into his mouth. His tongue swirled around me, and I wondered if he’d been taking notes. For someone who’d never given head before, he was almost disturbingly skilled at it.
“Oh fuck, Gabe, that’s perfect.” Something about seeing him down there, mouth inhaling my cock, made me want to tell him how fucking great he was doing. Besides, he’d seemed to like the dirty talk earlier. “It’s so hot watching you suck me off. Those perfect lips, that gorgeous mouth. If you had any idea how sexy you look right now—fucking hell.”
He really must have liked dirty talk because he started working me harder, sliding more and more of my cock down his throat. His lips were red and plump and they looked wrecked as he slid them up and down my length, coating me in spit and letting it dribble onto his chin. The sounds he was making were obscene, hot, wet sounds of spit and skin as his lips slid along my shaft.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep that up. Oh, fucking hell.”
It was too much. Too hot, too wet, too fast, too hard, and too damn amazing for me to keep it together. Great record you’re setting , I chided myself. Coming the second he puts his mouth on you. But I didn’t care and I couldn’t have stopped myself if I had.
“Gabe, I’m gonna come, if you wanna move, you need to do it n—”
His grip on me loosened, and for a split second I thought he was going to pull back, but instead, he leaned in and took all of my length in one gulp. Jesus Christ, where had he learned to deep-throat like that? When ?
A new, soft sound made its way up to my ears, and I looked down at Gabe and realized he was gagging on my cock. That should have made me concerned, but instead it pushed me over the edge. I came in a rush, my whole body rocking with the force of my orgasm as I shot down his throat.
He grabbed my hips and held me tight, like he was afraid I’d try to move away. As if there were anywhere I wanted to be at that moment other than right there in bed with him, coming into his mouth. It took a full minute for my body to stop shaking before I could rub his shoulders gently and pull him back up to me.
“Come here, you,” I said, sliding my arms around him. I took his mouth with mine, filled with a need to open him up, to taste him, to claim him for myself. I pressed a kiss to his forehead and squeezed the back of his neck when we pulled apart. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
Gabe blushed. “I might have done some research.”
“Internet-based, I hope,” I said fiercely. “And not on somebody else.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. There’s nobody else. But I’ve been wanting to try that for a while.” He paused and looked up at me. “It was good? Really?”
“It was fucking phenomenal. Are you sure you shouldn’t be the one teaching this course?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I still think there’s plenty you can teach me.”
“You don’t have to gag on it, you know,” I said, suddenly remembering that last part of the blow job. “I know that’s something you see a lot in porn, but you don’t have to do it in order to get a passing grade.”
“But you liked it.”
Busted. I’d hoped he hadn’t noticed how much I responded to that. “Yeah, but I’d rather you not start associating my cock with the feeling of upchucking, thanks.”
Gabe grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
“Yeah? So you’re still down for a next time?”
“You always ask that. Yes. Duh. Absolutely.”
“Good. Then we have plenty of time to get to know what the other one likes.” I gave him a squeeze, then paused, before looking into his eyes. “Not to freak you out, but if we’re going to keep doing this, we should also both get tested.”
“Oh.” Gabe blinked. “Yeah, of course.”
“Not that I don’t trust you, or vice versa. It’s just a good thing to do. Besides, once we’re both in the clear, it’s going to make certain things a lot more fun.”
“I like the sound of that.”