20. Gabe
20
GABE
U sually, I’d rib Brooklyn about his strange insistence that we always hook up in his bedroom. I considered it a victory whenever I could get him to mess around anywhere else. But tonight, I said nothing. My heart was beating too fast.
I’d been waiting for this for too damn long. I understood why, now. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t thrilled the wait was finally over.
Brooklyn kissed me at the door to the bedroom, running his lips along my jaw and neck before tugging my shirt up and off over my head. My fingers were clumsy for some reason, but I managed to get his shirt off as well.
“You’ve got to stop traveling so much,” he whispered as his hands stroked my back. “You seem to have forgotten how clothes work.”
“Shut up.” My hands went to his waist. I could feel the bulge of his erection through his jeans and I palmed it once before unzipping him. “I remember fine. It’s just nerves.”
Brooklyn’s hands froze, and he pulled back to look me in the eye. “Hey, you know I don’t want to do anything that you’re not a hundred percent into. We don’t have to—”
“I know.” I stroked him again, my hand on top of his briefs now. “And nerves don’t mean I’m not into this. They just mean nerves. Now shut up and remind me what I’ve been missing for the past four days.”
No complaints then. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, and mine, and walked me towards the bed, pushing me down on my back and covering my body with his. Now that we were here, I found myself wanting to draw out the moment. The feeling of his stubble on my neck as he kissed my ear. The weight of his body on mine. The incredible warmth. I wanted to freeze the moment in amber.
I’d never felt so connected to anyone before. I tried to savor the feeling, but it was hard to pay attention to anything as I felt Brooklyn’s cock sliding against mine. I bucked up into him as he ground his hips down and stroked us together. I was so hard, both of us leaking precum in anticipation. Anticipation that only increased as he licked his way down my chest and sucked on my nipples again.
I could probably come from that alone, I decided, given enough time. His wet kisses trailed across my skin, the heat of his mouth sending shivers through my body. He bit down on one nipple and rolled it lightly between his teeth, and I whined—I fucking whined—with how badly I wanted him.
It only got higher pitched as he moved down my body, kissing my stomach and hips, then moving out to my thighs and slowly licking his way in. It was exquisite torture, the dance of his tongue along my skin until finally he wrapped a hand around my dick and drew it to his mouth.
His touch with his tongue was light at first, teasing, circling the head and refusing to settle down. Then he began to lay long licks up and down my length, sending a new set of shivers through me. I struggled to keep my body under control.
“Fuck.” My hands darted towards his head before I moved them back to my sides, gripping the sheets instead.
Brooklyn looked up and laughed lightly. “You know you can touch my head if you want. You’re always so polite. It’s cute, but you don’t have to be.”
I flushed. “I just don’t want to, like, be demeaning or pushy or something. God, especially after—”
“The video? Trust me, while I wish it hadn’t happened, that part, I’m over. You’re not going to offend me.” He chuckled. “I keep forgetting how new this all is to you. I promise I won’t feel demeaned or insulted. Putting your hands on me isn’t a bad thing. Besides—I happen to like pushy.”
That was all the permission I needed, and when Brooklyn turned his attention back to my cock, I let my hands roam freely across any part of him I could reach. His flexed shoulders, as he worked up and down over my cock. The back of his neck, long and powerful. His hair—fuck, I loved playing with his hair, close-cropped and thick in my hands.
I lost myself in his attentions, moaning as he took my whole length down into his throat. I wondered if I would ever get used to how amazing it felt. The only problem was that I was in very real danger of coming too soon if he kept that up. And tonight, he’d promised me something more.
“Brooklyn, fuck, please.”
“What, baby?” He grinned when he saw me flush. “Sorry, is calling you ‘ baby ’ pushing it?”
“No. God, no. That was a, um, a good blush.” I laughed. “I like it when you call me that.”
“You sure you don’t want me to call you bro?” He smiled wickedly.
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”
“Maybe in another thousand years or so. But I believe you were going to ask me something?” He stroked my cock lazily while he waited.
“Uh, yeah. It’s not that this isn’t amazing, but, um, weren’t we going to, well, you know…”
“Sweetheart, if this is you being pushy, we have some work to do. Use your words.”
“Fuck you.” I could feel my cheeks turning crimson.
Brooklyn laughed. “Oh, is that what you want? To fuck me?”
Was it even possible to blush more than I was already?
“No.” Deep breath. “No, I want you to fuck me.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Brooklyn’s smile grew wider. “Turn over onto your side.”
He grabbed the lube out of the nightstand as I rolled over, and kissed my neck as he slid back into place behind me. I heard the cap flick open and then felt the cool glide of liquid on his fingers as he touched my hole lightly. My cock twitched in response.
“I want you to touch yourself,” he whispered from behind me. His free hand rubbed my shoulders. “I want to watch you stroke your cock while I’m inside you.”
His words poured over me like honey, his breath on the back of my neck shooting warmth down my spine. I grabbed my dick and stroked it. As soon as my hand started moving, he began to swirl his finger around my entrance.
“Perfect, just like that. You look so hot right now. I can’t wait to be inside you, can’t wait to fuck you.” He kept up a steady stream of dirty talk as he slid a finger into me. I groaned and pushed back onto it, desperate to feel him deep inside. When he found my prostate, he pressed against it, and my whole body spasmed.
“Fuck, Brooklyn,” I gasped. “Oh fuck, yes. More, please.”
I moaned when I felt a second finger enter me, pushing into my tight hole. I’d needed this. I’d only been gone for four days, but it felt like an eternity since he and I had been this close. I pushed back, taking his fingers deeper inside me, letting loose a needy whine.
“You’re so sexy, Gabe. You look so fucking good, fucking yourself on my fingers. So hot.” Brooklyn kissed my shoulders as he ran a hand through my hair. “I’m gonna add a third finger now. It’s gonna feel really big at first, but I promise, you can take it. Just tell me whenever you need me to stop, okay?”
I nodded frantically, not entirely sure I knew how to use words anymore. My senses were already on overload, and all I knew was that I needed more of him, now. I stopped, letting loose a cry when his three fingers pushed into me. It wasn’t a cry of pain, but I wasn’t sure I could call it pleasure yet, either.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Brooklyn paused, leaving his fingers where they were as he kissed my back.
“Just breathe, Gabe. It’s okay. Just breathe.”
I tried to follow his instructions, taking one shaky breath after another. Fuck, I felt fuller than I ever had before, my ass stretching around his fingers and getting used to their girth.
“You’re doing perfect, baby. So good. I want you to stroke yourself again, okay? Don’t worry about anything else, I promise I won’t move until you tell me to. Just concentrate on you. Make yourself feel good.”
I hadn’t realized that my hand had stopped moving on my cock until he pointed it out. Tentatively, I stroked upwards and shuddered at the sensation. I was throbbing, and jerking off with three fingers in my ass was an entirely new sensation.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, stroking faster. “Oh my God, this feels—fuck.”
“Just tell me when you want me to move again, okay? Take your time..”
“Now,” I moaned. “Fuck, I want to feel you now.”
I thought I was going to lose my mind when Brooklyn moved his fingers in and out again. My breath came in ragged jags, but I didn’t want him to stop. I’d never felt anything like it before, and when he pressed on my prostate again, I nearly cried in pleasure.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Brooklyn breathed, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. “If you could see how fucking perfect you are right now, taking my fingers up your ass while you touch yourself. You’re making me so hard.”
“I want you,” I gasped. “Please, Brooklyn. I want your cock.”
“You sure?” I thought I could hear a smile in his voice even though I couldn’t see him. “Because you seem to be enjoying yourself right now.”
“No,” I groaned, pushing my ass back onto his fingers hard. “No, please. Give me your cock. Fuck me.”
“Say it again.” That smile was even more audible. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I gasped. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Good.” He laughed low and sweet against my ear. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
I whimpered when he pulled his fingers out, feeling suddenly empty. Disappointingly so. I heard the squirt of lube from the bottle and the sound of him stroking his cock, getting himself wet. He pressed the tip up against my hole and wrapped his arm around my chest.
“Remember, you can stop me any time you want, okay?” Brooklyn kissed my neck as his hand stroked my chest lightly. “Anytime you need to press pause. Or even if you want me to pull out. Anal isn’t for everyone, and there’s nothing wrong with deciding you don’t like it.”
“Brooklyn?”
“Yeah.”
“Stop being so nice and just fuck me, okay?”
“Feeling bossy, are we?”
“You said you liked pushy.” I glanced over my shoulder. “And I swear to God, if you make me wait any longer, I’ll—I don’t even know what I’ll do. But it won’t be— fuuuuuuuck .”
He didn’t even wait for me to finish talking before he began to push himself in. I felt my hole expand to take the head of his cock in, the tight ring of muscle stretching around his thick shaft. God, and I’d thought his fingers had been big.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” I could barely keep it together as he pushed more of his cock into me. “Oh my fucking God.”
He paused. “You okay?”
I nodded vehemently. “Fuck, yes. You’re huge. But don’t stop.”
I felt Brooklyn chuckle as his chest pressed up against my back and I just concentrated on staying in my own body as he pushed himself inside me. His free hand drifted up to my throat, stroking it lightly as he pressed in. An eternity later, he stopped.
“You did it, baby.” He kissed the back of my neck as his fingers traced my Adam’s apple. “You’re so fucking amazing. I knew you could take me.”
“Oh my God.” My chest heaved. I’d never felt so full in my life. He was filling parts of me I didn’t even know I had. And it felt amazing, his warm, hard cock sliding all the way inside me. “You’re just—you’re so big.”
“And you’re so fucking tight. Gabe, you have no idea. You feel—God, you’re amazing.”
Brooklyn’s hand traced its way down to my groin. He wrapped it around my own hand, already gripping my cock, and got me stroking myself again. I shuddered as pleasure rippled through me.
“So tight,” he breathed again. “And so hot. I could stay like this forever, just watching you jerk off with my cock in your ass.”
“Please,” I moaned, pushing back onto him. Ecstasy shot through my body. “Please, please.”
“Please what?”
I could barely think, let alone talk. I just knew that I needed more of this. I thrust my hips backward, driving myself further onto Brooklyn’s cock, then rocking forward into my waiting hand. “Please. More.”
“More of my cock?” Brooklyn’s voice was in my ear as he nibbled on the lobe. “You want more of it? You want me to fuck you?”
“God, yes.”
It was too good, Brooklyn filling me, his cock stroking against my prostate, the feeling of him sliding in and out, even with just my own small movements. Finally, he began to move, pushing deeper into me before pulling out, slow and steady motions that stoked a fire inside me.
“You’re so beautiful, taking all of my cock.”
“Oh God,” I gasped, feeling a wave of sensation rising in me. This was too soon, too fast, but everything felt too good for me to last much longer. “Oh fuck, Brooklyn, I think I’m gonna come if you keep—oh, fuck, I don’t think I can stop it.”
“That’s okay, that’s okay.” His voice was soft, whispering sweet reassurances in my ear. “I want you to come, Gabe, I want you to. Just let go, okay?”
I could feel my orgasm growing inside me, burning hotter as his thrusts in my ass pushed me past the point of no return.
“Oh God, I can’t—”
“Come for me.”
Brooklyn’s voice flipped a switch inside me, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. My whole body tensed, and I moaned his name as pleasure raced through me, sending me into outer space as I spilled into my hand.
“God, look at you,” he groaned. “You’re so sexy. You’re gonna make me come too.”
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Do you want me to come inside you?”
“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, still floating somewhere up in the clouds. “Please, give it to me.”
“You’re so tight. So perfect, taking all of my cock, coming for me on your first time. So fucking beautiful.”
He trailed off as his thrusts grew wilder, harder. He gripped my hips with both hands, pumping into me, and then, after a final thrust, he groaned and stilled, his breath heavy on the back of my neck. I wasn’t quite sure anymore where his body ended and mine began.
I just wanted to lie there forever. In bed with Brooklyn, everything felt perfect, everything made sense. Connected to him, I felt a peace I’d never known. I sighed a little when he pulled out, but let him turn me over, clutching my body to him, chest to chest.
“How are you doing?” He pressed his lips to my forehead.
“Fucking perfect,” I mumbled into his neck.
“You sure? Because you didn’t call me bro even once. If that would make the experience more complete—”
“Fuck you,” I laughed. “I’m gonna start doing that all the time if you keep teasing me, and then see how you like it.”
He kissed my temple. “You sure you’re okay, though? You need a glass of water or a washcloth? Do you wanna get up and shower?”
I squeezed my arms around him tighter. “No. Don’t even think about moving.”
He laughed and ran a hand through my hair. “That good, huh?”
“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it. Not even close.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this,” Brooklyn began, “but you didn’t happen to bring your phone in here, did you?”
“Uh, yeah.” I peered up at him, confused. “Why.”
He blushed. It was still sexy as all hell. “I was just thinking, we haven’t taken a picture to send to Tanner yet today.”
“And you want to send him one of us, post-sex?” I couldn’t keep the shock from my voice.
“Just from the shoulders up,” Brooklyn said, shrugging. “I just figured, if we have to do it anyway, might as well rub it in, how well things are going. But I guess that is kind of gross. Forget it. Stupid idea.”
“It’s an awesome idea,” I shot back. “Don’t move.”
I rolled over and felt around on the floor for my pants, plucking my phone from the back pocket.
“We can send it to Aiden, too,” he added when I rejoined him.
I arched an eyebrow. “Without telling him to take the account down? You realize it’ll end up all over the internet. Not that I’m ashamed of you or anything, but, you know. Responsibility compels me to point it out.”
“I’m not ashamed of you either. I feel like I won the fucking lottery.” Brooklyn grinned. “And up until now, all those pictures have been documenting a relationship that wasn’t quite real. I was just thinking, maybe it’s time we showed the world what real looks like.”
Hearing him say those words was all I needed for the rest of my life. ‘Maybe it’s time we showed them what real looks like.’ I kissed his cheek, then flicked my camera on.
“Smile.”