Chapter 11 #2
“There could be a better descriptor. You know I’m not good with words.”
“I’ve heard that actions speak louder than words.”
“You are demoted back to ridiculous.”
“Nah, I’m not. You know what I am? Tired. I was just thinking about changing into PJs, but I could be convinced to sleep in my birthday suit. As long as you do too.”
Hooking a finger through the belt loop of the jeans Casey wore, Gabe tugged him down the short hallway to his bedroom. Since sleeping with Gabe in his bed was what Casey wanted the most and had brought him back here, he did not protest.
“Your head?” he asked.
“My brains are perfectly fine, and I will feel even better after this. Sleep better too. Endorphins,” he said with an eyebrow waggle and a wave of his hand. “First, let’s get rid of these pesky clothes.”
Sex with Gabriel was much like Gabe himself.
Unpredictable. Changeable. Variable. Sometimes it was a breathless, wild ride that left them both panting and in need of a shower afterward.
Other times, like this one, they came together slowly, gently, savoring the connection between them.
But Casey had the feeling they would still both need a shower afterward.
Occasionally, Casey was in the driver’s seat.
But many times, like this night, it was Gabriel who led the charge.
Gabriel who pushed Casey back against the mattress and peeled his clothing off.
Slowly and with intent. Savoring. Tasting.
And, yes, snuffling. For whatever reason, Gabe had a habit of running the tip of his nose against Casey’s skin, from shoulder to hip, as if he could literally breathe Casey in like a backward genie.
By the time Casey was fully naked and exposed, he was rock hard, needy and desperate.
“Need you. Now,” he groaned. Lifting one hand, he ran his fingers across Gabe’s sexy back and down underneath his hips to gently caress Gabe’s balls. It hadn’t taken Casey long to figure out that Gabe loved that kind of touch too.
Gabe’s body jerked, and the wet tip of his cock stuttered against Casey’s arm, leaving yet another damp spot on his skin. “Fuck, Casey. Me too.”
Casey didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out that the intense foreplay was Gabe’s way of getting Casey out of his head. The tantalizing light touches, the swipes of his tongue across Casey’s nipples and other sensitive spots.
Gabe teased Casey mercilessly with his cock, positioning himself so that it would occasionally dip downward to glance briefly against Casey’s abdomen, thigh, or forearm, all of which was intended to make Casey lose his mind.
And it worked. He was panting now, his chest rising and falling as he tried to maintain control of himself.
But he had some remaining dignity, and he wouldn’t be coming before Gabe did.
Gabe grinned, also breathing heavily. “Yeah, me too,” he repeated.
With a lazy grin, Gabe slowly scooted up Casey’s body.
“Faster,” Casey demanded.
Finally, they were lip to lip, chest to chest, thigh to thigh.
Gabe’s weight held him down, and any remaining coherent thoughts fled Casey’s mind.
Then Gabe’s hot mouth closed over his, invading him with licks and gentle nips while Gabe’s hand snaked down their bodies so he could wrap his fingers as much as he could around both of their erections.
Casey arched into his grip, reveling in the slide of his cock against Gabe’s.
The silk and iron. Gabe’s fingers kept them together as their movements became more frantic.
Casey’s hips pistoned as he drove himself, over and over, into the palm of Gabe’s hand and the top of his thigh.
He’d been so close to coming before this, and now he felt the final incendiary spark at the base of his spine.
“Gabriel,” he managed to groan as an orgasm ripped through him. His balls released, come exploding from his cock, the slick covering Gabe’s hand and Casey’s abs.
“Fuck. Yes, yes.”
Gabe was right there with him. His body shuddered before he stilled and threw his head back, and Casey’s stomach was covered with warm come seconds later. The visceral feel of it had Casey’s cock twitching again, an aftershock that left him gasping for breath.
For several long moments, he lay there, floating in what Casey could only describe as an orgasmic dream state. He imagined that their hearts were beating in tandem, sending blood and oxygen through their veins, their own contained universes, a synchronized rhythm.
“God, you’re incredible,” Gabe finally said, rolling off Casey after a few seconds of being flopped on top of him, presumably enjoying his own post-orgasmic haze of pleasure.
“I think I had oxygen deprivation for a few minutes,” Casey muttered.
“Did you forget to breathe?”
“I generally forgot.”
“That’s good. That’s exactly as it should be.”
Casey had the niggling feeling there had been something he’d intended to tell Gabe, but whatever it was, it had literally been fucked out of his mind.
“Shower? Separate or together.”
Casey turned his head in Gabe’s direction. “Is that a trick question?”
Gabe laughed, which had been Casey’s intention.
Shower orgasms were almost as good as bedroom orgasms, the only downfall being that Casey had to prop himself up against the shower wall in order not to fall.
“The right answer is always together.”