Jason
Once the medics were satisfied that I wasn’t dying, and after Gabe and I revealed that we suck each other's cocks to the creators of the HellCats, I was allowed to leave.
It’s still hot outside, even though it’s the middle of the night, and I’m dreading having to bake in that hot trailer.
“We need to get a window AC or something,” I suggest.
Gabe stares at me with a raised brow. “Yeah, maybe with your first HellCat check, you can splurge and buy us one,” he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Two can play this game. “Buy one? I’m a HellCat now, mothafucka. I’m gonna steal that shit!”
“God damnit,” Gabe whispers with frustration.
“I’m just saying, my profession is organized crime now. Get used to some shady-ass business.”
We reach the front door of the trailer, but Gabe blocks me from entering. “What are you going to do for them?” he asks with a nervous edge to his voice.
“I have no clue. Whatever they want me to do, I guess.”
That’s not the answer Gabe was looking for. “I can talk to Torren. He’ll make sure Tobias puts you somewhere less risky—”
“Nope,” I interrupt. “Nuh-uh. I just started, and I’m not having Daddy Torren put in a good word for me because I’m boinking his right-hand man. I want to earn respect.”
Gabe narrows his eyes at me. “Boinking? Really?”
I press him against the front door, making sure to grind my dick against his.
“Get in that fucking trailer and get naked so I can boink that ass.”
Gabe laughs so hard he almost loses his balance, but I manage to catch him. “I will never let you fuck me again if you say that—”
“I ain’t fuckin’ nobody,” I blurt out before he can finish. “I said I’m BOINKIN’!”
A neighbor turns on their outdoor lights, and Gabe shakes his head. “Let’s get inside. We need to take care of you.” He leads us into the trailer, then rushes to the bathroom, turning on the light and drawing a bath.
I wave my hand dismissively. “Nah, I’m not hurt. I’m freaking horny—”
Gabe approaches and puts his finger to my lips. “I’ll fill up the tub with some Epsom salt so you can soak and relax.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he interrupts.
We’re face-to-face in the dark trailer, but I can still make out his face. He looks at me with concern, and a warm feeling washes over me. “Okay,” I whisper.
He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, where he pulls the Epsom salt from beneath the sink and dumps a generous amount into the water.
He tests the temperature with his hand, staring up at the ceiling with a contemplative look, then adjusts the hot and cold.
Watching Gabe methodically prep a bath for my bruised body—
My body feels too small for everything I’m feeling.
He turns off the water and approaches. “I’ll help.”
Gabe slowly takes my shirt off, then unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down with care. He lifts one foot to remove my shoe and sock, then does the same with the other.
“Brace yourself against the wall,” he says. I do, and he pulls off my pants, then slides down my boxers.
My cock hardens as I watch him kneel before me.
His eyes linger over my dick for a moment, then he leans in and kisses the head.
“I’ll make you feel good,” he assures me. “We just need to take care of you first.”
My breath hitches when he kisses my dick again.
“Gabe—”
“Get in the tub,” he says. “You need to soak for a while.”
Once I’m seated in the bathtub, Gabe uses a washcloth to clean me. My eyes close as he massages my body with the cloth, making sure to be careful where the bruises are.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Amazing,” I sigh.
“Good.”
I blink open my eyes and see him studying my body, and my skin tingles as his eyes trail over me.
Steam fogs up the bathroom, and Gabe, with his light skin and dark eyes, looks otherworldly through the mist.
My hand rises to cup his face and our gazes meet.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” he asks.
I motion to the bath. “All of this.
“You don’t need to thank me for that.”
“Yes, I do.”
There’s a moment of silence as we stare at each other.
“Come in with me,” I finally say.
“We both won’t fit,” he says through a little laugh.
“We will if we’re close.”
His smile is big and warm, reminding me of how he smiled at Torren tonight, and I feel so good that I’m the one receiving it now.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.
“You won’t. Come.”
He kisses the palm of my hand and nods, rising to undress.
“Slower,” I urge. “Let me watch.”
Gabe’s smile is devilish as he slowly lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. His boxers peek out of his baggy black pants, and the contrast with his pale skin has me feral.
He unbuttons his pants, but I stop him. “Turn around. Pull them down slowly.”
Gabe turns, peeking over his shoulder to look at me, then slowly lowers his pants to reveal his plaid boxers.
He hooks the waistband with his thumbs and lowers his boxers to show his perfect ass as he bends forward.
“Stay like that,” I whisper.
One hand grips my cock while the other pinches my nipple. “Spread your cheeks, Gabe.”
He does, giving me the perfect view of his smooth asshole.
“Jesus Christ,” I rasp.
“Do you want it?” he asks.
“So much.”
“I want to give it to you,” he says. My cock is rock hard as he stands upright and turns to me. “How do you want me?” he asks.
“In here. Ride me.”
He approaches the tub, but I point to the medicine cabinet and say, “Vaseline.”
Gabe is mildly disappointed, so I add. “You’ll still feel it. I’ll make sure to stretch the way you like it.”
His eyes flutter at my words. He reaches for the Vaseline and applies some to his asshole, his eyes locked with mine as he does.
“Now me,” I say.
He hands me the Vaseline, and I rub a generous amount on my cock. Gabe steps into the tub, his legs on either side of my body, then lowers onto me.
He uses one hand to position my cock against his asshole, then slowly sinks down.
“Oh god,” he hisses.
“See? I’m still big enough to give you what you need.”
Gabe whimpers as he takes all of me, his eyes clenched and his mouth open.
His ass rests against my pelvis, his hole adjusting to my size, before opening his eyes and saying, “You feel so good inside me.”
“Kiss me,” I tell him.
He does, our lips slanted and my tongue finding his. Gabe starts riding me while we kiss, his hands spreading his cheeks while water splashes out of the tub.
“That’s it,” I whisper into his mouth. “Ride my cock. Let me stretch that ass the way you need it.”
“You’re so deep,” he whines, resting his forehead against mine.
“You okay?” I ask.
“So fucking okay.”
Gabe rises, arching his back so that he’s looking at the ceiling while bouncing on my cock.
“You look so fucking hot right now,” I tell him.
And he does. He’s riding me like I’m a bull, one hand rubbing his pecs while the other grips the ledge of the bathtub.
He leans forward and bites my nipple, not hard, but enough to feel the perfect amount of sting as he uses my dick.
My hand wraps around his head. “That’s it. Bite it. Pinch the other one.”
He does, biting my left nipple while pinching the right, and never letting that ass stop for a second.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn him.
His lips find mine at the exact moment my release fills him. Gabe mewls into my mouth as I come, my whole body shuddering from the force of it.
“Oh, my god,” he whispers. “That felt incredible.”
“Do you want to get off?” I ask.
He shakes his head no.
“Why?” I ask.
“I want this—just this.”
I kiss his forehead and run my fingers through his hair. “Okay.”
“Will you stay inside me for a while?” he asks.
“Absolutely.”
I could stay inside him forever.
“I love being inside you like this,” I whisper. “Just sitting here while you warm my cock. It’s perfect.”
“I love it, too—I just want to—” His voice trails off.
“What?” I ask.
Gabe kisses my neck and explains, “There’s just something so amazing about giving myself to you. Having you inside me like this—feeling you. It makes me want to surrender, you know? Like…to submit and let you take over me.”
I don’t know if my heart has ever pumped harder in my life.
I wrap my arms around him, relishing how good it feels having him resting on me like this—cradled in my arms while he lets me stay inside him.
It’s nice.
Too nice in some ways.
It’s a reflex of mine to brace for the other shoe to drop.
Because it usually does.
And, tonight, things happened between us that I can’t walk back from. He said things that I’ll remember until the day I die, and I have to know if they’re real.
“Gabe?”
“Hmm?” His head rests on my chest, and I rub the back of his back.
“The stuff you said tonight…you know… about talking to me?”
He trembles ever so slightly at the mention of it. “Yeah?” he asks.
It feels so needy and icky to ask it, but I have to. “You meant it, right? You won’t stop talking to me again, will you?”
Gabe doesn’t answer for a while. So long that it makes me queasy with regret for even asking, but then he says, “I won’t go silent on you, Jason.”
The relief is powerful. I was holding my breath the whole time, so I suck in a chestful of air and sigh.
“Just you, though. I don’t—” he goes quiet for a moment, then whispers, “No one else.”
I look down at his head resting on my chest. It hurts, knowing how long he’s been silent. I don’t understand it, but I want to help. “Gabe, do you want to talk about that night?” I ask.
“No,” he says with a shudder. “Please. I can’t.”
“Okay. You don’t have to. I’m here, though. I just want you to know.”
He nods. “Thank you.”
We lie there together for a while, and it starts hitting me how big this is. Two years. He hasn’t talked to people like this in two years.
“Gabe.”
“Hmm?”
I squeeze him and say, “Thank you. For letting me in. It means so much to me.”
Gabe kisses my chest and says, “You mean so much to me.”
“I’m so happy we’re friends again,” I tell him.
Gabe freezes for a second, his body kind of rigid, before he slowly relaxes and whispers, “Me too.”