11. Chapter 11 #2
“I just can’t get over it,” he said as he looked at the floor.
Gabe stepped closer to him.
“What?” he asked.
“That you’re here, that this has happened.” Cyrus swallowed hard. “I couldn’t have anticipated it even if I tried.”
Cyrus looked up to see Gabe’s brow furrowed.
“It doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” Gabe insisted. “Yeah, I came here because I wanted to know what happened to you, I wanted…to feel like I was in control of something but, we can—”
Cyrus cut him off. “Make the best of it?” he asked. “I have a hard time doing that.”
Gabe stepped closer to him.
“Just talk to me, please?” he asked. “I told you why I was here, I…I can get over the fact that you left ten years ago. Those people then aren’t here now. Trust me.” He chuckled weakly. “A lot changes in ten years.”
Cyrus looked to the side. “Yeah, a lot does change, including me. I protected you then, but I wasn’t the same as I was then as I am now. I’m not exactly someone you want to be around unless…” He shook his head.
Gabe frowned. “Different but, I…” He took a breath. “When I look at you, I still feel safe.”
Cyrus snorted.
Gabe insisted, “I’m serious. You act stubborn and glare at me, but do I think you’d hurt me?” He shook his head. “No, I can see how you care for the pack, and…I wish you’d stop trying to hide when you look at me.”
Gabe reached out to touch Cyrus’s face.
Cyrus’s throat was tight, and his eyes felt like they were stinging.
He pulled away from Gabe’s hand, his ears warm and frustration building up.
“You want to know why I left?” Cyrus asked, huffing a little and taking a step back.
Thinking about it made his stomach ache. He knew he wasn’t going to get the whole story out, but he needed Gabe to understand why he left, why he was having such a difficult time with this.
“Yes,” Gabe insisted.
“Your parents found out I was…a faggot, as they said, and made me leave,” Cyrus told him.
Gabe blinked. “Wh—” he looked to the side for a moment, and realization, as well as common sense, seemed to spark in his eyes.
“They told me I was a bad influence on you, they…accused me of hurting you,” Cyrus said, his voice cracking for a moment.
“They told me to leave, and they didn’t want me saying goodbye to you.
It was…during one of the worst things that have ever happened to me, so I didn’t have the energy to fight it.
I left after they finished cursing me out. ”
Gabe looked over at him with glistening eyes.
“I’m so sorry, I should’ve known…” he whispered. “If they’d abandon their son, of course, they…”
Gabe stepped closer to him.
“You didn’t deserve that,” he said. “I don’t know what was happening that made it worse, but you didn’t deserve it.”
Cyrus swallowed hard.
He felt like he couldn’t speak.
“God, my parents…” Gabe huffed. “I fucking hate them.”
Cyrus, with his eyes stinging with tears, looked up at Gabe.
“I just want to make it better,” Gabe said as he stepped closer, and this time Cyrus let him touch his face. “Please let me.”
Cyrus knew what he was saying, and more than he wanted almost anything, he wanted that.
He wanted to be showered with Gabe’s affection and feel his body close to his. Helping him forget about the frustration, tension, the pain.
So he didn’t pull away from Gabe as he grabbed his face and instead slowly wrapped his arms around Gabe’s as their foreheads rested together for a moment.
Gabe’s lips pressed to his, and Cyrus kissed him back slowly, deeply.
The taste of Gabe’s lips melted into his own.
It was hard to deny the way their lips molded against each other so perfectly as they belonged.
Cyrus’s arms tugged Gabe closer to him, and Gabe exhaled in a sound of pleasure.
Their kiss grew more fervent and their breath heavy.
Cyrus felt Gabe’s hands slide around his neck over his shoulder, and one of his hands curled into the back of his hair firmly.
Cyrus groaned softly and bit at Gabe’s bottom lip, listening to the moan that followed happily.
It didn’t take long for hands to slide to shirts, tugging them off over each others heads one at a time, breath shallow and eyes full of desire.
“You sure about this?” Cyrus asked.
“Yes,” Gabe replied. “I want you.”
Cyrus grunted softly into their kiss. “I want you,” he replied.
He was forced to tug away from Gabe for a brief moment to lock his bedroom door, leaving Gabe standing there staring at him for a moment before he stepped close to him once more and led him over to the bed as he pressed his lips to his once again.
A few pushes and scoots, and they were on the bed. Cyrus pinned Gabe between himself and the mattress, bare chest against the other man.
He slid his kisses from Gabe’s mouth to his clean, shaved jawline, down his throat to his shoulder. Nipping, kissing. He listened to Gabe’s soft moans, and they caused his own. Cyrus ran the tip of his tongue up Gabe’s neck and felt him shiver underneath him.
Cyrus groaned as Gabe tangled his fingers in the back of his hair at the nape of his neck once more and gripped tightly. His hips rocked and pushed downward against Gabe, the fabric of their jeans swishing and Cyrus’s belt buckle clinking against the button of Gabe’s pants.
He slid a hand down in between their bodies and undid Gabe’s pants, with a slight pause in case Gabe decided to object.
Cyrus kissed Gabe’s throat once more, feeling his quick pulse.
His fingers worked at the button and zipper and then worked to slide Gabe’s jeans down until Gabe was helping work them off, and they were tossed on the floor beside the bed.
Cyrus was hard. Gabe was most undoubtedly hard from what Cyrus was feeling.
Cyrus started to slide down Gabe’s body, but suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
“Guys, the claiming ritual is starting in a few minutes!” Michelle said through the door.
Cyrus growled softly and tilted his head down against Gabe’s stomach. Gabe whined softly.
“Fuck,” Cyrus mumbled.