Chapter 10
Ayawning whirlpool of trepidation had slowly begun to swirl in Fox’s gut since he’d given Gael permission to become the first mate of the Sweet Mercy.
With every night that brought them closer to Gael’s departure, the churning waters spun faster and faster.
At any moment Fox would drop over the edge into that bottomless void and never resurface again.
And every time Gael left his side, even for a moment, Fox felt like he was being left behind.
His home shouldn’t feel like that.
But tonight was their last night together, and Fox was determined to make the most of it.
To stamp his presence on Gael’s very being so he would have no choice but to return unscathed.
Fox pushed all the trepidation and anticipated loneliness into the bottom of the whirlpool as he shoved Gael up against the closed door of their quarters, hands fisted in the front of his shirt, and kissed him breathless.
There were no words between them. All that was left unsaid could now only be spoken by their entwined bodies.
Gael’s lips parted, accepting Fox’s tongue greedily as his fingers threaded through Fox’s wind-mussed hair.
He moaned against Fox’s mouth, unable to speak his name around the invading tongue.
Fox’s fists tightened further in his shirt, as if Gael would disappear at any moment.
He could have changed his mind and asked Gael to stay.
Yet Fox couldn’t let his own anxieties stifle Gael’s freedom.
Gael had been more than accommodating of Fox’s insecurities since their reunion, and though Fox found himself incapable of leaving the Siren, that didn’t mean Gael must remain as well.
Both of them understood this now, but that didn’t mean Fox would let him go without showing him what he would be missing.
Fox rocked his hips against Gael’s body, anticipation heightening as he felt Gael’s cock harden beneath his pants. Fox’s tongue stroked into Gael’s mouth, eliciting another moan. He stowed away that sound in his memory for the season of inevitable lonely nights that stretched ahead of him.
But tonight he wasn’t lonely. He yanked Gael’s shirt up over his head, their lips parting momentarily as the fabric passed between them. The whirlpool spun faster and faster, turning Fox’s movements frantic. Gael hauled him close to his chest, his hands wandering down Fox’s back to cup his ass.
Fox’s lips scorched a trail down Gael’s throat and over his collarbone, his mouth open and wanting.
Gael leaned his head back against the door, still gripping Fox’s body tight to his.
His breath came in quick pants as Fox lavished his chest with attention.
Fox flattened his tongue against Gael’s hard nipples, then nipped at them with his teeth, eliciting a gasp.
“I’m gonna wreck you tonight, baby,” Fox murmured. “Would you like that?”
Fox found Gael watching him, eyes clouded with naked lust. He licked his plush, parted lips.
“Do whatever you want with me, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”
Arousal surged through Fox’s body. He unfastened Gael’s pants and dragged them down his hips, practically salivating as Gael’s thick cock sprang free.
Fox fell to his knees, too impatient for slow teasing.
His own cock pressed hard against the inside of his pants.
He framed Gael’s hips between his hands and sucked Gael’s cock into his hungry mouth.
Gael’s moan redoubled as his cockhead breached Fox’s kiss-swollen lips and slid against the inside of his cheeks.
Fox closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the slide of soft skin against his lips, savoring the salty precum on his tastebuds.
Gael’s hips twitched as Fox’s tongue swirled around him on the next downstroke.
The head hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed around the intrusion.
He inhaled the familiar scent of Gael’s musk, his nose buried in the dark pubic hair.
“Foxy,” Gael moaned, already breathless.
Fox’s eyelids fluttered open, holding his stormy gaze as he slowly began to pull back, his tongue swirling and pressing against all the sensitive spots he knew would drive Gael mad.
When only the tip remained inside he sucked on it, saliva pooling beneath his tongue, before he pushed forward up to the base.
Gael gripped Fox’s hair as Fox set a relentless pace. His hips twitched against Fox’s restraining hold with every stroke, desperate to fuck Fox’s mouth. The veins beneath his tight skin throbbed, mirroring his pounding heart.
Fox moaned around Gael’s cock, his own dick desperate to be touched. He let his teeth scrape lightly down Gael’s shaft, and Gael shuddered.
“Fox, please. I…” Gael’s hips stuttered again, his grip tightening in Fox’s hair. The desperate cast of Gael’s voice told Fox he was close. After a few more strokes, he released Gael’s cock with a lewd slurp.
Fox blinked up at him, knowing his wide green eyes and swollen lips would push Gael even closer to the edge.
Gael growled and tugged Fox’s hair, urging him to his feet. Fox let the tug send tingles across his scalp and down his spine before he complied, rising slowly so they were face-to-face.
“Don’t make me come too quick. We still have the whole night ahead of us.”
Fox smirked and palmed Gael’s wet cock. “As if I can’t make you come as many times as I want.”
Gael shivered at his words and followed Fox’s tugging hand, allowing himself to be led to the bed.
There was always a moment between them, when they were skin-to-skin like this, where the fluid nature of their sexual relationship pulled taut with possibility.
The sometimes unspoken question of who would give and who would receive.
Gael captured Fox’s swollen lips in a deep kiss, their tongues ebbing and flowing together, sparring for resolution until something finally clicked into place in Fox’s head.
Without breaking the kiss, Fox pushed Gael onto the bed, hitching Gael’s thick thighs around his hips in a clear show of dominance.
Gael arched into his touch, accepting his role as easy as breathing.
He dragged Fox’s shirt off over his head and tossed it to the side before frantically unfastening the front of Fox’s pants.
Fox moaned when Gael’s hand slipped beneath his underwear to wrap around his cock.
He thumbed the wet slit, spreading precum over the flushed head.
Fox’s hips involuntarily bucked into his hold.
His impatience grew, thrusting into Gael’s loose grip as his mouth devoured Gael’s lips.
He’d gone into this with a plan to drive Gael mad so he would miss Fox terribly while he was gone.
Unfortunately, Gael had the same power over him.
That was what happened when you were hopelessly in love.
Fox’s grip tightened on Gael’s thigh, fingertips digging into the firm flesh. His dick throbbed in Gael’s grip, and he held back a whimper. He had to take back control and not let himself succumb to the natural seduction of Gael’s body.
Fox sat back to shuck off the rest of his clothes.
Gael reached for him, desperate for more contact, and Fox caught his hand to press a kiss to his palm.
He trailed kisses up Gael’s arm to the inside of his elbow, as his other hand caressed up Gael’s thigh to brush his cock.
Gael bit his lip, watching Fox’s face as Fox lavished his skin with kisses.
“Fox…” Gael whined, and Fox smirked in return.
Usually Fox was the impatient and needy one, but it seemed that Gael was missing him already.
He stroked Gael’s cock lightly, lips traveling down Gael’s muscular body.
Gael gasped as Fox’s cheek skimmed down the shaft, then grunted when Fox pulled him to the edge of the bed.
Fox lowered to his knees on the floor and propped Gael’s sturdy legs on his shoulders.
His lips trailed along Gael’s inner thigh to the bottom curve of his buttcheek.
Gael’s muscles tensed as he realized what Fox intended to do, and a small, whiny moan escaped his parted lips as Fox spread his cheeks and flattened his tongue against Gael’s puckered hole.
Fox continued stroking Gael’s cock, relishing the way Gael’s hole constricted against his tongue.
Fox teased around the rim for a few moments, waiting for Gael to relax again.
His muscles loosened bit by bit as Fox lavished him with attention.
When he was sufficiently relaxed, Fox pushed his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and lapped at Gael’s pliant interior.
Gael groaned, his hips twitching to impale himself further on Fox’s tongue.
Fox withdrew and thrust his tongue in again, eliciting another groan.
Fox spread him wider, thrusting and lapping at his insides, unconcerned with the saliva coating his cheeks and chin.
He only wanted to listen to the pleasured sounds falling from Gael’s lips.
Gael’s soft insides tightened around Fox’s tongue with every thrust, and a sort of dizzy euphoria began to cloud Fox’s mind, his own arousal heightened by his lover’s pleasure.
He shifted on his knees and redoubled his efforts, satisfied as Gael’s hole slowly loosened under his ministrations.
He resisted touching his own cock to relieve the pressure that built with every twitch of Gael’s hips seeking deeper penetration.
Fox’s thumb dipped in beside his thrusting tongue, circling and stretching more until Gael’s hips rutted back sharply.
Fox replaced his thumb with one finger, then added a second, taking care not to let his own impatience hurry him.
He couldn’t let Gael’s first day on the job tomorrow be marred by a sore back.
Gael’s fingertips brushed the top of Fox’s head, and when Fox looked up, Gael passed the vial of lube they always kept under their pillows into his other hand. Fox held his gaze for a moment and slowly licked the saliva from his lips, giggling when Gael shuddered.