12. Gabriel
GAbrIEL
Gabriel groaned when his alarm went off.
At least it was Saturday, and he didn’t have to face his friends at work.
Jason had pounced on him on Wednesday, wanting to know about the stag do, and thankfully Dexter had kept his confidence, as Gabriel knew he would.
They would have a lot to say about Bobby living with him when they found out.
He still wasn’t sure why he’d offered his spare room to Bobby, but he had no regrets.
Why wouldn’t he help someone he cared about?
Yes, his feelings for Bobby were complicated, but that was no excuse not to help someone who was in need, especially given it was his sister who had thrown him out.
He needed to get up and have a domestic blitz today.
Bobby might be the hottest man on the planet, but he was a messy fucker.
He had about a million pairs of trainers and seemed to kick them off in various places around the flat and just leave them there.
He put dirty dishes in the sink, but the dishwasher was right next to it.
The bathroom was another thing entirely.
Where did all the hair come from? The man only had a smattering on his chest, not that Gabriel had looked every chance he got, which was a lot.
Considering Bobby walked around in various states of undress, it was a mystery where all the clothes came from that were strewn everywhere.
Gabriel’s laundry needed doing, as he hadn’t had a chance after coming back from Vegas, and they needed food shopping.
He also wanted to check on Bobby. On Thursday night he’d been to meet his brothers, so he was understandably late.
He’d gone to bed as soon as he got home, but on Friday he’d come back from the office and skipped dinner, saying he was tired.
Gabriel wanted to give him space, but it was important that he ate properly.
He pulled on yesterday’s T-shirt and walked out into the lounge.
Bobby’s bedroom door was open, but there was no sign of him.
Gabriel looked in the kitchen. He saw the protein shake bottle on the side, with powder that hadn’t been cleaned up, and sighed.
Not to stereotype, but he was definitely living with a straight guy.
He headed to the bathroom for a shower. There was a wet towel lying on the floor, which he picked up. There was finally a flaw in Bobby Kavanagh, so why did Gabriel keep smiling every time he picked up after the man? He probably needed to talk to someone about that.
Gabriel turned the shower on so the water could warm and then headed for his bedroom.
He took his T-shirt and sleep shorts off, tossing them into the laundry basket, before heading into the bathroom.
The water was lovely and warm now. His heating would have come on early in the morning, so the flat was warm by the time he woke up.
In the winter, he always lingered in the shower more than usual.
The warm water always felt good on his body, and even more so when it was cold.
His cock was still semi-hard from thinking about Bobby at the gym, and thoughts of the man sweating and grunting had him at full mast in no time.
Gabriel gripped his cock and slid the foreskin back.
His was loose, and it took little for him to start leaking.
He rarely used lube for a wank, and didn’t really do it in the shower at all.
His preference was lying down so he could finger himself at the same time or play with one of his toys.
He had a flatmate now, so the shower would have to do unless Bobby was at the office and Gabriel was working from home.
Then he could do what he wanted. He was certain Bobby would do the same when Gabriel wasn’t around, minus the toys, although some straight guys were into arse play.
The idea of walking in and catching Bobby having a wank whilst he was fucking himself with a dildo had Gabriel’s dick pulsing in excitement.
In his fantasy, he’d drop to his knees and suck the man’s brains out through his cock, before getting on all fours.
In this dream scenario, Bobby wouldn’t need recovery time, and he’d be sliding into Gabriel’s hole in seconds, stretching him out.
Gabriel might only have seen the bulge outline, but it was enough to know the man was girthy – his favourite.
The thought of Bobby fucking him hard and not holding back, using all his muscular strength, had Gabriel’s body shuddering, and before long he was moaning out his release.
It had been a while since he’d last wanked, so there was an impressive spurt against the tiles.
It wasn’t the first time he’d wanked off over Bobby, but he’d never done it after the man himself had been naked in this very shower.
Gabriel stepped under the shower spray and washed himself off before unhooking the hose and cleaning down the tiles.
Once he was done, he got out of the shower, his cock in the post-orgasm state where it went soft but kept a lot of its size.
Before he could grab his towel, the door opened, and there stood a shirtless and sweaty Bobby.
He startled and looked down at Gabriel’s cock swinging between his legs.
His eyes lingered there longer than usual, especially for a straight guy.
Gabriel had caught guys looking at him in changing rooms, and even the gay guys didn’t look as long as Bobby was doing.
Gabriel pulled himself together from the shock and grabbed his towel before tying it around his waist. He noticed Bobby had gone bright red, and couldn’t help but find it amusing.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were up yet,” said Bobby, all flustered, before turning round.
“Give me two minutes to dry off, and it’s all yours.”
“Okay,” he spluttered. “Sorry again. I’ll wait in my room.”
Gabriel should be mortified, but he wasn’t.
He was kind of turned on, so it was good that he’d just cum and a towel was hiding his dick.
It was his own fault for not locking the bathroom door too.
After living by himself for years, he’d gotten into a habit of not doing it.
That was something he’d need to remember.
If Bobby had come back a minute earlier, he would have caught Gabriel wanking off. Now that would have been embarrassing.
He dried himself quickly and picked up his essential toiletries and headed for his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
The last thing he wanted was for Bobby to feel uncomfortable, but he also didn’t want to see him all sweaty again from the gym, or he might do something he’d regret.
The idea of licking all that sweat off Bobby, especially around his balls, made his dick wake up again.
Before his mind could continue to sashay down Slutsville Avenue, he got dressed and may have spent longer than usual on making himself look good.
He opened his bedroom door carefully and saw the bathroom door was closed and hopefully locked.
Then he went into the kitchen and made himself a quick bowl of cereal.
He needed to go to the supermarket. If he took the car, he could go to the big one and stock up on everything.
He wasn’t sure what Bobby liked, so he’d have to wait and ask him.
Then he could take off for a couple of hours, and hopefully the awkwardness of what had just happened would be gone.
Gabriel had finished his cereal before Bobby walked in, just wearing a towel.
There was water running down his sculpted chest and abs.
Gabriel wasn’t sure what he preferred, this freshly showered wet look, or the sweaty manliness he saw earlier.
Who was he kidding? Sweaty man musk always won for him.
“I’m really sorry, Gabriel. I had my headphones in when I opened the door.”
“It’s fine. I was the one who forgot to lock the door.”
“I feel like I violated your privacy.”
“You’re not the first man to see my dick,” he said with a laugh.
Bobby frowned. “Erm . . .”
“I meant at the gym, Bobby. Don’t worry, I won’t be bringing guys back here.”
“This is your flat, Gabriel. You can bring back whoever you want.”
Gabriel had been hoping for Bobby to go all caveman and say he wasn’t allowed to bring other men back as he belonged to him.
That was just a fantasy in his head, though, which was getting out of control.
He needed to get out of here and get a bit of distance.
Maybe he could linger in the frozen aisle and cool down a bit.
“Do you need anything from the shops?”
“Which shop?”
“I’ll probably go to Tesco. There’s a massive one about two miles away. I need to stock up on a few things, so I’m taking the car.”
“Can I come with you?”
“Of course. That’d be great,” he lied.
“Give me two minutes,” said Bobby, flashing his gorgeous smile, before rushing off.
Did Gabriel want to walk around the supermarket, looking all domestic with Bobby Kavanagh, and have strangers mistake them for a couple? Of course he did – he just wasn’t sure his poor gay heart could take any more of this torture!
Gabriel couldn’t stop laughing. He’d had such an amazing day with Bobby.
They’d gotten all the food shopping, brought it back here, and then gone out for lunch and more shopping.
Bobby had bought even more trainers. Gabriel had never known a man of any sexuality, or a woman for that matter, who had so many pairs of shoes.