CHAPTER 23
BOBBY
“Oh, fuck, you need to stop squeezing my dick or I’m gonna cum,” Bobby groaned.
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Can I fuck you on your back?” he asked, pulling out.
Gabriel turned over and smiled at him. His eyes were glazed, and Bobby loved that he’d put that look on his face, but he wanted to see him when he came, and not have his face buried in the pillow like he usually did.
Bobby pushed Gabriel’s legs back and slid two fingers into his hole. He was nice and loose from the fucking Bobby had just given him, although it didn’t feel that way when his dick was inside him. He pushed his legs back further so he could line himself up, and Gabriel laughed.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
“Are you trying to fold me in half?”
“No, I just want to see your face when I’m inside you. Is that okay?”
“Of course it is,” he replied, leaning up for a kiss, which Bobby happily gave him. “Let go of my legs and sit back on your haunches.”
Bobby did as instructed, and Gabriel manoeuvred himself so his hole was in the perfect position, but he wasn’t bent like a pretzel.
“Now, get that fat cock back inside me.”
Bobby wasted no time, getting himself lined up and sliding back in to the hilt.
Gabriel moaned loudly, as he always did.
Bobby did a few slow slides in and out to get the angle right, and once Gabriel’s body jerked, he knew he was in the right position, so he sped up his thrusts.
Seeing Gabriel shaking his head from side to side as he was overwhelmed with pleasure was amazing to see, but that wasn’t what Bobby wanted.
“Open your eyes. I want to see you,” he said.
Gabriel looked at him. Those gorgeous brown eyes expressed so much emotion.
Bobby had always been the type who fell hard and fast for someone, but this was on turbocharge.
Did he think he’d be falling in love with a guy?
No. Did it matter? Not one bit. He bent down to kiss Gabriel, keeping the angle right and fucking him at a hard yet steady pace.
He didn’t need to be a battering ram, but Gabriel liked him to use his full strength and fuck him “like a man,” as he put it.
He moved back upright and put his right hand around Gabriel’s neck and gave it a squeeze.
Not too tight that he’d leave a mark, but with enough pressure to feel his elevated pulse rate as Bobby continued to fuck him and push him closer to the edge.
He wanted Gabriel to cum first this time.
They’d often cum together, or Gabriel had been close behind Bobby.
Not today. He wanted to watch his man fall apart, because that’s who Gabriel was – his man.
It had only been two weeks, but he was in this.
He knew Gabriel wanted to keep things quiet for a while, but he wanted to tell the world that this man belonged to Bobby.
Gabriel gripped his cock and wanked himself off.
Bobby was determined to learn how to get that beast in his mouth.
The first time, he’d done as Gabriel predicted and tried to deep-throat him, which had resulted in a lot of coughing and spluttering, ruining the moment.
It hadn’t helped when Gabriel had said he didn’t expect him to do it, as only three guys had ever deep-throated him, which had made Bobby jealous.
Which was ridiculous. He’d never felt possessive of his former partners, but maybe because he and Gabriel had been friends first, it was different. Bobby had never had that before.
He squeezed a bit tighter on Gabriel’s neck and snapped his hips harder.
That was enough for Gabriel to cry out his release, as his cum splattered over his chest and hit his chin again.
The man was five years older than Bobby and had one hell of a spurt on him.
Bobby fucked Gabriel through his orgasm, feeling him tighten around his cock.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he was getting close as Gabriel called out his name. He looked at him.
“Cum on my face.”
He wasn’t saying no to that. He pulled out and snapped the condom off before gripping his cock and moving up the bed.
It only took a few strokes before he was painting Gabriel’s face.
His body shuddered as his orgasm rippled through him, and just when he thought he was done, he felt the wet warmth of Gabriel’s mouth around his cock.
The head was sensitive, and it made his body shudder even more.
“Fuck, you’re so good at that.”
Gabriel released his cock with a smile. There was something primal about seeing someone covered in your cum, or should that be seed? No, definitely cum. Seed was for the inside voice.
“Don’t say you’ve had a lot of practice to wind me up,” Bobby added.
Gabriel seemed to be amused by Bobby’s possessiveness, so played on it.
Bobby didn’t mind, and he knew in this moment that he wasn’t falling for Gabriel, he was already there.
He had this overwhelming urge to tell him, but he didn’t want to risk fucking things up.
Today was a big day, which would be difficult for Gabriel, and Bobby needed to support him, not risk adding to his stress.
“Let me get a flannel,” he said, getting up. It would give him a moment to collect himself.
Could he feel this way after only two weeks?
He’d been thinking about Gabriel differently before they first kissed, and even before that, he’d admired him and wanted the man in his life.
Was this a natural progression, or was he getting carried away like he always did?
He’d told Alex he loved her within a month, which had freaked her out a bit.
It would be best if he kept it to himself for now.
They needed to focus on what was going to be a tough day for everyone.
He wasn’t sure how things would play out, but he’d be by Gabriel’s side to support him.
“How are you feeling?” asked Bobby, as they approached the front door of Gabriel’s parents’ house.
“Shitting myself. This could be a disaster.”
“Your mum and dad are on your side, aren’t they?”
Gabriel nodded. He’d spoken to his father during the week, and he’d apologised as well. However, it was what Daniel’s guy had uncovered from the private investigation into Dillon which was why they were here.
“I just don’t want to lose my sister.”
Bobby couldn’t reassure him that wouldn’t happen as he didn’t know how Alex was going to react.
Gabriel took a deep breath and took hold of Bobby’s hand.
He smiled, loving how he wasn’t shying away from saying they were together to his parents.
They had a bit of time before Alex and Dillon arrived, and this would be the first time Bobby had seen Mr and Mrs Mensah since before his stag do in Vegas.
That felt like a lifetime ago, and it hadn’t even been three months.
The door was unlocked, so Gabriel walked straight in, still holding Bobby’s hand.
The smell of cooking made his mouth water.
Mrs M was a brilliant cook, and he could see where Gabriel had gotten it from.
Bobby should make more effort, but Gabriel seemed to enjoy doing it, even if he moaned about having to do everything. Bobby had ways of making it up to him.
“Mum, Dad, we’re here.”
They walked into the kitchen-diner. His mum was busy in the kitchen, and his dad was reading the paper, as Bobby had seen him do many a Sunday over the past two years.
This time he was here as their son’s partner, not their daughter’s, which had to be weird for them, so he was prepared for that.
Gabriel was not letting go of his hand, though, so Bobby would take his lead.
Mrs M, which is how Bobby always referred to her, rushed over, clocked their hands, and pulled Gabriel into a hug. She seemed to hesitate for a second before she hugged Bobby as well, which he was happy to accept. Mr M hugged his son and shook Bobby’s hand, which had always been their dynamic.
“Let’s talk strategy before they arrive, shall we?” said Mr M.
Gabriel chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use the word ‘strategy’ in my entire life.”
They all laughed, which broke the tension a bit.
The atmosphere still felt awkward, but that was to be expected.
This would not be a pleasant experience for anyone, but they were all aligned on the priority for today, which was for Alex to see Dillon as he really was, and for it to be her decision to walk away from him.
After over an hour of talking, which included several cups of tea, the front door opened and in walked Alex, followed by Dillon.
It was the first time Bobby had seen him in weeks, and he had an overwhelming urge to punch him in the face for what he’d said to Gabriel, but that wasn’t in line with Mr M’s strategy.
“What are they doing here?” asked Alex.
“I invited your brother and his new partner for Sunday dinner, just like I did with you and your new partner,” said Mrs M.
Bobby didn’t miss the emphasis on the word “new” regarding Dillon, but Alex seemed to have missed it.
“Yeah, but he was my fiancé before Gabriel stole him.”
Gabriel gripped Bobby’s hand under the table. Things were already getting heated, and they hadn’t even sat down yet.
“Well, you’re happy with Dillon now, aren’t you? So it all worked out, didn’t it?” said Mrs M, with an innocent look on her face.
Mr M was reading his newspaper, or making it look like he was.
He hadn’t gotten up to greet Alex and Dillon the way he had with Gabriel and Bobby.
That had to mean something, didn’t it? Bobby wasn’t sure if they were just tolerating him being here, given what he had on Dillon, but maybe they would be accepting of him and Gabriel as a couple.
He hoped they were, as Bobby wasn’t going anywhere.
“Can I get either of you a drink?”
“Beer, please,” said Dillon.
“I’ll just have water,” said Alex.