Gabe’s senses exploded in an overload of need and twinkling bright lights, his head dizzy, his body aching for more. Nate had him pinned up against the fridge with his strong body, his hands gripping the top of the appliance on either side of Gabe’s head while Gabe held on to Nate’s waist for dear life.
Nate deepened the kiss, and Gabe submitted, the desire to feel taken by Nate stronger than his need to breathe. He moved his hands around to Nate’s ass, pulling him even closer. Their erections were pressing against each other, and he could feel the friction down to his toes. Needing to feel more, he slid his hands up Nate’s back under his shirt, pushing the material up as he went.
Nate broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head, quickly followed by Gabe’s. The bare skin of their chests came together as Nate once again assaulted Gabe’s mouth in a fury of tongue and lips. He pulled them both away from the fridge and maneuvered Gabe’s body around the door frame and into the hall. Gabe went willingly, letting his body be pushed backward and through another doorway. Realization that he’d go anywhere with this man struck him hard, made him lose his footing for a second. But Nate was there, arms wrapped around him so tight that falling wasn’t an option.
Euphoria enveloped him at the feel of Nate’s bed behind his knees. They both kicked off their shoes, and he welcomed Nate’s strong body on top of his own as he was pushed down. Nate settled between his legs and immediately began thrusting his hips, grinding their cocks together as he held Gabe’s hands above his head on the mattress. Gabe imagined this was what it felt like to be truly owned, to be overpowered. He was in heaven.
Nate tore away from Gabe’s mouth, moving his lips to Gabe’s neck, kissing his way down. The scrape of Nate’s close-cut beard was an amazing sensation against Gabe’s smooth skin. Nate stopped when he got to the indentation between Gabe’s neck and collarbone and began sucking…hard. Oh God, he was marking him, and the thought sent thrilling waves through Gabe’s entire body. He was shocked he didn’t come just from that. He wanted to be marked by this man; wanted to be his so badly his whole body ached.
Nate released Gabe’s skin and moved his face so they could look at each other. Both men panting, eyes locked with an intensity Gabe had never experienced before. Until, finally, Nate said in a husky voice, “If we do this, if you want me inside of you right now, you better understand that I’m the only one that’ll be there. I don’t share”—Nate cupped Gabe through his jeans and squeezed—“ever.”
Gabe whimpered, he actually fucking whimpered, wanting more and unable to think straight. He tried to focus on Nate’s words, on his face, but his brain was clouding with the feeling of Nate’s strong hand between his legs.
“You hear me, Gabe?” Nate asked in a voice raspy and deep. Nate squeezed harder and began rubbing Gabe over his jeans.
“God, yes,” Gabe groaned, pushing up into Nate’s hand. He fought to regain some control, finding his fucking brain buried in that fog of desire Nate had so quickly formed. “What makes you think I want anyone else? I’ve been after your fine ass for months. Now, will you quit the small talk and fuck me already?”
Vulnerability replaced confidence on Nate’s face, concern veiling desire. He reached up and loosely held both of Gabe’s wrists again, his voice softening as he said, “I’m serious Gabe. I can’t―I can’t do this unless it’s just you and me in this together for however long it lasts.”
Gabe wriggled his wrists from Nate’s grasp and reached up, placing his hands on Nate’s face. He lifted his legs, wrapping them around Nate’s waist tightly, crossing his feet at his ankles. “Just you and me. But you need to trust that when I say it’s just you and me then that’s exactly what this is, or it will never work anyway.” Gabe struggled between being offended and trying to remind himself that Nate had been hurt badly before. This wasn’t really about Gabe, but about Nate’s insecurities. All he could do was prove he was in this whole-heartedly for, as Nate had said, however long it lasts. Gabe didn’t want to think about it ending before it even began. How many days and nights had Gabe envisioned this man positioned above him exactly like this? He practically held his breath, waiting for some kind of response from Nate.
Nate sighed, leaning his forehead on Gabe’s, and Gabe could feel as he nodded his head in agreement. It was Gabe who initiated the kiss this time, slow and gentle, gradually building back into that heated frenzy of only moments before. He wrapped his arms around Nate’s neck, and using both his arms and legs, pulled Nate down on top of him. This is what he needed: to feel Nate’s strong body pressing his slightly smaller frame into the mattress.
Nate dragged his lips down Gabe’s chin, kissing his way down to Gabe’s Adam’s apple. He gently sucked on it before continuing on his path, licking his way to Gabe’s nipple. As his mouth closed around the sensitive peak, chills traveled over Gabe’s skin, his breath catching. The reality of Nate’s mouth on him steamrolled over every fantasy he’d ever had about the man. Gabe grabbed onto Nate’s dark blond locks as Nate did wicked things to his nipples with his tongue and teeth.
He gave himself over to the sensations, letting Nate have his way with his body. Nate’s mouth released his nipple, both of them now throbbing and swollen. He trailed his mouth down, making his descent, kissing Gabe’s stomach. He was gentle, and a little hesitant, as he moved even further down to the waistband of Gabe’s jeans. Gabe placed his hands onto Nate’s forearms as Nate slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the denim. The intensity in Nate’s eyes as he locked them with Gabe’s, while he leaned down to lick at his navy blue briefs, was overwhelming. When was the last time…?
No, there had never been a moment like this before in his life. The sensuality of it, the pure raw need in Nate’s searching eyes, made his heart beat faster.
Nate held eye contact as he pushed himself up and sat back on his heels, pulling the denim and briefs down. Gabe’s hard cock was already leaking and ready against his stomach. He lifted each leg as Nate pulled his pants and briefs completely off followed by his socks. Nate didn’t even bother to remove his own, settling back in between Gabe’s legs.
“Bear with me. I might be a little rusty,” Nate whispered, his cheeks flushing the most adorable pink. He didn’t falter though, licking a long line up Gabe’s shaft, before lifting it up and engulfing the head.
“Oh my God…finally,” Gabe said on a sigh, arching his back at the feel of this sexy man’s mouth finally on his begging cock. “You feel so good.”
Nate moved his head up and down over Gabe’s cock, his tongue massaging the underside. He sucked on the way up, swirling his tongue around the head then took Gabe back into his hot mouth. His right hand wrapped around the base of Gabe’s erection, jacking him while he continued to suck. Just as Gabe was getting lost in the delicious rhythm of Nate’s hand and mouth, the movement stopped. Nate released his cock and lowered his mouth, sucking on one of Gabe’s balls, then the other. Gabe was pumping his hips, his body trembling with each lick of Nate’s tongue, each gentle suck. He needed Nate to experience the same, craving him in his mouth.
Gabe pulled on Nate’s arms to bring his body back up, claiming his mouth as Gabe flipped them over. “My turn,” he whispered.
“Let’s see what you got, pretty boy,” Nate teased.
“Gonna be hard to see once I make your eyes roll back in your head,” Gabe said with a leer and slid his body down, wasting no time undoing Nate’s pants and yanking them down. Within seconds, Nate was completely naked and entirely Gabe’s for the taking. And take him he did—
All the way to the back of his throat.
“Motherfucker,” Nate shouted, lifting his torso off the bed and grabbing onto Gabe’s hair.
Stars. Nate was seeing fucking stars while his cock repeatedly hit the back of Gabe’s throat, his vision blurred when Gabe swallowed around the head of his cock. Holy shit, the guy was devouring him; he’d never felt anything like it. He was trying not to thrust into Gabe’s mouth, but damned if he could control his hips.
Gabe pulled off his dick with a pop and said through heavy breathing, “Go ahead. Fuck my mouth, Nate. I want you to.”
“Jesus, Gabe.”
Gabe didn’t respond, just took his shaft back in deep, opening his mouth, and let Nate take control. Nate clutched Gabe’s dark hair again and pumped his hips, thrusting up into that hot haven. He watched his cock going in and out until he felt his balls start to seize and knew if he didn’t pull out now, he’d shoot his load.
Yanking Gabe’s head up, Nate grabbed the base of his own cock, trying to hold back his release. Gabe groaned and licked his lips, like he was upset about the loss of Nate in his mouth. Nate pulled Gabe up until their bodies were flush and their cocks slid together. Both men inhaled deeply, the feeling of their hard shafts pressed together and moving over each other was so incredible.
God, it had been too long since Nate felt another man’s hot skin against his own. “Are you going to let me inside you Gabe?” Nate’s question was said between panting breaths, his hands squeezing Gabe’s ass as he pushed Gabe forward and back against his cock.
“Are you kidding?” Gabe gasped and closed his eyes, his body sliding with Nate’s. “With pleasure,” he said on a sigh. Gabe stopped the movement, reached around and pressed Nate’s hands down harder onto his ass. “Lucky for you, this ass was made for fucking.”
Nate paled then immediately felt his face burn red. “Shit.” Nate pulled his hands out from under Gabe’s and shook his head. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Gabe looked down at him. “What’s wrong?” There was concern in his eyes, and Nate absolutely hated that he’d put it there. Way to kill a fucking moment.
Nate couldn’t meet Gabe’s eyes anymore and shifted his gaze to the side. “It’s…uh…it’s been a really long time, and I wasn’t expecting this. I’m not prepared for…” Nate could feel his face heat up even more with embarrassment. He darted his eyes back to look at Gabe then quickly looked away again.
Gabe leaned down and kissed him before pushing himself up to straddle Nate’s hips. He reached over for his jeans near the end of the bed and pulled out packets of lube and condoms, tossing them next to Nate. “Also lucky for you, I came prepared.”
Relief coursed throughout Nate, wanting this more than he thought possible. “A little presumptuous, don’t you think?” Nate narrowed his eyes and laughed, trying to lighten the mood again.
“Oh no,” Gabe said, shaking his head, “not at all. More like…fingers-crossed-hopeful.” Gabe crossed his fingers, a cheesy grin on his face then yelped as Nate yanked him back down to kiss him.
Nate rolled Gabe to his back on the bed, while he took a packet of lube and opened it. He looked back up, watching Gabe stroke himself, his knees bent, legs unabashedly spread wide, waiting for Nate to make the next move. God, he looked so damned sexy, his simple smile and half-lidded stare made Nate’s mouth run dry. Nate moved to Gabe’s side and cupped Gabe’s balls, his fingers pointing down, brushing over Gabe’s hole while Gabe continued to stroke himself. Nate kissed and licked Gabe’s neck, his earlobe, his shoulder, still circling Gabe’s opening with his finger.
Gabe’s breath hitched when Nate pressed into him slowly. He started rocking his hips against Nate’s thrusting finger. Gabe’s body gripped him so tight, sending a shiver down his spine in anticipation of getting his cock inside that heat. By the time Nate had worked his way up to three fingers, Gabe was begging for more.
“Please, Nate.” Gabe let go of his erection and gently pushed Nate’s hand away. He turned so he was up on his knees facing the headboard and pushed his ass out. “Fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.”
Nate tore open the condom and rolled it down his hard shaft. Positioning himself behind Gabe, he spread his knees until his pelvis was low enough to push his cock up against Gabe’s hole. Nate was moving carefully, but Gabe was having none of that. Forcing his hips back, he took Nate completely in with a pop past his ring of muscle then sighed in relief. The feeling of Gabe’s hot tunnel squeezing him was almost too much for Nate to bear. He had to close his eyes and take a deep breath before he totally lost it. Oh God, it had been so long for him. So many years since he’d felt his cock inside another man.
It didn’t take long for Nate’s brain to catch up with his body as he began thrusting. Nate leaned his hands back on the bed behind him, pumping his hips up to meet Gabe’s moving ass. It felt so good, so fucking good, and he hung his head back, clenching his eyes closed, and focused on the feeling of Gabe’s body stroking him. Gabe was pushing against the headboard, fucking back onto Nate, his breathing as labored as Nate’s.
Nate needed more contact. He lifted his body forward so he could hold onto Gabe from behind. He wrapped his arms around him, one across his chest and the other across his waist. Their bodies were slick and burning hot, pressed against each other. Nate growled, pushing his face into the crook of Gabe’s neck and licked a line up from the bottom of his neck to the back of his ear, tasting the salt of his skin. Gabe reached back, gripping the back of Nate’s head and used the other hand to squeeze Nate’s thigh.
Nate knew he couldn’t last much longer, his body was begging for release. Letting go of Gabe’s waist, he wrapped his hand around Gabe’s cock, wanting them to release as close together as possible.
“I’m close, Gabe. Can’t hold on much longer.” Nate squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold on.
“Me too,” Gabe said. “I’m right there with you.”
That’s all Nate needed to hear. On a long, drawn out groan, Nate thrust and then froze inside Gabe, pulsing. Gabe cursed then shot into Nate’s hand, his body milking Nate’s already releasing cock. Pulling partially back out, he thrust forward again, and cried out. “Oh shit”—Nate’s body twitched—“shit”—and he released the last of his load.
They stayed there for a minute, Nate’s head resting between Gabe’s shoulder blades, both of them trying to catch their breath. Nate slowly slid out of Gabe and fell boneless onto the bed, followed by Gabe at his side. Gabe was laying on his stomach, facing away from Nate and his body was shaking. Nate finally realized he was laughing. Oh shit, was it that bad?
“Rusty, huh?” Gabe laughed into the pillow then turned his head so his cheek was resting on it and looked at Nate. “I can’t wait to find out what you’re like when you’ve warmed up. That was amazing.”
Relief washed over Nate, and he couldn’t hold back the laughter either. “You’re right. You’ve got one fantastic mouth on you, pretty boy.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
Gabe didn’t know how he’d gotten here, didn’t want to question it. All he knew was he had his head on Nate’s bare chest, their bodies sated from the most mind-blowing sex he’d ever had, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face. Nate’s hand lazily brushed up and down his back while lying there in the most peaceful silence.
Gabe drifted in and out of a dreamy consciousness, listening to Nate’s heartbeat. He could feel Nate take a deep breath, like he was going to say something, but didn’t. Gabe lifted his head to look at Nate’s face. “What is it?” Gabe asked.
Nate glanced down at him, still looking unsure, before asking, “What did you do? I mean, what did you do when your father paid Charlie to leave?”
To say Gabe was caught off guard was an understatement. “What on earth made you think of that?”
Nate flinched, his face becoming somewhat shy and flushed. “I’m sorry. I guess my mind just started to wander over how my life has changed so much in the past five years. I couldn’t have gotten through any of it without my parents, and it doesn’t sound like you have that.”
Gabe sighed and put his head back down. “You’re right, I don’t.”
There was a moment that Nate was silent and then asked, “So what did you do?”
Gabe huffed out a soft laugh. “What any furious, rebellious and extremely hurt son would do.” He paused and then added, “Well, maybe not what any son would do…”
“And that was?”
Gabe closed his eyes, feeling that shame again for the way he’d lived his life for the past decade. He wouldn’t deny who he was, though. This thing with Nate, whatever it was, wouldn’t work if he wasn’t honest about himself. “I fucked some of his closest friends.” Gabe held his breath, not knowing how that one was going to go over.
Nate’s hand stopped its gentle motion on Gabe’s back as he pulled back from Gabe so he could look at him. Thank God there was humor in his eyes. “Seriously?”
“Not the proudest moments of my life, but then, I wasn’t proud of the agreement I made with my father either.” Gabe rolled onto his back, looking away from Nate and ran a hand through his hair, holding the strands tightly.
“What did you agree to?”
Gabe closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. His heart was pounding, possibly harder than it ever had. It was one thing to be that person, to live your life as if you didn’t give a fuck, and to act out purely out of spite and anger. It was, however, something else entirely when you had to admit to someone—someone you were growing more and more attached to every day—that you accepted being controlled, that you allowed your life to be regulated by a contract as if you were nothing more than a business deal.
“Gabe, you don’t have to tell me,” Nate whispered.
Hearing that was exactly why Gabe decided he should. “My father didn’t want to hear about, see, or even think about me being with another man.” Gabe paused before deciding to let it all out there. “I am never to mention my sexual preferences, and most definitely never, ever to mention marriage to another man ever again. If I don’t follow his rules, and hide my sexual preferences from anyone he associates with, he’ll cut me off.”
“But I thought you fucked his friends?” Nate asked in confusion.
Gabe turned his head toward Nate and replied, “That’s where the thrill came from—getting one over on my father. They had their own reasons for keeping my little secret.” Gabe closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “So you see…Charlie wasn’t the only one who sold his soul to the devil.”
Nate was quiet again, and the silence was deafening, until he finally whispered, “What would your father think about you being here with me?”
Gabe sat up and swung his feet off the side of the bed, gripping the edge of the mattress. “I doubt he’d care what I’m doing,” he said then looked back at Nate, “or whom, here in Small Town, America. It doesn’t affect his life in the slightest.”
“Shit, I’m sorry, Gabe. I didn’t mean to bring down the mood.” Nate tugged his arm and pulled Gabe down to his side again. “Come here.”
“You didn’t. I don’t mind answering questions about my life. It’s just…” Gabe hesitated, not knowing what to say.
“It’s just what?”
“I don’t want you to think less of me. For the first time in my life, I actually care about someone’s opinion of me.” Gabe tilted his head up and met Nate’s eyes. “Yours.”
Nate place a finger under Gabe’s chin, keeping their eyes locked. “I think you’re an incredible man who’s been dealt a shitty hand and a shitty family. I feel guilty for judging you the way I did.”
Gabe smiled up at the man who had come to mean so much to him in such a short amount of time. “You weren’t entirely wrong. I am a spoiled-rotten playboy…or at least, I was. Now I’m just a spoiled-rotten man who is absolutely crazy about you.”
“Why me?” Nate asked softly.
“Because for the first time, with you, I’ve seen how family is supposed to be, how love is supposed to be. You give me hope that I could have that one day. Maybe even with you.”
“Gabe…” There was fear in Nate’s eyes. Gabe knew he was overwhelming him with too much, too soon.
“Shhh,” he said, placing a finger on Nate’s lips. “Enough for now. I haven’t nearly had my fill of you, and the night is young.” Gabe rolled over onto Nate’s body, his legs on either side of the man beneath him. He palmed the back of Nate’s head with one hand while stroking his cheek with the other. Then he kissed him deeply, clearing away the tension in the air and replacing it with heated desire as they started all over again.