Chapter Fourteen

 

Gabe

 

The clang of a metal spoon hits against the pot, then the front of the oven, and lastly on the tiles on the floor downstairs. As Evan rumbles a loud ‘son of a bitch’ that pings vibrations through the walls. All I can do is laugh at him. Guess he’s back in the kitchen, his favorite room in the house it seems.

I wedge myself up against the backboard and take a sip of the watered down orange juice he brought up earlier and grab the pill bottles.

Footsteps stomp up the stairs. He walks using mainly the back of his heels which makes him impossible to miss. He appears in the doorway, not leaving much room on either side with his size.

“Kitchen issues?” I ask.

“Yeah, something like that. Spoon was hot. Did I wake you?”

“No, I was up, trying to figure out what they put in these things.” I rattle the pill bottles at him, then set them down. “I feel amazing, completely cured. My energy is back, no hacking, nothing.”

“Good deal.” He plops down on the bed next to me. “Don’t think this means you’re missing your doctor’s appointment tomorrow though, because you’re still going, Mister.”

“But…why? I mean I’m okay, babe. You cured me like a miracle worker.” I jerk him sideways, his head landing in my lap and run my fingers through his hair.

“I highly doubt one omelet and the smell of soup made you all better, just like that.” He extends one arm, and pats me on the cheek.

I quickly grab it and kiss it, drawing one finger inside, twirling my tongue around it. Evan pulls it out just a little, but I slurp it back in like a wet spaghetti noodle. His eyes flutter almost closed, then he turns to his side to watch, glossing his wet tongue over his lips.

“I can prove it.” Seems every bit of me is in perfect working order right now and it’s about time. He rolls his cheek against my hard-on that is forming under my robe. I guess I should get dressed at some point today, but now isn’t the time.

With his free hand, he clasps and pulls on my robe to separate where it’s tied in the middle and spreads it apart. He brushes his mouth against my cock and just the breath from him sends me into chills and I guide his head to my throbbing tip.

Evan opens his mouth, covering the head, then licks down my shaft.

Oh fuck yeah.

“Fuck yesss… your mouth and tongue feel so good.” I thrust up a little, trying to regain a little self-control, then reach down between his legs to see how hard he is.

Pushing against him, he pumps up into my hand, and with my fingers on the outside of his jogging pants, I squeeze his dick, running up and down the length of his shaft. He shimmies his hips from one side to the other.

So perfectly in tune.

“Mmmm…reach inside, skin to skin,” Evan begs me.

I slip my hand in his pants, slightly edging them down with the back of my hand, as he squirms to each side trying to help me. As I finally reach him, his mouth swallows me and I jack up and down him harder and harder, faster and faster.

The sultry look in his eyes is eating me alive. Watching the way his tongue wraps around me and the saliva coming from his mouth makes my cock so slick. When the head of my dick hits the back of his throat, I almost lose it on the spot.

“Oh God…fuck yes.”

I snake my hands down further to his ass cheeks, palming them then tease my finger along his crack, loving the way he squirms and moans for me.

“Evan, holy shit, come here now.” I practically lift him off the bed and bring him across my lap, so he’s straddling me now. My hands slide down his spine, trailing over the deep muscles in his back and slip around his ass. He leans down, burying his tongue inside my mouth as I rock his hips forward, allowing our cocks to brush against each other several times.

Reaching around to the front, I take both of us in my hand and begin stroking us together, tighter and tighter.

“God…oh shit, Gabe. Holy …” He buries himself in my mouth again growling as I swallow the sounds down my throat.

Furiously and hard, I continue, but want nothing more than to be inside of him.

“Can I fuck you again?” I ask.

He mumbles, “Please do.”

I reach into the side drawer for the lube and a condom. I lube my finger up for him and slither it up and down his crack, before circling his entrance. Slightly, I enter a finger, letting him adjust little by little, then slip all the way in, and finger him, in and out, slow and faster, before entering a second one. I do the same with it, as he raises his hips off my lap and lowers himself against me. His eyes close and he pants shallow breaths. Spreading my fingers, I scissor him, widening him little by little and he rides my fingers even harder. Up and down, he pushes down harder each time he drops, then raises back up again to the tip of my finger and plunges down even harder against my hand.

“Get inside of me, baby, please do it now. Fuckkk….this is so good and I need to feel you again,” he begs.

I slide the condom out of the wrapper, and cover myself with it, then squirt the cool lube on it. Evan helps me massage it in, then lines himself up over me. Ready to go.

As he lowers, I let him adjust. I want to pump into him so hard right now, but I hold the base of my cock still for him, until he’s ready. He bites into his bottom lip, tossing his head back as he lowers, and I slip past the first band of muscles inside of him. I reach up, wrapping my free hand at his neck, so I can see every inch of his face and those incredibly sexy expressions he gives. The way his eyes roll back, then flutter, the way he glosses his tongue across his top lip, yet bites into the bottom one. So fucking hott. As he lowers further, he blows out quick and short bursts of air, cracking his head from one side to the other, his eyes fighting to stay open and focus.

When I’m finally in and he feels his nuts brush across me, he jerks his eyes open, and falls forward to me, devouring me. “Gabe, oh fuck yeah…good God…so damn good.” He bounces up and down on me like he’s gone buck wild and I love it.

I shove up into him, then slip out and thrust in harder eating up those growls he makes.

“Oooh, yeah, right there, don’t stop, harder. I’m about to come all ready.”

“Me too, listening to you. Shit, Evan…” I go faster and faster, pumping harder, grinding rougher, and his body tenses up and chills break out over him.

I take him by the hips and help him slam down onto me as hard as he can.

“I’m…I’m coming now….Oh goddddddddddddddd, fuckenhell. Yessss, Gabe,” he roars.

“There you go, me too. Oh baby, hell yes, I can’t stop now. Oh shit, shit yeah…” I explode as his muscles clench and tighten around my cock, and fill him completely.

His body shivers, as does mine, as we hold on to each other not ever wanting to let go, then collapse against one another.

“Hot damn, that was smoking,” I say between breaths.

“That’s putting it mildly, I missed that so much. Now let me grab a rag and clean us up, then go make sure I didn’t burn the food.”

 We both wash up and head down to the kitchen. As the smell waivers through the air, both of our stomach’s go off in a growling contest. It’s like they’re having a conversation amongst themselves.

“Have any idea what that’s about?” I ask Evan.

“Not a clue, you?” He laughs.

“Yeah, my stomach is telling yours that it should come around here a lot more often, maybe come a couple times a week and just crash out with me. You know, just so I don’t starve to death or anything. I hear it’s a horrible way to die.”

“Here, then eat until your belly is content.” He pushes a bowl of soup in front of me, again with Tabasco sauce and a slice of sweet cornbread.

After practically inhaling it, dishes and all, I lean back.

“So back to that question you asked me.”

“Which one?” Evan shoves his empty bowl away.

“About why I trusted you to share that secret part of me about my life.” I pause. “Well, because I knew it too. I’m drawn to you and you’re right, we’ve got something deeper and connect even when we didn’t know it was happening. I knew the first time I laid eyes on you that there was something special about you…and that hasn’t changed.” I reach for his hand and kiss the back side of it.

“Thank you. How about dessert?” he asks, leaving out the billion and a half questions or comments I expected to hear next. “Do you like cherries?”

“Love them.”

Evan scurries over to the fridge and pulls out the whip cream and a bowl of cherries with the stems still attached.

“And here I was thinking you were just attracted to my hottness.”

“Oh I am, believe that, why do you think I want you around here more often, if you’re willing to go there on such short notice.”

“Wait, hang on, you told me it’s so you don’t starve to death. Are you sure that’s not a script for Viagra or something?” Evan laughs.

“You never know with me, Evan, I am a little twisted like that. You’re just the cherry on top. I knew one day I’d figure out why I named my shop the Twisted Cherry. It’s starting to make all the sense in the world now.”