“You’re mine,” he panted into Blake’s ear.
Blake nodded. “Y—Yeah.” his tongue felt heavy.
It was what Gabriel wanted to hear. He stroked him harder. It was rough. Messy. Cramped. Not at all like the last time they had spread out on the porch of that old Victorian, or when they’d explored each other in the dark of their room in the Potomac View Motel.
But it fit. Here. In this museum of haunted vehicles, with a dog-eared novel beside them and the fire choking on wet wood.
It was what they could have, when they could have it. A quick burst of ecstasy to remind themselves of what they were fighting for. That freedom and the desire to do what was right were just ideas. But this? This was tangible. This was real. This was them.
Blake felt his orgasm coming. It was building like a wave, starting slow and deep in his toes. Churning as it rose. Frothing and wild as it crested. He bit Gabriel’s collarbone to muffle his cry, body bucking around Gabriel’s hold.
Gabriel stroked him through it, twisting over the sensitive head of his cock, teasing every drop out of him without shame. He’d caught most of Blake’s cum, but he was still wet, pubes sticky in his boxers.
His body was static, occasionally twitching with aftershocks as Gabriel pulled his hand out and wiped it on his jacket. It was hot under the blanket, but neither of them moved. Gabriel’s hold had gone lax, less like a pin and more like a hug. He was stroking the soft skin of Blake’s stomach where his shirt and jacket had rucked up.
“There’s three of us under this blanket,” Blake said. The post-orgasm slur took the edge off his comment.
Gabriel huffed, nosing against the bruises on Blake’s jaw. “Careful. I might get possessive again.”
“Oh no,” Blake turned his face to Gabriel, stealing a soft kiss. “That was terrible.”
“Am I going to have to fuck the sarcasm out of you?”
“Yes. Often.” Blake couldn’t help but smile lazily. “I’m afraid it’s a chronic condition.”
Gabriel’s dark eyes glittered, and he pulled them both up. Blake’s legs were jelly, and he collapsed against Gabriel. He caught him easily, hands around his waist. He’d never considered himself a small man, but in Gabriel’s arms, he was no more than a bag of groceries.
Hefted up by his thighs, Gabriel carried him to the back of the big truck. The tailgate was down, and he tossed Blake into the bed. The wooden slats dug into his back.
The truck didn’t even shift as Gabriel stepped up, one boot planted by Blake’s hip. He loomed over him, shadows catching in the valleys of his handsome face.
“You know what we do to mouthy recruits?” he asked, his voice like a sensation itself, dragging over him like velvet over well-polished wood.
Blake’s mouth was dry.
He grabbed Blake’s jaw, pressing into the hinge of his mouth until he had to open wide.
“We occupy their mouths.”
If you told fifteen-year-old Gabriel that one day he’d be in the back of an M35 cargo truck about to fuck the hottest man he’d ever seen, he probably would have lost consciousness from the force of his nosebleed.
But here he was, Blake looking up at him with eyes drenched in desire and a swollen mouth, bruises on his jaw, and Gabriel’s scent all over him. His legs were wide; hands splayed behind him as he turned pliant under his touch. Only his.
No one had ever seen Blake like this. No one deserved to, especially not Gabriel. But it was his sinner’s hands that knew every inch of his body. His guilty lips that had brought him pleasure he didn’t know existed. And it wasGabrielbeing cried out. Whispered. Sighed. Begged.
With his knee, he pushed Blake further into the truck. The sides were wooden boards, hardly private. Not what Blake deserved, but he couldn’t think. Not when Blake was looking at him in a way he hadn’t in so long. Maybe ever. With his guard down, thoughts quiet, and body ready.
There was a single bench seat suspended by chains, running the length of the truck bed. The locks had long since rusted, leaving the bench open for him. Gabriel released Blake, falling back into the bench, letting his knees fall open.
His zipper was loud when he jerked it down. Intrusive. But it set Blake off like a starting pistol, and he scrambled forward, hands resting on Gabriel’s knees as he stared at the imprint of Gabriel’s erection.
Gabriel’s fingers rubbed through Blake’s sweaty curls. They fell around his temples, tickling the tips of his ears. A persistentringlet caught his attention, and he pulled it taut just to watch it spring back into shape.
They’d never done this before. Not like this. They’d put their mouths on every inch of each other, but not with this heat, this tension fizzling between them. Previously, it had been slow, soft, loving. Instructive—GabrielshowingBlake all the ways he could make him cum. But this?
This wasneed.
Blake licked his lips and slid closer. Gabriel shuddered when he pulled his length free. Blake’s breath chased the chill away from his cock as a pearl of cum beaded at the tip. He was so achingly hard he was twitching.