“Eyes on me,” Gabriel rasped.
Blake’s green eyes were dark. The lights caught his irises through the slats in the wood. His cheeks were raw from the wind and from Gabriel’s beard. He shifted so his leaking tip could slide along his cheeks, tracing the purpling bruises from his mouth. Pre-cum painted his hickies, a bead sliding down his throat to pool in the angles of his collarbone.
Holding Gabriel’s gaze, Blake opened his mouth. He gasped when Gabriel’s tip pressed against his plush lower lip, smearing slick until he’d coated his lips like gloss. Blake trembled, his fingers digging into Gabriel’s knees when he finally flicked his tongue out, kitten licking the swollen head of his erection.
Blake’s eyes fluttered at the taste, inching forward so he could tongue the ridge of Gabriel’s glans, flicking the tip of his tongue up and into the slit.
“Eyes,” Gabriel choked, biting down on his cheek to keep from thrusting forward.
Biting back a whimper, Blake opened his eyes before ducking to lick up Gabriel’s shaft, mapping out the thick, sensitive vein. He hissed, thighs clenching to keep his ass down. Blake licked up Gabriel’s cock like he was drunk. Saliva pooled in the corner ofhis mouth, lips smearing as he pressed the shaft between them. Those soft, pouty pink lips that Gabriel had always been drawn to. The color of a ripe peach. How could words so sharp come from pillows like that?
Now they were swollen, wet, and shiny, mouthing at him like they had a mind of their own. He could see the tip of Blake’s erection, hard again, peeking out from his waistband. The head was purple. Gabriel shifted his leg so that it was pressed up against Blake’s crotch.
He whined, stiffening, like he didn’t know whether he wanted to press into the pleasure or back away from the over sensitivity.
Blake trembled when he finally took Gabriel into his mouth. It was warm. An intense contrast from the cold air. Gabriel couldn’t help but buck his hips, pressing deeper than he meant to. Blake gagged, throat working as the heavy erection pressed his tongue down and tickled the back of his throat.
In the dim light, Gabriel could see Blake’s eyes were wet as he tongued at the base of his dick, cheeks hallowing with suction. He inched his boot closer, pressing right on Blake’s erection. The medic rose up on his knees, hands shaking where he steadied himself on Gabriel’s legs. He shook his head a little when Gabriel kept rubbing his bulge.
“You didn’t mind cumming in your pants before,” he teased, rolling his ankle.
Blake jerked up to his knees, pulling off Gabriel’s cock with a soft pop. His eyes were glazed, lips parted. “I can’t,” he moaned. “Too sensitive.”
Gabriel felt something beastly rise up in him. Something choking and possessive. The same thing that took over the moment Blake taunted him with another man. The thing that demanded Gabriel leave marks all over Blake’s skin and wrap his arm around him when someone else was looking.
“Oh, yes, you can,” Gabriel assured him, fingers digging into his hair to pull him back onto his shaft. “You can come with my cock in your mouth.”
Blake shivered but took his head again, eyes threatening to close. He snapped them open, looking back up at Gabriel. He loosened his grip on his hair. He thrust twice before Blake took over. The angle was difficult; his neck strained. But Gabriel practically purred when he saw the bulge in his throat.
“You’ll come as many times as I want, sweet boy.” He toed the head of Blake’s cock, pressing his boot in just enough so Blake could hump it. “Because only I can make you cum when you think you can’t. When you’re shivering with oversensitivity, when you think pleasure is really pain, I can make you cum. Only me.”
Blake nodded, eyes watering. He relaxed his jaw, tongue swirling around Gabriel’s shaft as he humped his leg, chasing pleasure from both ends.
His scrabbled, blunt nails hissing across the thickened fabric around Gabriel’s knees. He was whimpering—muffled, wet little sounds that made Gabriel’s balls draw up and his fingers press into the back of Blake’s head, guiding him with more force than he’d ever used before.
Gabriel’s cock twitched, and he thrust deep, pressing Blake down until his breath tickled his skin and the zipper bit into his chin. Blake was making soft littleuh uh uhsounds, eyes rolling back as his throat spasmed around Gabriel’s dick. He came with a keen, his entire body jumping like a live wire. Wet heat splashed onto Gabriel’s pants.
It sent Gabriel over the edge. He gasped, curling over Blake as he finally came. The orgasm felt like it was pulling galaxies through a straw. Stars exploded behind his eyes, pleasure contracting through him like a whirlpool.
He fell back, head thumping against the wooden rails. Blake shifted back, Gabriel’s softening cock resting on his lower lip as he licked cum from the corner of his mouth.He’d swallowed.
Forcing his spine to solidify, he sat up so he could pull Blake into a messy kiss. His lips felt hotter than usual, and they were limp. Like they were too worn out to reciprocate. He tasted like Gabriel. Like his skin and the salty tang of his cum. It made him smile.
Blake wrapped his arms around Gabriel’s waist, fingers fumbling as they tried to find purchase.
He stroked Blake’s head, trying to smooth his hair back. “I’m sorry if that was too much.”
Blake shook his head. “Nuh uh.”
“That’s it? Nothing snarky to say?”
“Can’t,” he whispered, burying his face into Gabriel’s abdomen. “You fucked it out of me.”
Gabriel pulled Blake onto the bench, swinging his legs over his lap. They were messy, half undressed, covered in bruises and jizz. He would need to clean Blake up. Tuck him into some covers, make sure he stayed warm tonight. Probably threaten Phin to keep his mouth shut about theirobviousnighttime activities. Especially around Judd.
But for now, he just wanted to bury his nose in Blake’s hair, breathe in his scent, and rub his back. Hold him while they both came down. Press soft kisses to that ticklish spot behind his ear. Enjoying this moment, he had to survive hell to find.
“What is your book about?” Gabriel asked as he folded the final blanket, shoving it into his bursting backpack. “You never told me.”