doesn’t respond.
“Is that how we’re going to play it?” Gabriel asks. In a flash he’s over the center console and straddling Darrek’s lap in the passenger seat. He grinds down, rubbing his ass hard enough to hurt on Darrek’s sore cock, a wicked smile in his eyes, lips parted and soft as he looks down his nose at Darrek.
“Okay! Yes! Yes, I liked everything.
Everything
. You were right, the pain was good. Really fucking good. I’d do anything for you, Master. Anything...” Darrek moans.
After a second, when Gabriel doesn’t leave, and just stays where he is, breathing and watching him, Darrek dares to slip his hand under Gabriel’s shirt and rub over smooth skin and the ripples of his abdominal muscles. Then his hands stroke around back his waist and down over the curve of Gabriel’s ass, squeezing the firm muscle.
“God, you’re beautiful. I’d do anything for you. Anything,” Darrek admits. Their lips almost touch and Darrek chases Gabriel’s mouth, wanting to kiss him, but Gabriel just pushes him back against the seat with a hand gripped lightly around Darrek’s neck, just under his jaw.
“What? Gabe...?”
“Shh...” Gabriel purrs, unsmiling and intent.
He tenses his thigh muscles and rears up, starting to work himself on Darrek’s lap in a steady, easy rhythm. He grinds and moves in small circles on Darrek’s crotch, his ass perfectly outlined in his jeans, pulled tight with the way he’s sitting. Darrek’s hands are still on him, and Darrek pushes his cock up against Gabriel on every thrust he makes down onto Darrek’s tented pants.
It feels so real, like Darrek is really fucking him, the only thing separating them insignificant layers of clothing, as Gabriel moves in little dips and figure eights with his narrow hips. He’s graceful and gorgeous, breathtaking.
Transfixed, Darrek watches, searching Gabriel’s haunted eyes, knowing his desire and lust must be painted clearly on his own face. Darrek attempts to lean forward again, wanting to kiss him, but Gabriel’s hand tightens more on his throat.
“Please. Please let me,” he pleads softly. “Don’t you trust me?”
Gabriel stops moving. His hand falls away from Darrek’s neck.
“Oh my god. You
don’t
. You don’t
trust
me,” Darrek frowns, looking hurt.
“Darrek... I want to. I want to trust you. That’s a lot more than anyone’s gotten from me in a long time. Just... give me some time. Please?”
He can see that Darrek wants to escape since his feelings have been bruised, but Gabriel doesn’t allow it, and stays firmly seated on his lap.
“Let’s have our date,” Gabriel says. “Tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up. And then we’ll... we’ll go from there.”
“You asked me the other day if I’m troubled. You asked me if that’s why I came to you,” Darrek asks in a whisper, running his hands gently over Gabriel’s back. “Are
you
troubled, Gabriel?”
Gabriel smiles, finally, but it’s full of pain.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m troubled.”
His crystal-clear, shining eyes appear to be a richer blue in the shadowy light. They fall closed, and he seems so far away, even though he’s sitting right there.
“Do you still want me? Even if... even if I’m really messed up?” Gabriel asks. It’s the first time he’s seemed fragile to Darrek, and terrifyingly so. “Tell me now if you don’t. If it’s... a problem.”
Darrek pushes forward and claims Gabriel’s lips in a kiss.
“Of course I want you. I’m
yours
, remember? We’re all messed-up. We’re all in pain. It’s not going to scare me off if you have issues. It just makes you human,” Darrek assures him. “I can handle human.”
“So, it’s a date?” Gabriel smiles, and this time it’s tinged with hope.
“It’s a date,” Darrek agrees.
Kyle walks out the side door of Darrek’s garage, belt sander in hand. He’s pulling his car keys from his pocket when he freezes after seeing what’s currently happening in the
“Is that how we’re going to play it?” Gabriel asks. In a flash he’s over the center console and straddling Darrek’s lap in the passenger seat. He grinds down, rubbing his ass hard enough to hurt on Darrek’s sore cock, a wicked smile in his eyes, lips parted and soft as he looks down his nose at Darrek.
“Okay! Yes! Yes, I liked everything.
Everything
. You were right, the pain was good. Really fucking good. I’d do anything for you, Master. Anything...” Darrek moans.
After a second, when Gabriel doesn’t leave, and just stays where he is, breathing and watching him, Darrek dares to slip his hand under Gabriel’s shirt and rub over smooth skin and the ripples of his abdominal muscles. Then his hands stroke around back his waist and down over the curve of Gabriel’s ass, squeezing the firm muscle.
“God, you’re beautiful. I’d do anything for you. Anything,” Darrek admits. Their lips almost touch and Darrek chases Gabriel’s mouth, wanting to kiss him, but Gabriel just pushes him back against the seat with a hand gripped lightly around Darrek’s neck, just under his jaw.
“What? Gabe...?”
“Shh...” Gabriel purrs, unsmiling and intent.
He tenses his thigh muscles and rears up, starting to work himself on Darrek’s lap in a steady, easy rhythm. He grinds and moves in small circles on Darrek’s crotch, his ass perfectly outlined in his jeans, pulled tight with the way he’s sitting. Darrek’s hands are still on him, and Darrek pushes his cock up against Gabriel on every thrust he makes down onto Darrek’s tented pants.
It feels so real, like Darrek is really fucking him, the only thing separating them insignificant layers of clothing, as Gabriel moves in little dips and figure eights with his narrow hips. He’s graceful and gorgeous, breathtaking.
Transfixed, Darrek watches, searching Gabriel’s haunted eyes, knowing his desire and lust must be painted clearly on his own face. Darrek attempts to lean forward again, wanting to kiss him, but Gabriel’s hand tightens more on his throat.
“Please. Please let me,” he pleads softly. “Don’t you trust me?”
Gabriel stops moving. His hand falls away from Darrek’s neck.
“Oh my god. You
don’t
. You don’t
trust
me,” Darrek frowns, looking hurt.
“Darrek... I want to. I want to trust you. That’s a lot more than anyone’s gotten from me in a long time. Just... give me some time. Please?”
He can see that Darrek wants to escape since his feelings have been bruised, but Gabriel doesn’t allow it, and stays firmly seated on his lap.
“Let’s have our date,” Gabriel says. “Tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up. And then we’ll... we’ll go from there.”
“You asked me the other day if I’m troubled. You asked me if that’s why I came to you,” Darrek asks in a whisper, running his hands gently over Gabriel’s back. “Are
you
troubled, Gabriel?”
Gabriel smiles, finally, but it’s full of pain.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m troubled.”
His crystal-clear, shining eyes appear to be a richer blue in the shadowy light. They fall closed, and he seems so far away, even though he’s sitting right there.
“Do you still want me? Even if... even if I’m really messed up?” Gabriel asks. It’s the first time he’s seemed fragile to Darrek, and terrifyingly so. “Tell me now if you don’t. If it’s... a problem.”
Darrek pushes forward and claims Gabriel’s lips in a kiss.
“Of course I want you. I’m
yours
, remember? We’re all messed-up. We’re all in pain. It’s not going to scare me off if you have issues. It just makes you human,” Darrek assures him. “I can handle human.”
“So, it’s a date?” Gabriel smiles, and this time it’s tinged with hope.
“It’s a date,” Darrek agrees.
Kyle walks out the side door of Darrek’s garage, belt sander in hand. He’s pulling his car keys from his pocket when he freezes after seeing what’s currently happening in the
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