just … thinking.”
For a second, the old Devlin was looking at him and Gabe almost told him what he’d been holding back. But then Devlin drove into Gabriel harder, slamming his prostate at the same time he released the leather strap.
Gabriel came so hard he was pretty sure he screamed … the orgasm seemed to last forever. And then Dev’s nails scored Gabe’s ball sac as he came himself, a heated rush that sent Gabriel into another orgasm.
The sensations rocked through him for a long while, even as Devlin unhooked the cuffs, rubbed the circulation back into Gabe’s arms and ankles, checking his skin carefully.
All this shit was a not-so-clever way of Devlin trying to put distance between them. And he didn’t even seem to notice he was doing it.
Gabe wanted to talk to Dev about that. Wanted to tell him about a lot of things.
Just this week, he’d found a rental available on the community bulletin board—a small house on the compound—and he’d checked it out. It was private, way bigger than his dorm room, and far more spacious than any place he’d ever lived in—and while it didn’t have Devlin, Gabe still needed it.
But Devlin was quiet, lying on his side, staring into space. It had taken Gabe several minutes—if not longer—to come back to full consciousness. Dev tended to fuck him into the mattress on a good day, more so when he had something big on his mind, and tonight’s problem must be damned near monumental, because holy good God, Gabe lost it twice in a short span of time.
But the sex was never the problem. No, it was always fucking mind-blowing. Lately, it was the before and after that had been severely lacking.
Because after sex, there was simply nothing. Dev would stareinto space or at the ceiling and Gabe felt like he should be taking money off a dresser top and leaving without a word.
Gabe got Dev’s distractedness—beyond being in charge of ACRO, his gift of controlled remote viewing often interfered with his life. Dev’s CRV was kind of like being able to flip on a spy cam into the other ACRO agents’ minds. Most agents—especially when on a mission—were more than willing to have Devlin as their backup.
No, the problem was the other big shit going on that Gabe wasn’t privy to. There were secret meetings, conversations that stopped when he walked into the room—again, all normal, except normal typically didn’t make Dev moody to the point of shutting down.
And fuck it all, Gabe was tired as hell of the walk of shame back to the dorms and the label as Dev’s boy toy. Although he had gained respect—along with a great deal of well-deserved trouble—after his unauthorized mission to the Amazon, he still wasn’t officially
with
Devlin.
Gabe remained in the excedo quarters, spending time at Devlin’s when invited. He trained hard, tried his best to be friendly to the other agents, and he felt more and more unsettled on a daily basis, rather than the other way around.
He craved privacy. He craved Devlin in a way he hadn’t thought possible. And all of that was taking a heavier toll than he’d imagined it would.
“He’s got a damned good job and a safe place to hang his hat. He’s just young. Impatient,”
he’d heard Dev tell Marlena.
“
And you’re old and impatient,”
she replied. Marlena had always defended him to Devlin, but even she couldn’t persuade Dev to give Gabe what he wanted most—a home.
Another few minutes. He touched Dev’s shoulder. Nothing. Cleared his throat.
Nothing.
Ah, fuck it. He shoved the covers aside and began to root around for his clothing.
Devlin finally woke from his reverie, turned on his back. “Where are you going?”
“Back to my quarters, the way I do every night.” The words came out more harshly than he’d wanted, dammit. He’d been trying to show Dev that he was cool with this couple-times-a-week thing. That he didn’t want to rush into anything more serious. That he wasn’t falling in fucking love for
For a second, the old Devlin was looking at him and Gabe almost told him what he’d been holding back. But then Devlin drove into Gabriel harder, slamming his prostate at the same time he released the leather strap.
Gabriel came so hard he was pretty sure he screamed … the orgasm seemed to last forever. And then Dev’s nails scored Gabe’s ball sac as he came himself, a heated rush that sent Gabriel into another orgasm.
The sensations rocked through him for a long while, even as Devlin unhooked the cuffs, rubbed the circulation back into Gabe’s arms and ankles, checking his skin carefully.
All this shit was a not-so-clever way of Devlin trying to put distance between them. And he didn’t even seem to notice he was doing it.
Gabe wanted to talk to Dev about that. Wanted to tell him about a lot of things.
Just this week, he’d found a rental available on the community bulletin board—a small house on the compound—and he’d checked it out. It was private, way bigger than his dorm room, and far more spacious than any place he’d ever lived in—and while it didn’t have Devlin, Gabe still needed it.
But Devlin was quiet, lying on his side, staring into space. It had taken Gabe several minutes—if not longer—to come back to full consciousness. Dev tended to fuck him into the mattress on a good day, more so when he had something big on his mind, and tonight’s problem must be damned near monumental, because holy good God, Gabe lost it twice in a short span of time.
But the sex was never the problem. No, it was always fucking mind-blowing. Lately, it was the before and after that had been severely lacking.
Because after sex, there was simply nothing. Dev would stareinto space or at the ceiling and Gabe felt like he should be taking money off a dresser top and leaving without a word.
Gabe got Dev’s distractedness—beyond being in charge of ACRO, his gift of controlled remote viewing often interfered with his life. Dev’s CRV was kind of like being able to flip on a spy cam into the other ACRO agents’ minds. Most agents—especially when on a mission—were more than willing to have Devlin as their backup.
No, the problem was the other big shit going on that Gabe wasn’t privy to. There were secret meetings, conversations that stopped when he walked into the room—again, all normal, except normal typically didn’t make Dev moody to the point of shutting down.
And fuck it all, Gabe was tired as hell of the walk of shame back to the dorms and the label as Dev’s boy toy. Although he had gained respect—along with a great deal of well-deserved trouble—after his unauthorized mission to the Amazon, he still wasn’t officially
with
Devlin.
Gabe remained in the excedo quarters, spending time at Devlin’s when invited. He trained hard, tried his best to be friendly to the other agents, and he felt more and more unsettled on a daily basis, rather than the other way around.
He craved privacy. He craved Devlin in a way he hadn’t thought possible. And all of that was taking a heavier toll than he’d imagined it would.
“He’s got a damned good job and a safe place to hang his hat. He’s just young. Impatient,”
he’d heard Dev tell Marlena.
“
And you’re old and impatient,”
she replied. Marlena had always defended him to Devlin, but even she couldn’t persuade Dev to give Gabe what he wanted most—a home.
Another few minutes. He touched Dev’s shoulder. Nothing. Cleared his throat.
Nothing.
Ah, fuck it. He shoved the covers aside and began to root around for his clothing.
Devlin finally woke from his reverie, turned on his back. “Where are you going?”
“Back to my quarters, the way I do every night.” The words came out more harshly than he’d wanted, dammit. He’d been trying to show Dev that he was cool with this couple-times-a-week thing. That he didn’t want to rush into anything more serious. That he wasn’t falling in fucking love for
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