Deliver Us (38 page)

“No. No! You know what? Fuck what they think! Fuck it! It’s none of their damn business,” Gabriel yells gesturing at the window and the entire world waiting outside of it. “I’m in love with you, Darrek! We’re in a relationship. You and me. Not them. And I want to get to be with you like a normal person! What happens in our bedroom is none of their business!”

Darrek grabs him and pulls them chest-to-chest, wrapping Gabriel in muscular, powerful arms.

“It’s okay,” he whispers to Gabriel, feeling his lover’s anger, frustration and sadness shake him.

“I want you,” Gabriel whispers back fervently. “I want you to be touching me and kissing me. I want to feel your mouth on me. I want to
be with you
. At least that much.”

“I can do that,” he agrees, glad that Gabriel is beginning to calm down.

With a grunt and one swift motion, Darrek sits up and then stands with Gabriel wrapped around his waist. Gabriel grabs on tighter to him with surprise, locking his legs around the larger man.

“Goddamn, you’re strong,” Gabriel breathes. “You can put me down now.”

Smiling wickedly, hands cupped under Gabriel’s upper thighs, fingers pressing dents in the muscle there through his jeans, Darrek teases his bottom lip between his teeth and pretends to think about it for a second first.

“Is that an order?” he asks. “Because I kind of like you like this....”

“Dude, put me down.”

Chuckling, Darrek releases him, and Gabriel’s legs uncurl from around him.

“Um...” Gabriel hums, glancing at the floor and then up at Darrek, like he’s being shy, “Help me get ready? I want to be... clean... for you, and it’s easier if you help.”

“Is
that
an order?” Darrek asks quietly with a dark, lustful gleam in his eyes.

“It can be.”

“Okay. Let’s go,” he nods, adding a second later, “Master.”

Darrek wastes no time once they’re both naked and entangled on the bed. He climbs on top of Gabriel and kisses him dizzy, gripping his legs and guiding them up so they are wrapped around his waist like they were downstairs for that brief moment. Pulling Darrek down by digging his heels into his lower back, Gabriel grinds up against him, letting their cocks squeeze and drag between their bellies as they tongue-fuck each other’s mouths.

“Okay, I can’t fucking wait anymore,” Darrek breathes, pulling back a little. “Flip over. On your knees. It’ll be easier.”

There’s a moment of hesitancy that Darrek is too feverish to notice where a small and bright spark of apprehension flashes behind Gabriel’s eyes. Gabriel forces away the reasons why it causes that reaction in him, the associations that have been burned into his soul from being pinned under someone like that, knowing he won’t be able to see Darrek in that position to pacify his nerves. Gabriel rolls onto his stomach. All at once, Darrek is low on the bed, between his lover’s legs, bending Gabriel’s knees up under his body and apart. Cupping his ass with both hands, he dives in, trailing his tongue over the warm skin, teeth grazing over smooth flesh and biting gently at the thick rounded curve of his cheeks. He licks and kisses closer and closer to his target before focusing only on that spot.

The intensity with which Darrek eats out his ass leaves Gabriel gasping and moaning with blissful pleasure. He enjoys it almost as much as Darrek does, which says a lot. He’s right there, tugging slowly at his dick as Darrek licks him open, sucks at the rim, jabs the thickness of his tongue into his heat. Darrek grips hard enough to leave bruises on Gabriel’s hips, bringing his body back into his face, needing more, like he could never possibly get close enough and far enough inside.

Gabriel loses track of time, it’s all a wash of delirious sensation.

Then he hears Darrek growl from behind him while he fingers his opening, loosening the muscle and getting it wider, “God, I don’t even know what it is about your ass. I just want to be
in
it. Just how fucking good you taste, the way you tense up and squeeze around my tongue, so tight with these little flutters, how fucking
hot
and sexy you are. Jesus fucking Christ. Just wanna be
in
you. Lick you open, finger you, fuck you, and just fucking ride you, show you how crazy I am for you....”

“Do it,” Gabriel sputters, “Go on.”

“Gabe... don’t tempt me right now. I’m hard as fuck and I have, like,
zero
willpower.”

“Do it!”

“Mmm...” Darrek moans, getting up on his knees behind Gabriel. Lifting his dick, he forces it inside, thrusting his hips and sliding home in a smooth movement, his saliva there more than slicking the way.

He only pauses long enough to let out a thunderous groan of relief, hands caressing Gabriel’s back and sides as the inner muscles clench up and clamp down around him. It’s perfect but he tries to get a handle on the need to go too hard and too rough on Gabriel.

But, just as he pulls back until the head of his dick catches and he begins to press back inside, Gabriel, who has been utterly silent and still since Darrek entered him—holding him in position on his belly, ass in the air—bucks forward. Breathing harshly through his nose, he grabs the headboard, pulling away from Darrek, who instinctively grabs on to Gabriel’s hips and holds him still.

“Get off! Get off! Dis-discovery!”

“Oh god,” Darrek groans with horror, releasing him.

Gabriel scrambles away, off the bed.

He goes to the corner of the room and backs up against it, sinking to the floor and covering his face with his hands.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Gabriel gasps.

Darrek hurries over to him, hand over his mouth, feeling like he’s just been punched in the gut.

“Gabriel, I’m so fucking
sorry
,” he hisses.

“Just... gimme a second. It’s not your fault. My fault. Should have said something,” he murmurs, curled up in a ball with his head between his knees.

“Stand up,” Darrek urges. “C’mere.”

Slowly, he struggles up and lets Darrek wrap him in a hug.

Kissing Gabriel’s head, rubbing small circles on his back, Darrek whispers, “I feel like a horrible person.”

“Dare, I told you, it’s
my
fault.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just... panicked. Bad memories.”

“I’m sorry,” Darrek whispers, hugging him tighter.

“Stop apologizing. That
is
an order. God! I ruined it. It felt so good. You make me feel so damn good, and then I
ruin
it.”

“You’re too hard on yourself. You’re allowed to be sensitive about this. Come back to bed, and we’ll just sleep, okay?”

“That’s not fair to you, though.”

Rolling his eyes and quirking an eyebrow, Darrek looks down at him and says again, “Gabriel, come back to bed.”

They climb under the covers and Darrek lays on his side, watching Gabriel’s face beside him as he gazes up at the ceiling.

“I’m gonna make it up to you. Tomorrow.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Darrek tells him. “You don’t owe me anything. I just want you to be okay. Are you okay?”

Gabriel nods, frowning.

“Love you,” Darrek whispers.

“I love you too.”

They soon both drift off without realizing it. But, in the middle of the night, tangled up in the blankets, Gabriel starts thrashing as a familiar nightmare overtakes him. Darrek is jolted from sleep by the movement and the sound of sharp cries for help.

At first he doesn’t know what in the world is going on, whether he imagined it or is still dreaming. Then he feels Gabriel’s struggles beside him and sits up, grabbing his shoulders.

“Wake up! Gabe, wake up!”

“Dad, stop!
Help
! Somebody help me!” Gabriel begs weakly.

“Gabe,
please
wake up!”

An elbow connects painfully with Darrek’s arm as Gabriel tries to knock him away, his eyes still closed, still lost in terrible dreams.

Turning on the lamp by the bed and calling his name loudly again, Darrek finally succeeds in waking him.

Gabriel blinks at the brightness, breathless and confused.

“What... Dare...?”

“You were having a nightmare,” he explains.

“Yeah?” Gabriel asks groggily.

Turning the light back off and taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, Darrek flops back down onto his pillow. His stomach churns with nausea at the thought of what Gabriel must have been dreaming about, but grateful that he seems to not remember it.

“Sorry for waking you,” Gabriel grumbles, turning onto his side and looping an arm around Darrek.

“S’alright. Go back to sleep.”

“Mm-hmm,” Gabriel nods, tucked into Darrek’s arms. He’s out in seconds, but Darrek isn’t as lucky.

The alarm goes off at quarter after eight. Gabriel shuts it off with a smack of his hand and swings his legs over the side of the bed. Darrek yawns and stretches beside him, climbing out of bed before Gabriel is even on his feet.

“What are you doing?” he blinks, “Keep sleeping. You don’t have to get up just because I do.”

“I know,” Darrek yawns again. “Want some pancakes for breakfast? I’ll make ’em while you get ready.”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” he agrees, looking up at Darrek with a telling expression laced with guilt. “Look....”

“Gabe,” Darrek says, cutting him off and pointing a finger, “if you say it, I’ll spank your little ass raw.”

“How do you know what I was gonna say?” Gabriel asks.

“Because you look miserable and pouty. Go on. Get ready. I’ll be downstairs,” Darrek tells him, kissing his forehead before he goes.

When Gabriel makes it downstairs, dressed and washed up, he slaps a piece of paper covered in sketches, notes and measurements down onto the counter next to where Darrek is stacking the pancakes.

“I need you to build this for me,” he says.

“Is it kinky? It’s kinky, isn’t it?” Darrek grins eagerly.

He sets aside the ladle and turns down the burner, picking up the sketch and laughing with amusement at what it shows.

“What’s the hole for?”

“Guess,” Gabriel grins. “I need it to be sturdy, so use some sort of hardwood, but don’t make it too thick. Is it okay with you if we bolt it to the floor in the extra bedroom upstairs?”

“Yeah, we can do that,” he nods. Then, waving the paper, his tanned skin mildly flushed and voice an octave lower all of a sudden, Darrek says, “This is pretty fucking kinky, you know.”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna do to you once I get you on it. This is
nothing
compared to what I have planned for you. This is just to get you where I want you.”

Darrek smiles wider, tucking a rogue piece of hair back over an ear and out of his eyes, “And where do you want me?”

“Spread out, bound and helpless, begging me to fuck you, making you hurt in all the right ways, teasing you ’til you scream....”

They lock eyes, smiles gone, breath caught. And then they’re kissing. Darrek curls his arms around Gabriel and leans him back against the kitchen wall, sucking at his lips.

Gabriel’s hands lower, going to his fly, opening it up and pushing the pants down along with his boxers. When Darrek feels Gabriel opening his pants as well, he tries to break the kiss. Not letting him, Gabriel chases his mouth, tugging Darrek’s dick free and coaxing him into hardness with a few tugs.

“Pick me up,” Gabriel instructs breathlessly.

When Darrek hesitates, Gabriel wraps a leg up around him, drawing him in.

“I don’t have any lube down here,” Darrek confesses.

“Already prepped myself upstairs. I’m wet and open and ready. Told you I wanted to make it up to you, didn’t I? Come on, Dare. Fuck me.”

Bending a little, curling his large hands around the backs of Gabriel’s upper thighs, Darrek lifts him, pinning him against the wall. Gabriel clenches his inner thighs, hooks his legs tightly around Darrek’s back and circles his neck with his arms, keeping himself up.

Picturing Gabriel upstairs, fingering his ass loose, slicking himself with lubricant, Darrek moans. Kissing at Gabriel’s neck, he angles his hips and guides his cock to his lover’s entrance.

His weight and gravity pull Gabriel right down onto it, making a surprised grunt and exhaling the air in his lungs in a rush.