“Fruit?” I scrunched my nose and gave him a “What the fuck?” look.
“Mine is watermelon. Play along, babe. I’m trying to control myself.” He slipped his bare cock between my ass cheeks and rocked his hips back and forth.
“Cherries.” I chuckled.
Gabe groaned in my ear. “Cherries suck. They have pits.”
“So do watermelons,” I whisper laughed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m pretending I’m in your ass. Bend over the sink. Show me your hole.”
I met his reflection in the mirror and gulped. Gabe was in a sensual zone. He licked his palm, then wrapped his fist around his cock and stroked himself while he waited for me to obey. I’d never done anything like this before. I was prepared to suck him or help him jack off, but to just spread myself out for him was somehow a million times more decadent.
So I did it.
My spent cock twitched with renewed interest as I pulled my cheeks apart and set a finger next to my entrance. “Like this?”
“Oh, my God, I want to fuck you,” he growled in a low sexy voice. “I can’t believe what you do to me.”
“I want it too, but I’ve never done it.”
“I can make it good for you, baby.”
I narrowed my gaze and studied him thoughtfully. “Do it now. Fuck me,” I whispered.
That stopped him. For a second, anyway.
He grabbed my ass cheek and jacked his cock furiously. Then he dropped his forehead to my shoulder and shuddered as his release hit him. I felt his cum on my lower back a moment later. He let go of himself and held me against him tightly, rocking his hips until the trembling stopped.
“Holy fuck,” he moaned.
“Why didn’t you do it?” I asked, turning to face him.
Gabe grabbed a few tissues from the counter and motioned for me to face the mirror again. He wiped his cum from my back, then used more to clean himself. “This isn’t a Nike inspirational ad moment. You can’t just do it. We need lube and time. Especially since you’ve never done it before. Trust me, it’s a bad idea to rush a good thing.”
“But you want to do it, right?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Which way? I mean…who does what? Which do you like better?” I asked in a hushed tone.
“If you mean ‘top’ or ‘bottom,’ I’ve done both.”
“Oh.” I mulled the info over and did my best to push the instant bout of jealousy aside. If I thought of Gabe with anyone else, I might actually go insane. Not good.
“I prefer to top, but I’m open to either. No pressure, Der. We won’t do anything you aren’t ready for.”
“I feel ready. Or I will be soon.”
“Good. Me too.”
Gabe pulled me into his arms and held me close. In spite of the conversation we’d just had, there was nothing overtly sexual in the way he ran his fingers along my spine. It felt comforting and sweet. Like something a boyfriend would do.
The lines had blurred in the past couple of months. I felt more fluid and secure about my sexuality than ever. It was liberating. I wanted to be with Gabe in every way possible. I wanted him in me, surrounding me. I didn’t want order and clean lines. I craved his brand of chaos. He scared me sometimes and he pushed my limits, but I’d never felt more clearheaded and self-aware. And I’d never been more sure of anything or anyone in my life.
5
The following weekend, we finished a three-game tournament early Saturday evening and hung out at a local pizza parlor with our teammates for a while before heading back to my house. Evan texted the address of a party he was going to with some friends from his football team and invited me to join him later. Not happening.
If Gabe and I had the house to ourselves, we weren’t going anywhere. We gave each other hand jobs in the shower, then dressed in boxer briefs and lay on the sofa with our legs entwined and watched Game of Thrones reruns until we started to drift to off. We headed for my room sometime around midnight, locked the door, and fell asleep. I heard Evan come home an hour or more later. It sounded like he was talking to someone. I hoped so. If Evan got laid, he’d be less concerned about my private life. Not that he’d said anything. We were both too busy with our sports and classes to hang out. I had to make a better effort, I mused as I draped my arm over Gabe’s stomach and closed my eyes.
I woke up a few hours later with my lover’s mouth on my dick. Fuck, there was something so incredible about slowly being coaxed to life with Gabe’s talented tongue. It didn’t take much for my orgasm to pull me under. I planted my feet flat on the mattress and held his head when I came. Gabe milked me dry, then rose above me and sealed his lips over mine, thrusting his tongue inside. I loved tasting myself on him and he knew it.