Out for the Holidays and Out for Gold (Out in College 8.5)

“Ha. Ha. You scared the hell out of me. Where’ve you been?”

I wished I could take the question back the second it left my mouth. I hated sounding clingy or controlling. On the other hand, I was worried about him. Gabe had a lot of plates spinning at the moment, and each one carried a huge helping of stress. I didn’t want to add to that.

He sidled by me, pausing to grab my junk before standing under the spray with his eyes closed. He sighed when I lathered soap over his pecs and smooth abs.

“I went to the gym.”

For three hours? It was on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t say it. I washed his cock and balls and gestured for him to face the white-tiled wall. I tended to his broad shoulders, letting my hands drift to his ass.

Honestly, I had no ulterior motives. I was the first to admit, sex was almost always on my mind, but it wasn’t just then. First of all, our shower was super compact and we were two big dudes. And second, the water had been running for a while. It wasn’t going to stay hot through anything more than a hand job. A quick one. And I wasn’t sure that was what he wanted or needed.

I went with my instincts, pressing kisses along his spine as I kneaded his cheeks and pulled them apart. He moaned his approval and bent his head, sending water cascading through his dark hair. I reached around to grip his shaft, lining my semi at his crease and rocking suggestively.

“Did you have a good workout?” I asked, kissing his neck.

“Mmm. Ugh. Time’s up. It’s getting cold.” He dodged the spray and faced me, swaying so his hard-on hit mine.

“Are we really having a sword fight?” I set my hands on his hips and gyrated against him.

“Yeah, but I kinda wish you’d just fuck me.”

I turned the water off, then pulled him close. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Before you ask, I’m fine. I just needed to blow off some steam.”

“Did it work?”

“Yeah, but I’m exhausted and horny and”—he stroked me with long, slow pulls as he licked my lips—“this is what I want now.”

We dried off and made our way to our room. We kissed with twisting tongues and groping hands, stoking the heat between us as we inched toward the bed. The second we hit the edge of the mattress, Gabe shoved my chest and climbed on top of me, flattening his big body over mine. We rolled over, switching positions with our limbs entwined like branches wrestling in a storm.

When we broke for air, Gabe scrambled to his knees and pointed meaningfully at the nightstand. I grabbed the lube, then nearly swallowed my tongue when I glanced over at my boyfriend on his back with his legs spread open. I held his gaze as I slicked up my fingers and slowly prepped him. It took a while. Gabe didn’t bottom as often as I did, but getting him to relax was a worthwhile effort.

Tonight was no exception. Three fingers and a fuckton of dirty talk later, he was begging for it. I did what he asked and fucked him hard. I gripped his ankles and snapped my hips as he jacked himself. When he closed his eyes, I fell on top of him, bracing my hands on either side of his head and crashing my mouth over his.

I pulled away and went still for a beat until he looked at me. I knew what he was doing. And while I was happy to help him exhaust his body to quiet his mind, I didn’t want any part of him to feel empty or sad afterward.

“You’re with me, baby. Everything’s gonna be okay. I love you. I love you.”

Gabe blinked. A single tear fell down his cheek, but he didn’t close his eyes this time. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist and whispered, “I love you too.”

I rested my forehead on his and smiled.

And as corny as it might sound, time stood still.

We were completely and perfectly one. We existed beyond the physical in a space no one else could touch. I didn’t just know him…I understood him. I acknowledged his pain, his sadness, his fear, and I gave him hope. And love.

When we moved again, everything clicked into place. Whatever happened, wherever we ended up, we had each other. And that was enough.

We came together, roaring through our orgasms and panting like we’d attempted to outrun a freight train at full speed.

I disengaged and collapsed beside him.

We dozed for a while, then cleaned up, redressed, and made a light dinner. We lay on the sofa later, watching TV with our feet crossed like pretzels. I had no idea what time it was, but I had to wake up early.