Turning off the water, Joel stepped out onto the tile floor and toweled himself off before pulling on his clean briefs and a t-shirt. Realizing he didn’t grab any pajama pants, he stuck his head out of the doorway to see if Gabriel was out, but the condo was dark and his bedroom door was closed. Joel turned off the bathroom light and darted down the hallway to the guest room and shut the door behind him. He crawled onto the large bed, pulling back the comforter and sliding under the sheets. He wrapped himself up in it and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
CHAPTER SIX
Gabriel is Afraid He Might Die
In his office, Gabriel watched the feed from the bathroom camera on his phone. As he watched Joel take his cock in hand and stroke himself until he hardened, Gabriel was sure he was about to die.
Without taking his eyes off the feed, Gabriel undid the button and fly of his jeans, eased his hand underneath the band of his boxers, and grasped his own, already hard cock. Truth be told, Gabriel had been half hard since he knew Joel was en route to the condo, but ever since his first actual interaction with Joel in the hallway, Gabriel had been as hard as steel. When Joel brushed against his chest in the bedroom and had a physical reaction to their connection, Gabriel had to channel all his willpower into not forcing his way into Joel’s tight little virgin ass right there in the doorway.
Gabriel watched Joel stroke his hand up and down the shaft of what Gabriel considered to be a fucking perfect cock. He leaned back in his seat and stroked his own cock in time with Joel, letting loose a feral-sounding growl of possession and need as he watched Joel’s hips buck forward in pleasure. His balls tightened as Joel’s strokes quickened, and when Joel tugged down his ball sack and let loose a curse, Gabriel shot cum all over his hand and his pants. Panting, he grasped the tip of his dick tightly between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing every drop of cum out. He closed his eyes, dropped his phone to the carpet and imagined Joel there on his knees with his mouth open, waiting for Gabriel to feed him his cum. Jesus fuck, Gabriel was depraved and his dick hadn’t even begun to soften. He needed to come again, and soon. Maybe bringing Joel inside his home wasn't the best idea he’d ever had. He wasn't going to survive it if all the blood in his body stayed in his cock for the next three days.
Masturbating and knowing Joel was in his home gave Gabriel more sexual satisfaction than he had felt in years. He couldn’t wait for the day Joel would take both their cocks in his hand and stroke them, letting their cum mix together and slick the length of their shafts. Gabriel would take Joel’s hand into his mouth and suck their releases off his fingers before he fucked Joel's mouth with his tongue, forcing him to taste how perfect they were together.
In reality, Gabriel’s own cock leaked a steady drip onto the carpet, and he leaned down to pick up his phone. He heard the door to the bathroom open, Joel’s delicate footfalls down the hallway to his bedroom, then the open and close of the spare bedroom door. Gabriel flicked the feed on his phone to Joel’s bedroom and watched him, wearing only briefs and a t-shirt, collapse into bed. Gabriel wrapped the head of his cock in his fist and stood up from his desk, leaving the office without even securing his pants. He crossed the living area and walked down the hallway, past his bedroom, to Joel’s room. He opened the door a crack, making sure no light shone in, and listened carefully to be certain Joel's breathing was quiet and even from sleep.
Gabriel took a careful step into the room, so he could see the red of Joel’s hair poking up from beneath the sheets. He watched the delicate rise and fall of Joel’s body as he breathed. Gabriel wrapped his fingers tight around his shaft as new pre-cum leaked out of his slit, and he gave himself a rough stroke, coating his hand with additional wetness and slicking it back to the base. He maintained a tight grip with every pass, well past the point of physical discomfort. He should hurt for what he was doing. He had spent so long looking out for Joel, doing what was best for him. It was wrong to take advantage of him in this way while he slept, but Gabriel couldn’t help it. Something had shifted inside Gabriel over the past few months, and his affections had grown beyond that of a watchful guardian. He no longer just wanted to keep Joel safe, he wanted to keep him. He took another tentative step forward, leaving him no more than two feet away from Joel, and all he could hear was the sound of his heart pounding in his ears as more blood rushed to his painfully swollen cock.
Gabriel thought back to his fantasy of Joel rubbing their cocks together, and more than anything now, he wanted to feed his dick down Joel’s throat and shoot his cum straight into the boy’s stomach. Gabriel groaned involuntarily at the thought and froze as Joel rolled from his side onto his back. Joel offered up a quick snore before his breathing returned to normal, and Gabriel let out the breath he’d been holding. He gave a rough tug on his cock and wrapped his free hand around the head to catch the torrent of cum that was unleashed as he silently came for a second time. Gabriel's entire body shuddered, and he folded in on himself as the pleasure overwhelmed his senses. He didn’t want to let go of his cock, and he continued to stroke his softening shaft as he brought his other hand up to his mouth and licked his cum from his fingers. He closed his eyes and pretended it was Joel’s cum, barely stopping himself from moaning out loud again.
Gabriel slowly stepped away from the bed, feeling behind him for the door with sticky fingers. He backed out of the room and quietly clicked the door closed before turning to rest his back against it and sliding down to the floor. He stayed that way, his head leaning back against the door while he caught his breath.
Having Joel here in his home, what would soon be their home, was better than Gabriel had ever imagined it could be. He had spent so many nights dreaming about it and preparing for the day when Joel would be his, and now here they were, right on the precipice of their future together. He smiled, tucking himself back into his pants before standing and heading to the master bedroom. Gabriel didn’t like to think of it as his bedroom. It was his and Joel’s in his heart. Gabriel couldn’t count the recent nights he had stayed up in bed, watching Joel on the camera feeds. This room was as much Joel’s as it was Gabriel's.
Gabriel undressed completely, pulled back the covers on the bed, and slid his body in between the cool sheets. He closed his eyes and stroked his hand across the pillow beside him, imagining his fingers toying with Joel’s red hair. He sighed and smiled, falling asleep more easily than he had in a long time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joel Should Have Locked His Door
Jolting upright, Joel opened his eyes wide, taking in his surroundings. This room wasn’t his room, and was way nicer than any place he had ever stayed before. He took some deep breaths to calm and steady himself as he remembered where he was. Gabriel’s condo. What the actual fuck was this guy's deal anyway? Joel flopped back onto the bed, kicking the comforter down to his ankles. Somehow the guy knew his grandmother, which was weird in itself, because his grandmother hated everyone. Or at least she hated Joel. She had never been warm to him, even when his parents left. All she’d offered him was a fold-out couch with residual cat hair embedded deep within its fibers. She knew he was allergic, and when he’d called last night, Joel knew she wouldn't be cat free, but trying to sleep with four cats compared to only one would have been misery. He wanted to regret making the drive all the way out here but as he laid in this ridiculously plush bed that belonged to a painfully handsome man, he couldn't muster the feeling.
The intense look that Joel had seen in Gabriel's eyes as he said good night, stirred a feeling inside of Joel's gut that made his cock wake up and take notice. He pushed off his briefs and rolled over onto his belly, burying his face in the pillow and smashing his cock between his body and the bed. Joel sucked in a breath, filling his mouth with pillowcase, and he dropped his forehead low to the bed and rutted into what were most assuredly 1200 thread count cotton sheets. Not lifting his weight from the bed, he snaked a hand down his front and wrapped his fingers in a tight grip around his length, fucking into his h
and, mind flitting back to the mysteriously welcoming and handsome Gabriel.
Joel’s body shook as the cool sheets kissed the head of his cock every time it poked out of his hand. Joel imagined it was Gabriel’s hand, with what he was sure would be smooth and strong fingers that itched to tease him to climax. He pushed the reoccurring thoughts of, why would he want you? You’re a worthless kid, your parents didn’t even want you, out of his head and he pretended Gabriel did want him, did need him. That he could be safe and satisfied here because the electric current that sparked through Joel’s body as he’d brushed past Gabriel the night before couldn't have been one-sided. Joel hoped that Gabriel, with his attentive chocolate-brown eyes, wanted more than anything to be inside Joel and then hold him close through the night.
Thinking again about how his body felt when they had touched last night brought Joel’s orgasm on full force, and Joel tugged his lip between his teeth and rolled onto his back so he didn’t come all over the sheets. As he arched his back in anticipation of his orgasm, the bedroom door opened. Joel sat up, eyes wide and frenzied as he released his pulsing cock, only to see Gabriel frozen in the doorway with a tray of breakfast food in his hand. Joel’s entire body convulsed as a pitiful spurt of cum leaked out of his cock, his orgasm effectively ruined by the visitor.
“Holy fuck. Holy fucking shit,” Gabriel whispered as his mouth dropped open. He did his best to compose himself. “I was going to drop off breakfast, I didn't...” he trailed off, his tongue poking out and dragging across his lower lip.
“Jesus. I'm sorry.”
Joel was frozen in place. He was shocked to be barged in on, and even more shocked at the way he didn’t want to shy away from the pure fucking heat blazing in Gabriel’s eyes. He watched Gabriel’s stare dart down to Joel’s cock, which now lay softening and wet across his thigh, and Joel quickly pulled up the sheets to cover himself, his embarrassment winning out over his unexplained lust.
“Don’t,” Gabriel murmured, still in the doorway. “Don’t hide on my account, Joel. You’re a fucking vision.” Gabriel snapped his mouth shut, as if the words had escaped in error. “We have the same parts, I mean. It doesn't need to be a big deal,” he amended.
Joel’s cheeks grew warm with color, and he dropped his chin to his chest, fingers fumbling with the hem of the sheet. He heard Gabriel step into the room and looked up to see him set the tray of breakfast down on the nightstand, less than a foot away. Joel focused on the heavy sound of Gabriel's labored breathing, glancing out the corner of his eye to catch sight of an erection straining the zipper of Gabriel's charcoal-gray slacks. Seeing that Gabriel had been aroused by what he had walked in on seemed like an awkward reaction for the man to have, but part of Joel loved the attention and wanted to revel in it a little longer.
Neither of them moved beyond breathing until Gabriel slowly reached his hand toward the top of Joel's head. Gabriel’s fingers reached delicately for Joel’s hair, grazing it and pulling back quickly as if burned, before reaching forward again, more sure of his intent. Gabriel smoothed his hand down Joel’s hair from the top of his head to the base of his neck, and then brought it back to repeat the motion. Joel found himself leaning into the touch and Gabriel's hand slid around to caress his ear, then his cheek, before softly grasping his chin to raise his face. Joel tried to keep his gaze down, even as he knew Gabriel’s eyes were searching for contact.
“Joel,” Gabriel whispered again. His voice was low and sounded like sweet honey. When was the last time someone spoke to him so affectionately? Had anyone ever? Joel furrowed his brow. “Joel, don’t hide from me. Never from me.” Gabriel emphasized the last word, rubbing his thumb over Joel’s chin, and Joel finally looked upward.
Joel sucked air into his lungs and reached his hands up, grabbing Gabriel's hand between his, and he squeezed Gabriel's fingers as if his life depended on maintaining the contact. His breathing stuttered as he searched Gabriel's face, finding concern, patience and devotion hiding under a thick cloud of unmistakable lust. Joel did not miss the predatory intent behind all four of those feelings, but chose to ignore it, instead allowing himself for once to revel in the feeling of being wanted.
“I don’t even know you,” Joel whispered, confused and overwhelmed by the volume of emotion inside him in the moment.
“I know you though, Joel. I mean, I feel like I know you, I want to know you,” Gabriel replied, bringing his other hand up to wrap around Joel’s. They stayed that way, wrapped in each other's hands, eyes searching. You’re an idiot, the voice in Joel’s head piped up, shaking him free of the moment, and Joel dropped his chin and pulled his hands free from Gabriel’s grasp.
“Yeah, uhm... That was... You don’t need to like, I don’t know, you don’t need to do this. I’m not in the market for a pity fuck or anything, but I do appreciate you letting me stay here last night. I’m gonna get dressed and call my landlord and I’ll be out of your hair, okay?” Joel exhaled a breath.
Gabriel took a step back from the bed, clenching and unclenching his fists before sliding his hands into the safety of his front pockets. “It was no bother, Joel. You’re welcome here anytime. I enjoyed knowing you were here last night. That you were safe with me,” Gabriel offered softly.
Joel jerked out a nod, unable to make eye contact again.
“Well,” Gabriel started, “please have some breakfast.” He gestured to the tray. “Again, my intent was not to interrupt you, and you should know you’re welcome to stay longer if you need to. I’ve been waiting to share my home for years.”
“Share your home?” Joel questioned, trying to feel around the sheets for his earlier discarded briefs, entirely too aware he was still naked from the waist down and Gabriel was showing no signs of leaving the room.
“I bought this condo a few years ago and I’ve been by myself here since then. I was hopeful that in the future, someone special to me would want to be here with me.” Gabriel's voice trailed off.
Joel's fingers skirted the band of his briefs, which had ended up tangled by his knees, and he fumbled them on underneath the protection of the bed sheet. “That’s cool. I have my apartment, you know, it’s a little wet right now from the flood, so I’ll just… go back there soon. I’m sure you’ll find someone.”
“Oh, I’ve found him already.” Gabriel smiled, letting that predatory undertone from earlier briefly flare before tamping it back down under the simmering lust. “I’m just waiting for him to come around.” Gabriel took a step backward and removed his hands from his pockets, as if the space between them gave him permission to stop restraining himself. Joel looked up through his lashes and watched Gabriel take a steadying breath before turning on his heels and walking toward the door. Joel heard it click shut and looked up, wondering what sort of man Gabriel had his sights set on. Joel couldn't help but feel a little envious of the man, whoever he was.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gabriel and the Two Thomases
Gabriel all but ran across the condo, locking himself up in the solitude and safety of his office. Striding over to his desk, he braced himself against it, dipping his head to his chest and sucking in a violent lungful of air until he believed he could slow down and catch a normal breath.
Holy fuck, he was shaking and found it nearly impossible to rein in his exhilaration. He truly, truly had not meant to walk in on Joel mid-climax this morning. It was the happiest of accidents, though, because after Gabriel had woken up and gotten dressed, he’d checked the security camera and Joel had been sound asleep on his back, spread out like a starfish. Gabriel had gone into the kitchen to assemble some coffee and pastries to feed his poor Little Red and then opened the door to find Joel in the throes of an early morning orgasm. He had watched the burst of cum shoot up out of Joel's dick and slide down his shaft. Gabriel was surprised he hadn't come in his own pants on the spot in solidarity. Even thinking about it now, Gabriel's cock pulsed behind the fly of his tight slacks and he palmed the base of his shaft through the fabric, willing it
down.
He dropped his weight down into his leather desk chair, leaning back to recline. Gabriel brought his hands up to his hair, tugging at the strands with his fingers before leaning forward and dropping his elbows to his desk and holding his head in his hands. He needed to focus. He couldn’t ruin this now. He had spent so much time getting ready for this, getting ready for Joel. He needed to get his dick under control so he didn’t totally blow it by being so focused on getting Joel to blow him. Shaking himself back into control, he slid his laptop across the desk and opened it, pulling up his file on Joel.
Gabriel clicked open a folder of pictures, the first one being a scan of his own birth certificate. Gabriel Michael Hunter, born 1980 in Emmitsburg, Maryland to parents Paul Russell and Margaret Hunter. He clicked to the next picture, a birth certificate for one Thomas Patrick Russell, born in 1981 to parents Paul and Mary Russell. Gabriel let out a heavy breath, clicking through again.
Gabriel’s mother, Margaret, had died very shortly after he was born, before she even had time to take his father's last name… complications from a long and painful birth, ending with an uncontrollable uterine hemorrhage. His father was quick to remarry, Margaret’s best friend Mary, and his younger half-brother Thomas came almost immediately after. Gabriel and Thomas grew up in Emmitsburg, mostly proper Catholics, and as thick as thieves.
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