The Wanderer

by Jan Irving

  “Good boy.” Gabriels hand cupped his balls, and then his lips were against them.

  Jude shouted, his body lifting up, his wrists pulling against their confinement, Gabriels warm mouth against him. “Oh, sir…please.”

  Gabriel smacked his thigh. Hard.

  Judes cock flexed in reaction. He could feel moisture beading and dripping from it onto his stomach as he felt the brush and wet smear of Gabriels cock against his leg.

  “Hold still, boy,” Gabriel growled.

  His bottom was tender, but still Jude couldnt keep from writhing against the quilt as Gabriel sucked one ball deep into his mouth. It felt so good it was painful. “Sir…”

  Gabriels calloused hands opened him wider, and then Jude felt his mouth…and teeth against his inner thigh. It stung, so Jude quivered, but he remained rigid, still throbbing from Gabriels authoritarian slap. He was his boy.

  Gabriels mouth slid down from the mark hed given Jude. He lifted him in his palms and then put his lips to a part of Jude hed never imagined another man would touch with his tongue.

  “Like this, boy?” Gabriels warm wetness thrust inside him, and Jude fought his bonds again. He was so excited now he thought he might climax without a touch on his manhood.

  “Yes, sir,” Jude gasped. “Please, sir, please.”

  Fingers probed him, going deep and teasing him in slow, maddening circles. Jude wanted more of the pressure; he wanted to be crushed under Gabriel.

  “Sir, Im going to… Oh!” Judes body arched. “Please, sir—”

  “What do you want, Jude?” Gabriel moved up his body, taking his thick, meaty cock and rubbing it against Judes opening. He was slick with his own excitement so when he broached him this time, it didnt hurt as much as previously. Indeed, it felt good, perfect, and Jude pushed up to take more of the broad tip.

  “Fuck your boy.” Jude barely breathed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Gabriel leaned his head against Judes throat, groaning. He was stretching him wide, the head of his cock buried in Judes entrance.

  Jude was huffing out breaths, trying not to tense up. He wanted this, but Gabriel was… Oh.

  Suddenly Gabriel rolled off him and reached for a bottle on the bedside table. “Something else from NOrleans,” he said, opening it. “You made me forget myself.” The scent was strong, flowery, and Jude wrinkled his nose. “Sorry if it is a bit on the feminine side. I got it from a brothel featuring ladies when my supply ran low.”

  “An emollient of some kind?”

  Gabriels eyes were sleepy as they held Judes. “I figure the Greeks used olive oil. Itll make it easier for you to take me.” His oily fingers moved up into Jude, and Jude gasped.

  Somehow the preparations made the act seem even more forbidden. “As a doctor…uhn…I use a lubricant for, ah…”

  “Yes?” Gabriel fingers stroked in and out, and he smiled when Jude pushed himself up to take more, whimpering. “Youre not a doctor now; youre a brothel boy, arent you?”

  Jude nodded. “Yes, sir.” Gabriel slathered more of the rose-scented oil on his cock as Jude watched, biting his lip and hoping it would make it easier to take him.

  Gabriel replaced the oil on the table and mounted him. Jude spread himself open wider and closed his eyes as Gabriels fleshy head pushed against him, stretching his resisting body.

  “Breathe out,” Gabriel coached, his lips touching Judes as he ministered to him. Jude was sweating. It was so thick, and it hurt more the way it slid in faster…and would it ever fit?

  Gabriels hips rocked in and out. “My virgin.”

  Despite the sting, Jude wrapped his legs around Gabriels hips. “It hurts, Gabriel,” he whispered.

  “I know… Shhh.” The pressure increased, and Jude grunted, impaled, his wrists tied… He was completely helpless—and why did he like that?

  Suddenly Gabriels fleshy head popped through Judes tight ring, and Gabriel shuddered. “Thank Christ! I thought Id never get it up you!”

  “Well, it wasnt a day picking daisies for me either,” Jude growled back. His rear end was still throbbing, but now Gabriel was fully embedded. He stared into his dark eyes, tasting a droplet of sweat on his lips that had fallen from Gabriels hair. The big mans body was strung tight.

  “Oh, Jude.” Gabriel wiped away the moisture pooled in Judes eyes. “Im sorry it wasnt easy for you to take me.”

  Jude breathed in and out, letting himself adjust. He guessed it wasnt so unpleasant a thing, though he felt as if Gabriel had pushed the end of a broom up his ass. His body contracted around him, and Gabriels face tightened. He reached down and took Judes penis in his hand, cupping Judes bottom in the other.

  “What…?”

  “Let your man see to you,” Gabriel demanded. His cock nudged at Jude at an oblique angle. It didnt hurt, so Jude just stared at him curiously, wondering at this strange ritual.

  “Damnation!” Gabriels pupils had swallowed most of the surrounding dark brown color. “You are heaven, sweet, small, tight…”

  Jude couldnt say he enjoyed it as much, but the fullness was what he needed. If his hands were free, hed touch himself, but he knew if Gabriel continued thrusting inside him, hed come. Just the thought of how hed let another man into his body excited him.

  Gabriel fiddled with his hands and cock again, and Jude wanted to sigh impatiently. Why was he—

  “Oh, Gabriel!”

  Gabriel smirked at him, shifting his knees and pounding into Jude again in that place, that magical place hed brushed with his fingers, but Gabriels thick head struck it like a hammer. “Thats sir to you, boy.”

  Judes heels dug into Gabriels back. “Sir. Please, sir.”

  “Youve had your bottom warmed up, and now Im going to use it.” Gabriel kissed him, his cock shoved in and out now, and Jude loved it, needed it. “Im going to spill inside you, and when you get off this bed, youll have me leaking out of your ass.”

  Jude writhed in his bonds, but all he could do was lie there and take Gabriels cock. The place Gabriel touched, the sparks that rose, taking his breath… “I never want you to leave my body, sir,” he whispered.

  “I wont leave you. Whenever I want you now, youre going to offer this sweet ass.”

  Their joining was a miracle to Jude. Gabriel had him fixed in position so that he could rut in and out of Judes body freely. At the same time, his calloused fingers ran over Judes swollen cock, which had softened during the pain of entry but now ached painfully, engorged and needy.

  “Please, sir! Please, harder…” Jude mumbled, his head tossing and turning on the pillow. He needed Gabriel to touch him. He was teasing Jude, too gentle, while in counterpoint his cock slammed into Judes body.

  “If we were back at your clinic, Id give you a certain look and youd close the curtains and youd lock the door…” Gabriel narrated.

  “Yes!” Jude tried to push his sex deeper into Gabriels touch. “Yes, I would do that.”

  “Youd lean over your desk or a chair in the bedroom and let me admire you and then Id sit down and what would you do?”

  Gabriel gave him what he needed. His cock. His hand. His words. Jude trembled, on the verge. “Id climb over y-your knee so you could spank me, sir,” he groaned. “And then Id lie on the bed and let you have me.”

  “I might have to gag you if you made too much noise, boy,” Gabriel said in his ear. He had slowed down his movement in Judes body, and his face was contorted. Jude could feel how he trembled. He still felt like he had a broom up him, but it touched him like lightning, making his body shudder. “Youre loud when Im in you, pleasuring you.”

  “Yes, sir.” Jude couldnt deny it. “I need my man inside me.”

  Gabriel leaned close to Judes neck, where the mark hed left the last time was fading. Jude felt his teeth, and then he was…oh, he was. His toes curled and his nipples and cock and balls went off like Chinese fireworks and he roared his satisfaction as wetness hit his stomach and chest and Gabriel filled him, shouting.

  * *
*

  He lay there, lax, as Gabriel untied his wrists and gently rubbed them where there were red rings; Jude had fought his bonds even as he embraced them.

  Hed bitten his lower lip until it bled, so Gabriel got up and brought back a wet cloth and pressed it to Judes mouth. He watched with heavy eyes as Gabriel took his softening penis and then he…

  “Oh!” Gabriel was licking him, taking his spend as if he wanted to eat it. The sight made Judes heartbeat drum again, and his cock stiffened a little—which hurt because he was unused to such congress and he felt raw and exposed and skinned alive.

  “Hold onto the bedding, Jude,” Gabriel warned him, and then he lifted Judes slender lower body in his big hands and put his mouth to where Jude was stretched and raw and…leaking. Gabriel was sucking his seed from Judes body.

  Jude groaned as his cock flexed, his hands fisted in the quilt. “Gabriel…”

  “You taste of me. I want it all, Jude!” Gabriel growled. His tongue soothed Jude, even as his actions forced him to arousal again. It hurt, but he couldnt deny Gabriel or himself. Maybe pain was always part of it. He didnt care because he needed it.

  When Gabriels mouth moved again to Judes cock, his eyes rolled back and he shot his spend, feet thrown wantonly over Gabriels shoulders.

  Gabriel climbed him on the bed and rubbed his wet penis against Judes lips. His body arched, and he splashed Judes mouth. He was warm and salty and there was too much so that he dripped from Judes lips, but then Gabriel collapsed over him, a heavy blanket, and he kissed Jude, tasting himself, sharing and then rubbing his cum into Judes skin like another mark.

  * * *

  “Im surprised you dont piss on me to mark your territory,” Jude rasped a thousand years later. He was stroking Gabriels back, and they were both damp and wrecked and sticking together.

  “Id rather brand you.”

  “Gabriel!”

  “Sorry, Im a little primitive about my boy,” he said, sitting up to stroke Judes

  hair from his eyes. Jude gripped him with his hands and legs. “I cant believe that was… I always imagined it would be—”

  “Youve helped bring babies into the world, so you should know better, Doc,” Gabriel said gently. “Fucking isnt pretty. It hurts sometimes and its raw, but you need it and you dont care.”

  “I didnt. Im sore now, but if you wanted me…”

  Gabriel groaned. “Dont tempt me, Doc. Im an old man.”

  “Says who? You have recovered from the illness you suffered from when we first met.”

  “I am almost forty years of age.”

  “Pish.”

  “And I believe knowing you will give me more gray hair.”

  Jude tugged some of it, and Gabriel slapped his hip. “Naughty.”

  “For you, yes,” Jude said in Gabriels ear. “I want you to use me again.”

  “Jude, youre too sore,” Gabriel said, and Jude knew by the tone of his voice that he would not win this battle. Gabriel nuzzled him. “I will give you what you need, but what you could use now is some time. Your lip is still bleeding. Besides, I have to check on your bear and Mouse.”

  Jude straightened. “Oh, yes.” He blinked and groped for his spectacles. “I try to look in on our patient once every two hours.”

  Gabriel climbed from the bed, and Judes breath eased out as he watched him, lean and tall, his muscles moving under silken skin, his beard shadow, his rumpled hair and damp pubic hair and sleeping sex that rested long against his thigh. He picked up a washcloth and rubbed it beneath his arms, and giving in to a primitive impulse, Jude left the bed and put his mouth to the damp tuft of exposed hair.

  “Jude…” Gabriel raised a brow.

  “Smells of you.” Jude licked through the thicket to warm skin.

  Gabriels breathing had picked up, and bronzed color touched his cheeks. Against his hip, he felt the rise of Gabriels body.

  He fell to his knees and mouthed Gabriel, worshipping him. He was big and hard, and Jude prodded his foreskin with his tongue, teasing the leaking slit. “I love this part of you,” Jude whispered. “I love that I had it inside me. I love to touch it and dream about it.”

  “I love you with my cock,” Gabriel said. He nudged in, lazily fucking Judes mouth. “My boy seeing to me the way he should.” His hands dug into Judes hair, holding him as he thrust in and out.

  Judes body hardened, and he whimpered when Gabriel rubbed at the open V of his legs with his knee. They continued, everything forgotten now but the way he needed Gabriel, who touched Jude back with a kind of insulting casualness that Jude loved.

  “Pull back,” Gabriel finally ordered, and when Jude did, hot cum hit his face, his chin and lips, dripping… But Gabriel wasnt done with him. He shoved him onto his back on the floor, and Jude gave like a pack wolf giving way for his leader.

  With the sole of his foot, Gabriel stroked Judes penis as Jude twisted and begged. “Sir, please.”

  “Come for me, Jude. Youre hot and wanton, and I want to see it. I want you on the floor at my feet with your legs open. If we were outside…” Gabriels voice lowered. “Id rub your face in the dirt.”

  “Sir,” Jude gasped, spurting on Gabriels foot, his arms above his head. He did not resist when Gabriel made him lick the spend from his foot, and after he was done, he licked his cock clean while Gabriel cradled his head and murmured softly to him.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Gabriel stirred under the double wedding ring quilt. Something had woken him. Some slight sound?

  Heart thudding, he looked up to see the soft starlight of early morning make the windows oblongs of softer dove gray. He sat up, eyes wide in the dark, feeling a prickling down his spine, like a rattlesnake had slithered over one of his boots.

  He glanced at Jude, sleeping with one limp hand over Gabriels waist, and immediately felt tenderness grip his throat.

  His lover.

  Gabriel was thirty-nine years of age, and no one, not even Jacob, the boy hed once loved—who by now might have married and had children had he lived; who knew?—had ever been Gabriels lover.

  Not the kind of lover a man took with his eyes wide open, aware of consequence, aware he would not sleep next to that slight body, feel that palm rest against his stomach, for more than a handful of days.

  He was no good for Jude. He could give him pleasure, but beyond that… Gabriel had lost his home so long ago hed also lost the habit of living in one place, of having roots, while Jude was still connected to Sylvan. The lives, the health of its inhabitants still weighed on him. But Gabriel was going to do something about that. Soon.

  He got out of bed and, nude, picked up one of his Colt Peacemakers and walked to the window, looked out through the rippling lace. The light was on in the lean-to, and again he felt that cold feather down his back.

  Some instinct pushed him down the stairs of the loft to the cabins porch, where he stood with the wind touching his hair, his bare body. His pulse raced as he hesitated, then finally moved forward.

  A slight sound. A whispering voice?

  Gun up, sweating, Gabriel reached the door for the lean-to, easing it open.

  “Mouse?” he whispered.

  A voice like waves rippling from a breeze. He saw the boy sitting in the corner, holding his throat.

  Gabriel frowned, prodded by spurs of unease. He reached for the lantern resting behind old feed sacks and hefted it, looking at Mouse, at the blood running through his webbed fingers, throat cut, eyes bulging…

  * * *

  Gabriel shot up in the bed. He leaned over the side, tears, sweat running down his face.

  Shit!

  Just like in his nightmare, Jude was sleeping, his face so young. He had cupped his body around Gabriels all night as if he craved his warmth.

  Gabriel scrubbed his upper lip and reached for his gun, headed down the stairs and out onto the porch, exactly as he had in the dream. When he looked over at the lean-to, he saw the amber red glow of the lantern.

  His chest kn
otted with dread, but his jaw tightened and he ran across the yard, throwing open the shed door to look inside.

  Mouse was in the same corner, but like Jude, he was asleep, curled up in his bedroll. The bear raised her head but didnt look alarmed at Gabriels sudden appearance. Instead she made a rumbling sound, and he knew she was already hungry.

  “Oh, Christ,” Gabriel whispered.

  He jumped when a slight hand touched his bare back. He looked over his shoulder to meet Judes worried eyes.

  Not wanting to disturb Mouse, he pushed back outside and then crushed Jude into his arms.

  “Gabriel.”

  Gabriel couldnt speak. His eyes burned with tears. Jude. Mouse. They were… He couldnt let anything happen to them. If it ever did, someone might as well just shoot him.

  “Bad dream?” Jude asked, cupping his cheek.

  Gabriel nodded, scrubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

  Jude reached up and caught some of the moisture. “Gabriel, you have a gentle heart.”

  Gabriel made a rough sound of disagreement.

  “As you like, but I know the truth.” Jude took his hand. “Somethings been worrying you.”

  Gabriel huffed out a breath, letting Jude lead him back to the cabin now that he knew Mouse was safe. It had only been a couple of hours since he and Jude had checked on the boy, but…

  “I found tracks up on the bald ridge to the north.” Gabriel nodded in the direction of the setting moon.

  Judes face tightened, and Gabriel thought he might have paled, his freckles, the same color as the hair that curled down to his shoulders, stark against his skin. “You think Smith is watching us?”

  “He wants you out of Sylvan,” Gabriel said. “Hell kill you if you go back.”

  Judes jaw bunched. He was bare chested but wearing his pants. He was so delicately built compared to Gabriel, his skin chilly under Gabriels arm. “I know but…”

  “But you intend to go back anyway,” Gabriel said.