All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  “Nope.” Micah kept his response short.

  Micah caught bits and pieces of the conversation that traveled around the table. Chris and Linc were telling Andrew that they had both signed up to take classes at NYU over the summer. Chris wanted to put his short-lived football career to use and try to find a job coaching if possible. Linc wanted to be a personal trainer and dietician. Micah certainly couldn’t argue with the career choices — both men were fit, fine and determined. They probably had zero body fat.

  Hearing Tristan’s name, both Micah and Gabe turned their attention to the other end of the table.

  “I swear Victor, it was hysterical —” Kory laughed “—Sal kept honking the horn and Tristan rounded on him, pointing his finger.”

  “I swear, if you honk that fucking horn one more time, I’ll feed you the steering wheel.” Jon gave a pretty spot on imitation of Tristan. Kory turned and kissed Jon on the cheek, still smiling at his boyfriend as he pulled back.

  Then something behind Micah caught Kory’s attention and the smile was replaced with an uncertain glare. “Hey, that’s Dusty. But who’s the blonde with him?” Jon asked.

  Kory said something in response but it was too low for Micah to hear. He and Jon stood and followed Dusty and his friend out. They had just exited the restaurant so Micah could still see them through the clear glass window. Everyone at the table got quiet, more interested in the four men than they were in their previous conversations. After a couple of minutes, Kory hugged Dusty before he waved then turned and walked out of view.

  “Who was that with Dusty?” Gabe asked when Jon and Kory took their seats again.

  “Dusty introduced him as his friend David, but he is so familiar. I swear I know him from somewhere; I just can’t place it.” Kory continued to stare out the window at the spot where Dusty stood not five minutes ago.

  “Yeah, I thought so too.” Jon nodded. “At least now we know what, or should I say who, has been keeping Dusty so busy.” Jon draped his arm over the back of Kory’s chair.

  A cop car pulled up to the curb as they all stood outside in front of the restaurant saying good bye. The lights flashed and the siren wailed just once and Micah flinched. “Uh… Jon, you think you can find out what your friend in the car with the loud siren and flashy lights wants?” Gabe joked.

  Right, Micah had forgotten Jon was an NYPD Detective. “No worries, sunshine, that’s our ride home,” Jon responded, his accent making Micah chuckle.

  “Okay, sunshine, I think you’ve had enough fun for one night.” Kory grabbed Jon by the arm and was dragging him toward the cop car.

  The window rolled down and the cop in the passenger seat pointed at Jon. “You puke in my car and I’m gonna kick your ass, you fucking mook.”

  “Damn, his accent is worse than Jon’s. And what the fuck is a mook?” Micah asked Linc.

  “Oh, this one I know.” Mattie raised his hand and the absolute absurdity of that action along with the three cops with their harsh Brooklyn accents that were at that very moment, cussing and nagging each other on the sidewalk in the rain while tourists looked on, combined with the alcohol had Micah doubled over laughing.

  They were halfway home when Mattie turned to face Micah, clapping his hands. “Oh, I almost forgot — a mook is someone that is stupid or incompetent.”

  “You mean like you? With your hand in the air, jumping up and down and shouting, Pick me! Pick me! In the middle of the damn street?” Gabe managed to choke the sentence out just before a fit of laughter had him falling sideways into Micah.

  Mattie turned and glared at them, only managing to look like a petulant child. Of course, this only made Gabe and Micah laugh that much harder.

  Chapter 8 | Inhibitions aside

  The weather was getting warmer so Victor, Andrew and Mattie decided to have everyone out to the house for one of their infamous get-togethers. It was still too cold to take out the boat or jet-skis like they originally hoped, but they had the heated pool cleaned and ready for anyone that wanted to swim. Gabe sat in one of the oversized lounge chairs by the pool watching Chris, Linc and Micah set up the volleyball net. Remembering the Labor Day BBQ when Gio was here at the house playing volleyball hit Gabe in the gut like a punch. His eyes quickly filled with tears and he fought to catch his breath before he started hyperventilating.

  Micah was by his side, his hand on Gabe’s shoulder in an instant. “Gabe, hey, what is it? What’s wrong?” The concern in Micah’s voice penetrated the fog. Gabe blinked a couple times, thankful that he was wearing sunglasses and didn’t feel any wetness dancing down his cheeks.

  “It’s… it’s nothing Micah.” Gabe tried to wave him off. “Go finish setting up the volleyball net.”

  Micah shook his head, his grip on Gabe’s shoulder tightening. “Not so fast. Talk to me Gabe, what happened just now?”

  Gabe sighed, letting his head fall onto the back of the lounge chair. He turned his head without lifting it to stare at Micah, offering him a sad smile. “Gio,” he whispered. Micah gave him a questioning look. “The last time I remember seeing the volleyball net, Gio was here and he was playing with the guys.”

  “Oh Gabe, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Do you want me to tell them to take it down?”

  Gabe shook his head quickly, “No Micah, I’ll be okay. It’s just every now and then, I see something or something happens and it reminds me of him. I don’t know if that will ever go away. Honestly, I don’t know if I want it to go away. The memory, I mean. I could do without the sucker-punch to my gut, the sadness and the tears. But remembering him keeps him alive in a small way, you know?”

  “Yeah, I do know. Tell me about that day, the day you’re remembering.” Micah got comfortable on the lounger next to Gabe and waited patiently, giving Gabe all the time he needed to collect his thoughts.

  “It was a beautiful day; everyone was here and we played volleyball, took the boat and the jet-skis out while Victor cooked on the grill. I was so happy that day, Gio and I had just got back together a couple weeks before. We had broken up for a while because he came out here one day to surprise me and walked in on me and Dusty shooting a scene.” Gabe frowned at the memory.

  Micah whistled low. “That could not have been comfortable.”

  Gabe laughed, shaking his head. “No, it really wasn’t. I mean, he knew what I did — I never hid it, but knowing and seeing, well that is two entirely different things. When it was all said and done he told me he loved me and didn’t want to lose me and he knew it wasn’t fair for him to give me an ultimatum. But he just couldn’t be with me if I was going to continue to work in front of the camera. Victor offered me the job as a producer and editor the next day.”

  “And I do not regret decision.” Victor startled them both as he came around the other side of the lounger Gabe sat on. Victor knelt down next to Gabe and gently cupped his cheek. “Are you being okay?”

  Gabe was so overwhelmed with everything: memories of Gio, Victor, Micah… it was all just too much and he broke down. Victor wrapped Gabe up in his arms and held him while he soaked the man’s shirt with tears.

  Micah saw Chris and Linc walking toward them out of the corner of his eye, Chris clearing his throat when they were close enough to be heard without shouting. “Micah, what’s going on?”

  Gabe pulled back, wiping his eyes with his hands, then his nose with the sleeve of his shirt. “Gross,” Micah and Linc said, and Gabe laughed, laying his head back again and holding his stomach like it hurt.

  “Thank you guys so much for always being here for me. Especially this past year. I don’t think I would have survived Gio’s death alone,” Gabe told them.

  “He was a good man,” Chris said, sitting down on the foot of Micah’s lounger.

  “Wicked good at volleyball,” Linc said, sitting at on Gabe’s lounger.

  Gabe managed a small smile, an even smaller laugh. “Yes, he was.” While it was still a little hard to sit and listen to his friends talk about that party, talk about Gio, Gab
e felt lighter than he had in days. Well, I guess Mom was right. Sometimes all you need is a good cry. The thought made Gabe smile.

  Micah opted out of playing volleyball in the end, wanting to stick close to Gabe in case he had another mini meltdown. The tension in Gabe’s body eased a little more with each passing hour as he and Micah sat perched on a couple of loungers by the pool. Andrew and Chris dragged one of the tables over close to them for people to sit, eat and talk when they weren’t playing volleyball or horse-shoes.

  Gabe nursed a beer for the first hour, until Mattie brought out a tray with all the ingredients for bloody marys. Gabe decided to let his hair down, so to speak, and just enjoy the company of his friends. The problem with that was the gradual loss of his inhibitions coupled with the close proximity of one sexy-as-hell former soldier. After the second bloody mary, Gabe caught himself leaning closer, wanting to map out every tattoo on Micah’s body with his tongue.

  Drunk bitch, get a hold of yourself!

  Delicious red concoction number three was a blur, Gabe blinking his way out to the backyard, perched on the end of Micah’s lounger. Turning sideways, Gabe let his eyes travel the length of Micah’s lean body, up to a pair of gorgeous amber eyes that were trained on him. One corner of Micah’s mouth lifted slowly, drawing Gabe’s eyes to his lips. His head snapped up when Micah cleared his throat. “You okay there, Gabe?”

  “Huh? What? Yeah, fine!” Gabe didn’t even recognize the shrill tone of his own voice answering Micah’s question.

  Mattie disappeared into the house with the remnants of the bloody mary tray after Gabe whined until he was given a fourth glass, painting a frown on his pretty face when he saw that it was only half-full. When Gabe circled the inner rim of the glass with his tongue, trying to get every last drop of the spicy drink, Micah barked out a laugh and stood.

  “Okay, I think you’re done for the night.” He snatched the glass out of Gabe’s hand.

  “Hey,” Gabe protested, shrieking when Micah jerked him up, squealing when he almost fell back down onto the chair. Micah wrapped both arms around Gabe, under his arms, trying to steady his friend on his feet.

  “I think it’s time to get you to bed,” Micah chuckled.

  Gabe bit his bottom lip to stop the first thought that popped into his head from forming actual words. Only if you join me!

  ***

  Once they were in the house, Micah climbed the stairs behind Gabe, heading up to their rooms to crash. Gabe was giggling and kept tripping up the stairs so Micah took pity on him, ducking under him and letting his tipsy friend use his body to hold himself up.

  “Shhhhh.” Gabe held a finger over his lips as he made the sound. “Don’t wake Mom and Dad, and Dad,” he said as they passed Victor, Andrew and Mattie’s room.

  Micah shook his head and snorted. “You, my friend, cannot hold your liquor.”

  “I’d rather hold you.” Gabe’s words were slurred, but Micah understood the meaning. Any other time, if Gabe were to say that to Micah, he would probably jump for joy. But right now, with a bloodstream that was half alcohol, Micah shrugged the words off.

  Gabe dove face-first onto his bed, laughing, then rolled over and pulled his shoes off, tossing them toward Micah. Rather than have the shoes bang against the wall or floor, Micah caught them, setting them gently down on the floor. He couldn’t help but laugh when he looked up and saw Gabe having a wrestling match with the comforter.

  “You’re a goddamn hot mess tonight, aren’t you?” Micah pulled the comforter down and waited for Gabe to shove his legs in, then pulled it up to just under his neck. “Night Gabe.”

  Micah would reflect on what happened next in great detail in the coming weeks. Hovering over Gabe, he couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss his forehead when he told Gabe goodnight. And then, rather than straightening and leaving the room, he lingered, his eyes caught in Gabe’s icy blue gaze. Gabe jerked one arm out from under the cover and reached up, grabbing Micah by the back of the neck and pulling him down so hard that he fell over onto the bed, on top of Gabe.

  Micah gasped when he felt Gabe’s lips on his and Gabe took the opportunity to push his tongue into Micah’s mouth. The groan could have come from either one of them, perhaps even both. Micah tried to pull away, but Gabe was far stronger than Micah would have thought. He had wrapped both arms around Micah’s neck and was holding on for dear life while he mapped out Micah’s mouth in great detail with his tongue.

  Realizing he would die without proper oxygen, Micah managed to pull away, gasping for air. His head spun, whether from the oxygen deprivation or all the blood in his body rushing to his dick, Micah didn’t know. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, an unspoken but clearly evident need mirrored in their gazes.

  Micah stood and put some distance between him and Gabe. “Fuck, Gabe, I’m sorry. I… just… goodnight.” Micah was stammering. He turned to leave but the spry little pixie jumped out of his bed and grabbed Micah by the hand, jerking him around.

  “Oh no you don’t.” Gabe fisted Micah’s T-shirt in his hands and pulled him down for another kiss. The harder Micah fought to get free, the tighter Gabe held on. He climbed up Micah’s body, wrapping his legs around Micah’s trim waist, his arms snaking around Micah’s neck. The added and unexpected weight caused Micah to topple forward and they were back on the bed.

  Gabe was wrapped around him like a spider monkey, holding on tight. Micah attempted one last time to pull away, to tell Gabe that this was a very bad idea. Gabe bit his bottom lip then ran his tongue over the stinging flesh, pausing just a mere few seconds before diving back into the warmth of Micah’s mouth. There was only so much any sane man could take before he buckled under pressure. When Gabe grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted, Micah sat up and jerked it off, tossing it to the floor before laying his body back over Gabe and taking his mouth again.

  They rutted against each other, moaning and panting while their tongues danced together, slowly, sensually. Micah ran his hand up under Gabe’s shirt, tweaking his nipple and pulling a low groan from the lithe body beneath him. Trailing downward, Micah slowly traced the lines of Gabe’s abdomen, then his hip bone, his fingers gliding back and forth just beneath the waist of Gabe’s shorts.

  “Fuck, Micah, please… touch me,” Gabe begged. Micah paused briefly, once again considering if either of them were in the right frame of mind to continue. Any ability Micah had to form a thought frayed and broke when Gabe pushed Micah’s hand into his pants. As soon as Micah’s fingers wrapped around the hard flesh of Gabe’s cock, he cried out and bowed up off the bed.

  Micah stroked him slowly to start, leaning back and watching as Gabe writhed beneath him. His eyes shut tight, a look of satisfaction on his beautiful face. His long, blonde hair fanned out underneath his head, making Gabe look like a debauched angel. In a matter of minutes, Gabe was coming unglued, shoving up into Micah’s grip faster and faster. Gabe reached up and grabbed Micah, pulling him down into a blistering kiss, screaming into Micah’s mouth as his cock erupted and his entire body shook.

  Micah had a minute to feel like a tool as all conscious thought came slamming back into him in, realizing he was probably the first person for Gabe since Gio. His blood ran cold and his semi-hard dick went limp at the realization. Before he could move or say anything he was flipped onto his back and Gabe stood, jerking Micah’s pants and boxers down, tossing them over his shoulder. “Gabe, you don’t…”

  Gabe pointed a finger at him. “Shut your face, Micah.”

  Micah lay back on the bed, closing his eyes and trying to work past the fog in his brain caused by a half-naked, writhing Gabe as he came apart in Micah’s arms. He slowly lifted his head and looked down when he felt a warm, wet tongue trailing up the inside of his thigh. He opened his mouth to speak, to tell Gabe to stop, but the sneaky little sex kitten wrapped his lips around Micah’s cock and any rational thought that could have possibly remained, flew right out the fucking window.

  ***
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  Micah’s head felt fuzzy, his mouth was dry, and someone was softly snoring. He blinked against the sunlight streaming into the room and the first thing Micah noticed was that he wasn’t in his room. The soft snores behind him made Micah look over his shoulder to find a still sound asleep Gabe wrapped around him from behind. The previous night came back to him in a rush. Helping Gabe to his room, kissing him then jacking him off only to be rewarded with what just might have been the best blow job Micah had ever received.

  Trying to wiggle away from the warm body behind him, Micah blushed when he realized they were both naked. A million things went through his mind, but Micah pushed everything aside, concentrating on the only two things that truly mattered to him in the big scheme of things. Would Gabe be upset? Would Tristan? He felt Gabe move behind him then heard the cutest yawn. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound, he thought, rolling over to face Gabe.

  Gabe was already awake and watching him. Micah smiled. There was a small part of Micah that wanted to apologize for taking advantage, no matter how much he had enjoyed what they shared. But a larger part of him, the part that had been longing for Gabe pretty much since day one gave Micah the courage to run his hand up along the length of Gabe’s arm, stopping with his hand resting on Gabe’s cheek. “Morning.”