All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  Micah faced him, lips drawn into a thin line, brow furrowed. “Since I lost my leg,” he whispered. Tristan’s gaze bore into him and held Micah, rendering him unable to move or look away, unable to blink. Until the spell was broken as Tristan’s eyes drifted downward, focusing solely on Micah’s lips. Involuntarily almost, Micah licked his lips, his mouth suddenly so dry he felt parched. So briefly, that if Micah hadn’t been looking at Tristan’s face he would have missed it, his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared.

  When his eyes were on Micah once again, there was a hunger in them Micah hadn’t seen in any other man besides Gabe in years. His body began moving, seemingly of its own volition, closer to Tristan. They were mere inches apart, a kiss in their very near future, when Gabe came out of the bathroom. Micah pulled back just as Gabe came into the kitchen. “I’m exhausted; which couch do you want, Micah?”

  “Doesn’t matter.” Micah trailed his hand over the handle bars, stopping when he got to Tristan’s hand, still wrapped around one of the grips. Micah slowly lifted his head to find Tristan staring at him still. He could hear Gabe still talking across the room, but just then, all his focus was on Tristan’s deep, blue eyes and his hand that now rested on Micah’s. The man’s eyes made Micah feel naked and exposed — the way Tristan looked at him was so intense. Micah had to look away. He pulled his hand back, “Can I use your shower?” he asked.

  “Be my guest.” Tristan pointed up the stairs. Micah climbed them as fast as he could on one shaking leg and one made of metal. He stopped just inside the room, looking around. It was literally just one large room. A king-sized bed sat on the wall in front of him, low to the ground, with two long end tables on either side. The floor and the wall that the bed was on were wood and there was a spacious closet with black paneled doors.

  Micah headed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Dropping his backpack on the floor, he turned the shower on, setting the temp and stripping down before he climbed in and sighed. It felt amazing, and helped to ease some of the tension that had set into his shoulders. He had no idea how long he was in there, but he stood in the shower trying hard not to think about the two men on the other side of the door until the water ran cold.

  Continuing to take his time, Micah brushed his teeth, re-attached his blade then threw on his sweats and a T-shirt before leaving the bathroom. Tristan stood and walked toward him as soon as the door was open; he had been sitting at the foot of his bed. Micah stood frozen in the doorway, the only light in the room coming from the bathroom behind him. Tristan didn’t stop until he was standing right in front of Micah, so close in fact, that Micah had to look up to look into those blue eyes that were still staring at him intently. Those fucking eyes would be his undoing.

  They said each other’s name at the same time then laughed softly. Micah tore his gaze away from Tristan’s face when Tristan reached for his hand. He stared down as Tristan joined their fingers together, his much larger hand swallowing Micah’s. With his other hand, Tristan reached around behind Micah and pulled him close, leaving no space between their bodies. Micah trembled in Tristan’s arms, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Tristan’s chest, wrapping his arm around his waist.

  “Tristan, what are we doing here?” Micah whispered.

  “Will you look at me Micah, please?” Micah slowly lifted his head, amber eyes meeting blue. Tristan brought both hands up to Micah’s face. “This is what we are doing here.” And then Tristan’s lips were on his. This kiss started out languid and slow, both men content with just the simple touch at the moment. When Tristan ran his tongue over the seam of Micah’s lips, he groaned, and Tristan took the opportunity to slide his tongue into the warmth of Micah’s mouth. They groaned in unison, Micah pushing himself higher, standing on the tip of his toes and the tip of his blade trying to get closer to Tristan.

  The fire in Micah’s gut started to grow hotter, as did the kiss. Tristan turned his head to the side, deepening the kiss and tightened his hold on Micah. They were dangerously close to crossing a line, the same line Micah and Gabe crossed not so very long ago. Micah gasped and jerked back. What the fuck was he thinking, up here making out with Tristan while Gabe slept downstairs? The lust fueled part of Micah’s brain wanted Gabe in between them, the reasonable side telling Micah he needed to take it down a notch before Gabe came upstairs and saw them.

  “Sorry.” Tristan whispered. When Micah looked up Tristan’s eyes were closed and he had this serene look on his face. Micah grinned before he could stop himself.

  “Don’t be; it’s just not a good time for this, not right now.” Micah spoke softly. Extricating himself from Tristan’s strong grip, Micah grabbed his backpack off the bathroom counter and turned to head back downstairs. He paused, turned back and kissed Tristan one last time, just a soft peck, then headed back down the stairs, slowly.

  Micah was exhausted, both mentally and physically. Unwilling to chance a nightmare or tossing and turning and keeping Gabe awake, he took a sleeping pill to be on the safe side. Rinsing the glass and setting it in the drain, Micah took his time walking back to the couch, looking at the pictures on the walls, books on the shelves and pulling out the photo album on the bottom shelf of the coffee table.

  The album was large and heavy, chronicling Tristan’s life from birth until the previous Easter. Micah smiled, running his fingers over an image of Tristan with his brother Jon and Kory: they were wearing tacky Christmas sweaters and grinning like mad in the picture; Kory was holding a pack of condoms up with one hand, pointing at them with the other. Micah knew there had to be a hilarious story that went with the image. Perhaps he would ask Kory the next time he saw him.

  Micah knew his Ambien was kicking in when he felt a little light-headed so he placed the album back under the table and stretched out on the sofa, falling asleep within just a few minutes.

  ***

  Gabe lay as still as possible with his back to the room, staring at the threads that ran through the soft leather of the couch. He thought to roll over and ask Micah what the hell that was about, ask him why he was kissing Tristan. He knew full well that he had no claim on Micah. It was he, in fact, who had told Micah they were just friends. But walking up the stairs and seeing Micah in Tristan’s arms, the two of them kissing and moaning — it was a punch to the gut.

  It was stupid and juvenile, Gabe knew that, but it pained him nonetheless. The longer Gabe laid there, the more his anger dissipated and morphed into frustration and curiosity. The room had fallen silent long ago aside from Micah’s level breathing, telling Gabe he had fallen asleep. Quietly, Gabe rolled over and watched Micah sleep, remembering waking up with him that morning after they’d had such an erotic encounter the night before. Just the memory of Micah holding him, touching him and staring down at Gabe like he was the most precious thing in the world made Gabe’s groin tingle.

  The man was simply breathtaking. The tattoos Micah had covering more than half of his skin, deliberately placed to cover scars Micah carried from the war, presented the man as a living, breathing, walking work of art. Gabe knew that Micah still struggled with that time, with losing his leg. As far as he was concerned though, Micah was one of the strongest men he knew. He faced his demons and found a way to survive. Gabe wanted Micah not only in his life, but in his bed and it scared the shit out of him.

  Admitting that out loud, giving those thoughts and words a voice, would mean forever ending his relationship with Gio. Gabe was under no illusion that Gio was coming back to him, but entering into a relationship with someone else would cut that final thread that still wove Gabe and Gio together. Hell, he still hadn’t followed through with Tristan’s suggestion and offer to help Gabe clean out the storage unit where everything went when the condo was sold.

  Thinking about Tristan only confused Gabe even more. The man had gone above and beyond any type of doctor/patient relationship long ago. And yet, he never crossed that invisible line that Gabe felt certain Tristan had jumped rope on a time or two
. Lingering glances, soft touches and gentle grazes had been shared. Nothing close to what he and Micah had shared, but Gabe knew without any doubt, Tristan would willingly climb into Gabe’s bed, given the chance. Or so he thought, until tonight, until he saw that kiss.

  Laying there in the dark, listening to Micah breathe, Gabe remembered how his body looked leaning into Tristan, the bigger man’s strong arms holding Micah upright. And the way they moaned as the kiss deepened and became so much more than just a test, more like a promise, it was sexy as hell. If Gabe were honest with himself, he would realize the ache he felt in his chest at seeing them was more longing to be included than actual pain.

  Sighing, Gabe rolled onto his back and pulled the covers up to his neck. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Damn baby, I still miss you so much,” Gabe whispered. “I wish you were here so I could talk to you. You would know what to do 2014 you always did.” Eventually, Gabe fell into a fitful sleep.

  Gabe lifted the hood over his head then shoved his gloved hands into the pocket of his coat. “Jesus, it’s cold for this time of year,” he said more to himself than to anyone that might be walking by. Rounding the corner, he saw Gio standing on the sidewalk looking around, a huge smile stretching across his face when he spotted Gabe walking toward him.

  Gabe ate up the distance between them in seconds, almost throwing himself into Gio’s arms. “Whoa,” Gio said with a chuckle.

  Gabe wrapped both arms around his lover, inhaling his woodsy scent. “I missed you so much.” Gabe’s words were muffled by the material of Gio’s jacket. He ran his hands down Gabe’s back and leaned down, kissing the top of Gabe’s forehead.

  “I’ll always be with you, babe,” Gio said, stepping back but not letting go of Gabe.

  Gabe opened his mouth to ask Gio what he meant by that statement but was cut off by the man, himself. “Let’s go see this house you love so much.” Gio cocked his head toward the brownstone.

  Gabe wrapped his arm around Gio’s, gladly following him up the stairs and into the home. The door opened as they climbed the steps and Gabe waited for the realtor to appear, but there was no one there. Then once they were inside and the door closed behind them, Gabe looked around, frowning. “This isn’t the condo we wanted, Gio…”

  “It’s perfect Gabriel, just perfect. Not too big, not too small, cozy. And the third floor can be his office.” Gio pulled Gabe toward the living room.

  “Wait Gio, why are we here? Whose office?” Gabe was so confused. He didn’t know this place. This wasn’t the condo they had picked out. Wait, looking around Gabe realized he and Gio were in the brownstone, the house he looked at with Tristan and Gabe. He turned to ask Gio again, why they were here, but found himself alone.

  “Gio? Gio?!” Running from room to room, up the stairs then back down, Gabe fell onto the bottom step and covered his face with his hands, crying. “Gio, please, don’t leave me alone again. Please, I need you.”

  Gabe’s head shot up when he heard a soft laugh; it sounded like the soft chime of a bell. “Gio?” He stood and looked around again, sighing when he felt those familiar arms circle his waist from behind.

  “You’ll never be alone Gabriel. I’ll always be here, in your heart and in your memory.” Gio’s voice sounded so far away.

  “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?” Gabe asked.

  “Yes. It was the only way I could talk to you, to tell you it was okay, to tell you it’s time to let me go.”

  “No.” Gabe choked on a sob.

  Gio, his angel, his ghost — whatever it was ignored Gabe’s choked out word. “Now you have to open your heart to them, you have to let them love you Gabriel, then you won’t be sad anymore.”

  Gabe spun around to face Gio. “Them? Baby, what… who are you talking about?”

  “The doctor and the soldier, don’t you feel it, Gabe? The three of you are already woven together, and yet, you all fight it so hard.”

  Gabe opened his mouth to protest, silenced by Gio’s lips as he bent and kissed him. It was gentle and full of warmth and love. Gabe stood still, eyes still closed as Gio pulled away from him. “I have to go now, just remember, I will always be with you Gabriel. I will always love you.”

  Chapter 13 | Moving on

  “Wake up, Gabe, come on, wake up.” Gabe jerked away, arms and legs flailing. “Easy, it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

  “Gio?” Gabe whispered, eyes too blurry with unspent tears to see clearly.

  “Oh god Gabe, no, it’s Tristan.” He tried to pull Gabe’s body close, to hold him, but Gabe jerked away and curled into a ball, sobbing. Tristan sat on the coffee table rubbing his back and whispering calming words, just waiting and letting Gabe cry it all out.

  “Wha… what’s… going on?” Micah asked, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. “Tristan, what are you… Gabe, he’s crying.” Micah sat up and hobbled over to the other couch on one leg, not even bothering to attach his blade. “Gabe, what’s wrong?” Micah’s voice was frantic.

  He reached for Gabe only to have his hands knocked away. “Go away!” Gabe’s muffled cry broke Micah’s heart.

  “Yeah, that’s not happening.” Tristan said.

  Micah looked to Tristan. “What happened?”

  “He was dreaming about Gio.” Tristan responded, never taking his eyes off Gabe’s shaking body.

  “Damn. And I thought I owned the monopoly on nightmares.” Micah said with a humorless laugh.

  “I think it was a good dream though. He didn’t get upset until he realized I wasn’t Gio.” Tristan told him.

  Tristan reached for Gabe again, trying to roll him over to face them. “Gabe…”

  “I said go away!” Gabe shouted, jerking away from Tristan.

  “And I said no.” Tristan didn’t shout, but his tone left no room for debate. He patted Gabe’s shoulder before gently pulling him out of the ball he was twisted into, making Gabe look at him and Micah.

  “Tell us, please.” Micah prodded.

  Gabe said he had to use the bathroom so Tristan started a pot of coffee and brought three bottles of water out to the living room. When Gabe wandered back in about fifteen minutes later, Tristan and Micah sat on opposite ends of the couch, coffee in hand, watching him warily.

  Gabe chuckled, stepping past Tristan and sitting down in between the two of the, grabbing the cup of coffee that sat untouched in front of him.

  “I’m okay now,” he said, taking a sip from the cup.

  “Gabe, please tell us what that was all about,” Micah begged.

  Gabe sat, sipping his coffee and staring off at nothing for a long while. Tristan was about to prod him again when Gabe finally spoke. “It was cold and raining and Gio was there at the brownstone, waiting for me.” Gabe smiled at the memory of the big smile Gio afforded him as he came around the corner in his dream.

  “I don’t understand Gabe, how…” Micah was about to ask him how Gio could be at the brownstone when he had been dead for the better part of a year, long before they ever looked at the brownstone. Tristan caught his eyes over Gabe’s head, mouthing the word no and shaking his head.

  “Sorry, you were saying?” Micah let it drop.

  “I know what you were going to say Micah, I’m not stupid. How could Gio be at the brownstone when he’s dead? I don’t know you guys, but it felt so fucking real.” Gabe sat his cup down on the coffee table, burying his head in his hands again.

  “Shhhhh, it’s okay, take your time.” Tristan rubbed Gabe’s back, trying to calm him.

  Gabe finally calmed long enough to tell them about the dream, leaving out the part where Gio basically gave Gabe his blessing to move on with the two men that now sat on either side of him, each holding one of his hands in theirs. Tristan sent Gabe off to shower while he and Micah cooked breakfast. He paused at the top of the stairs, visions of watching Tristan and Micah kissing, their bodies entwined in a graceful silhouette in the sharp focus of the light from the bathroom, flooding his mind.

  A laugh from downstairs had Ga
be squatting on the stairs. He could just see into the kitchen through a small gap between the ceiling and the stairwell. Micah was cutting ham and vegetables while Tristan whisked a large bowl of eggs. They were smiling and laughing, but Gabe couldn’t hear clearly what they were saying. Sighing, he stood and took the top two steps at once, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

  Micah winced at the loud bang. Tristan laid a hand on his shoulder, calming him instantly. He looked up at Tristan, wondering exactly when they had arrived at a place where just Tristan’s touch could calm his raw nerves. Once the veggies and ham were chopped, eggs beaten with salt, pepper, garlic and cheese Tristan pulled out a large pan and started the first omelet.

  Micah hauled himself up onto the counter. “Do you think he’s upset about the dream? Or is it possible he saw us kissing last night?”

  Tristan looked at Micah over his shoulder, shaking his head. “I think that if he had seen us, he would have said something.”