All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  Admitting defeat, Micah reached for Gabe, holding him by his slender hips. Gabe’s head lulled to the side, eyes closed tight, mouth open, allowing small, panting breaths to escape. Micah watched as Gabe’s fingers disappeared into his body a couple more times. Then Gabe was reaching for the bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount into the palm of his hand. Micah fought to keep his eyes open while Gabe fisted his weeping cock, wanting to imprint every second of this moment to his memory.

  Gabe sat on his knees, scooting up until he hovered over Micah’s cock. Ramrod-straight, it sat, inching toward the welcoming heat of Gabe’s body. He held Gabe by the hips, grip so tight there was no way it wouldn’t leave bruises. Gabe lowered himself slowly, encasing Micah’s throbbing cock in one, slick motion, both men crying out in the empty room. There was something niggling at the back of Micah’s mind, just beyond his grasp. He tried so very hard to concentrate. When Gabe lifted up, leaving only the head of Micah’s cock wrapped in the warmth of his channel, Micah jerked, eyes wide.

  “Gabe, I’m not wearing a condom!” Micah tried to shove Gabe off, but the deceptively strong little nymph tightened his thighs around Micah’s hips, leaning forward and nipping at Micah’s bottom lip.

  “I haven’t had sex in almost a year Micah. And you know how rigid Victor is about testing. I’m clean. You’re clean. Now shut the fuck up and fuck me!”

  Micah finally succumbed to the pleasure he had been fighting, laying back and letting Gabe use him however he wanted. Their combined moans and groans, occasional shouts, Gabe begging Micah to fuck him harder, faster… it was a symphony of pleasure and pain. Gabe’s knees were close to bleeding from the frantic pace he had set up, riding Micah like it was the last time he would ever be loved by a man again.

  It felt amazing, but the angle wasn’t working; Micah couldn’t get any leverage to thrust up with Gabe unintentionally holding his blade leg down. There was no way he was stopping now, though. Micah was going to enjoy every last thrust, because he felt certain once the fog lifted from Gabe’s brain, he would regret what they were doing. His thrusts faltered briefly with that thought, but Micah pushed himself up and flipped their bodies, putting Gabe on his back on the floor underneath him.

  He slammed into Gabe hard and fast, his body moving up a couple of inches with every thrust, until his head hit the bedframe. “Aaaaarrrghgh, oh god, yes, Micah, please harder. HARDER!” Gabe was screaming and shouting, clawing at Micah’s chest, unable to get a good hold since they were both drenched with sweat.

  He came unglued underneath Micah and it was the single most beautiful thing Micah had ever seen. Gabe’s long hair was a tangled mess, falling into his face and over his shoulders. He raked his nails down Micah’s back causing Micah to flinch and growl, thrusting even harder and making them both scream. Gabe’s body went rigid underneath him seconds before his cock erupted, covering them both with spatters of come.

  He pulled Micah down for a blistering kiss that was rough and wanton all at the same time. Micah felt his balls tighten and jerked back, pulling out and shooting all over Gabe’s chest, his body shaking and spasming in the wake of one of the best orgasms he could ever remember having.

  He managed to jerk sideways before his body fell limp, landing on his back next to Gabe. They both lay there, quiet after they managed to catch their breath. Micah lifted up and rolled to his side, looking down at Gabe. The tears in Gabe’s eyes were like a knife to the heart. Micah sighed, cupping Gabe’s cheek in his hand. “Dammit Gabe, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  Gabe managed a watery smile. “For what Micah? You only did what I asked you… hell, forced you to do.”

  “Then why the tears?” Micah asked, confused.

  “I think that was the final nail in the coffin of Gabriel and Giovanni,” Gabe whispered.

  Micah kissed him then, just a chaste peck. Gone was the dueling friction from their previous kisses. “Do you want me to stay? Or go?” Micah asked. No malice, just concern.

  “Please stay,” Gabe said softly.

  They were weak and trembling in the wake of such frantic sex, bodies going cold from the chill in the room mixing with their still sweat-soaked skin. Gabe pulled himself up onto his bed, bringing Micah with him. Micah lay on his back, holding Gabe close and letting him cry, comforting him with his touch and presence.

  The morning after was reminiscent of the morning Micah had shared with Gabe not so very long ago at the house in Mamaroneck: Micah waking with Gabe curled up behind him, rolling over to face him and laughing at the now familiar scowl. “Damn, I knew you’d regret last night in the morning light.”

  Gabe smacked Micah on the shoulder, hard. “Ow,” Micah shouted.

  “I don’t regret it Micah, it’s just…”

  “Just what, Gabe?”

  “We probably shouldn’t have, but I can’t bring myself to regret last night any more than I can bring myself to regret the only other time we were there for each other. I... I love you, Micah.” Micah’s eyes went wide. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t quite form any actual words.

  This time Gabe laughed. “I’m serious Micah. But I don’t think I am in love with you. At least not yet, but I could be. What concerns me is the feeling that there is something missing.”

  Micah nodded. “Yeah, I feel the same. For me it could just be this therapy and the move and trying to claim control over my life again. Do you think for you, it’s Gio?”

  Gabe shook his head. “No, not really; well, maybe a little. I mean, he will always be a part of me. No, it’s something else I can’t put a name to just yet. It’s like there’s a shadow here, between us, a missing piece that needs to be filled if we’re going to take this beyond casual.”

  Gabe leaned down and kissed Micah tenderly before he turned to climb out of the bed and Micah gasped — there were angry red skid marks running up and down the length of Gabe’s back.

  “What?” Gabe shrieked. He stood, flinching at the soreness in his legs, arms and ass. That’s when Micah saw the same angry red marks on Gabe’s knees. Gabe ran into the bathroom, shrieking again when he saw his reflection in the mirror. “Good lord, I look like I’ve been mauled by a fucking tiger,” he shouted.

  Micah climbed out of bed, his blade leg stiff. He had fallen asleep without removing it; his leg always penalized him the following day when he forgot and slept in it. Skipping across the floor, he made his way to the bathroom. Gabe’s back looked far worse under the harsh lighting in the room.

  Gabe’s eyes met Micah’s in the mirror and he blushed — it was adorable. Micah puckered his lips to stop from smiling or laughing. “I’m going to go shower; you should do the same. Then I’ll hunt down the first aid supplies and we’ll lather you up with some Neosporin, okay?” Gabe nodded.

  Micah took his time in the shower, letting the warm water soothe his aching muscles. Flashes from the night before, remembering how good Gabe felt wrapped around him made Micah’s cock twitch. He ignored it, rinsing the soap from his hair before climbing out and wrapping a towel around his waist. He wiped the steam off the mirror so he could see to shave, then ran some gel through his hair. It was getting too long to manage; he would have to get it cut soon.

  Downstairs he ran the Keurig and hunted down the Neosporin, grabbing the Bacitracin as well, knowing it would help numb the pain. He held the two cups by the handles in one hand, the first aid supplies in the other, and headed back up to the second floor to doctor Gabe. The water was still running when he stepped into the room, which was odd. Gabe should have been done, not to mention there was no way the water was still even remotely warm.

  Micah sat the cups on the dresser, calling out to Gabe. “Hey, you okay in there? When he turned to look into the bathroom, locks of long blonde hair littering the floor caught Micah off-guard. He took the few steps between the dresser and the bathroom quicker than his leg liked. Gabe’s long, beautiful, blonde hair was scattered all over the floor, sink and toilet. There was a pair of scissors laying on the
cabinet with several strands still stuck in the tiny blades.

  “Gabe?” Micah’s eyes darted around the bathroom. He jumped when Gabe jerked the shower curtain open.

  Gabe stepped out of the shower, running his fingers through what was now short, butchered hair, smiling. He leaned forward, shaking his head like a dog that had just come in from the rain, sending sprays of water all over Micah’s dry clothing.

  “What the fuck did you do to your hair?” Micah was dumfounded.

  Gabe, still naked, walked over and stood in front of Micah, reaching up and closing Micah’s gaping mouth. He giggled. “It’s okay; I’ve been thinking about doing something different for a while. It’s all very” — Gabe waved his hands in the air, head cocked to the side, trying to find the right word — “cathartic. I’m okay Micah, I promise.”

  He pushed past Micah disappearing into his massive closet, reappearing in shorts, pulling a T-shirt over his head. Micah didn’t move from where he still stood in the doorway of the bathroom, shoulders tense, watching Gabe like he might go postal at any moment. Gabe grabbed one of the cups of coffee, took a swig, and left Micah standing there, open mouthed, as he headed downstairs, whistling.

  Chapter 17 | Decisions

  After breakfast, Micah helped Gabe box up everything of Gio’s that he didn’t want to keep —they carried it all down to the garage to be donated. He kept some pictures, a glass jar full of marbles, some of the vinyl and a threadbare hoodie that was two sizes too big. Gabe seemed content to leave his hair scattered around his bathroom, so Micah got the broom and dust pan and cleaned it up.

  Gabe called Colton and invited him and his boyfriend Tony over for lunch, knowing that Colton would take one look at his butcher-block hair and immediately fix it. Colton was a jack-of-all-trades, including washing, waxing, bleaching and trimming. Micah held the door open for Colton and Tony to come in, taking their jackets and hanging them in the small closet by the front door. He barely managed to stifle his laugh when Colton shrieked as soon as he saw Gabe’s hair.

  “Gabriel, oh my god, what in the hell happened to your hair?” Colton circled him with wide eyes, reaching up to touch Gabe’s hair, then jerking his hand back and frowning. “Who did this? You tell me and I will have their license jerked right out from underneath them. This is unacceptable.” Colton glared at Gabe’s butchered hair with disdain, his hands on his hips.

  Tony laughed, following Micah past the two twinks chirping in the dining room. Micah grabbed a couple of beers, twisting the caps off and handing one to Tony.

  “I did it,” Gabe told Colton with a proud grin on his face.

  Colton froze, eyes going wide. “Why… Now don’t get me wrong love, you would be beautiful bald, but why in the hell would you do this to yourself?”

  Tony rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Show me the house Micah; these two won’t even miss us.” Micah laughed and led the way toward the back of the house with Tony following.

  It took all of fifteen minutes for Micah to give Tony the grand tour. The kitchen was empty when they came back down. “Wonder where those two have gone?” Micah offered Tony another beer.

  “The house isn’t that big; they’ll show up, eventually.” Tony laughed.

  Micah had just pulled the pan of lasagna out of the oven when Colton and Gabe bounded down the stairs. Colton had evened out the mismatched, jagged edges of Gabe’s hair. It was short, perhaps a couple inches on top, one around his head, and the style made Gabe’s Scandinavian features seem more defined. His high cheekbones, pouty lips and narrowed ice blue eyes framed by the short, cropped hair made Gabe look older, actually.

  “Wow,” was all Micah could say.

  Colton stepped around Gabe, turning and taking a bow. “Well thank you, kind sir. He didn’t leave me much to work with, but I think it turned out smashing nonetheless. Don’t you agree, babe?” He reached for Tony, snaking an arm around his partner’s waist. Tony laughed, nodding before he leaned down and kissed Colton’s cheek. The four of them ate lasagna, drank some wine and watched a couple movies before Tony dragged a half-asleep Colton out to their truck with promises to have Gabe and Micah over to their place next time.

  Gabe headed up while Micah turned off all the lights and locked up downstairs. “Night Gabe,” he called out when he reached the second floor, turning and heading into his own room.

  Everything had changed in the last twenty four hours and Micah needed some time to process it all. Gabe loved him, but wasn’t in love with him. They’d fucked like rabid dogs on Gabe’s bedroom floor and Gabe considered it some kind of soul-cleansing purge. That, and the bag full of hair in the trash can downstairs. Micah knew Gabe would never consciously hurt him. Inadvertently though, now that was a horse of a different color.

  Micah left his door ajar and crawled into bed. He didn’t want Gabe to think he was shutting him out; he just needed to think. He was almost asleep when his phone chimed alerting him that he had a text message. Micah smiled sleepily when he saw Tris flash on the screen. With everything that happened last night, then this morning and so on, Micah had completely forgotten that Tristan had never responded to his text yesterday evening.

  Tris: Hey, sorry it took me so long to reply. I miss you guys as well. Want to try to get together on Friday?

  Micah: Hey! That should be fine. I’ll ask Gabe tomorrow and let you know. He’s already in bed.

  Tris: KK. Nite.

  Micah stared at his phone for a few minutes, considering hitting the small phone icon above Tristan’s name. Tristan was usually talkative, jovial, dragging out a string of text messages for hours. This was more like the texts Micah would receive from someone selling him a couch off Craigslist.

  Micah lay awake for a while after that, his mind racing. He didn’t know when his brain finally shut the fuck up and let him sleep, but opening his eyes in the morning, he felt like they’d only been closed for five minutes. He showered, packed his backpack for the day and headed downstairs. Gabe had bagels and coffee waiting, his backpack hanging on the hook by the front door. They were headed over to the All Cocks studios today for a shoot. Micah was nervous. He was shooting with one of the new models Victor and Andy had hired on that he hadn’t gotten to meet yet. He was always on edge with new people, unsure of how they would react to his leg.

  “Micah.” Gabe waved his hand in front of Micah’s face.

  “Sorry, what?” Micah stopped daydreaming and focused on Gabe.

  “I said, are you ready to go?” Gabe chortled, setting his cup in the sink, grabbing the keys and heading toward the door.

  It was not only the worst shoot Micah had ever done, it was the worst sex he had ever had. The only reason he managed to bust a nut was the instant replay he ran through his mind of Gabe underneath him, writhing and screaming his name. The new guy, Jae Hart, was more worried about his own dick and how he looked on camera. He paid little or no attention to Micah. He fake kissed, the kind of kiss where it would look like they were kissing, but his tongue never touched Micah’s. For which, Micah was eternally grateful — the man’s breath was atrocious.

  Chris and Linc had coached Micah when he first went to work at All Cocks. They taught him the ins and outs, advised using a dildo or a butt plug before a scene if you were bottoming, made sure Micah knew to brush his goddamn teeth and rinse with mouthwash. Common courtesy wasn’t too much to expect, was it? Micah’s ass felt used and abused; he shuddered to think how much pain he would be in if he hadn’t prepped in the shower with a dildo. Obviously Mr. Hart didn’t get the same coaching. Or perhaps, Chris and Linc couldn’t stand to be in the same room with Jae either.

  “Damn man, that ass was tight. Hope I didn’t tear it up too bad,” Jae cackled as he passed Micah in the hallway. Jacob was his real name, Jae Hart the name he’d chosen for porn. Regardless of names the guy was a fucking jerk, but he had a nice uncut cock and a body that looked like it had been chiseled from stone. Those were probably the two main reasons he was hired. Micah was in a right
foul mood by the time he and Gabe headed home. Gabe asked him a couple times what was wrong, but Micah shrugged him off. He went straight up the stairs to his room when they got home, closing the door and ripping off every stitch of clothing he wore. He’d burn it all tomorrow.

  Too exhausted to go down for a bottle of water, he choked down an Ambien dry, throwing himself on the bed. Micah took the time while waiting for the blissful oblivion he would achieve once his sleeping pill kicked in to go over the shoot again. He hadn’t even wanted to do a shoot today, but he needed the money and Victor had already given him so much time off. Did he perceive the shoot worse than it actually was? No. The guy was a Class-A asshat. Was this about Gabe then? Micah asked himself… Maybe.

  Twice now, they’d had sex, being open and honest with each other the morning after, but no discussion about an actual relationship since. Micah and Gabe moved through every day as friends and roommates, no tension or angst. Well, not until tonight. But that wasn’t on Gabe. That was all on Mr. Asshat. And then there was Tristan. While both of Micah’s encounters with Gabe were amazing and he wouldn’t change a thing, he could not get Tristan or that kiss, out of his mind.