Captive

by Scarlet Blackwell

  "Changing my shirt,” Ethan said, indicating the semen stains on the front of his T-shirt, before leaving the kitchen. Gabriel sat down and brought his knees up, burying his face against them.

  * * * *

  Ethan took the longest time coming back. It gave Gabriel plenty of opportunity to stew in the mess Jack had left behind. Jordan? Jordan? How long had the two of them been deceiving him? If only he could speak to the son of a bitch now. Give him a piece of his mind. It could be days until Ethan left and gave Gabriel the chance to call Jordan and tell the bastard what he thought of him. He sighed. By which time he would have calmed down, which would be all for the good. He wondered if Jack had already moved his things out of his house or if he and Jordan had been screwing in his bed.

  He clenched his fist in impotent fury. Well, you know what, Jack, he told his ex silently, I've been getting a much hotter piece of ass than Jordan and I aim to get even more.

  The door opened and once more the green-eyed stranger took his breath away.

  "Let me call Jordan,” Gabriel blurted out. “I won't say anything about you, you know I won't. I just want to tell him what a fucking asshole he is."

  "No, Gabriel,” Ethan said quietly. “Be dignified about it. Silence is always the best way."

  "I don't feel dignified!” exclaimed Gabriel. “I feel lost and betrayed and really fucking hurt!” He was aware he was close to tears again.

  "I know,” Ethan murmured. “Come on.” He moved to uncuff Gabriel and then gestured for him to go into the lounge. He didn't have the gun on display this time. Gabriel guessed it was shoved down the back of his jeans.

  Gabriel curled up in the corner of the comfortable couch, face hidden.

  "Do you want to write today?” Ethan asked in a low voice, sitting at the opposite end.

  "No, I don't want to write!” Gabriel exclaimed.

  "I only asked,” Ethan growled in return. “It's not my fault you have lousy taste in men."

  "Does that include you?” Gabriel shot back immediately.

  Ethan stared at him, before averting his eyes. “I'm lousier than Jack and Jordan put together,” he muttered. “And as I've already said, I don't believe you're remotely interested in me; you're just pretending to get the gun away from me."

  "Ethan,” Gabriel said in exasperation. “Have you not just had the evidence before your eyes? You took about two minutes to get me off. No one's ever done that before in my fucking life, not even myself! If I could just prove it to you, I would."

  Their eyes held for a long moment.

  "What do you mean?” Ethan asked.

  "What do you think I mean?” Gabriel asked boldly.

  Ethan reddened, eyes averted uncomfortably.

  Enough is enough, Gabriel thought suddenly. I have reined in my control for too long where he is concerned. I've never been more hot for anyone before in my life and I know of no better way to get Jack out of my system than a rebound fuck.

  He moved so fast across the couch that Ethan didn't have time to react. Before he knew it, Gabriel was astride his lap, hands pushing his shoulders roughly back into the couch, mouth over his demandingly.

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  Chapter Five

  Ethan reacted predictably. He shoved Gabriel from him so hard that he tumbled backward onto the floor, hitting it hard, for a moment lying on his back stunned. In a second, Ethan was over him, pinning his wrists above his head, one thigh between his, body pressing him hard into the floor. Gabriel heard the familiar snap of the cuffs as his wrists were shackled together.

  Ethan stared down at him, his jade green eyes livid, face suffused with heat. As Gabriel looked up into his face, he became slowly aware of the erection growing against his hip.

  "Is this what you want?” Ethan asked abruptly, nudging it into him.

  "Yes!” Gabriel moaned. “You know it. Do it. Please.” He lifted his pelvis deliberately into Ethan's, the delicious friction driving him almost out of his mind.

  He heard Ethan catch his breath. A moment later he moved himself right between Gabriel's legs, spreading them wider so they were groin to groin. Gabriel thought he would explode at the sensation, even with layers of clothes separating them.

  "Fuck,” he breathed. “Come on, Ethan. Put me out of my misery."

  The fact that he lay with wrists cuffed together above his head, spread out in submission to Ethan, instead of frightening him, merely turned him on to no end.

  Ethan leaned down to him now, those bright green eyes blinding Gabriel with their intensity. Gabriel took the chance immediately, craning his neck up and capturing those plump lips with his own.

  This time Ethan reacted in an astonishing way. He did not push Gabriel from him; he did not reach for the gun and threaten to blow his brains out. He gave a low moan of complete bliss and pressed Gabriel's wrists harder against the floor, his body crushed to his, as close as they could get, opening his mouth and diving headlong into the sweetest, most intoxicating kiss it had ever been Gabriel's fortune to share. Gabriel saw stars behind his closed eyes, his fingers clutching at Ethan's, groaning in delight at the warmth and softness of the mouth that returned his kiss with equal passion. Their tongues tangled as he tasted every delightful inch of his would-be lover's mouth.

  Ethan drew back abruptly after some minutes, leaving Gabriel gasping for more. Letting go of his captive's wrists now, he sat back and roughly shoved Gabriel's sweater and T-shirt up to his neck before dipping his head and attacking his exposed torso with his tongue and lips.

  Delirious with astonishment, Gabriel arched up into the touch, bringing his cuffed hands down now, resting them on Ethan's head, finding his hair like silk to the touch. Ethan worked efficiently on one nipple after the other while Gabriel moaned beneath him, wondering if he would wake up from this wet dream soon, before sliding down farther and swiftly unfastening Gabriel's jeans. Without preamble, he stripped these off, followed by his boxers, and immediately went down on him.

  Gabriel cursed in shock and stared at the pink, glistening mouth around him. How was it that Ethan sucked cock like a pro, or was it an innate skill men had no matter how straight they were? His eyes fell shut, his neck arched back, and he died and went to heaven right there on the floor of his living room.

  It was only when he felt his orgasm rising swiftly that Ethan stopped. “Do you have a condom?” he asked quietly.

  "Yes,” Gabriel said wide-eyed. “In my wallet, in the bedside drawer."

  Ethan nodded. His face was blank, as though this act was something deadly serious to him. He got to his feet, and Gabriel's eyes could not help but linger on the bulge in his jeans. “I hope you won't move while I'm gone, Gabriel,” he said quietly. Gabriel couldn't tell if this was a threat or merely a lover's endearment. He preferred to think it was the latter.

  As Ethan moved to the stairs, Gabriel watched him with eyes drowning in lust. He could have run out into the snow now, half-naked and handcuffed, to get away from his captor. But he laughed at the thought, because he had only one priority now and that was to get fucked to within an inch of his life by the hottest man he had ever met. He put his cuffed hands back above his head and lay there waiting. He cursed himself for not telling Ethan to bring the lubricant too. A straight man wouldn't think of such a thing. But Gabriel was more than willing to make do with saliva.

  It was only a moment before he heard Ethan's footsteps on the stairs again. He focused on him as he stood before Gabriel now and started to strip off. Gabriel's mouth went dry as he cast his eyes over the milk-white skin revealed.

  Ethan's face remained almost stony. He didn't smile, and he didn't preen before Gabriel's admiring gaze. He didn't seem bashful to be naked in front of him, either. His eyes were cold and distant and angry. Gabriel's heart sank a little at what he was getting here. Chances were Ethan was going to hurt him and get off on that fact.

  For a moment he thought about changing his mind. Then he remembered that when he left Alaska, he was going home
to an empty bed. He remembered what Jack had done to him and how, consequently, he needed this.

  He lay still, communicating this need to Ethan with his eyes until the other slowly sank down onto him, nudging his legs apart, moving between them, a condom and thankfully, the tube of lubricant, falling from his hand as he leaned down, luscious pink mouth seeking Gabriel's.

  Gabriel moaned in satisfaction at the kiss, his hands immediately moving to Ethan's jeans, unfastening them quickly, yanking them down along with his boxers. One of his two cuffed hands curled around the warm, silken length he had already been up close and personal with and slid it slowly through his palms. He felt Ethan's body tense deliciously against his, heard his breath hitch against his mouth, and he deepened the kiss, sucking at his tongue.

  Finally he heard a low moan from the back of Ethan's throat. Their mouths split apart and Ethan lifted himself a little on his arms. Gabriel stared up at him as he jerked him off. The stranger had his eyes closed, head bowed, raven hair falling over his face. His kiss-swollen lips were slightly parted, emitting small pants of breath.

  Gabriel longed to keep his hand going now. To lie there and pleasure Ethan, to watch his face as he came. But he couldn't do that. Not when he wanted Ethan inside him. He took his hand away. Ethan's thick lashes lifted, showing green eyes dark with desire.

  Gabriel took hold of the tube of lubricant. Ethan's eyes flickered to it and he seemed to hesitate when Gabriel held it out to him. There was a silence as their eyes met. So I'm not going to get the foreplay of my dreams here, Gabriel thought, but then why should I? This man is a supposedly straight guy I've corrupted. What does he know about fingering my prostate? He hardly looks like he would want to learn what drives me insane so I may as well advance to the business in hand.

  He reached for the condom now and ripped open the packet. Ethan remained still as Gabriel rolled it onto him, and then smeared some lubricant over it. Then he reached between his own legs and rubbed some lubricant around his entrance.

  "All yours,” he said flippantly and lifted his knees up to his chest.

  Ethan looked down at him for a moment as though wondering where he was supposed to put his cock, before his face set determinedly. “Turn over,” he demanded.

  Gabriel only hesitated a moment, disappointed that he wouldn't see his partner's beautiful face as he came, before rolling over onto his hands and his knees. He felt a strong hand on the back of his neck, pushing his head low, before a pair of hands gripped his hips and dragged his backside up.

  He hissed involuntarily in pain and felt Ethan immediately let go in surprise. A moment later, a soft finger brushed over the black-and-blue bruised area on his left hip. “What's this?” he asked quietly.

  "I fell off my bike,” Gabriel admitted, embarrassed.

  He heard Ethan laugh softly. “I would have liked to have seen that,” he remarked a little coldly. “Did Jack kiss it all better?"

  Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut at the memories. Of being laid in Jack's arms in the bath as he tenderly sponged the raw, bruised areas of Gabriel's body after their Sunday bike ride had ended in calamity. Of the way Jack had held him in bed later, not attempting to instigate love-making, only murmuring endearments about how he wished it was he and not Gabriel who had undergone the trauma. Jack wasn't such a bad guy underneath the cold front, Gabriel thought, forcing sudden tears back. How was he ever going to find someone to replace him?

  He saw Ethan grab a cushion now from the couch and he shoved it under Gabriel's abdomen, propping it up, leaving his ass sticking in the air. There was a tense silence as Gabriel virtually trembled under the hot eyes he knew were perusing him. He felt a cold wetness on him now, Ethan rubbing his lubricated self along the crack of his buttocks, insinuating himself between them, clutching him with his other hand, spreading his cheeks a little in order to locate his target. Finally he felt Ethan pressing against him and he shivered a little in both anticipation and fear of being hurt, willing himself to relax.

  Ethan thrust into him now, gliding straight inside without preamble, not stopping until he was buried deep, despite the cry Gabriel smothered with his hand over his mouth. And Ethan surely couldn't have known that propping Gabriel up this way would make the angle so perfect, but it did, and as Ethan drew back and thrust in again, he hit the jackpot.

  The agony dissolved in a white-hot flash of sensation and Gabriel almost yelled, not believing his luck. “Jesus, Ethan!” he blurted out.

  "Like that?” Ethan replied with one hand stroking the bruised hip way too softly for it to have been the same man who had beaten and abused him for the past two days. He sounded amused.

  "Fuck yes!” Gabriel said.

  "You feel good, Gabriel,” Ethan said in a low voice now, as though he were confessing a secret.

  "Oh God, you do too,” Gabriel said in a moan, pushing himself backward, impaling himself again and virtually shrieking.

  Ethan started to move swiftly but gently now. His hands roamed Gabriel's back, caressing, one of them moving around to grip his dick, at which point Gabriel thought he would come.

  He cursed again loudly and groaned in delight as Ethan started to jerk him off. “Are you fucking sure you've never done this before?” he gritted out through his teeth as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted him.

  "Never,” Ethan said. He was panting now, giving out a little moan every time he struck the spot that caused Gabriel to squirm and yell.

  "You're fucking amazing,” Gabriel said. He typically wasn't vocal during sex. He usually moaned a bit but never showered these clichéd compliments around like this. He felt embarrassed at his loose tongue, but wanted to give credit where it was due. Ethan was about to give him death by orgasm, he was in no doubt about that.

  "Thank you,” Ethan said as though Gabriel had just told him he was wearing a nice shirt. He held Gabriel now with his left hand around his rib cage, his other hand working faster on him, his thrusts jerky, hitting that spot rapidly.

  Gabriel felt the orgasm beginning in his legs and his abdomen, rushing through his body, making him tremble uncontrollably, and he whimpered with need as he let go, Ethan's name spilling from his lips in a rush the way the semen spilled from him into his lover's hand.

  Behind him he heard a hiss of deep satisfaction as Ethan thrust one more time and held himself, shuddering there inside Gabriel as he came. Gabriel moaned a little in continuing pleasure at this evidence of Ethan's climax, wishing again he could have seen the man's face. Ethan slowly sank onto him and the two stretched out in a motionless heap on the carpet.

  * * * *

  It was a while before Ethan lifted himself off him, but Gabriel had no desire to complain about the weight crushing him. He stretched his sore body slowly as Ethan moved away, leaving him cold with the sweat drying along his bare back. He turned his head but Ethan was behind him out of view, pulling on his clothes. As he did, something black caught his eye, lying half under the couch.

  The gun.

  His heart, which was starting to slow, picked up pace again to a gallop. He tried to turn half on his side as casually as he could in order to see if Ethan was watching him. He wasn't. He could see his lover from the corner of his eye with his back turned, pulling his boxers up over a pale, pert backside.

  Swiftly Gabriel turned his attention back to the couch, his arms sliding along the carpet, fingers scrabbling beneath the couch, closing over cold steel.

  A bare foot stood hard on his cuffed hands, weight behind it.

  He sucked in his breath in pain and tried to draw back, looking up into cold, seawater eyes. “I didn't think you'd have the energy to even move after the way I just fucked you, Gabriel,” Ethan remarked sardonically.

  Gabriel glared at him. Ethan lifted his foot a little for Gabriel to remove his hands. He sat up, feeling uncomfortable in his nakedness now, and reached out to pluck his boxers from the floor. As he pulled them on and stood up, he saw Ethan retrieve the gun.

  He regretted his actions n
ow. He had ruined the aftermath of perfect sex by going for the gun. He was a big one for cuddling and kissing after sex and although Ethan had started to get dressed, maybe he could have coaxed him back to the floor for a while if he'd fluttered his eyelashes a little. There was no doubting Ethan had enjoyed it as much as he had, but Gabriel going for the gun said only one thing to Ethan.

  The two were standing facing each other now over the area of carpet they had just tussled on. “You scheming little prick,” Ethan said in a voice spiky with venom. “You actually let me fuck you in order to escape."

  "No,” Gabriel said wearily. Even he was not sure why he had done it now, when he didn't want the gun, when he only wanted Ethan. When maybe Ethan could fill the void Jack had suddenly left in his life.

  "Yes!” Ethan exclaimed. His eyes glittered with rage. He gripped Gabriel suddenly by the bicep with bruising strength and with the other hand placed the barrel of the gun against his temple. Like this, he dragged Gabriel semi-reluctantly into the kitchen.

  Gabriel protested with a wordless moan as Ethan shoved him to the floor and cuffed him to his usual spot. At least it was warm here, he thought, because he still wore only his boxer shorts. He sank down and tried to arrange himself as comfortably as he could once Ethan disappeared back into the living room.

  * * * *

  Despite the warmth of the radiator, he still shivered as Ethan was gone maybe fifteen minutes. He lifted his head as he heard footsteps and as his eyes fell on Ethan, his mouth fell open.

  Ethan was dressed in Gabriel's hooded parka, zipped right up to the neck, a black wool hat pulled low right to his eyes and Gabriel's heavy winter boots. Over his shoulder he carried a rucksack.

  Gabriel felt a little bit more of his already fractured heart splinter away. “No,” he breathed quietly as though this would change Ethan's mind.

  "Yes,” Ethan said firmly, voice devoid of all emotion, eyes glassy with disinterest.