Gay Indeed

by Lara Hale

  “Oh shit! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck! What was that?”

  “Mr. Breevort, allow me to introduce you to your prostate.” His eyes—that were closed—open, and when they focus on mine, I lose the battle. I can't mix feelings in this. Someone is bound to be hurt.

  I continue to move my finger in and out of him, and when I feel him pushing against my hand, I decide to enter him with a second digit. I pour more lube on it, maybe even an extreme amount of it, and when I push inside with the second, he throws his head back and his lips part. I'm a goner for this man.

  I get closer to his ear and whisper, “you look so damn sexy right now, baby. You're going to take this cock, so good.” A barely noticeable twitch reveals he is not as calm as he is trying to act.

  I get him to lay flat on his back with his legs bent so I can suck him while I finger him, and knowing he found it nasty, I wait until his eyes close again and get my tongue in him.

  “What the—Ahhh! Oh fuck, Tobias!”

  “I told you.” I lick and suck and push my fingers in and out and then my tongue until I have him squirming with my face buried down between his legs. I move back up, and he looks at me, wondering why I stop.

  “You're ready.” I say.

  He tilts his head to the side, but then he gets the meaning behind my words, swallows a gulp of air, and nods without a word. I sheath myself and pour lube to cover the condom with it.

  “Are you sure you want this?” Of course, what I really want to ask is are you sure you want me?

  “Yes... I told you I do.”

  I kiss his lips and move back so I can position myself. I grab my cock and point it in its direction while pushing one of his legs up, almost touching his chest. The shit hurts, and I know it, but he takes it like a fucking champion. I've never been with a 'virgin,' and I can't believe he is just taking it so easily. I was a damn wreck when I first bottomed; hence, why I've never done it again.

  I keep pushing, and he remains speechless. When the front of my hips touches the back of his thighs, I make short slow movements so I can open him and help him relax more.

  “Is that it?” He asks when I bottom out.

  “What the fuck you mean, is that it? Is my dick not big enough for you?”

  “No! I didn't mean it like that. What I mean is, does it get more painful than that.”

  “No, you endured the worst. Ready for me to move?”

  He gives me an 'mhm' and I begin to move with more open thrusts, increasing the speed as I go. I don't take my eyes off his face to make sure I don't hurt him, but fuck! All I see is pleasure, and then he moans, “more,” and I lose it.

  I tunnel into him hard and fast, and Harvey just asks for more, and more and damn it, I give it to him! My own eyes roll back, and I know I'm already an addict for Harvey, and I will have to go through one hell of a withdrawal.

  “Tobias fuck, fuck! Do that again… again… again... fucking harder!”

  “Shit, Harvey! You're going to drive me crazy.”

  “And you've already driven me nuts.” Fuck! Can't he just stop saying these things?

  “Jerk yourself off, baby! I want you to cum.” He does as I say, and when he begins to pull at it, I push both his legs to his chest, and thrust again and again. I go as fast as I can go, breathing at the same pace.

  “There... there… yeah!”

  I know just what he means, and I go so hard I worry I will make him regret this, but when I feel him clenching and see the white ropes shooting at his pecs and all over his stomach, I can't hold my release, which comes with a final forceful thrust.

  I fall flat next to him after I make sure we are both fully satisfied, and I am out of him. We breathe hard and out of rhythm and I hear a sigh, followed by his voice.

  “Fuck… me!”

  I wink at him at him and say, “I think I just did.”

  His euphonious laughter is the last I hear before I fall asleep, without even asking if I could stay over.

  HARVEY

  Chapter 16

  Last night was… Shit! I don't know how to explain what it was. I woke up to one fantastic view of Tobias' ass as he rests on his stomach completely naked. And if that isn't torture enough, I have the mother of all morning woods.

  I attempt to move, to climb on top of him, and regret it immediately; never in my life did I think I would say this, but yeah… my ass is sore as fuck!

  Watching Tobias fuck me was better than anything I'd thought we'd share. I liked it, I fucking loved it, and I saw that look in his eyes; he loved it too.

  Soreness be damned, I want him. Climbing on top of Tobias, I nibble at his neck and rub my hard-on against him. “Mmm, good morning to you, too,” he says, and I think I can get used to waking up like this more often.

  “Rise and shine gorgeous—” The word leaves my lips, and I freeze. Let it be Tobias, who tries to get past it by making a joke.

  “Gorgeous? You going soft on me, Breevort?”

  I breathe in relief and thrust my hips into him. “I'm pretty sure that's me, hard on you. What do you say? My turn?”

  “No! Uh-uh! Not happening, Harvey, forget it. I told you already. I only give, I don't take. That shit hurts like a motherfucker.”

  “Stop being such a chicken. You are putting all gays to shame. I took it without complaints, and I'm not even gay.”

  “I don't know, Harvey. What we did last night? It doesn't get gayer than that. You sure you don't want to buy some glitter?”

  I move to slap his ass, and the asshole starts laughing. I have no doubt I'm stronger, so I flip him onto his back and pin him there with my hips while holding the top half of my body with my palms flat on the mattress. I circle my hips, and he arcs his back with a moan. I smile and lower my body to get closer to him.

  “Don't you dare kiss me without brushing your teeth.” He scolds, and now is my turn to laugh.

  “So,” he says, interrupting my laughter, “have you heard of an Ivy League Rub?” I shake my head, “Move up a little bit. I assure you; you will like this.”

  And the jerk didn't lie. I move back to my previous position, and Tobias spits in his palm. Then he takes both our cocks in one hand and begins stroking them both together. It doesn't even seem fair that gays get the best stuff. This Ivy League crap, the prostate thing, like, if I hadn't given up into my weird fixation with this man, I would've died not knowing such pleasure existed.

  “Come back to me, Harvey, get out of your head.”

  I shake my head and focus on those damn eyes of him. I'm almost sure they are to blame for what is happening right now. To blame, or to thank. Who knows?

  “Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum!” I chant.

  “Mhm! Do it, babe. Spill it all over me. Cover me with that sweet jizz of yours.”

  “You're so goddamn dirty!”

  The deviant bites his lip to prove my point, then he spits on his free hand and asks for mine; I give it to him without questioning it.

  “I like this side of you.”

  I wink. I fucking wink at him, and he smirks; then he switches the hand he just spat on and puts my hand over it so we can stroke ourselves together. It takes nothing for me to follow his request and spill all over him, as he does the same. I'm left mesmerized by the view of us coming together. It drives me wild; it drives me crazy, and I hate it. And I so-fucking-love it!

  We spill every drop of our release over his stomach, and I feel like my soul left my body through my dick. I stay there, straddling him, and he massages my thighs looking straight into my eyes without speaking.

  “What?” I ask.

  “You're damn beautiful. You know that?” His words scare me. Does he think this is more than what it is? I decide to avoid the question.

  “I, Mr. Spencer, need a shower, pronto.”

  “Want some company?”

  “I think that's enough experimenting for one night, don't you?”

  He just nods and pats the side of my leg, kicking me out of my bed. I move into my en-suite and take th
e quickest shower on earth, finally getting rid of the dry cum I had on my chest from last night.

  As I exit the bathroom, I see Tobias walking out of the room; his phone and clothes in hand.

  “Are you leaving?” I ask.

  “No, just going to take a shower.”

  “Ok. You don't have to leave right away. Stay for breakfast.”

  “Oh my! I'm getting the Harvey Special; I never thought I'd experience that. Is it as good as your usual hookups claim?” I can taste bitterness in his comment, and I don't comment on it myself. He shakes his head and leaves the room entirely. I decide to watch TV until he is back and notice his phone is still projecting on it.

  I would've turned it off immediately, had I not seen my name in the conversation he is currently having. The more I see the messages between the two, the angrier I become.

  Shane, “Come on, tell me. Did you get to see Harvey naked?”

  Tobias, “Stop it, ok? I don't fuck and tell.”

  Shane, “Oh my fucking God! You guys fucked, didn't you?”

  He sends back a tongue-out emoji, a water drop emoji, and the speak-no-evil emoji. Shane sends back a bunch of celebration emojis.

  Tobias, “Alright, asshole, I'm going to shower. Ttyl”

  Shane, “K babe… see you at home.”

  There is so much wrong with that conversation, and I can't believe it even if my eyes just read it. Tobias may not have said the words, but the message was fucking clear. And what's up with the pet name? I thought Shane had a boyfriend. Unless… Tobias said yes to our threesome way too easy. Are they all together?

  Deciding not to focus on that part, I go to the kitchen and start working on breakfast when I hear him coming down the stairs.

  “I was looking for you, babe! Where's my breakfast?” Babe; he is here two seconds, and I already remember the entire conversation he had with Shane.

  “There is no breakfast. I think you need to leave.” He tilts his head to the side, possibly not believing I'm kicking him out.

  “Are you seriously kicking me out right now?”

  “You speak English, don't you? I believe my message was quite clear.” He jumps off the stool he had just sat on, and so it begins the screaming match.

  “You are a fucking asshole!”

  “I'm the asshole? Yeah right! You might want to recount the entire morning in your head… Babe!” He doesn't notice my jab at the pet name and just keeps shouting.

  “I should've known you'd pull this crap. You're a damn coward! I'm out of here!”

  He starts moving toward the exit, but I need to make sure he knows I know what he did, so I lean onto the counter, cross my legs at the ankle, and shout.

  “Don't forget to disconnect your phone from my TV, you fucking jerk!”

  He turns back to face me, and it takes him seconds to realize how he fucked up. His expression changes; guilt and shame have replaced the anger. And I just wait to see what stupid excuse he has for talking about my sexual experiments with a man, to someone that knows my brother.

  TOBIAS

  Chapter 17

  I screwed up big time. I didn’t even think I was doing anything wrong, to be honest. I would’ve probably texted the same thing even if Harvey was next to me reading it. Being gay is so normal that sometimes I forget that some other people don’t want that type of secret to be out. I should’ve known better, though; my own family couldn't get past something like that.

  “Harvey, I didn’t do anything on purpose.”

  “Shut up, Tobias, honestly. You are not twelve; you are a grown-ass man who knows logic, aren't you? How can you possibly think that what you did was right?”

  “I don’t think I was right. I really don’t. I honestly thought nothing of it.”

  I start walking to him, and he does nothing; I see nothing. I don’t know if I’m welcomed or if he is just waiting for me to get closer so he can punch me.

  “How big did I fuck up with you?”

  “How fucking big do you think?! Out of all people, Tobias; out of all people, you should know how shit like that can affect someone!” And fuck, what can I say? He is right, so all I can do is let him talk.

  “What if someone would’ve told your family you were fucking men before you got the chance to tell them? Did you even fucking think that Shane could tell Jared about all this shit?”

  “I’m sorry! Fuck! I’m sorry I didn’t think any of it; it was just stupid banter. He knew about the threesome because I asked him for advice on it. He even knew Lamar was the one to ask for it.”

  “Why would you tell him about the damn threesome in the first place?”

  And little by little, I start digging my grave. I didn't know it at the moment, but this conversation would be the one to fuck me over, to break my fucking heart. I had no idea what kinds of feelings I had for Harvey until I learned about them during this conversation.

  “You need to leave right now!”

  “I'm sorry, Harvey! Shit! I'd do whatever you ask me to just... Fuck!”

  “Tobias, I'm serious! You need to go right now; get out of my house. Get the fuck out of my place.”

  He keeps saying all this like he is talking about the news. So calmed and collected like this doesn't bother him. I can't go; I can't leave. Not like this.

  “I promise you, Harvey, I'll call him right now and tell him I'm joking. I wouldn't have told him anything, but I was so nervous about this. I wanted to do it because I wanted to be with you.” I keep going on and on.

  “But I had to. I needed help deciding because maybe this was my only chance to have you that close and, fuck!” I know I’m rambling but can’t seem to stop.

  “It would've all been so easy if I wasn't in love with you, but I am, and I can't help it. And Shane knows I am because apparently, I'm that obvious, and he said you looked like you could like me too because of the way you acted around me… fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  ∞∞∞

  -Harvey.

  It would've all been so easy if I wasn't in love with you. I know he is still talking, but don't ask me what the hell he's been saying. My brain stopped listening when he said those words.

  He can't be in love with me, that's just nuts. He can't be because if he is, that only complicates things for us. I can't keep experimenting with him if he has feelings for me. Though maybe he deserves it for being such a giant dick.

  “Harvey!”

  “What?!” I bark back when I realize he has been calling my name.

  “Please, say something.” I hear his plea, and without thinking twice, I say, “you're in love with me.” It dawns on him that yes, he said that. His cheeks go red, and I can tell he is not sure what to do right now.

  “I'm out of here; I can't be here. I'm sorry, Harvey! I'm so fucking sorry! I didn't mean to screw up like this. I swear, I swear it wasn't on purpose.”

  I'm still mad at him, we've both acted like assholes on different occasions, but I can't let him go like that. I see him turning, and he begins to walk away but I pull his forearm, unwilling to end the argument just yet. When he faces me again, his eyes are full of unshed tears, and I forget what we were discussing.

  Without asking for permission—mostly because I know I have it—I launch at him and take his mouth with mine. The kiss isn't gentle; it is full of anger and mixed emotions. I turn us around, so he is the one leaning on the counter now, I can't reciprocate his emotional feelings, but I can damn well feel the physical ones.

  I'm so angry at him; he looks so damn gorgeous. I can't stand being around him; I want him closer to me than ever. I can't continue doing this with him; I wish he would let me take him.

  “There's a way you can make it up to me.” I say.

  “Anything! I'll do anything. I promise you I'm sorry, Harvey, I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't think!”

  “I heard you, but that doesn't change the facts. Are you going to make it up to me or not? “

  “Yes! How? Just tell me how!”

  I know what a pie
ce of shit I am for doing this to him, I know this will make him hate me, but I need it, and if he is willing to give it to me even if he is vulnerable right now, then who am I to not take it.

  Of course, at the moment, I didn't know that this would change it all. I had no idea that by asking him to give me something I had no right to take, I would end up wanting Tobias to be mine, and never again be someone else's. So, I voice my wish and ask.

  “Will you let me, have you?”

  HARVEY

  Chapter 18

  I keep waiting for him to respond. To tell me to go ahead or to ask me to fuck off.

  “I don't think I can do that.”

  “So, you didn't mean it when you said you'd do anything. I'm not even gay, and I let you fuck me, why the hell can't you just let me do the same?”

  “Just because; ok? This isn’t the same. I didn't blackmail you into doing it.” I guess he got me there. I could use the excuse that I'm straight all I want, but I did what I did, willingly.

  “You're right, I'm sorry! That was pretty shitty of me to ask. That doesn't mean I'm not mad at you anymore. You crossed the line!”

  “I know I'm sorry! I don't know how many times I have to say I am. Harvey, you have fucked up too, and I forgave you. Yes, it took me time, but I did. Why can't you just believe me?” The anguish, in his words, makes me feel awful. I guess I do believe him. He can't be that good of an actor. “Can I ask you something?” He says.

  “I guess so.” I respond.

  “How much did it hurt?”

  “What is it with you and pain? You've fucked lord knows how many people. Have they ever chickened out midway through it because it was unbearable? Surely you can't think it's that bad if you do it to other people.”

  “I did.”