He pulled out his phone and checked it, curious whether Davis had contacted him at any point in the evening, only to realize the phone had died again. “Fucking piece of shit.” He slid it back into his pocket and looked up to find Gabriel leaning against the front door, staring at him.
Gabriel’s eyes found him and slowly, as if savoring the finest work of art they’d ever seen, they appraised and appreciated Joel’s body with a weight he could feel. Joel tugged his lower lip between his teeth and a shudder racked his entire body.
The movement seemed to break Gabriel out of his trance, as he spoke up in a deep and sure voice, “Let me show you to your room, Joel.”
“Uhm. Let me take my shoes off first. They’re wet from the flood in my apartment and I don’t want to ruin your carpet,” Joel mumbled, bending over to pull his sneakers off. His feet were damp since he hadn’t put his socks back on in the car, and he was aware of the moisture between his toes as they sank into the plush carpet.
“Good boy. Thank you,” Gabriel responded, briefly looking shocked the words had come out of his mouth, but he quickly recovered his composure and headed into the living area. Joel followed behind him, making a left into a long hallway he thought would probably lead to the bedrooms. They passed a door, which Gabriel gestured to. “You can use this bathroom. There are towels and soap inside already. I imagine you’ll want to wash up before turning in after your exciting night.” Joel nodded toward the door, and followed Gabriel to the end of the hallway.
“This is your room,” Gabriel said, opening the door and standing aside to let Joel step past him. Gabriel sucked in a breath as they passed, Joel’s arm grazing across Gabriel’s chest. Joel stopped, feeling his shoulders briefly twitch with the electricity which had sparked from the contact, but he collected himself and stepped farther into the room. He looked around and couldn’t believe the room he was in. This was exactly the kind of room he would have picked for himself if he had more money to spare.
The bed was massive, it had to be a king, and it was decorated with a thick red comforter laid neat and tidy across it. There was a Technics turntable on a stand in the corner, which he recognized by the distinct round black legs, and a stack of records on the floor beside it. Farther along the wall, a five-shelf bookcase made of maple wood that looked like it was easily sixty years old overflowed with books that had been organized, and then stacked to fit when room was gone. A window in front of the bed looked out onto Beverly Hills and offered an amazing view of the city.
“This is your guest room?” Joel asked, shocked at the display.
“This is your room, for now,” Gabriel replied softly. “Well, I’ll leave you to it, then. My room is the door between here and the bathroom, so if you need anything, let me know, Joel.” He took a step backward, not turning away, and pulled the door closed behind him.
Joel walked over to the bed and sat down, feeling how soft the mattress was. He flopped back, letting his feet dangle off the edge. The comforter was so thick, it fluffed up around him and encased him in its downy softness. Remembering he had a bathroom available, he sat up and dug out a clean t-shirt and pair of briefs from his bag so he could go shower.
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The bathroom offered more amenities than Joel had ever seen. A double vanity with a solid white countertop and two recessed sinks took up one wall, and on the opposite wall, a full-size tub and shower. Joel stripped down, peeling off his wet jeans and tossing his shirt on the floor. He stepped out of his briefs and leaned in to turn on the shower, noting the water was immediately hot.
It must be super cool to be rich.
Joel thought of the wealth Gabriel must possess. Did he live here all alone? Or did he have someone? Joel couldn’t imagine Gabriel being alone, with a guest bedroom so specifically designed. He must have someone he shared his life with. It was the only thing that made sense. Joel reached for the tile cutout in the wall to pick up the soap, and noticed it was the same brand he used at home. He couldn’t figure out why someone with so much money would have such cheap soap, but as he rubbed it onto a loofah, he appreciated the familiar scent.
As he washed himself, Joel shivered as a prickling sensation skirted across the back of his neck, and he brought his hand up to wipe away the excess water. He leaned against the wall of the shower, letting the hot spray cascade over him as he took a deep breath in an attempt to regroup from the events of the day. He needed to formulate a plan of attack for tomorrow. Joel didn’t have work, but he would need to get in touch with his landlord about the flood. He was kidding himself when he thought about the possibility of being able to return to his apartment tomorrow, though. The damage caused by the water would take some time to mitigate.
Eager for a distraction from his current situation, he dropped the loofah and lowered his hand to his soft dick, offering a quick tug from the base to tip, and then another, enjoying the feel of it hardening in his grasp. He lengthened his strokes as his cock plumped up, and in no time he found himself panting with the need for release. Joel squeezed his eyes closed as he reached down with his other hand to tug his balls. “Fuck…” he groaned out as a jolt of pain flew through his body, and he let loose a long moan as cum shot out from his dick, coating the wall in front of him. He stroked himself once, twice, three more times, before reaching up to direct the shower head against the wall to rinse the dribbles of cum down the drain.
Turning off the water, Joel stepped out onto the tile floor and toweled himself off before pulling on his clean briefs and a t-shirt. Realizing he didn’t grab any pajama pants, he stuck his head out of the doorway to see if Gabriel was out, but the condo was dark and his bedroom door was closed. Joel turned off the bathroom light and darted down the hallway to the guest room and shut the door behind him. He crawled onto the large bed, pulling back the comforter and sliding under the sheets. He wrapped himself up in it and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
CHAPTER SIX
Gabriel is Afraid He Might Die
In his office, Gabriel watched the feed from the bathroom camera on his phone. As he watched Joel take his cock in hand and stroke himself until he hardened, Gabriel was sure he was about to die.
Without taking his eyes off the feed, Gabriel undid the button and fly of his jeans, eased his hand underneath the band of his boxers, and grasped his own, already hard cock. Truth be told, Gabriel had been half hard since he knew Joel was en route to the condo, but ever since his first actual interaction with Joel in the hallway, Gabriel had been as hard as steel. When Joel brushed against his chest in the bedroom and had a physical reaction to their connection, Gabriel had to channel all his willpower into not forcing his way into Joel’s tight little virgin ass right there in the doorway.
Gabriel watched Joel stroke his hand up and down the shaft of what Gabriel considered to be a fucking perfect cock. He leaned back in his seat and stroked his own cock in time with Joel, letting loose a feral-sounding growl of possession and need as he watched Joel’s hips buck forward in pleasure. His balls tightened as Joel’s strokes quickened, and when Joel tugged down his ball sack and let loose a curse, Gabriel shot cum all over his hand and his pants. Panting, he grasped the tip of his dick tightly between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing every drop of cum out. He closed his eyes, dropped his phone to the carpet and imagined Joel there on his knees with his mouth open, waiting for Gabriel to feed him his cum. Jesus fuck, Gabriel was depraved and his dick hadn’t even begun to soften. He needed to come again, and soon. Maybe bringing Joel inside his home wasn't the best idea he’d ever had. He wasn't going to survive it if all the blood in his body stayed in his cock for the next three days.
Masturbating and knowing Joel was in his home gave Gabriel more sexual satisfaction than he had felt in years. He couldn’t wait for the day Joel would take both their cocks in his hand and stroke them, letting their cum mix together and slick the length of their shafts. Gabriel would take Joel’s hand into his mouth and suck their releases off his fingers before he fucked Joel's mouth with his tongue, forcing him to taste how perfect they were together.
In reality, Gabriel’s own cock leaked a steady drip onto the carpet, and he leaned down to pick up his phone. He heard the door to the bathroom open,Joel’s delicate footfalls down the hallway to his bedroom, then the open and close of the spare bedroom door. Gabriel flicked the feed on his phone to Joel’s bedroom and watched him, wearing only briefs and a t-shirt, collapse into bed. Gabriel wrapped the head of his cock in his fist and stood up from his desk, leaving the office without even securing his pants. He crossed the living area and walked down the hallway, past his bedroom, to Joel’s room. He opened the door a crack, making sure no light shone in, and listened carefully to be certain Joel's breathing was quiet and even from sleep.
Gabriel took a careful step into the room, so he could see the red of Joel’s hair poking up from beneath the sheets. He watched the delicate rise and fall of Joel’s body as he breathed. Gabriel wrapped his fingers tight around his shaft as new pre-cum leaked out of his slit, and he gave himself a rough stroke, coating his hand with additional wetness and slicking it back to the base. He maintained a tight grip with every pass, well past the point of physical discomfort. Heshouldhurt for what he was doing. He had spent so long looking out for Joel, doing what was best for him. It was wrong to take advantage of him in this way while he slept, but Gabriel couldn’t help it. Something had shifted inside Gabriel over the past few months, and his affections had grown beyond that of a watchful guardian. He no longer just wanted to keep Joel safe, he wanted to keephim.He took another tentative step forward, leaving him no more than two feet away from Joel, and all he could hear was the sound of his heart pounding in his ears as more blood rushed to his painfully swollen cock.
Gabriel thought back to his fantasy of Joel rubbing their cocks together, and more than anything now, he wanted to feed his dick down Joel’s throat and shoot his cum straight into the boy’s stomach. Gabriel groaned involuntarily at the thought and froze as Joel rolled from his side onto his back. Joel offered up a quick snore before his breathing returned to normal, and Gabriel let out the breath he’d been holding. He gave a rough tug on his cock and wrapped his free hand around the head to catch the torrent of cum that was unleashed as he silently came for a second time. Gabriel's entire body shuddered, and he folded in on himself as the pleasure overwhelmed his senses. He didn’t want to let go of his cock, and he continued to stroke his softening shaft as he brought his other hand up to his mouth and licked his cum from his fingers. He closed his eyes and pretended it was Joel’s cum, barely stopping himself from moaning out loud again.
Gabriel slowly stepped away from the bed, feeling behind him for the door with sticky fingers. He backed out of the room and quietly clicked the door closed before turning to rest his back against it and sliding down to the floor. He stayed that way, his head leaning back against the door while he caught his breath.
Having Joel here in his home, what would soon betheirhome, was better than Gabriel had ever imagined it could be. He had spent so many nights dreaming about it and preparing for the day when Joel would be his, and now here they were, right on the precipice of their future together. He smiled, tucking himself back into his pants before standing and heading to the master bedroom. Gabriel didn’t like to think of it ashisbedroom. It was hisandJoel’s in his heart. Gabriel couldn’t count the recent nights he had stayed up in bed, watching Joel on the camera feeds. This room was as much Joel’s as it was Gabriel's.
Gabriel undressed completely, pulled back the covers on the bed, and slid his body in between the cool sheets. He closed his eyes and stroked his hand across the pillow beside him, imagining his fingers toying with Joel’s red hair. He sighed and smiled, falling asleep more easily than he had in a long time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
