“You feel bad about it now?”
“Maybe…”Maybe…that puzzled feeling there, in him, that he might have some remorse after all. Stripped naked, he had no other choice than to face how he had been. “We both cheated too… not that it matters now. She is free.”
“But you never had a guy, with all your affairs?”
Damian grinned. “Not an option, I told you. I could explain a mistress, it’s sexy, right? Gives you that alpha male power bullshit. But a guy? That would have been scandal… not worth the risk.”
“If we get rescued…” Ignoring that pull of his face. “If… then they’ll know that we fucked here…”
“We haven’t fucked yet.”
“You know what I mean.”
“So what? It doesn’t matter anymore. And we won’t get rescued unless a miracle happens.”
“Do you regret it? Us? What we did?” His eyes, a bit wide, and Damian softened, seeing that fright there.
“No…” He got up and walked next to him, sitting close. Their eyes meeting. “I don’t regret things… I do something and own up to it. Even if it’s shit. Hook-ups, business fuck-ups, fights, you name it.”
“And what fuck-up am I?”
Damian put his palm on his cheek. “You’re not a fuck-up. You’re a fucking miracle.”
Gabe’s eyes welled up because it was so unexpected, he didn’t know what to say, that heart broken into a million pieces, patched back up again. Glowing a bit when it had forgotten to trust. I shouldn’t trust him… this narcissistic maniac…but all he could see was Damian, his steel-blue eyes, clear at last, that fog shed with days passing without any poisons coursing his body.
Barely a whisper as Gabe parted his lips. “I will so regret this…”
“You might…” A slight smile, but he took the invitation and planted a kiss on those parted lips, his hand gliding to the back of Gabe’s neck, pulling him close, opening wider. It felt so gorgeous, so right, he pushed him down on the ground, near the fire. Lazy strokes of their tongues, their hands, gliding on skin and ribs, Damian a bit alarmed feeling those ribs under his playing fingers. A twinge of concern in his voice as he broke the kiss. “You’re too lean…”
Gabe just smiled. “I was never anything fleshy before…” He pinched Damian’s skin on his side, twisting, making him hiss. “Not like you, fat big boss guy…”
“Tsk… insolent little fuck…” A dark edge in his voice.
Gabe twisted harder, making him yelp. “Oops….”
“What the fuck… you’ll regret this…” His voice, dangerously soft, as he grabbed Gabe’s hand off his side, pushing it up above his head. Finding the other one too, he did the same, pinning them down with one hand, whilst he roamed his side with the other one. Straying his mouth to Gabe’s neck, just his lips gliding on his skin. Feeling him squirm, so he held him tighter, pinning him down with his weight. Licks, nips, pinching his skin between his teeth, floating on the soft cries escaping his mouth as he writhed under him. “Mhm…” Moaning, that warm skin tasting so good it was insane. Salt, sweat, rain. Gabe.
“Fuck… ah…”
“Not so smart now, are you?” Kissing his words away, sealing his mouth, a vague fear creeping in that he had no clue what he was doing, but Gabe pushed into his mouth, hungry.
“Don’t stop… don’t…”
Damian looked at him, loosening his grip on his hands. “This is what you want?”
Gabe’s glazed over eyes. “Yes…”
“Sure?” Tightening his grip, his lips close.
“Yeah…” Panting, his chest pushing at him with each breath. Watching his lips curl up, that dark edge of his smile.
Damian kissed him, stealing his breath, his words. He switched his hand and pinned Gabe’s wrists down with his splinted arm, hard, wincing a bit at that shooting pain, as his teeth roamed his neck, his chest. His other hand wandered down between Gabe’s legs, finding that velvet flesh which arched into his hand.Fun…Kissing him, wide, lush stroke of his hand, drinking his moans, his mewls.
His tongue on Gabe’s ear, his whispers. “You like this? Mhm?”
“Yes… ah….”
Stroking harder, biting his neck gently. “This?”
