“No… I had an ex, and we went a couple of times.”
“Well… I went, even had a trainer… doesn’t help now… I can only feel pain.”
“Tomorrow is another day…” Gabe was already drifting, but before he fell asleep, he laced his arm around Damian and wedged his head in his shoulder. Feeling his hand go into his hair, his fingers massaging his scalp gently.
Next morning, that gentle light in the air, a soft breeze. In these moments of semi-consciousness when the mind still rides dreams, and the eyes open onto an ideal world, it almost seemed they were in an idyllic place of those daydreams, of catalogues selling them. Until the body took over, pain and burning skin, parched mouths. Damian sat up, scratching the bleeding bites on his waist.Fuck. Fucking bugs. Glancing at Gabe, barely awake, trying to hide from the world under his arms.
“Wake up, lazy ass…”
“No.” He hid his head under his arms, rolling into a ball.
Damian grinned, poking his finger into Gabe’s side. “Wake up. We have work to do.”
“What work?” He flailed at his hand.
“Fishing, checking the net, hunting, gathering those potato roots. Hey, we’re not dead! Good news, right? There are tons of those stick potato plants, so we’re saved. We can live a bit longer. So, up, up. Get up. Time to eat and go do stuff.”
Gabe looked up at him, squinting his eyes. “Big boss guy… running your big boss mouth, early in the morning… Make me get up, big boss guy. Come on.”
Damian’s lips parted, a rush of warmth running down his body. “What did you say?”
Gabe’s eyes sparked. “Make me…”
Damian leant over him, snaking his hand under his head. Closing his fist in his hair. Gabe’s lips parted, his chest rising. Damian’s dark voice, with the hint of a smile. “Get up…”
“No…” His eyes wide, his stomach clenched, shivers running down his skin. Almost in a shock at how his body reacted to Damian’s voice and eyes, his touch. Watching those steel eyes widen a bit, just to darken at his refusal.
“You… insolent little fuck.” Pulling him up by his hair, holding it tight, until they were both on their knees, facing each other.
Gabe’s hands went to his chest, his eyes half-mast. “Make me…” His mouth waiting, his lips parted, so Damian pulled him close, holding his hair tight, crushing his lips on that trembling mouth, but his kiss became gentle, teasing, almost not even reaching Gabe’s lips. Not letting him get close, holding his hair tight.
Panting. “Please…”
“Please what?”
“Just kiss me…”
His lips curled into a dark smile. “Make me…”
Gabe’s eyes went wide, but he could not get close, floating on the pain. Moaning when Damian closed his fist tighter.
His dark voice. “Beg for it, you little fuck…” Almost not even meaning it, he so wanted to kiss that slack mouth, Gabe’s eyes glazing over at his voice.
“Please… please…” Smiling, teasing, parting his lips.
Knowing Damian could not resist. Feeling his lips on his lips, so he grabbed his neck and pulled closer, opening his mouth, pushing his tongue in. Thrilled, his skin burning when he felt Damian soften his touch, lace that broken arm around his back to hold him. Eating each other’s mouth, holding tight. Those bruised and battered lips tasting of blood and salt as they ripped softly under their teeth, their stubble.
Parting, a new light in Damian’s eyes, almost something there which scared Gabe to the bone. A playful tug of his hair. “Up?”
“Yeah… ok…”
“Yeah? Ok? Fucking tease.” He ruffled his hair and got up, pulling Gabe up, too. Cupping his face at that disappointment in his eyes. “When we’re done with chores and getting food, I’ll deal with you. We’ll have all afternoon, ok?”
Gabe’s mocking smile. “You’re not aching all over, old man?”
Damian’s lips pursed up. “Ouch… just wait. I’ll wipe that mocking smile off your face.”
Gabe sauntered after him and whacked his ass when they’d climbed down, dancing out of his way. “Good luck pissing with that semi I just gave you.” He poked his tongue at him and darted off, laughing. Damian’s eyes wide as his hand went to that stinging skin.What the fuck…But Gabe had been right, a small dread in him at his body’s reaction. At the feelings toiling in him, at the man Gabe had woken up.
