Gabe’s blood rushed. “What do you have in plan?”
“Nothing. You’re hurt. It will have to wait. Let me take care of you. Turn around.” He watched Gabe turn on his stomach, swallowing at the sight of his ass. “Ok… let me smear this in your wound. It might hurt.” He took the other jar and smeared the honey on that tortured flesh.
Gabe sighed softly. “Feels good. You think it will work?”
Damian shrugged. “It has to. I won’t bury you. How do you feel?”
“Better, maybe…” He squirmed a bit, feeling Damian’s fingers play on him, his hand smoothing his skin on his thigh.
Damian’s lips curled up. “What’s up? Hard to stay on your stomach?”
“You can say that…” An idea in Damian, so he dipped his fingers in the pot and traced them in Gabe’s crack. Smiling at Gabe’s voice. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing…” But he kept at it, coating him.
“Feels more than nothing…”
“Really?” He put the pot aside and put his hands on Gabe’s cheeks, pulling them apart. “Don’t move…” Gabe’s chest heaved when he felt his tongue, lapping, licking. His mouth, his teeth, his jaw. Pushing his tongue in deep. He jolted and felt Damian grab him harder, his lips against his flesh. “What did I say? Fucking stay put…”
Gabe whined when Damian ate him up, squirming, but Damian held him tight, pushing his fingers inside of him, licking and fucking him.
Gabe cried out softly when he felt him twist his fingers inside, rubbing that sweet spot. “Oh, God!” His teeth and stubble rubbing his skin raw as he ate him up. “Ah…”
Pushing his fingers in deeper, faster. “Lose it, you little fuck.”
Gabe came at his voice, hard, buckling against those merciless fingers which kept torturing him. “Stop, stop… ah…”
Damian stopped straight away, lingering a bit. “Enough?” Feeling him clench softly.
“Yes… yes…”
He pulled them out slowly, giving soft kisses on his ass, rubbing it gently. “You might make it after all.” He lay next to Gabe, leaning on his elbow.
Gabe turned his head to him, his eyes shining. “I might.”
Damian grazed his face. “Rest a bit. I’ll bring you food.”
His voice filled with sleep. “Giving orders? Big boss guy…”
Damian just smirked, pulling the blanket over him.
After a few days, Gabe felt better, the fever gone, so he ventured down from their hut, testing his leg, which Damian had bandaged with some old rags. He had found other hives and gathered enough honey to let them have a treat from time to time, sweeten some bugs and worms they were still snacking on. They put it on meat and bacon too, or in hot water, that sugar more than welcome on their exhausting days.
Gabe stood when they had finished dining, limping to Damian, who was doing the dishes. “I was thinking… I never clocked that promise you made when we captured Walter and his wife…”
Damian turned to him. “What promise?”
“That I could ask you anything I wanted, and you’d do it.”
“Oh…” He grinned. “This after almost two years? You sure don’t forget.” He wiped his hands and turned to Gabe. “So, what do you want?”
Gabe faced him, a slight burn on his cheeks. “Your ass.”
Damian’s face didn’t move, but a light of surprise ran across his steel eyes. “My ass?”
“Yes.” Waiting, his heart in his throat.
Damian ran his hand through his hair, but then just shrugged. “Fine.”
