“Go and settle. Go to bed. We’ll have breakfast tomorrow morning.”
She hugged him, tight. “Ok, Dad… Love you.”
“Love you too.” He kissed her on the forehead, thrilled to have her back. Just have her. Stepping out on the corridor, watching the doors close on that gorgeous, strong young woman. My daughter. Insane.
He walked to the room and knocked, hard, his heart beating at his chest. Hearing steps behind that white door. The latch. The door pulled open on that dim room. Gabe’s wide eyes. And for a moment, that’s all they could do. Stand there. Their eyes in their eyes. Like a dream.
Damian stepped in as Gabe backed off a bit. He closed the door, his steel eyes on him in that quiet room with its soft lights. He stepped close, their breaths warm, feeling each other’s heat as the air sizzled between them. Love. Lust. That insane pull. Gabe threw his arms around him, pulling close as Damian’s arms went around him, holding him tight. Their mouths meeting, hard, wide open. Deep kisses, lost in each other’s taste as they backed to the bed. Gabe only had his boxers and a T-shirt on, which Damian tore off, and he peeled Damian out of his clothes, kissing him, soft moans in his mouth. There was nothing else there but that primal urge to love the other one. No words needed as their bodies found each other, that skin to skin touch maddening. He fell on his back, letting Damian cover him, eat him up, steal his breath. Feeling his hands on his hips, gently pulling to the side, so he flipped, letting Damian spread his legs, kiss his neck, lap his way down his spine. Gabe moaned when his tongue found his crack, licking, biting softly. Pushing his tongue in, his fingers, then. Eating him up, until Gabe gave up, going a bit slack. Damian lay on him then, pushing in ever so slowly, biting his neck, his shoulders, but holding him tight with his arm around his chest. A small cry escaped Gabe’s lips when he buried in, deep. Almost crying, it felt so good, but Damian kissed his tears away, his hand cupping his jaw to turn his head into a deep kiss as he started thrusting. Deep, lush strokes first. Gabe’s moans intoxicating. Maddening. That building pleasure, so he held him tighter, biting his shoulders gently, licking with each stroke. Thrusting harder, not letting him squirm away. Feeling Gabe tremble, sweat break down his body.Nice. More. Harder. Deeper. Gabe’s moans turning into mewls, a death grip on his arm, but Damian didn’t let go, despite his trembling lips, his hitching breath. Knowing he was close, pushing him into the mattress, rocking his body, that slick sweat sliding on their skin.Sweet. Salty. Gabe. Pushing his mouth against his ear, licking, listening to his mewls and whines.
A soft whisper. Goosebumps rushing down Gabe’s body. “Come, little fuck.”
Gabe lost it, sobbing in his arms, letting Damian rock him, his mouth wide open on his neck, his teeth wedged in his skin. Feeling him lose it too with a moan, fill him, his hips jerking.
Lying there, unable to move as Damian heaved on his back. Gabe turned his head to him, his hazel eyes like pools of gold in that lamplight. “Big boss guy…” Smiling wide, they kissed, soft, holding tight.
They lay on their sides later, facing each other, silent, just their eyes playing in that exhausted, dazed state.
Damian reached out and stroked Gabe’s hair. “What did you say on the phone? That I’d forget you?”
Gabe’s face flushed, thankful for that dim yellow light. “Yes… I mean… you haven’t called.”
“Your number was wrong. Off. Harold did it, probably. Just like digging out your scumbag ex.”
“Oh… Raph… yes…”
“He filled your little head? That I would ditch you?”
Gabe watched him. “Yes. And you could… I mean… with your wealth… millions of men around you, at arm’s reach… you could choose now… it’s not like you had a choice there, right? Plenty to choose from here…”
Damian stayed silent, a bit amused, maybe pissed, too. He sighed, stroking Gabe’s hair, leaving his hand in his strands. “Every word out of your pretty mouth is nonsense. Why would I choose anybody else?”
Gabe licked his lips. “It’s not like you lived before… you know…”
“So… I should fuck around? Spend my money on golden boys?” He pursed his lips. “Why are you with me, Gabe? It’s not like you had a choice, right?”
“I… I love you.”
He closed his fist gently in Gabe’s hair. “And I love you. I don’t need to ‘live’, ok? I am alive with you.”
“You might change… we are not on our island… and all that money… could fuck your brain up.”
Damian smiled. “Ah, really? All that money…”
“Just… just how rich are you?”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“Maybe… I am not a gold digger.”
Damian laughed, stroking his hand down Gabe’s face. “I figured.” His eyes shone. “Let’s just say when all the legal shit is done, I’ll still be pretty rich. Even if I left the house and my cars to Maddie.”
“Ok…” Blowing a small breath, trying to wrap his head around what he’d said. Not even sure he wanted it.
“Hey. Still me?”
“I know…”
“What’s your worry?”
