Of course, he stills my hand before I even start having any fun. “Can I at least suck you off? I promise I won’t ask for more.” I nestle into his neck, trying to tempt him. “Consider it a thank you for taking care of me.”
“I’m not expecting a thank you, Ender.”
Sighing at his bullheadedness, I tell him, “Then I’ll consider it a gift from you to make me feel better.”
My head starts bouncing on his shoulder as he laughs. “Hey Ender,” he says, snark in full force. “Hope you’re feeling better. If not, here’s my cock to suck. That should do the trick.” The absurdity of it makes me laugh along with him.
I look up at him, hoping he’ll see sincerity in my eyes. “Jackass. I’m just saying I’ll enjoy it just as much as you will.”
His chest rises beneath my chin, then falls as he releases my hand, giving in to my pleading.
I quickly pull down his sweats, before he changes his mind, and rest them under his balls, taking a second to admire his thick cock before swallowing him. The staggered coolness of steel against my tongue feels weird, but I embrace it. As I suck, I hone in on all the ways his body guides me. His hand, slowly rubbing my back and shoulders, as I work him over. His moans,turning from a low hum between his lips, to open-mouthed panting as he starts thrusting deeper into my throat.
“Fuck.” Gabe’s hands grab fistfuls of my hair, holding me still. “I’m coming.”
I feel him start to swell just before he releases a burst of salty cum, and I relish in the pulsing on my tongue as I moan around his cock. I drink down every drop and enjoy the sting on my scalp from his tight grip. I finish with one last swipe on his tip, slipping my tongue into his slit, causing him to shiver even more with the aftershocks.
I barely give Gabe a second to catch his breath before I'm lying on top of him. As we kiss, our tongues tangle, sharing the remnants of his release until the saltiness dissipates and I want to go for round two. Already, Gabe’s bare cock is beginning to swell again between us, but I stop his frantic hands on the back of my waistband.
“No,” I say, pulling away from him. “I said I wouldn’t ask for anything more.”
The intensity in his eyes fades into something so foreign I can’t understand it. His forehead drops, resting against mine with a sigh. “Maybe later?”
I smile even though he can’t see it. “Maybe.”
I don’t know which one of us moves first. Fixing Gabe’s sweats between our bodies, we move to lie down across the length of the couch with our legs twisted around each other, wrapped in each other’s arms.
The soothing motion on my back helps me relax, until Gabe purrs, “It’s really hard to fall asleep with your hard-on still begging me for attention.” His gentle thrust lets me know right where I’m resting my erection.
“Shhhh, just let it happen and go to sleep.”
His chuckling is the sweetest sound in the world as I begin to drift away.
As we walk into The Garden, my back is killing me from the position we fell asleep in last night on Gabe’s couch— but waking up in his arms after the day we had yesterday was well worth the pain.
Before I left early this morning, he said he was coming out with us tonight, although I’m still terrified that he'll change his mind after having some time to think about yesterday. If he’s smart, he’ll walk through that door, telling me we’re better off as friends. Given how he took care of me all day, respecting me no matter how hard I tried to get in his pants, I’d be happy to at least have him in my life—he seems like he’d be a good friend to have on your side. I’m truly hoping it doesn’t come to that, though.
Connor and I grab beers and find our friends in our usual spot. Everyone’s here except Gabe, Luke, and Kaden. My pulse picks up with anxiety. Did he change his mind?
Thankfully, those thoughts silence— temporarily—when he wanders our way, grinning like a cat that swallowed a canary with two beers in his hands.
My nosy as fuck best friend makes it obvious that he knows about us, allowing Gabe to take his seat next to me on the couch. Polite as ever, Gabe gives a nod of appreciation to Connor.
“Hey, cutie. Fancy meeting you here.” Gabe’s immediate playfulness has me feeling immediate relief.
“Hey, babe.” The words leave my mouth before I can catch myself. I don’t have to guess if he heard my mishap—it’s written all over his face.
What the fuck, Ender?
As I hang my head in shame, I feel a warm hand on the small of my back that sends chills up my spine.
“It’s not the worst thing that could have happened tonight, right?” His words are not as reassuring as he thinks.
“The night is still young. Don’t count me out of the running for ‘Who can say the dumbest shit of the night?’ contest.” His grip on my hip feels like a warning to stop the negative talk. In my poor attempt to change the subject, I say, “Are one of those for me, or are you just double-fisting tonight?”
“Double-fisting. Ooh kinky.” We get curious looks from Faith and Connor when they hear me laughing over the loud debate they are having with Lanie, Jackson, and Dakota.
“You know damn well what I meant.”
