He ran his fingertips back down Gabriel’s stomach, flicking open the button at the top of his fly.
Gabriel took a deep breath, hoping he was what Reid wanted. He had no idea what a gay man would look for, what he might see in him.
In all fairness, he also had no idea what women looked for.
“Boxer briefs,” Reid commented, a smile in his voice as he slid the zipper of Gabriel’s jeans down. “Solid choice.”
Gabriel laughed softly. “You keep complimenting my clothing choices,” he said. He wasn’t used to that, though it didn’t feel as strange as it might have.
“Because those are actualchoices. I’m not gonna pretend your body isn’t attractive to me, but you can only affect that so much. I’m complimenting your taste, because that’s who you really are. When you see as many different bodies as I do, almost all of them broken in some way… you stop caring so much what people look like.”
Gabriel breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t need to worry about being what Reid was looking for, because Reid wasn’t looking for the things everyone else was.
That was probably why Gabriel liked him so much.
He gasped as Reid slid his hands around to the small of his back, shoving them down past the waistband of his jeans, grabbing his ass through his underwear. A tug of need hit him low in the gut, his cock stirring for the first time.
That saved him worrying that he wasn’t going to be able to get hard for this. He was still scared, aware that there were a thousand unknowns to come, but it was one less thing on his mind, one less place where he could screw up.
“Not that you haven’t got the world’s cutest ass,” Reid said, squeezing firmly. His hands were so strong, his touch confident, everything about him so sure and experienced.
How did he not have people lining up to have sex with him?
Maybe he did. Maybe Gabriel was one in a long string of ex-patients who’d fallen deeply in lust with their hot physiotherapist and showed up on his doorstep, ready to let Reid bend them over the back of his couch.
“Thank you,” Gabriel said belatedly, the blood rushing away from his brain and straight to his cock. “I have a great physical therapist.”
“Not anymore,” Reid said softly. “Which is why I can do this,” he added, leaning in and brushing his nose against Gabriel’s before touching their lips together, just the barest pressure at first.
The contact lit a fire in Gabriel’s gut, heat flaring up inside him as Reid pulled him in, nipped at his lower lip, swiped his tongue over it to get Gabriel to gasp, open his mouth, let Reid in.
Gabriel moaned into Reid’s mouth, parting his lips to let him have whatever he wanted, eager to take whatever Reid was willing to give him. His stomach tightened as Reid hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, shoving them down along with his jeans.
Reid pulled him closer, their bellies pressed up against each other. Gabriel’s heart leapt as he felt his cock brush against Reid’s, the first time he’d ever touched another man like this.
It was hot. There was no other word for it, his brain shorting out at the sensation. This was what turned him on.
Whatever that meant about him, he couldn’t pretend it wasn’t true. Not anymore. Not now that it was happening, and his balls already ached at how good it was to let Reid touch him, how excited he was at the thought of being with another man.
With Reid, specifically. He’d never wanted anyone like this.
“Shoes,” Gabriel mumbled against Reid’s mouth, pushing against his chest to move him back so he’d have enough space to kick them off. He was glad now that he’d chosen worn-out sneakers that barely held onto his feet anymore.
He kicked his pants, shoes, and underwear away, standing in front of Reid in socked feet and nothing else.
Reid licked his lips, looking Gabriel up and down.
Another shock of arousal hit him as Reid made a soft, approving sound, lingering on all the places Gabriel was happiest with now. Looking at him with dark eyes, his lips parted, his tongue darting out to wet them again.
Looking at him like hewantedhim. Like people did in movies.
Gabriel had never felt like this before. Not really. He’d never felt this wanted, and not by someone he wanted back.
He was definitely not straight, but he really didn’t want to think about everything that meant right now.
“I’m agreattherapist,” he said after a moment, grinning at his own joke. “Look at you. You’re perfect.”
“I bet you say that to all the ex-patients you have over.”
