Deliver Us (17 page)

With his arm now slung over his eyes, Gabriel’s lips are parted, his chest rising and falling quickly. He gasps and arches up off the bed when Darrek encircles his full, heavy cock with a firm, callused hand. It jumps and swells more under the touch and Gabriel rocks his hips up into Darrek’s fist, searching for friction and relief. Darrek can’t see his eyes, though. He wants to see them, but they are well-hidden by Gabriel’s forearm.

Refocusing his attention, Darrek takes in the sight before him, the thick, curved line of Gabriel’s cock, lying up against his belly, the pulsing vein running along the shaft, the soft nest of curls at the base. His mouth watering in anticipation of having Gabriel’s cock in his mouth for the first time, Darrek licks over his lips to moisten them, preparing to wrap them around Gabriel’s flesh.

That’s when he sees it.

And he realizes why Gabriel is hiding his eyes.

“Is this... is this what I think it is?” Darrek asks, his voice sounding strange in his own ears—uneven, lilting and hushed.

He touches the spot in question carefully with the pad of his thumb and Gabriel twists his left leg inward, attempting to turn his hips away and hide.

Darrek can hear Gabriel muttering to himself, too low to make out the words.

“Gabriel?”

Taking Gabriel by the knee, he guides him open so that he’s exposed again, his bent legs fallen widely apart, the covers all thrown back. Gabriel lets him, and lies there, motionless, naked, no longer attempting to hide. It’s too late for that now. He knows it.

Darrek just stares at the mark, suddenly buffeted by thoughts, reactions and emotions.

“Say something,” Darrek rasps.

“This is why I don’t let people...” he mumbles, trailing off. Then curses sharply, punching the bed with a closed fist, “
Shit
! Shit, shit, shit!”

Darrek blinks dumbly at him.

“Look, it’s not a big deal,” Gabriel grunts, marginally recovering himself. “It’s been there since I was a kid, okay? I’ve had it since... forever.”

Darrek traces the perfect circle of the scar with his fingertip, the raised, marred skin, about the size of a pencil eraser. It’s easy to miss unless you’re looking closely, since it sits very close to the base of Gabriel’s penis and is partially covered by the soft curls of hair there.

“He did this to you?” Darrek hisses.

“Can’t we just forget it? It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Someone burned you with a cigarette, Gabriel. Why the fuck would someone burn you here with a cigarette?”

“Because Harry is a sick bastard, that’s why. Surprise!” Gabriel says sarcastically and somewhat maliciously. “What, you think a man that enjoys fucking a little boy that’s supposed to be his son wouldn’t get off on putting a cigarette out on his genitals, too?”

“Hey....”

“I
told
, okay? I told my mom what he did to me. And he found out that I told her, so he was angry. That’s all. He was trying to scare me.”

“
You told her?
”

“Yeah, I told her. Of course I told her. I wanted it to stop! I wanted her to help and
believe
me!”

“She didn’t
believe you
?” Darrek gasps.

Gabriel loops his other arm over his face as well and his words get harder to hear, even in the perfect silence of the house.

The only thing he can make out is, “...thought I was just jealous of her new husband.”

Shifting up the bed, Darrek pulls Gabriel’s arms away. He brushes away the wetness around his lover’s eyes, the color of storm clouds, teardrops caught in the curls of his dark eyelashes. Cupping Gabriel’s face in his hands, he says to him, knowing there are not really words for this, “I’m so sorry. No one should have to suffer that sort of nightmare, least of all a defenseless, innocent child. You deserved better from your parents. That’s... the saddest thing I ever heard. No wonder you ran away.”

“Yeah...” he murmurs, eyes lowered.

“Your mom never found out what Harry was doing to you?”

“Christ, I hope not! I hope she was just blind and stupid. It’s kind of the least horrifying option.”

“Did he—did Harry ever... with your siblings?”

“I don’t think so. I was kind of his favorite,” Gabriel says and then, picking up the flower from the nightstand, spins it between his fingers and asks, “Can we stop talking about it now?”

“Yeah.”

They lay together for a while, and Darrek gives Gabriel time—as much time as he needs. Slowly Gabriel seems to refocus on the present instead of the past, and the hand that had been playing over Darrek’s body all at once grabs hold of the long, light brown hair streaked with gold at the nape of Darrek’s neck and pulls him over for a kiss. Plundering Darrek’s mouth, Gabriel guides Darrek’s hand down to his re-swelling cock. Darrek takes the hint and strokes Gabriel into hardness.

“Still wanna taste you,” he breathes when Gabriel momentarily releases his lips, one of his hands squeezing hard at the rounded, muscular swell of Darrek’s ass.

“Do it, then,” Gabriel grunts, now thrusting slowly, rhythmically, into Darrek’s fist.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Do it. Fucking do it.”

Wrapping his hands around the tops of each of Darrek’s shoulders, Gabriel pushes him down along the length of his body. Then he grabs hold of Darrek’s head with both of his hands, watching as Darrek slips an opened hand under his dick, circling the base of it with his thumb and index finger, and guides it to his mouth. Taking it in and sealing his lips under the ridge, he licks experimentally over the silky-smooth pink flesh of the head, salty drops of pre-come leaking out onto his tongue.

“Come on, Dare,” Gabriel groans impatiently, “Don’t fucking tease me, just suck my cock. As hard as you can, okay? Remember when I had my fingers in your mouth and down your throat? How you relaxed and opened up for me? Open up just like that.”

“Mm-hmm,” he hums, his eyes locked to Gabriel’s as Gabriel’s hands on the sides of his head—tangled in the hair at his temples—guide him down, the length of him sliding back between Darrek’s lips, over his tongue and into the perfect glove of his throat, deeper and deeper. There’s a moment of mild panic, with Darrek breathing heavily through his nose with nervousness, when his oxygen is cut off and he feels the head of Gabriel’s cock lodge in his throat. He fights back a strong urge to buck and gag.

“No, just relax, baby. Just relax and stay nice and open for me,” Gabriel croons as Darrek blinks away the wetness gathering at the corners of his eyes. He slowly guides Darrek’s mouth back up, Gabriel’s reddened dick withdrawing, sliding back out from between Darrek’s spit-slick and shiny lips which are still pressed in a tight seal around his throbbing flesh.

“Good. Yeah, just like that,” he groans as he feels Darrek give in a little more and Gabriel thrusts back up into his mouth. He doesn’t gag this time, so they gradually speed up the pace as Gabriel uses Darrek’s mouth, violating it with smooth, tilted thrusts of his hips.

Gabriel stays in control, holding Darrek still as he fucks up into him faster and faster. Groaning loudly, he feels Darrek suck harder and swipe his tongue up over the heated flesh stuffed inside of him whenever it dislodges from his throat and pulls out until the ridge of the head catches at his lips.

Darrek cups Gabriel’s balls and rolls them in his hand. He’s not even sure Gabriel is consciously aware that Darrek is doing it, perhaps too focused on the other ways he is being stimulated, but his legs begin to open more, almost automatically, as he does. Planting his feet more firmly on the bed, angling his thrusts, Gabriel is spread wide under Darrek.

It makes Darrek think fleetingly of the phone call they’d shared the other day, and his promises to spread Gabriel out, just like this, and kiss him. The hand not braced on the bed moves and caresses the downy, soft curls of hair covering Gabriel’s inner thighs.

Gabriel moans long and deep, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as he chases his orgasm.

Acting on instinct alone, Darrek’s hand slides up to where Gabriel’s right thigh joins with his body, tracing the curve of his ass. His thumb rubs over the spot just behind Gabriel’s balls. It gets a strong reaction from him. Gabriel’s breath catches and he makes a swallowed back mewling cry. So Darrek presses harder there, at the small patch of skin, and then rubs down across his clenched hole and up into the crease of his ass. Then back down, finding then slowly circling his opening.

“Dare... Darrek...” he whimpers, the rhythm of his hips’ movements faltering and slowing. “
Fuck
....”

As Darrek just teases back and forth over the puckered ring of muscle, Gabriel’s entire body vibrates with a shudder. He slams back hard into Darrek’s mouth as he loses control. Now the tears are streaming from Darrek’s eyes. It becomes harder for him to focus on how he’s touching Gabriel as he struggles just to breathe.

He doesn’t realize his fingertip is slowly pressing into Gabriel’s body until Gabriel cries out brokenly. Darrek freezes and looks quickly up at him. He wants to ask if Gabriel is okay, but with his mouth and throat otherwise occupied, he just has to trust in Gabriel to tell him what to do and when to stop.

Darrek pulls his finger out and away, but Gabriel just growls roughly, “No! Do it. I want you to. Go on. Finger me.”

His index finger slides back to the spot, to the opening in Gabriel’s body and at first just presses lightly. Eyes locked to Gabriel’s face, or at least what he can see of it with the way his head is thrown back and his eyes blurry with tears, Darrek gradually, steadily, pushes it inside.

The walls of Gabriel’s body squeeze his dry finger tightly, and he can feel his pulse, the throbbing and fluttering of his muscles as Gabriel attempts to unclench and relax.

Darrek tugs his finger back out until it’s freed then pushes right back inside, past the outer ring and in to the last knuckle, crooking his finger and stroking gently over the soft walls lining the cavity of Gabriel’s body. Gabriel bucks off the bed, Darrek’s finger buried completely inside him and chokes out a jagged, keening cry. His dick is hard as steel on Darrek’s tongue, though, and Darrek knows he’s close.

“F-faster. Faster...” Gabriel gasps.

Finger-fucking Gabriel rapidly, Darrek hums with pleasure around the flesh filling his mouth. The only sounds in the room—besides the desperate ones currently purring from Gabriel—are slick, wet and obscene. Gabriel’s cock, coated thickly with pre-come and saliva, moves in and out between Darrek’s now equally wet lips.

“Dare... pull off,” he chokes out and guides Darrek’s mouth up and off with his hands, his dick slipping free of Darrek’s lips, a glistening strand of wetness joining them. Gabriel releases his hold on Darrek’s head and instead squeezes up his cock with hard pulls of his hand. Then he’s coming, thick jets of spunk spurting from him, moaning brokenly. Darrek catches some of it in his opened mouth as he dips his head, moving to take the cockhead back between his lips. Gabriel keeps stroking up his shaft as Darrek carefully sucks him clean, swallowing down every drop that pulses free, just as his finger keeps working in the clenched vessel of his body. He angles his wrist and tugs his finger in slower movements as Gabriel comes down.

When he’s through it, Gabriel’s hand falls away. Darrek pulls his mouth off and frees his finger from Gabriel’s still-tight hole. Moving back up the bed, he grins at the deep, hot flush covering Gabriel’s face, neck and chest, his ears red and eyes bright.

Darrek giggles and says, “You look so cute like this. Wow. God, I love being able to see you after you come. You’re all pink and your hair’s fuzzy. It’s kind of awesome.”

“I’m glad you’re entertained,” he says with a tiny twitch of his pursed lips that could be a smile.

“Thank you for letting me do that,” he whispers, tangling himself up in Gabriel’s arms which take him right in, laying his hand over Gabriel’s still-rapidly-beating heart. “I guess that was kind of a big deal for you, right?”

“Yeah. I don’t... I don’t let anyone touch me like that anymore.”

“Except me?” Darrek ventures.

“Except you,” he nods in agreement. “Because I trust you.”

“You really trust me?” Darrek asks, shifting to get a clearer look at Gabriel’s face.

“Yeah. I guess I do. It’s... not something I, like,
decided
. I just do, I guess.”

“I’m really glad to hear that,” Darrek admits.

“But... I kind of need some time to work up to doing... more. I don’t bottom. Ever. It has too many... psychological... um...
problems
, for me. It’s just something that has never been appealing. I’m guessing you want to fuck me eventually, though, right?”

“Hey... I get that you’re conflicted about stuff because of how you were abused. I’m not going to push you to do something you don’t want to do, but I won’t lie. I do want to be with you like that. I would like you to trust me that much.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Is it a problem?”

“No. But it’s not going to be easy for me to go there, and I need you to be really patient with me. And maybe someday... maybe someday I’ll be ready.”

“Okay. Fair enough.”