Deliver Us (25 page)

“Yes. God, yes. Thank you,” Darrek sighs, curling his hands around the backs of Gabriel’s knees, the side of his face resting against Gabriel’s pelvis. “Thank you. I’d
really
like that. Kyle... he's been there for me through so much, and when no one else was. He deserves an apology.”

“Good. I thought you’d say something like that. How long has he been your best friend?”

“I don’t even know... forever, maybe. As far back as I can remember at least. I can’t speak for
him
, obviously, but... I need to apologize to him for how I behaved. I don’t want to lose his friendship over this. Even if he doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore, I still need to tell him that and, I know that you’ll help me find a way. But, honestly... just the fact that you would be
willing
to help me and help
him
after what happened... I can’t even wrap my mind around it.”

“Well, I don’t want you to worry about any of that today. Just do what you need to do. I’m going to go do what
I
need to do, run some errands, and I’ll be back later,” Gabriel tells him, fingers stroking down the side of Darrek’s face, around and under his chin and lifting it so that he can look into his trusting brown eyes. They catch the sunlight and turn golden. “I’d like to have you later, Darrek. I want to get my hands on you and make you feel everything and anything you want to feel. You tell me how far or how much, but I just... I need to have you. I want to take you right now, bent over the fucking table, or hell, on top of the table... but I think it’ll be even better if we have to wait all day for it. Would you let me?”

“Fuck yes,” Darrek breathes, holding even tighter to Gabriel’s legs, inhaling his scent while he still can. “God, the things you do to me. They’re like air, I need them so goddamned bad. Please. Please... you can take me any way you want me.”

“I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to take a break, or, you know... take it easy today. I wasn’t sure you’d want to.”

“Gabe... I don’t think I’ve ever needed you more. It’s like... it’s like after what happened last night... I just want to be with you.”

“Why?”

“Because... because I care about you and I know now that you
really do
care about me too. I have you under my skin now. When I’m with you, whether we’re having sex, or you’re just touching me, making me feel and react, or if we’re just doing the damn dishes... I’ve never felt so lo....” He chokes on the word, not knowing if he’s gone too far, meaning it, but just because he
means it
doesn’t mean it’s alright to say. Gabriel’s eyes beg him to finish though, so he does, without any further hesitation. “I’ve
never
felt so loved. Not with
anyone
. That you could forgive me, even after I was shitty to you—
really
forgive me... no one’s ever done something that big for me. I’m convinced. I’m committed. I would do absolutely
anything
for you, and I want to make you so fucking proud of me. I just want the chance to show you how much I mean those words. Nothing has ever been more important to me than just being worthy of you. I need you to take me, or fuck me, or hurt me, or punish me, or make love to me. I need anything you think I deserve.”

“Come here,” Gabriel breathes, pulling Darrek to his feet, wrapping the younger man’s tall, muscular body in his arms, enclosing him in a gentle hug. They stand like that for long minutes, until Gabriel murmurs against Darrek’s chest, “Now I don’t wanna leave.”

“Do your errands. It’s okay... as long as you come right back.”

Darrek feels Gabriel’s lips moving soundlessly against his body, forming unspoken words.

“Me too,” Darrek whispers into Gabriel’s tousled hair.

After hours spent arranging his new contract with Diadem, Gabriel has reassigned his clients and made some very difficult phone calls. He has also stopped by the house to gather some of his belongings, and just missed running into Trace. Aware that it looks like he is moving out, or at least beginning to move in with Darrek, Gabriel is not at all ready to defend his choices to Trace.

His errands completed, and his life in as much order as it is going to get, Gabriel stands in the darkened doorway and watches Darrek work in the garage.

It makes Darrek self-conscious, feeling the weight of Gabriel’s stare on him. Every move he makes, every time he bends over the workbench to sand down the far end of the planks he is readying, every time he brushes sweaty strands of hair out of his face, he knows Gabriel is watching. Gabriel is staring at his shifting body, the muscles working under his clothes. Feeling like he is on display, a flush of heat simmers up through his body, starting in the pit of his stomach, racing up his spine, tickling up the back of his neck and around, reaching to the tips of his ears, coloring his cheeks. As his dick swells and presses against the front of his jeans, he becomes self-conscious of that as well, just hoping that Gabriel does not notice how easy it is for him to affect him.

When Gabriel appears behind him, though, and; reaching around Darrek’s body; rubs the palm of his right hand over the pulled-taut front of his pants, Darrek bites his tongue, sets his jaw, and goes very still. Gabriel chuckles, as he traces the outline of Darrek’s cock with careful, light fingers, playing and squeezing over the head until Darrek exhales a shaky breath.

Gabriel says low in his ear, “I’m going to borrow some of your gardening tools until I pick up some of my own.”

“Mmn... okay. Yeah... okay,” Darrek nods. He’s unable to think or function with Gabriel’s fingertips rubbing small circles at the tip of his cock.

“Thanks,” he says in response then is gone, tools in hand.

Fifteen minutes later, after finally calming down enough to trust himself around the power tools, Darrek goes back to work.

After dusk has begun to fall, Gabriel reappears once more in the doorway, hands washed clean, and changed into fresh clothes, as the ones he had been wearing were soiled with dirt from his efforts in the flowerbeds.

Darrek pauses in his work immediately. Frozen in place, he follows Gabriel out of the corner of his eye. Gabriel sees him doing it and chuckles, saying, “You look like a scared rabbit waiting for some big scary dog to come and try to sink its teeth into you. All that’s missing is the pink, twitching nose. You’ve already got the perky little ass ready to leap into action and the raring sex drive.”

“Are you... gonna watch some more... or....”

Masking his expression, Gabriel strides over to him again. Stepping up to Darrek’s left side, he presses his thigh against Darrek’s, cupping his crotch with a hand. With the other, he rubs a fingertip firmly up the crease in the seat of his pants, and asks, “Would you like me to watch?”

Darrek exhales sharply.

Gabriel represses a smile. Now rubbing back and forth over the particular spot that most interests him in the crevice of Darrek's ass, Gabriel continues with, “Actually, I wanted to ask if it’s okay with you if I install some... hardware... in the bedroom. Just a few strategically placed hooks above the headboard, maybe one in the ceiling. You have a couple of screw eye hooks in a jar over there that’d work really well, and are big enough for a chain to be fed through. And, I see you have a stud finder. I’ll make sure they’re firmly anchored so they don’t pull out of the wallboard and they’d be easy enough to patch up with....”

“Yes!” Darrek gasps impatiently, eyes closed.

Smiling at the outburst, Gabriel falls quiet, licking his lips.

“You interrupted me,” he says quietly.

“I’m sorry!” Darrek says, still breathless. “I’m really sorry, sir.”

“Maybe I should discipline you for that....”

Darrek swallows thickly and Gabriel feels Darrek’s cock jump, pulsing hot inside his pants, moving against his hand.

“Yes, sir,” Darrek agrees.

“Okay. I’ll be right back. Don’t move from this spot.”

Just a minute or so later, Darrek hears footsteps leading from the back door of the house to the garage, and then up behind him. Darrek doesn’t turn around, he stays perfectly still and opens wide as Gabriel fits a gag between his lips, pushing the hard red rubber ball back between his upper and lower teeth, lips stretched and pressed around it, and secures the straps tightly behind his head.

As he works, Gabriel explains at Darrek’s ear, his deep, authoritative voice stirring an insistent tickle of lust low in Darrek’s belly and making the blood pulse and throb even more in his over-filled dick.

“That’s to teach you to be quiet while I’m talking to you, to hold your tongue and be respectful of me, and wait to respond until it is appropriate for you to do so. I’ll remove it when you’re done working. When you’re finished in here, meet me upstairs in the bedroom. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Darrek moans, but when Gabriel’s hand slips under the front of his shirt and his fingers push down inside the front of his jeans, over hot, tight skin and farther down still, inside his boxers, he hurriedly bites off the sound.

“You’re wet, my beautiful slave. Your dick is leaking all over your underwear. Perhaps I should get you a chastity device as well so you don’t keep soiling your clothes.”

Gabriel’s hand forces its way lower and his fingers curl and squeeze around his shaft and balls. He doesn’t move the hand; he just squeezes with steady pressure, and is more than a little surprised when Darrek makes a low grunt and comes in his pants. Hips twitching, pushing forward into the grip of Gabriel's hand, Darrek's pelvic and stomach muscles all contract as he spills hot and wet over his underwear and Gabriel’s fingers as well.

“Jesus, you were more worked up than I thought," Gabriel admits. "Well, I guess there’s a second part to your lesson about
control
today. No cleaning up or getting changed. You can work in your come-filled pants as well as the gag.”

Nodding and flushed, Darrek shudders a little with aftershocks.

Pulling his hand free, Gabriel wipes it clean with the edge of Darrek’s shirt. Turning away, he gathers some more supplies—a hammer, cordless drill, anchors, a handful of the screw eye hooks, the stud finder, and a few other things—before heading back to the house.

An hour later, Darrek appears in the doorway to the bedroom. The gag is still snug between his dehydrated, stretched-wide lips. His jaw aches, and the front of his pants displays a large, drying stain. As Gabriel approaches, Darrek keeps his eyes averted, his head lowered and fingers laced behind his back.

Immediately removing the gag with quick work of his fingers at the straps, he pulls it from Darrek’s mouth. Gossamer-like strings of saliva connect it to his mouth as Gabriel pulls it away. Darrek licks his lips, rubs the back of a hand over his mouth and flexes his jaw, working the stiffness out of it with a quiet sigh.

“Are you ready to start or do you need to eat something first?” Gabriel asks. “Be honest.”

“The truth is that I’m going to explode if we don’t start right the fuck now—with all due respect... Master.”

He is jittering with nerves and eager anticipation, and Gabriel can see that his slave’s words are true from the look in his pleading eyes.

“Okay. I want to start by prepping you, so follow me into the bathroom.”

Walking into the room, Darrek trails right behind him. Gabriel gathers shaving cream, a new, unused razor, and a towel, placing it all on the counter. Then, he closes the sink’s drain and fills it with warm water, saying, “Remove all of your clothing and step into the tub. Wash your genitals off with soap, rinse well and then dry off.”

He sits down on the closed lid of the toilet and watches Darrek follow his instructions, pleased that Darrek knows better than to try to close the curtain and block the view. Darrek uses the showerhead to wet himself down then lathers up his fully hard dick and balls, reaching between his legs as well to wash his ass. Then he rinses off and steps out of the tub, in front of Gabriel.

“Good,” Gabriel tells him, picking up the shaving cream. “Obviously your pubic hair has grown back in a little since our last session at Diadem, so I’m going to shave you completely now. Does that make you nervous?”