Kindred Spirits

Warnings: This chapter contains graphic sex between two consenting teenage boys (Gabriel and Peter are both almost 18). If that offends you, please turn back now.


Chapter 3

Tonight was the night. Gabriel had barely gotten a wink of sleep the previous night, and every time he thought about Peter and their upcoming date, his heart sped up and the colour rose in his cheeks.

//Is this what it means to be in love? Because if it is, it’s frightening. Frightening and exhilarating at the same time. I wonder if Peter feels the same way about me. Probably not. He’s been through it before. Oh, God, I’m so nervous!//

Gabriel stood naked before a full-length mirror in the bathroom, recently stepped out of the shower. He wiped the steam away from the glass and regarded his reflection with intense scrutiny. He was ugly. There was simply no denying it. At this moment Gabriel found everything about his appearance flawed. The too-large, warped nose, the irregular, protruding teeth which had earned him the less-than-flattering nickname “Buck tooth”, the cheeks that refused to lose their “baby plumpness” no matter how much weight he lost. And of course, the eyebrows. Ever since he was little, the thick, bushy eyebrows had been a constant source of misery for Gabriel. Even now he was sometimes told to learn how to pluck them, which he had tried without much success. The hair on his face grew even faster than that on his body.

He looked at his body in the mirror and was displeased with what he saw there, as well. He was tall and slender, but the recent growth spurt had rendered him with limbs far too long compared to his torso, which gave him a gangly, giraffe-like appearance and unfortunately also made him very clumsy. While his peers had always been fond of tripping him, he quite often did it without any intervention from anyone else.

Then there was also the thing with his posterior, jutting out from the rest of his flat, lanky frame. While not huge, his ass, combined with the strong curvature of his lower back, accentuated his lower body enough to attract painful and unwanted attention from others and lower his self-esteem even further. It did not exactly help that Gabriel had never been fond of phys ed.

To be honest, Gabriel did not understand why someone like Peter had taken an interest in him in the first place. Peter, with his personality, looks and money could get practically anyone, girl or guy. Yet he was courting a poor watchmaker’s son who had been unofficially crowned the school freak. While Gabriel did not comprehend Peter’s motives, he was not going to let that stop him from enjoying this.

Wiping his dripping wet body with a towel, Gabriel paused to grip his genitals. He gave his member a few firm strokes and watched it harden in his hand. He liked to think that he wasn’t too badly off in this department, judging from what he had seen in the locker room after gym class. Still… He had never seen another man’s erection before, not even on a picture. What would Peter think once he saw Gabriel naked?

He was going to make love to Peter tonight. That had been their unspoken agreement. Dinner, movie and flowers – then sex. Gabriel wanted to be ready, but truth was he did not know what to expect. His knowledge of sex was limited to say the least, and his knowledge of gay sex even more so. Peter probably wanted to penetrate him anally. As far as Gabriel knew, that was the only way for two males to have sex together.

//Oh my God, will it hurt? Or worse, will it bleed? I’ve never had anything up there before. What if I have to scream? Peter will think I’m a freak. I’ll make a fool of myself, and he’ll never want to see me again!//

There was only one way to find out. Gabriel made sure that the bathroom door was locked, even though neither of his parents was home. His father was still at work, and his mother had gone to visit her sister in Queens. He parted his feet and kept a firm eye on the mirror, where his reflection glared back with the same resolve.

Gabriel passed his hands over his still-damp body and slid a finger into the cleft between his buttocks. While he did masturbate regularly – always when he was certain he didn’t risk being caught by his parents – he had never tried this before. The ring of muscle protecting his nether opening was tight and tensed up even further when the intruding finger attempted to force past it. It was just one finger, and it didn’t exactly hurt but still felt far from comfortable. The thought of Peter made his cock twitch and his face heat up, but he seriously doubted that he would be able to enjoy the penetration itself. Lord, what if…? A frightening scenario passed through Gabriel’s mind. What if he wouldn’t be able to control his bowel movements during or after the act? He let out a miserable, semi-conscious whimper and withdrew his hand.

//Stop being such a wuss. There are men who do that sort of thing regularly, and it’s not like every single gay guy has bowel problems, is it? Now get over yourself//

“Relax, it’s just a guy, after all…” Gabriel said to his reflection. “You’d better find something to wear – something nice – or you’ll still be standing here in the nude when Peter rings the bell.”

Peter was to pick him up at six o’clock sharp, and the time now was almost half past five. Gabriel wrapped a towel around his waist and gave his other self in the mirror a small but triumphant smile before exiting the bathroom.

*

Peter entered Gabriel’s apartment building three minutes to six, carrying a bouquet of lilies and roses that he had picked up on the way. It was a combination that worked very well, at least according to the flower seller he’d bought them from. ‘Your girlfriend will love them’ the man had said, and Peter had not bothered to correct him.

He could faintly smell mould in the stairwell as he ascended to the first floor; the building was old and decrepit and not very well cared for. It didn’t take him long to find the door labelled “Gray”, and pulse racing in excitement, Peter rang the doorbell.

It was Gabriel himself who answered the door. Peter was not sure of what he had expected, but the sight that greeted him practically left him with his jaw on the floor. Gabriel looked absolutely stunning, clad in a black suit jacket, a light grey shirt and slim, dark jeans that accentuated his shapely legs with excellent results, so very different from the burled slacks Peter was used to seeing him in. His hair, normally combed in a flat side parting, had been swept back and given some volume, most likely with the aid of hairspray. Peter caught the scent of shampoo and soap in the air, suggesting that Gabriel had showered just recently.

Gabriel gazed down at himself, and Peter realized he had been staring. “Wow…” he got out. “Gabriel, you look gorgeous!”

The watchmaker’s son smiled back shyly, smoothing the front of his attire. The jacket actually came from his father’s wardrobe, but he was not going to share that particular piece of information with Peter. “Thanks…”

“I love what you’ve done with your hair.”

Pink spots appeared on Gabriel’s cheeks and he averted his eyes from Peter’s. Inwardly he was overjoyed at Peter’s reaction to his new look. Had he finally been able to get something right?

Peter handed the flowers over to his friend. “I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, so…” he said with a shrug.

“These are lovely…” Gabriel inhaled the fragrance of the bouquet. “Thank you, Peter.”

The dark-haired boy grinned back and offered his arm to Gabriel, who took it readily. Together they left the building and headed for Peter’s car. Gabriel could not help worrying that some of his neighbours might see him walking arm in arm with another boy, but he loved being near Peter far too much to break the contact. It amused him that even though he was noticeably taller than his date, he still felt like the lady of the pair.

And indeed, Peter did not hold back on his chivalry, holding the car door open for a now giggling Gabriel and closing it once he’d gotten seated.

“Are your folks okay with your being out this late?” asked Peter once they were both seated in the Porsche, hand already on the ignition key.

“Yes, of course,” Gabriel lied. He hoped it came out convincingly, as he was actually not used to lying at all. However, his fear that Peter might cancel their date if he found out the truth gave Gabriel no choice. He breathed a sigh of relief when no further questions were asked and the engine roared to life.

“Where are you taking me?” Gabriel asked after some time in motion. Peter had not given away anything about their destination, except that they were going out for dinner.

“Surprise…” Peter grinned, giving Gabriel a playful wink. “Don’t you like surprises?”

“I guess… as long as they’re pleasant ones,” Gabriel replied. Too many times his previous “surprises” had consisted of things like finding his underwear in the toilet seat after gym class, and the word itself did not have a positive ring in Gabriel’s ears. This was Peter, he had to remind himself. Peter wanted him to feel special, not humiliate him.

Peter must have sensed his apprehension, because he reached over with one hand and grasped Gabriel’s own.

“You’ll like it, I promise,” he said reassuringly. The taller boy’s hand was slightly damp, probably due to nervousness. Peter also noticed that Gabriel had trouble keeping his hands still and that he was constantly chewing on his lower lip. “Hey… There’s nothing to be worried about,” Peter said, hoping that it would help relieve Gabriel’s anxiety. “If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just tell me, and we’ll leave. Okay?”

Gabriel gave him a grateful smile in reply and placed his other hand atop Peter’s. His heart practically swelled with love and adoration for the other boy, and at this moment it felt like Peter was all he ever wanted and needed.

“Thank you… for going through such trouble just for me,” Gabriel said, still holding onto Peter’s hand.

A small chuckle escaped Peter. “You know, you can have my hand all you want later, but right now I need it for the gear stick.”

“Sorry…”

Peter withdrew his hand, but not before giving Gabriel’s inner thigh a brief but unmistakably intimate caress, hinting strongly at what the evening had in store for them.

*

Gabriel was amazed at how well the evening had progressed when they left the restaurant Peter had chosen – an exclusive French place apparently popular in polite society and therefore completely alien to Gabriel – and he hoped that what was left of their time would not be any different. There had been some minor misadventures, like the drink he’d accidentally spilled on his shirtfront, but nothing serious enough to spoil the mood.

Peter even grasped his hand after they – or Peter, rather – had paid the check and been told they were welcome back by the staff, and Gabriel instinctively looked around to see who was watching. Peter noticed it, of course, and gave his hand a reassuring tug.

“No one here knows you,” he told Gabriel. “We’re just any two guys, people don’t care. We’re not living in the 50s, you know.”

Maybe not, Gabriel thought, but a lot of people were still intolerant of those that differed from the mass. He had been a scapegoat for so long that he hardly even knew what it was like to be accepted.

“I promised you a movie, didn’t I?” Peter asked as they slowly walked back toward the car, still holding hands and inhaling the brisk autumn air.

“Yes, I believe you did…” Gabriel glanced at his wristwatch. 8:47 PM. Had his parents discovered that he was gone by now?

“So, you wanna go to a movie theatre, or should we rent one?”

“Either is fine with me, really…”

“This is your evening, Gabriel,” Peter prompted. “You choose.”

Gabriel spent the following few seconds contemplating the two options. It had been a while since he saw a movie at the cinema – “The Lion King” was actually the last one he remembered – but the thought of being stared at and whispered about if being physically affectionate with Peter at a public movie theatre was enough to put him off.

“I think I’d like to just rent a movie,” Gabriel told Peter. Though no words had been spoken, there was a tacit understanding between them that the movie was to be viewed at Peter’s.

Peter smiled, squeezing the hand in his own. “You read my mind.”

They stopped by a video rental store on the way to the Petrelli mansion and both boys were immediately drawn to the horror section. Gabriel didn’t doubt that Peter had seen much more horror movies than he, but he still couldn’t resist the urge to gloat when discovering that his friend had seen neither “Nosferatu” nor “Frankenstein”.

“You’re obviously fond of the fossils…” Peter simply muttered.

“They’re not fossils, they’re horror classics,” Gabriel corrected him. “And I happen to like them.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Peter gave Gabriel a playful shove. “Have you decided upon something?”

The taller boy passed his gaze over the shelf once more, then pulled out a box and held it visible to Peter. “What about this one?”

“The Exorcist?” Peter had to stifle a chuckle. “Haven’t you seen that one?”

“Just the TV version,” Gabriel replied. “This is the uncut one.” He smiled slyly.

“Sure, what the hell!” Peter agreed. “It’s been a while since I saw it anyway.”

The young woman at the checkout didn’t even raise an eyebrow when they handed her the box together with Peter’s driver’s licence and credit card. Gabriel figured that either she didn’t suspect anything or she was a really accepting person. He hoped for the latter. Peter’s hand found his again as soon as they were out of the store.

*

So far their evening had been close to ideal, but once they arrived at the Petrelli mansion and got out of the car, Gabriel’s anxiety returned full force. This was still unfamiliar territory for him, and he was not yet ready to face Peter’s family and answer all kinds of questions they might have. What if they found out about his feelings for the other boy and stopped Peter from seeing him? Or even worse; what if they called his parents to tell them what a faggot for a son they had? Suddenly it felt like this had all the ingredients for a disaster.

“Where are we going to watch the movie?” he asked, trying to make his voice as steady as possible so that Peter would not suspect that something was wrong.

The dark-haired boy shrugged. “We can watch it anywhere you want. My room, the TV room… My parents aren’t gonna be there.”

Gabriel’s brows went up. “They’re not?”

“Nope. Mom and dad were invited over to dinner by one of dad’s colleagues. They should be gone until midnight, at least. And Nathan doesn’t live home anymore.”

Exhaling a sigh of relief, Gabriel felt his heart take up a slightly more normal rhythm. Perhaps the disaster could be avoided, after all.

Those hopes were quickly shattered when they were confronted by a woman in the hallway only seconds after entering the vast building. She was in her late forties or early fifties, slim and petite with dark hair, dark eyes and many more features easily recognized in Peter. The family resemblance was unmistakable.

“Mom?” Peter’s eyes widened in surprise and his voice clearly revealed his displeasure. “I thought you and dad weren’t gonna be home tonight.”

“Dad isn’t. I didn’t feel well, so I decided to stay home. I told your father to bring Nathan,” Mrs. Petrelli said, moving her gaze between her son and their new guest. She smiled, and her smile was identical to Peter’s in every sense but one; it lacked the warmth that Gabriel had instantly been drawn to in his classmate. Even though it was late in the evening, Mrs. Petrelli’s clothes, hair and make up were impeccable. She reminded Gabriel of a polished porcelain doll.

“Peter, I don’t believe you’ve introduced your friend,” she said, extending her hand to Gabriel. “I’m Angela Petrelli.”

“Oh, yeah… sorry, mom,” Peter muttered from between clenched teeth. “Mom, this is Gabriel Gray, a friend of mine from school. Gabriel, this is my mother.”

Gabriel took Mrs. Petrelli’s offered hand. “I’m very pleased to meet you, ma’am,” he said in a low voice, hoping he played his cards right.

The woman’s smile widened. “Oh, a real gentleman, I see. I’m very glad to see Peter bring home a friend. My boy has been quite lonely since he had to change schools like this, in the middle of a semester. He needs someone his own age to confide in.”

“Mom!” Peter objected, glaring daggers at his mother. “If you don’t mind…?”

Mrs. Petrelli smiled indulgently. “Of course. You two teenagers probably have better things to do than stay here and make small talk with me. Go on. I won’t bother you, I promise.”

Peter reluctantly kissed his mother’s cheek, only because that was what she expected from him, and more or less shoved Gabriel toward the stairs. He could sense that his mother’s presence had made Gabriel nervous. He tried hard not to show it, but it was obvious nonetheless. Especially as Peter had promised him that they would have the house to themselves.

“Sorry about that…” he said once they reached the safe confines of Peter’s personal quarters. “I thought she’d be out, I really did.”

“No, it’s alright,” Gabriel said with a shrug. “She didn’t seem so bad. At least not compared to my mom.”

Peter grinned. “Wanna introduce me to her?”

“And say what? ‘Hi mom, this is Peter, my new boyfriend’?”

“What do you think she’d say to that?”

“Disown me, most likely,” Gabriel muttered glumly. The sad thing was that he wasn’t even joking. If his mother ever found out about his sexual orientation dire consequences were to be expected. Yet he considered being with Peter worth the risk.

“My parents aren’t that bad, I guess,” Peter said. “They think that as long as you don’t attract attention to yourself, everything’s game. Dad does, anyway. They try not to talk about it, but I know he’s cheated on mom more than a couple of times.”

Peter’s casual attitude on a thing like adultery, especially when his own parents were in question, took Gabriel aback. His parents considered cheating on your other half as bad a sin as rape or murder. Almost, anyway. Before he had time to comment on it, however, Peter shoved him back against the bed and pushed his tongue into Gabriel’s gaping mouth.

The kiss ended just as abruptly as it began, and Peter stood up, licking his lips. “I’m gonna pop the movie into the player,” he said. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Gabriel realized that the bed was the only possible place for them to watch the movie, as the furniture in Peter’s room was rather sparse. He felt himself blush at the mention of “making himself comfortable” but still removed his jacket and footwear and stretched out on the bed, relieved to give his legs some space to unfold. The jeans felt uncomfortably tight for someone used to wearing slacks at all times, and he briefly considered removing them. It was blatantly obvious that their main reason for coming up here was not the movie, yet Gabriel didn’t feel comfortable about initiating anything. Peter was the more experienced one; that should be left to him. Instead Gabriel stretched out in a way that he hoped looked suggestive and waited for his friend to join him.

A kiss was pressed to the corner of his mouth as Peter slid in next to him, and the other boy’s arm snaked around his shoulders. The movie was already playing, but Gabriel was far more focused on how Peter’s body felt pressed so close to his, the warmth of it, despite the layers of fabric between them. How would it feel with nothing at all in the way?

They stayed like that for a way; arms around each other, reacting to one another’s every breath, tremor and twitch. Gabriel could hear Peter’s heart beat almost in rhythm with his own. He even came up with the wonderful idea of using some scenes in the movie as an excuse to bury his face against Peter’s neck, which the other boy found oddly amusing.

“I suppose that didn’t make it into the TV version,” Peter mused to himself as Gabriel’s hot breath ghosted over his skin during the scene where Regan used a crucifix to stab her nether regions. He tightened his hold on the other, feeling Gabriel tremble against him. Virgin or not, his friend sure was sending signals that left little room for interpretation. Peter searched out Gabriel’s mouth with his own and immediately the other opened up, allowing Peter’s tongue access.

The movie was soon forgotten when they were lost in each other’s touches, both treasuring the experience. Gabriel’s participation this time was more active than during their previous make out session in the car, but Peter felt his actions become slightly hesitant as he unbuttoned Gabriel’s shirt and began to push it down his shoulders.

“What’s the matter…?” Peter inquired, nipping softly at Gabriel’s jaw as his hands explored his soon-to-be lover’s now bare chest.

“I… I don’t know, I… I’m just a little… scared…” Gabriel confessed. What they were about to do was an enormous turn-on but just as frightening.

“There’s nothing to be scared of,” Peter assured him, moving to unzip Gabriel’s pants. His hand brushed the now very obvious bulge confined within them, and he could feel the organ respond to his touch, just like the rest of Gabriel did. Peter could hardly wait to see all of him.

“I’ll be gentle. You set the pace,” he whispered before pulling the zipper down.

Gabriel fought the overwhelming urge to cover himself up once Peter had removed his jeans together with his underwear and left him with nothing on except his socks, which did not offer much protection. His cock was still achingly hard and pointing up toward his belly, and Gabriel couldn’t help feeling that every part of him was being subjected to intense scrutiny. He did not even notice the fact that Peter had shed his own clothes and rejoined him in the bed before he felt his friend’s now naked body against his own.

Gabriel’s eyes widened in pure, unadulterated shock as he took in the sight of Peter without a stitch of clothing. His physique was flawless; perfectly proportioned, lean, sinewy limbs, smooth olive skin that that covered wiry, well-defined muscles that could only be the result of months or even years of regular work-out sessions.

While the sight of Peter’s god-like body took his arousal to new heights, it also made Gabriel painfully aware of his own less than perfect physique. He did not spend hours on end at a gym, and one glance at his naked self was enough to reveal that. His stomach for instance, while relatively flat, lacked the toned abs Peter displayed. The difference in the amount of body hair between them was yet another reason to make Gabriel self-conscious. Peter’s hairless chest and belly made Gabriel feel like something close to an ape.

“I think you’re beautiful…” Peter whispered, sensing Gabriel’s insecurity and determined to do his best to erase it. He pulled the other boy into a kiss and slowly started pushing him back against the sheets, giving Gabriel plenty of time to object if things were going too fast. No objections came, and with Peter on top, they continued to kiss, limbs entwined and hard cocks rubbing against one another.

Gabriel moaned into Peter’s mouth; the other’s solid weight pressing him into the mattress combined with the heated friction between their groins quickly brought him to the brink of climax, and Gabriel did not want to ruin everything by coming too soon.

“Peter… wait…” he gasped, squirming under Peter and grasping his shoulders.

“I’m sorry…” Peter murmured, face flushed from arousal. “Did I move on too fast?”

“No, no… I just d-don’t want to finish yet…”

Now Peter merely smiled wryly and swept his tongue one last time over Gabriel’s kiss-swollen lips before rising to his knees. Gabriel began to follow but Peter pushed him back down with gentle determination.

“Just lie back and relax, baby. I’ll do something I’m sure you’ll like.”

“W-what?” Gabriel stammered. His heart was practically in his throat and he had trouble forming words. For the first time he allowed himself to shamelessly take in all that was Peter, his beautiful, angelic face and the body that could drive away coherent thoughts from the heads of men and women alike. Peter’s cock, circumcised like Gabriel’s own, was long and slender, now a delicious shade of pink with a clear drop of pre-come gathering at the tip of the bulbous head. He felt his own erection twitch in response to the sight.

“Close your eyes and spread your legs,” Peter requested.

Gabriel licked his dry lips. “Are we going to…?” He didn’t know a good term for what he – and most likely Peter as well – had in mind.

“Just relax. I’m not gonna hurt you,” Peter assured. He put his hands on Gabriel’s long thighs and began to part them, wetting his lips with his tongue. It had been a while since he’d done this, and he hoped that his previous skills had not completely deserted him.

Gabriel hesitantly shut his eyes, even though being deprived of his vision was very unsatisfactory. Peter’s hands were soothingly rubbing his inner thighs but still not going anywhere near the place where Gabriel longed to feel them the most.

Just as he was about to open his eyes and see what Peter was up to, Gabriel felt his cock being enveloped in a wet, almost burning heat that couldn’t possibly be a fist. His eyes snapped open in shock and were greeted with the sight of his cock disappearing halfway into Peter’s perfect mouth. Gabriel blinked twice to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.

“W-what are you doing, Peter?!” His voice came out in a high-pitched squeak.

Peter withdrew his lips from Gabriel’s erection in order to answer the question, a thin string of saliva keeping them connected. He started to giggle. “I’m blowing you. What does it look like?”

Gabriel continued to stare. “But Peter… you can’t want to… taste me down there…”

“Of course I do! You actually taste pretty nice. Nothing to be ashamed of. As soon as I saw you naked, I couldn’t wait to go down on you.” As a demonstration, Peter licked the whole length of Gabriel’s not insubstantial member. The watchmaker’s son shivered from pleasure.

“Have you… done this before?” Gabriel asked dubiously.

“Of course!” Peter gave a surprised snicker. “What made you think I hadn’t?”

“N-nothing…” Gabriel said. He realized he’d made a fool of himself again. If he admitted that the mere idea of cock-sucking was unfamiliar to him, Peter would believe he’d grown up in a basement. Which in a way was the truth…

“Hey, if you’re uncomfortable about this, I can stop,” Peter said, the coyness gone from his face.

“No, don’t stop! It… it felt really good.” Gabriel spread his legs even wider as an invitation, praying he had not ruined the atmosphere with his stupidity and inexperience.

Peter did not need more encouragement and wrapped his lips around the head of his lover’s pulsing cock, relishing the pure, earthy taste of Gabriel. He began to suck vigorously, head bobbing and almost taking Gabriel all the way to the base. The long, narrow body beneath him began to writhe almost uncontrollably, and Gabriel’s hands grabbed large fistfuls of the sheet. There was no warning beforehand when Peter’s mouth was suddenly filled with thick, gushing jets of semen and Gabriel let out a cry loud enough to be heard around the block. His body went limp long before the cock in Peter’s mouth did.

Once Gabriel realized what he’d done, he simply wanted the bed to swallow him. Oh God. He had literally come down Peter’s throat, which most certainly wasn’t what either had intended. The seconds following his breathtaking orgasm were spent in agonizing suspense, as he waited for Peter to either forgive him – which he deemed unlikely – or tell him how disgusting he was and that he’d ruined everything.

“I’m sorry, Peter…” he finally said weakly. “I didn’t m-mean to”--- Gabriel’s voice failed him and he felt hot tears burn behind his eyelids.

“Sorry for what?” Peter asked, placing tender kisses on the now flaccid cock nestled in Gabriel’s dark pubic bush.

“I… I didn’t mean to spurt in your mouth… Please forgive me…”

“Oh, baby…” Peter kissed his way up Gabriel’s torso, nuzzling the downy hair on his belly and chest. When they were on eye level with each other, Gabriel turned his eyes away.

“Don’t worry about that. At least you taste nice.” Peter had expertly swallowed Gabriel’s entire load, not spilling a drop. Bringing their faces together, he kissed the other boy’s pink, parted lips, letting Gabriel have a taste of himself. Slowly his taut body relaxed and Gabriel began to return the kiss.

They stayed like that for a while, sharing sloppy, languid kisses and letting their hands explore one another’s bodies. Gabriel felt himself hardening again when Peter’s fingers found his sensitive nipples and pinched them playfully. He passed his own hands over Peter’s well-developed pectorals and brushed his thumbs over the tantalizing light-brown buds that stiffened instantly. Their erections were ground together again, pre-come slicking their groins and stomachs.

“Peter…” Gabriel whispered between the heated kisses. “Are we going to…? I mean… What about you? You didn’t…”

Peter eased his weight off Gabriel and lay down on his side next to him, propping himself up on his elbow. With his other hand he traced circles on his lover’s chest. “You really wanna go all the way?” he asked.

Gabriel nodded, assuming “all the way” referred to anal intercourse.

“That’s great. So, which do you prefer, pitch or catch?”

“W-what?”

Peter laughed gently. “Would you like to top or bottom? Shall I fuck you, or do you wanna fuck me? Either is fine with me, really…”

Gabriel couldn’t believe he had been given the chance to actually choose. Up until now he’d simply assumed that Peter would not even consider the thought of being taken by Gabriel.

“Which would you prefer…?” he carefully inquired.

“Both are just as fine,” Peter replied. “However… I think I’d like to fuck you. Would you like that?”

Gabriel found himself nodding again. Oddly enough, the thought of being taken appealed to him more, despite the fear of pain there was to consider. “Have you done it before?” he asked Peter.

“Sure. More catching than pitching, though. But I do know the drill.” Peter smiled, brushing his index finger over Gabriel’s full lips. “I know it’s your first time. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Gabriel swallowed, his body reacting with a shiver, which could have been interpreted as a reaction to fear. The heavy and engorged member resting against his abdomen, however, revealed his interest. “What shall I do?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

“Just stay as you are. I’m gonna prepare you first.”

Gabriel asked no questions when Peter leaned across him in order to reach into the bedside drawer. Gabriel did not see what he retrieved from it, nor did he care. Instead he occupied himself with watching Peter kneel between his legs and gently urge them further apart. Absently reaching for his cock, he gave it a few strokes and felt it pulsate in his hand.

“Alright, now I want you to relax,” Peter said, pushing Gabriel’s knees up to gain better access. He trailed one finger along the cleft now exposed to him and stopped when he found the puckered crease surrounded by dense pubic hair. As a virgin, Gabriel would be naturally tight and it was vital that he felt comfortable with fingers before being given the real thing. Peter applied some gentle pressure and slid one oily finger inside, feeling Gabriel’s sphincter clamp down but not hard enough to make this impossible.

“Ahhh…” The taller boy gasped at the invasion. It did not feel nearly as bad as when he’d tried it himself earlier in the evening, and some of his fear ebbed away. Peter started thrusting the single digit in and out slowly to make Gabriel accustomed to the feeling.

“How does that feel? Okay?” After receiving an affirmative nod, Peter thrust in deeper and soon managed to locate the spongy nub hidden behind the front of the rectal wall and pressed against it.

Gabriel’s reaction was vehement and immediate. Back arching up from the bed, he practically saw fireworks. “Oh my God…!”

Peter grinned. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“W-what did you do…?” Gabriel panted incredulously.

“I found your “sweet spot,” baby. Your prostate,” Peter explained, now realizing that Gabriel wasn’t likely to know anything about that, either. “It’s something all guys have, and rubbing it makes you see stars. Did you see stars, Gabriel?”

Gabriel could only nod. “Supernovas…” he rasped.

Peter grinned widely. Encouraged by the positive response, he was now confident that Gabriel was ready for more than one finger. He encountered some more resistance when adding first one, then two digits and scissored them inside the tight channel in order to open it up. It was very obvious that Gabriel had had nothing up here before, most likely not even a finger.

“Are you hurting?” Peter asked, watching tiny droplets of sweat collect in Gabriel’s brows as he forced himself to accept the intrusion. Peter consciously tried to avoid rubbing against his prostate since he didn’t want to wear Gabriel out before the main act.

“No, I’m fine… Keep going…”

After a few more minutes of careful preparation, Peter decided that he was done stretching Gabriel. Time would tell if he’d be able to accept Peter’s cock.

“What are you doing?” Gabriel asked, watching curiously as Peter opened the small bottle containing a clear fluid, which he then generously applied onto his erection.

“Just lubing myself up. Baby, you didn’t think we were gonna do this dry, were you?” Peter sounded amazed

“I…” Again, Gabriel’s face heated up from embarrassment. How many times was he going to screw up this evening? Luckily, Peter seemed to think nothing of it, leaning in between Gabriel’s splayed legs and still gripping his now glossy cock with one hand.

“You ready…?” he whispered hotly against his lover’s neck.

“Yes… Yes, go ahead…”

Peter kissed him, licking the sweat from his skin. “If you want me to stop, just let me know, and I swear I will. Okay?”

“Okay…” Gabriel wound his arms around Peter’s neck and shoulders.

“I won’t go hard or deep…” Peter would have liked to insert himself without manual aid, but he knew from personal experience that it was impossible. Gabriel’s sphincter fought the entry at first, and a pained grimace appeared on his face. Yet he demanded Peter to keep going, and some more pressure caused the head of his cock to slip inside, quickly followed by the rest.

Gabriel’s entire body went taut and his breathing heavy, fingers clutching at Peter’s shoulder muscles hard enough to leave bruises. A series of soothing kisses were places on his throat and jaw, and Gabriel tried to will his muscles to relax. He didn’t know how long Peter simply stayed buried inside him, but he did notice that after a while the pain started to abate.

“You… you can move now…” he told Peter, who raised himself up on his arms so they could look each other in the eye. Gabriel noticed that his lover’s body was trembling. “You won’t hurt me…” he whispered, brushing back Peter’s dark bangs from his face. “Just make love to me… Please…?”

The other boy finally complied, pulling out halfway and then slowly re-sheathing himself, keeping an attentive eye on Gabriel’s face to monitor his reactions. He made a mental note to keep his thrusts relatively slow and shallow for his lover’s sake. Preferably Peter would have simply liked to drag Gabriel’s legs over his shoulders and fuck him through the mattress, but he also wanted them both to enjoy this, which was more important.

Slight pain was mixed with the most euphoric pleasure as Peter established a steady rhythm and rubbed over Gabriel’s prostate again and again. After a while he’d had enough of being treated as a porcelain doll and wrapped his legs around Peter’s hips, urging him to go deeper, faster, wanting to tell Peter that he wouldn’t break.

A guttural growl against his ear was the only warning Gabriel received before Peter came hard, his hips jerking uncontrollably a few times prior to the powerful climax. He collapsed on top of Gabriel, their heaving chests sticking together with sweat.

“God, that was so… Did I hurt you?” Peter anxiously wondered while he waited for his heart to start beating normally.

Gabriel shook his head and initiated a kiss for the first time. Peter’s now limp cock was still nestled within his lover’s tight heat, and if possible, he would have liked to remain like that all night. Nothing could go on forever, though, and he slid out with a wet sound, rolling off Gabriel.

“That was amazing…” Peter said once he’d regained control of his cognitive functions. Gabriel’s way of remaining sprawled on the bed with a silly grin on his face told Peter that his friend thought the same. He sat up and started crawling toward the edge of the bed. “Stay right where you are. I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” Gabriel’s visage went from serene to alarmed in less than a second.

“Just getting something to clean us up with,” Peter replied, nodding at Gabriel’s sticky belly and groin. “Seems like we need it.”

Gabriel watched Peter walk fully nude into the adjoining bathroom and return a minute later with two damp towels. It was a treat to watch his boyfriend’s sleek muscles flex and stretch in the dim lamplight, and a smile returned to Gabriel’s lips. Peter smiled as well and joined him in the bed.

“Want me to clean you?”

A mute nod was all he received in reply, and Peter began by wiping the excess come from the hair on Gabriel’s lower body. It would be hell to remove if allowed to dry. His lover eagerly spread his legs to give him access, and Peter moved on to clean Gabriel’s rear. Some of Peter’s semen was still trickling out of him, and making sure he got the stray drops, Peter gently touched the slightly swollen orifice through the towel.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

“Hmmm… a little…” Gabriel murmured. His eyes were closed and he looked ready to doze off. “Keep doing that, it feels good…”

By the time Peter was done cleaning him, Gabriel was almost snoring. Peter quickly used the other towel to wipe the stickiness off himself and then rejoined his spent lover, pulling the bedcovers over them both and Gabriel into his embrace. The taller boy murmured something against the flushed skin of Peter’s chest, but Peter could not make out the words. Not that it mattered. They were in each other’s arms and had the night completely to themselves.

“G’night, baby…” Peter whispered and pressed a quick kiss to the top of the dark head tucked in beneath his chin.

Gabriel made another semi-conscious attempt to repeat his previous words, but this time they were only spoken in his thoughts.

//I love you…//