Kindred Spirits

Chapter 7 is turning quite long, so I made the decision to post the first half of it on its own. Enjoy, peeps!


Chapter 7a

Gabriel was already settled in and comfortable under the covers, though not asleep, when a sound from outside his bedroom window nearly scared him out of his wits. Starting, he whipped his head in the direction of the noise, his brain already processing possible options for what could have caused it. While Gabriel had stopped believing in ghosts, vampires and other supernatural entities long ago, a primal part of his mind, especially at night, still insisted that something out there was coming to get him.

Only a few seconds after the initial noise, it sounded again, this time more urgent, imploring. Gabriel’s momentarily dazed mind identified the sound as knock. Someone was out there, knocking on his window. Despite the absurdity of the idea, it was the only thing that made sense.

The watchmaker’s son hadn’t even begun to consider who could possibly want his attention so badly fifteen minutes to midnight when the knocks were suddenly accompanied by a voice. A voice Gabriel pretty soon recognized as Peter’s.

“Gabriel? Baby, you there? Come on, lemme in! I’m freezing my butt off out here!”

The irrational fear of a boogeyman was instantly replaced by a multitude of other emotions, joy dominating over all others despite the bizarre situation. Gabriel bounced out of his warm bed and lunged for the window, pulling it open for his unexpected but certainly not unwelcome visitor.

Before having even climbed inside, Peter’s hands shot out, cupped Gabriel’s face and pulled him in for a nothing short of passionate kiss. The taller boy was taken by surprise but did not fight the gesture. Peter’s mouth tasted pleasantly of cinnamon and apples and his lips were like a velvety touch.

They parted for air a few seconds later and proceeded to stare at each other. “Peter! What are you doing here?” Gabriel exclaimed and immediately regretted raising his voice. His parents’ bedroom was only a wall away, and he had personally experienced that sounds travelled with ease through the old apartment building. The previous neighbours above them had – their bedroom located conveniently just over Gabriel’s – often times engaged in what could only be described as painfully loud sexual activities, and Gabriel suspected that his mother had played a part in getting them evicted.

Peter grinned at him, head and arms inside, the rest of his body still out in the cold. “Are you gonna let me in, or what?”

Still dumbfounded, Gabriel stepped aside to let his boyfriend climb in through the window. His primary objective at the moment was to close the window as soon as possible, as the cold air seeping into his room was making his teeth chatter.

Peter quickly manoeuvred his small, lithe body through the opening and pulled the window shut. He was wearing dark blue jeans, white sneakers and a worn leather jacket with wristlets at the end of the sleeves. It dazzled Gabriel that whatever Peter chose to wear, he always managed to look just as gorgeous. Even when he wore nothing at all.

“You sleep in those?” Peter asked, passing his gaze over Gabriel’s current outfit; a plain white T-shirt and white cotton briefs to match it. There was a hint of amusement in Peter’s voice.

“Yes, I do. Peter, I’m overjoyed to see you, really, but you can’t stay here.” Gabriel now spoke in a mixture of a whisper and a hiss. “My parents are right next door, and if they hear”--

Peter clamped a hand over his boyfriend’s mouth, now sporting a secretive smile. “I’m not planning on staying,” he said. “And neither are you. Get dressed, we’re going.”

Gabriel’s mouth fell open as soon as Peter’s hand withdrew from it. “Going where? Peter, I can’t go anywhere – I’m grounded! Besides it’s almost midnight, and I was”---

“That’s why I’m here – to kidnap you.” The dark-haired boy grinned mischievously. “Sir Peter the Brave is here to rescue his consort, the fair Princess Gabriella from the firedragons that keep her captive.” Peter struck a melodramatic fairytale pose and swung an imaginary sword at an imaginary enemy.

Gabriel wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be annoyed at Peter for even daring to suggest something that atrocious. He was grounded and intended to stay that way; Gabriel was positive that if he was caught sneaking out again, there would no stopping his father from beating him black and blue this time.

“Peter,” he began, gesturing to distract his boyfriend from the silly little charade. “I can’t. I’d like to, but it’s impossible. If I’m caught, they’ll kill me.”

The grin did not fade from Peter’s face. He already had a perfect contra argument in store for every excuse imaginable that Gabriel might come up with.

“Your parents are asleep, right? What time do they usually wake up?”

“On a Saturday? I think mom gets up at seven…” Gabriel said hesitantly. “Dad an hour later, or so. Why do you”---

“If we go now, I promise I’ll have you back here at six,” Peter said. “That’ll give us almost six hours of time to do whatever we want…” He suggestively waggled his eyebrows at Gabriel, knowing that his boyfriend wanted him as much as Peter wanted the other boy. The watchmaker’s son blushed despite the goose pimples on his arms and Peter could see the inner conflict taking place in his entire body.

“These walls aren’t soundproof…” Gabriel tried. “My parents could wake up…”

“If they’d be light sleepers, we’d have woken them up already,” Peter said confidently. Indeed, Gabriel’s surprised shout when he discovered his nightly visitor had given even Peter reason to worry, but so far he had heard nothing from the room next door. The Grays were sleeping like logs.

He poked Gabriel playfully in the abdomen and delighted in watching the taller boy jump away. So his lover was ticklish? He might have to explore that more thoroughly some time in the future…

“Come on, now. Get dressed,” he urged. “My car’s right outside.”

Gabriel moaned as loud as he dared, but he had no further objections left. He knew that he risked severe repercussions if his parents found out, but the chances of that happening were actually quite minimal if they played their cards right. He had to listen to Peter. His boyfriend was the smart one.

Peter’s grin broadened as he felt Gabriel’s defences crumble and he knew then already that the watchmaker’s son was going with him. The thought of soon having Gabriel all to himself, that gangly, awkward body of his naked and spread out beneath Peter’s own, all his to touch, kiss and lick, made him harden inside his pants. Peter suppressed the urge to rub his erection through the thick denim fabric. He was not desperate; he could wait.

Gabriel hastily pulled on a pair of green sweatpants and a knit woollen sweater on top of the T-shirt. His mother had knit it herself a couple of years back, and though it was hideous in colour and shape, at least it had great heat-preserving qualities.

“Grab a jacket,” Peter said. “It’s chilly out there.”

“I don’t have one in here. They’re all out in the hallway, and I… can’t go there now,” Gabriel sighed, sticking his feet into a pair of rubber boots he found by luck in the rather overfilled closet. They also had a few years on their back and no longer fit perfectly – his feet had grown since he last needed them – but all his shoes were in the hallway along with his jackets and other outdoor clothes. Gabriel’s paranoid nature did not allow him to take the risk and sneak out there and possibly awaken his parents. He’d take one hell of a risk simply by going with Peter.

Now sufficiently bundled up, Gabriel glanced down at himself and noted glumly that unlike Peter, he did not look gorgeous in every possible outfit. At present he just looked plain ridiculous.

“Lock the door to your room,” Peter suddenly said, already by the window, ready to climb out. “If it’s locked from the inside, they’ll believe you just want some privacy.”

“I can’t,” Gabriel murmured. “My door doesn’t have a lock.”

Peter looked as if someone had just told him the moon was falling from the sky or something equally ridiculous. “No lock on your door? Jesus Christ, baby… You’re serious?” he rasped out, eyes wide and protruding. Gabriel noted that the look was not particularly attractive on his boyfriend.

“Yes, I’m afraid so. My parents don’t want me to be able to lock them out.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed just a bit. “But Gabriel… How do you…?” He made a crude gesture moving his hand up and down meant to insinuate the unspoken part of his question.

Much to his chagrin, Gabriel felt himself blush again and looked down at his ugly dark green rubber boots. “I only do that when I’m absolutely sure they’re out,” he muttered.

Masturbating while his parents were home, even at night, was out of question. In fact, he couldn’t even let any stains get on the sheets, or his mother would notice and quite literally give him hell for it. After one unfortunate incident when this happened, Mrs. Gray had brought up the subject and grimly explained that touching oneself down there was sinful would not be tolerated in her household. Gabriel, fourteen at the time, had believed her. Only after learning that masturbation was a completely normal human sexual behaviour in high school had he taken up the practice, however wary of being discovered.

Peter climbed out first, holding out his hands to Gabriel, who took them readily. It was nearly pitch black outside, apart from some dim street lights, and he did not want to make a fatal mistake and fall… even though it would only be two stories.

Descending the fire escape stairs turned out to be a lot easier than ascending them, even though Gabriel had done the latter in daylight. He was glad that Peter did not let go of his hand during the entire trip down, knowing that the other boy probably sensed his anxiety.

“Oh God, do you think they heard us?” Gabriel whispered, gazing up toward his parents’ bedroom window. The lights were off, and there were no sounds coming from up there.

“They’re sleeping like logs,” Peter said confidently. “Now come on.”

Gabriel snickered when Peter opened the car door for him as a homage to their first date. His boyfriend sure was going a long way to romance him. When he was about to take a seat, Gabriel noticed the bouquet of flowers laid out for him together with a box wrapped impeccably in navy blue wrapping paper with tinges of gold.

“For me…?” he gasped breathless with joy.

“No, for the Queen of England, silly,” Peter smirked. “Of course it’s for you!”

Gabriel barely noticed when Peter started the car and softly took off, the traffic almost non-existent at this hour. He passed his hands over the elegant wrapping of his present, almost sad about having to tear it up.

“Come on, open it,” Peter encouraged, having noticed his boyfriend’s hesitance.

Instead of shredding the beautiful paper, Gabriel gently pried it open at the short ends, trying hard to get it off without damaging it too much. In his mind, it was worth saving. The occasions when he got presents from anyone were very few and far in between, and this being a gift from Peter made it more special than anything he’d ever received before.

The gift, once unwrapped, turned out to be two items; a box of pricey-looking cherry-filled chocolates and a paperback copy of the novel “Carrie”.

“Oh, Peter… I don’t know what to say,” Gabriel squeaked. He started skimming through the book with great enthusiasm; it would be a great read, he could tell already. The cover illustration alone, which depicted a young woman with a curtain of greasy hair maniacally gazing out through blood-streaked fingers, was enough to send shivers down his spine.

“Have you read it before?” Peter asked.

“No, I haven’t, but I will as soon as possible. Thank you so much, Peter!” Gabriel did not attempt to hide his childish gratitude and leaned over to plant a kiss on Peter’s mouth, ignoring the fact that they were travelling in a car and his boyfriend was driving.

As through a miracle, Peter managed to keep his eyes on the road despite Gabriel’s lips seeking out his. The watchmaker’s son was so easy to please. The flowers, chocolate and paperback book put together had not cost him more than fifteen dollars, and yet Gabriel was acting like he’d been given something out of the ordinary. Peter thought back, not without contempt, to some of the girls from his own social class that he’d dated before transferring to a public school. Unlike Gabriel, all they had ever been interested in were his money and name. Peter wished he could reclaim all the expensive gifts he had wasted on those stuck-up bitches and use the money to actually make a difference in Gabriel’s life. His boyfriend needed a car really badly…

*

Once again, Gabriel was amazed that Peter’s parents let him come and go as he wanted at any hour. The large mansion seemed quiet and deserted when they entered, its remaining inhabitants having retired to their bedrooms and left the place in darkness.

“Who lives here, really?” Gabriel asked as they ascended the stairs to Peter’s room, holding hands now, as well. “Do you have, like, a servants’ wing, or…?”

The dark-haired boy laughed. “No, it’s just my parents and I nowadays. We have housekeepers, gardeners and other people who work for us, but they don’t live here. The last one that did was my nanny…”

Every step Gabriel took seemed to reverberate in the vast building, and he found this highly unsettling. What if the Petrellis were alerted of his presence and came out to confront them? Peter would hardly be able to find even a trumped-up excuse for sneaking a boy to his room half past midnight.

“You really needn’t do that, you know,” Peter remarked, having noticed his boyfriend’s way of walking on his tiptoes. Poor Gabriel, always the paranoid one.

“Do what?”

“You can walk normally. No one can hear you.”

“But your parents”---

“Their bedroom is in the other end of the mansion,” Peter broke off. He felt Gabriel’s rather sweaty hand squeeze his harder. “Relax, baby. It’s just going to be you…” He opened the door to his room, shoved the taller boy inside and quickly followed, making a mental note to lock the door this time. “…and me.”

Peter did not bother to turn on the ceiling lights. The night lamp was on, and it was sufficient. He grabbed Gabriel and pulled him down for a kiss, pressing their bodies flush against one another. His boyfriend was already half-erect inside the sweatpants, and some bold, insistent groping from Peter quickly teased him to full hardness. Gabriel bent his knees to make up for the difference in height and started rubbing himself almost frantically against the shorter boy, who now sported an impressive erection, as well. At one point, Peter managed to sneak his hand into Gabriel’s underwear and directly cup his swollen, sensitive genitals, which caused the watchmaker’s son to give a high-pitched squeak. Peter merely giggled.

“Come on, let’s get these clothes off,” he said with a grin and started working on the fastenings to his own garments. Gabriel quickly followed his example, although watching Peter undress was so much more fun than disrobing himself.

Sure enough, when Peter was naked, Gabriel had had only removed his rubber boots and sweatpants. He was mesmerized by how the soft, shadowy light accentuated Peter’s nearly perfect body, bringing out the soft bronze shimmer of his skin. Once again Gabriel wondered what could possibly have gotten a flawless creature like Peter interested in him.

“You’re overdressed…” Peter whispered, flashing off his usual lopsided grin as he stalked closer to Gabriel and fell on his knees before him. He ran his hands over the taller boy’s long, slim and slightly furred legs while nuzzling the clothed erection still confined within the briefs. Gabriel’s body trembled with excitement and he cupped Peter’s head, turning it up toward himself. Now his boyfriend’s grin was mischievous.

Peter pulled down the soft cotton of Gabriel’s underwear and finally freed the other’s pulsing, engorged cock. His own member was almost impossibly hard, pressed up and leaking against his flat stomach. Peter longed to touch it, just give it a brief stroke, but he did not want to distract himself from Gabriel. His boyfriend deserved his undivided attention.

Gabriel’s fingers were still playing with his hair when he licked the tip of the bulbous head, and Gabriel responded with a shaky intake of breath as his erection twitched.

“P-Peter…!”

Peter considered if he should just swallow Gabriel whole there and then, but something told him that the watchmaker’s son would not be able to keep his legs steady if given a blowjob in an upright position. Rising to his feet, he pulled Gabriel in for a kiss instead, plundering the willing mouth with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hands sought out the other’s buttocks and gently massaged them. His boyfriend had the most exquisite rear end, and Peter had wanted to grope it for ages.

They wordlessly moved toward the bed, not breaking the physical contact. Once his back hit the mattress, it dawned on Gabriel that he was still wearing his T-shirt and he quickly struggled free of it, bumping his elbow against the wall behind Peter’s bed in the process. It hurt a little, but Peter simply laughed and ran his hands over Gabriel’s now naked chest, pinching his nipples on the way.

“God, I love your body…” he murmured, nuzzling the soft hair around the other’s areolas, letting it tickle his face.

“It’s nothing special…” Gabriel replied shyly, although his cheeks heated up with pride at receiving such a compliment. In his own opinion, there were a million things wrong with his body, but pointing that out now would spoil the mood.

Peter slowly moved downward, planting wet kisses on his boyfriend’s skin on the way. He felt the gangly body beneath him shudder when he reached his final goal and Gabriel’s hips bucked on pure reflex, craving more of the contact.

“You… are you going to…?” Gabriel’s excitement made it difficult for him to breathe, let alone form words.

“Yes…” Peter whispered. He spread his boyfriend’s long legs to make room for himself between them and carefully tongued the weeping cock at first, only to swallow it almost to the hilt when Gabriel least expected it.

As the taller boy thrashed almost uncontrollably under him, Peter proceeded to suck hard and fast, hollowing his cheeks and deep-throating Gabriel. It was a trick that had taken him years to learn, and he was proud to finally master it. Gabriel’s hand combed through his hair, grabbed a fistful of it and tugged, lightly at first and then harder. Peter let it happen despite the minor discomfort it caused, aware that his boyfriend was hardly in control of his actions right now.

A series of unclear nonsensical words left Gabriel’s mouth seconds before his climax, and Peter realized they were meant to warn him, to tell him now was the time to pull away in case he did not want his mouth flooded with spunk. He chose not to withdraw, however, swirling his tongue around the currently over-sensitive slit, and moments later his mouth was filled with hot, salty jets of semen, which he quickly gulped down. Swallowing was another trick which had taken some time to learn; the taste alone was enough to make some people gag, but Peter had managed to overcome it.

Gabriel’s member had gone soft before Peter let his slip from his mouth, and he gazed up to see the watchmaker’s son splayed out on the bed, now still apart from his rapidly rising and falling ribcage. A thin sheen of sweat covered his pallid skin, and if Peter had not known better, he would have believed Gabriel was on the verge of passing out.

“Hey there, baby…” he said breathily, crawling up alongside his boyfriend to kiss him. A weak moan escaped the slightly parted lips when Peter kissed them, and Gabriel opened his eyes.

“That was… amazing…” the watchmaker’s son murmured, still not quite free from the post-orgasmic daze. “What you do with your mouth, it’s just…”

“It’s called a ‘blowjob’, Gabriel,” Peter smiled, again playing with his boyfriend’s chest hair. “And I’m very glad you liked it.”

“Hmmm-mmm… C-could I try it, as well? On you, I mean?”

“You don’t have to,” Peter said immediately. “Don’t feel obliged. This was all for you.”

“But I want to,” Gabriel insisted. The mechanics of having that part of a man’s anatomy in his mouth were still a tad perplexing, but after experiencing first-hand the pleasure that could be derived from it, he wanted to give the same treatment to Peter.

“You sure?”

Gabriel nodded and pulled Peter in for a kiss. His hand sought out the other’s erect cock and gave it a tentative squeeze. He very much enjoyed touching Peter down there, but knowing what a sensitive area it was, especially during arousal, he was afraid of making a wrong move.

“So… how do I do it?” asked the watchmaker’s son, who realized he had no idea where to even start.

“It’ll be easiest if you kneel between my legs, like I did with you,” Peter began to explain and settled onto his back in the bed, parting his thighs. Gabriel watched and listened intently. “Then you just… take it in your mouth, I guess. You don’t have to take it all the way, like I did with you, you can just lick it. Focus on the head, it’s the most sensitive area. Oh, and try not to use your teeth, because that might hurt.”

Peter smiled reassuringly and brushed the pad of his thumb over Gabriel’s full, moist, kiss-swollen lips. His boyfriend had what could crudely be referred to as dick-sucking-lips, and he did not want to admit, even to himself, how much he’d been looking forward to this in particular. Gabriel offering to pleasure him with his mouth was a dream come true.

Moving forward into the open V of his boyfriend’s legs, Gabriel pressed his face against Peter’s groin, nuzzling the neat triangle of dark, surprisingly soft pubic hair and dropping a kiss at the very base, where member met pelvis. Peter’s hand came up to stroke his hair, encouraging but not forcing. Slowly growing bolder, Gabriel began to kiss his way down the slender length until he reached the tip, already leaking pre-come.

The taste of it on his tongue was not particularly pleasant; salty, almost bitter, and Gabriel hoped he could avoid getting more into his mouth. He started paying attention to the underside instead, slowly tracing the ridge with his tongue and lips. From the way Peter sounded, he was probably doing quite well.

“Do you like it?” Gabriel asked anxiously.

“Ahh, yes… It’s… it’s wonderful. But stop teasing me, Gabriel, please. Take it in your mouth,” Peter pleaded, hard and aching for release. This wasn’t all about tactile stimulation; he also wanted to watch every sweet second of Gabriel’s lips working on his cock and preserve the memory for future masturbatory fantasies.

Gabriel bit his lip, trying to force his pending hesitation to disappear. There was no way he could back out now. This had been his idea, and he was bound to go through with it. Still… The fear of botching this up took away most of the enjoyment.

Peter’s hand worked through his now tousled hair, trying to nudge him toward the place where he was wanted. Gabriel decided to swallow his fears and closed his mouth over the glossy, engorged head of Peter’s cock. The wet heat surrounding his most sensitive body part drew a wanton moan from Peter, and Gabriel applied some tentative suction. He still didn’t like the taste but did what was expected of him and moved down to take in another inch or so.

It all happened very quickly. Gabriel did not know the exact cause; maybe it was the feeling of the organ rubbing against his palate or the taste of the copiously oozing fluid from the tip, but his gag reflex was triggered and he pulled away, coughing, sputtering, and gulping desperately for air.

Moments passed – he was not sure if it were minutes or mere seconds – and then there was Peter’s concerned voice asking if he was alright. Gabriel looked away in shame, not wanting to meet his boyfriend’s gaze. He had ruined this, just as he predicted he would, and he did not deserve any more kindness or patience from Peter. What he couldn’t fathom was why the other hadn’t already given up on him.

“Hey…” Peter murmured, moving to caress Gabriel’s back and hunched shoulders. “What happened, baby? Did you choke? That’s nothing to be ashamed of, it could happen to anyone. Can you look at me?”

“I’m sorry…” Gabriel whispered, his voice hoarse. “I… I just couldn’t…”

“No need to be sorry. You did your best.” Peter cupped the other boy’s face in his hands and used gentle force to turn Gabriel’s head toward himself. “It takes practice, you know,” he explained. “Besides, it’s not for everyone. Even if you never wanna try it again, that’s alright. I just want you to do things you’re comfortable with.” He goaded his boyfriend to rest against him and then wrapped both arms around his slender frame. Gabriel relaxed into the comforting embrace and gradually allowed his feelings of self-loathing ebb away.

They lay down again, bodies still entangled, and Peter waited until Gabriel’s breathing was no longer trembling or irregular until he spoke. “If you want to, we can just have something to snack on and watch a movie, or something. If you’re… not in the mood for anything else now, I’ll understand.”

//Why do you have to be so kind? It would be so much easier if you’d just beat down on me, like everybody else. At least then I’d understand.//

Gabriel did not speak his thoughts out loud and was glad that his boyfriend, though highly empathic, could not read minds. “But what about you?” he asked timidly. “You didn’t even get to…”

Peter smiled, bringing their foreheads together. “Don’t worry about me. I’m sure my hard-on will go away… eventually. I know you can’t help being so damn irresistible!”

Despite the tears that burned behind his eyelids, Gabriel managed to smile as well. “I don’t want to stop,” he said. “If you want, you could fuck me again. I’d… really like that.”

Peter’s smile broadened and a fire was kindled in his eyes. “I have another idea. Why don’t you be on top this time? You know, fuck me?”

Gabriel’s heart literally took a leap when the suggestion was presented to him. He? On top? Fucking Peter? He could not deny that he’d fantasized about the idea, even though submission came more naturally to him. Slightly terrifying though it was, his interest was peaked and showed through his previously soft penis starting to harden once more.

Peter noticed this, of course, and found it very satisfying that Gabriel was open to new things. He wrapped a hand around his boyfriend’s stiffening organ and started massaging it to full hardness.

Gabriel mewled out his pleasure and even gave a small shriek which he immediately regretted when Peter’s thumb found a particularly sensitive spot on his glans. He could simply not get over the fact that he was in an unfamiliar place and that someone could hear him. Peter laughed softly at his apprehension, mumbling words of comfort into his ear and punctuating them with small butterfly kisses.

“What do you want me to do?” Gabriel asked insecurely. He was loath to admit that he had no idea how to carry on from here, either.

“I’ll show you,” Peter said huskily, sitting up. “Besides, your body will tell you what to do.”

He reached into his top bedroom drawer for the package of condoms that Nathan had so generously supplied him with. It was as though his older brother wanted to make absolutely sure that Peter did not “forget” about his promise of safe sex, or conveniently blame the fact that he had no condoms available.

“Do we really need that?” Gabriel asked dubiously as he watched his boyfriend tear the condom wrapper.

Peter did not want Gabriel to know that he had revealed intimate details about their sex life to his brother, so he decided to tell him a white lie instead of the truth. “Well, it’s not like we have to worry about pregnancy,” he said jokingly. “But it won’t be as messy, and once we’re done, we can just throw it away. There’s no decrease in sensitivity, I promise.”

Despite the lack of condoms during their previous night together, Gabriel saw no reason to object and watched in curious fascination as Peter expertly slipped the thin latex sheath onto his pulsing member. He couldn’t help thinking that if he’d tried it himself, the condom would probably have ended up as a wrinkled old shred of plastic.

Peter squirted some of his new water-based lubricant – also by the courtesy of Nathan, who’d informed him that anything oil-based could damage condoms – onto his palm and quickly applied it to his boyfriend’s erection. He was eager to get started, wanting to waste as little time as possible, but he also realized that the pace he was going at might make Gabriel feel overwhelmed.

Handing the bottle of lubricant to his boyfriend, Peter asked, “Would you like to prepare me?”

“Sure…” the taller boy replied, smiling hesitantly. He knew that the preparations included inserting his fingers into Peter’s ass, which made him slightly nervous. What if his fingernails were raw or too long? What if he accidentally hurt his boyfriend? Making a fool out of himself was one thing, but hurting Peter…

As if reading his thoughts, Peter assured, “You won’t hurt me. I’ve done this many times before. Don’t worry.” He settled onto his back and spread his legs wide, even holding the halves of his rump apart for easier access. His eyes were closed but his face held an expectant look.

Gabriel traced the cleft between Peter’s buttocks with two lube-slick fingers, marvelling – not without some degree of jealousy – how smooth his skin was, even there. His own ass-crack was practically a jungle of hair, which was really inconvenient, not to mention downright repulsive, at least in his own opinion.

“Go on…” Peter urged, and Gabriel pressed his first finger inside, encountering almost no resistance. Face flushed, Peter had taken up stroking his cock and pushing back against the digit. He was so beautiful that Gabriel started questioning his own sanity once more; was this divine creature truly his for the taking? It all seemed too wonderful to be anything except a dream.

“Okay…” Peter gasped, and for a moment his internal muscles clamped down on Gabriel’s fingers. Terrified that he had done something wrong, caused Peter pain, the watchmaker’s son jerked his hand away, already mumbling frantic apologies. His boyfriend’s hand reaching up to cup his cheek stopped him, and the fact that Peter was smiling made him breathe out in relief.

“I thought I’d hurt you…” Gabriel whispered.

“No, good God… you just found my prostate. It felt good, baby. But you can get started now, I’ve had enough preparation.”

Peter proceeded to pull Gabriel down atop himself, making sure the other was comfortably settled between his thighs. Trembling almost uncontrollably, Gabriel breathed against Peter’s neck as he pressed his slick condom-clad cock to Peter’s ass, trying to sheathe himself while simultaneously keeping most of his weight off his boyfriend so as not to crush him.

“Baby…” Peter worked in a hand between their bodies and gripped Gabriel’s member, putting an end to his fruitless attempts at penetration. A part of Peter felt like laughing at his boyfriend’s blatant inexperience, but he suppressed the urge, not wanting to make Gabriel feel worse than he no doubt already did. “You gotta insert yourself manually, baby,” he explained, guiding the throbbing cock to his anus and waiting for his lover to replace the grip with his own.

Gabriel did, pushing into Peter slowly, inch by inch.

//Oh God oh god oh god… So hot, so tight… don’t come, don’t come…//

The sensation was nothing he’d ever experienced before, not with his own hand, and not even with Peter’s sweet mouth lapping and tonguing on his cock. It was too overwhelming, too… much. And he hadn’t even started moving yet.

Gabriel pulled back, thrust in once, and it was suddenly over before it even had a chance to begin. His hips jerked, and he came hard, the orgasm lighting up almost every nerve ending in his being, and then… nothing.

Miserably crying, he pulled back, out of Peter, and curled up into himself, wishing he could rewind the last thirty seconds of his life. The untimely climax had drained all of his energy and will-power, his flaccid, stupid dick, still embedded in the condom, coiling between his legs as limp as a snake with a broken neck. He had ruined everything. Again.


TBC...