Kindred Spirits

OK, finally, after a rough couple of weeks, chapter 7b of Kindred Spirits is up! It took me a loooong time to get this written. Enjoy, peeps!

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Peter at first had trouble deciding whether he should try to comfort Gabriel or offer him some space. Previous experiences made him decide for the former, and he reached out a hand, rubbing between the shoulder blades currently facing him.

“Hey…” Peter said. “Gabriel, look, it’s alright…”

“No, it’s not!” came the choked sob, and tremors passed through the pale, lanky frame. “W-why do you even b-bother with m-me…? I can’t do anything right…!”

“That’s not true,” Peter objected. He moved up his hand to stroke his boyfriend’s thick, dark-brown hair, hoping it had the same soothing effect on Gabriel as it used to have on him. “It was just a premature ejaculation, baby. It happens to everyone. Hey, it’s happened to me plenty of times. Like the first time I tried to fuck someone.”

“You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better.”

“It’s true,” Peter claimed. “My first time was when I was fifteen, with a girl named Cyndi Baker. She was older than me; eighteen, truly gorgeous. Hell, I came before I could even get the rubber on!” This part of the story was true, although he purposefully left out the fact that being fifteen and horny as only a lovesick teenage boy could be, he’d been up and ready again less than a minute after the embarrassing escapade.

“Gabriel…” Discouraged by the lack of a response, Peter spooned behind his curled-up lover and gently held him. “I don’t think you’re a failure.” He kissed the junction where neck met shoulder. “I think you’re wonderful. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.”

Gabriel bit his lip, forcing back the words that threatened to come out through his mouth. I love you, Peter. A part of him desperately wanted to utter them, to tell Peter that which he could not tell anyone else. Another part, the one in control, held him back, fearing rejection. Despite everything that Peter had said and done for him, he had never said he loved him. Of course not. Who could love him?

“Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

There was a soft bounce when Peter got off the bed, and Gabriel could hear his padding footsteps move around in the room until he returned, now holding something in his hand.

“Open your mouth, sweetie,” Peter coaxed, nudging Gabriel’s lips with something the other immediately recognized as chocolate. “Come on, it’ll take the icky taste of my cock from your mouth.”

It was an attempt at a joke from Peter, and although Gabriel appreciated the gesture, he was not amused. “I’m too fat, anyway…” he whispered, his words dulled by the pillow he used to bury his face in. Immediately he wished his boyfriend hadn’t heard him.

“You’re kidding, right?” Peter said incredulously. “Gabriel, if you’re fat, then I’m eight feet tall!”

“It’s true…” the watchmaker’s son persisted. “My ass is h-huge!” Suddenly he hated everything about himself and his own body; too hairy, too fat in some places and too thin in others, a stupid doughy mass that never wanted to cooperate and always made anything he wanted to achieve impossible with its mere presence.

“Now you’re just being ridiculous,” Peter said firmly. “Besides, I love your ass. It’s perfect.” He gave his boyfriend’s bare behind a tender squeeze to emphasize his words, but it only earned him another miserable sob from Gabriel. Not knowing what else to try, Peter settled with simply hugging the taller boy from behind and occasionally pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Do you want me to drive you home?”

Gabriel shook his head almost imperceptibly. “N-no, I want to stay w-with you… I’m s-sorry I ruined our time together.”

“Not everything can be perfect the first time,” Peter replied. “We’ll get plenty of more opportunities.” Using mild force to make Gabriel turn onto his back, Peter then cupped his tear-streaked face in his hands and reached out to lick the salty fluid from his boyfriend’s cheeks.

“You’re beautiful, even when you cry…” he whispered, flicking his tongue over Gabriel’s swollen, closed eyelids. A shudder passed through the other boy, but he made no conscious effort to push Peter away.

“Can I clean you?”

“W-what…?” Gabriel murmured, blinking.

Peter glanced down at the flaccid cock still wrapped in the come-stained condom. “You need to be cleaned up, baby. Can I do it for you?”

After receiving a nod of approval from Gabriel, Peter removed the crumpled latex sheath and bent down to lap at the sticky member. Immediately his boyfriend jerked at the unexpected contact.

“Peter…?”

“Hmm-mmm?”

“W-what are you doing?”

“Cleaning you…” Peter mumbled as he proceeded to use his tongue for said task. Gabriel welcomed the attention and even pulled his knees up for better access, but that which Peter had hoped for – a hardening in the organ – did not happen. When even his most provocative oral stimulation failed to cause any arousal worth mentioning, Peter gave up and stretched out next to the other boy, taking a moment just to observe Gabriel’s features. His boyfriend’s eyes were closed, so he could stare uninhibitedly without the fear of making Gabriel uncomfortable.

The watchmaker’s son was not what one could call beautiful by classic definitions; despite some delicate features, it was his nose – too large to be considered conventionally attractive – that stood out the most, then followed by his teeth. Peter did not even want to think about the hell Gabriel’s peers had put him through simply because of his unconventional appearance and slightly eccentric personality.

“Baby?”

“Yes?”

“Are you tired?”

“A little, perhaps…” Gabriel sighed and finally opened his eyes. Peter was lying beside him, propped up on an elbow. His boyfriend’s other hand was busy combing through the patch of chest hair between his nipples. Gabriel could not fathom how anyone could find that attractive or even tolerable, but he did not mind Peter’s fascination. His boyfriend had no body hair of his own, after all.

“Peter… I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Peter’s small, graceful hand drifted over to tease a nipple.

“I know you didn’t get to… right?” Gabriel knew that the question was superfluous; he was fully aware that while he’d had two very intense orgasms in a short time span, his lover had had none.

“Don’t worry about that,” Peter said with a slightly evocative smile. “I’m good.”

Even though reading people had never been one of Gabriel’s strong points, he could tell that Peter was lying now; probably to make him feel better, but still being untruthful.

“My first offer still stands,” he said.

“Sorry?”

“You can fuck me… if you want to.” Maybe this was how it was supposed to be between them. With Peter doing all the work, it could hardly fail, could it?

The dark-haired boy smiled, his fingers never stopping their motions through Gabriel’s chest hair. “Well, I said I do love your ass… Would you let me?”

Gabriel nodded, licking his lips. He could still taste Peter on them. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to?”

No verbal answer was required; Gabriel reached for Peter’s head and pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss, wet and lascivious with lots of tongue. Their eyes met, and the answer passed between them unspoken.

Peter reached for a new condom, still confident that they don’t really need them but also reluctant to break a promise to his brother. Taking his time to prepare himself and his lover, he watched Gabriel’s serene expression as he willingly opened up to Peter and allowed his body to be probed by slender, deft fingers. His member still did not harden, but knowing that his boyfriend had already come twice tonight, Peter knew better than to interpret the lack of an erection as lack of interest.

“I… might not be clean down there,” Gabriel said, again slightly apprehensive just before Peter was about to enter him.

“No worries. We have the rubber.” Peter had long ago learned that cleanliness could not always be maintained when engaging in “backdoor action” of this kind, but he truly did not mind. It seemed that everything one did was associated with certain risks nowadays.

He slid into Gabriel from behind, slowly, until his pelvis connected with the other’s buttocks. His boyfriend was tight, but not too tight; despite his inexperience, Gabriel knew how to relax into being fucked. Hot, pliant…

This position – Peter knew no better name for it than ‘halfway missionary’ – was not ideal for hard pounding, but the penetration had potential to be fairly deep, and Peter occasionally yanked Gabriel toward himself by the hips, angling him and working to fully bury himself in his lover. The watchmaker’s son, a little on his side but still mostly on his back, keenly met Peter’s thrusts, head lolling from side to side as he gave tiny, suppressed moans and mewls of a highly erotic character that sent jolts of arousal straight to Peter’s cock.

As he felt his orgasm drawing near, Peter lifted Gabriel’s upper leg, hooking the ankle over his shoulder and deepening the penetration to the limit of what was physically possible. A quick look at his boyfriend’s genitals told Peter that Gabriel was still not fully erect but loving every second of this nonetheless.

He came moments later, his body mirroring the jerks of twitches done by his cock, embedded inside the taller boy. Both their chests heaving, Peter collapsed by Gabriel’s side and slid free with a wet, sucking sound. He made sure to pinch the base of his flagging cock to keep the condom on until he’d recovered enough to remove it properly and clean himself – and Gabriel. Despite his boyfriend’s worries about not being clean, there were no traces on the latex sheath to suggest otherwise, however Peter soon became aware of the trail of semen coating Gabriel’s lower abdomen.

“Damn…” he said, astounded, dipping a finger in the milky puddle to really make sure it was there. “You came while soft?”

The watchmaker’s son gave his own belly a slightly dazed and perplexed glance. “I did…? Yeah, I did…” he murmured.

“Wow…” Peter was at a loss for words. “I… I didn’t even think that was possible,” he confessed. “I must’ve been good!”

Gabriel grinned back at him. “You were amazing, as always,” he agreed.

Being fucked by Peter simply felt so right, in a way that nothing else could compare to. The thought made a blush rise in his face; Gabriel was well-aware that according to many people, his parents included, what they’d just done was considered gross, unnatural and even perverted. Sodomy. An ugly, tainted word for such a beautiful act. He made a promise to himself never to use it.

“We should get cleaned up,” Peter said, mostly to pull Gabriel back from whatever dreamland he seemed to have gone to. It was true, however; even though Peter’s come was not leaking out of him now, Gabriel was still sticky from the lube and his own essence.

“Yeah, sure…” the taller boy murmured, still obviously absent. “I can go get washcloths…”

“Nah, let’s take a shower instead,” Peter suggested, leaping off the bed to take out two large bath towels from his bureau; one for each of them.

For a moment Gabriel looked horror-struck. There was no other word for it. “A shower?” he said. “Now? But it’s four AM!”

Peter shrugged, puzzled. “So? There’s plenty of time before I have to drive you back.”

“But…” As the reality of the situation sank in, Gabriel felt dumb instead. Of course they could take a shower any time they wanted here; they were in a goddamned private mansion, not some ratty apartment building with next door neighbours prone to complain about every single thing out of the ordinary.

If Peter noticed his embarrassment, at least he didn’t make a big deal out of it. Gabriel followed his boyfriend to the adjoining bathroom and watched Peter adjust the water temperature of the shower. Even Peter’s personal bathroom was nearly twice as big as theirs at home, and instead of an old bathtub with a showerhead attached to it, this one had an actual stall with semi-transparent glass walls. It all looked very exclusive, even the tiles. He was almost afraid of touching anything in there in fear of contaminating it. A place where one got cleaned should not look so… pristine.

“C’mere.” Peter smiled, actually managing to look both wicked and coy at the same time, and pulled Gabriel in under the jets of hot water with him. The taller boy flinched; he normally preferred water with a cooler temperature, but it did not take long for his body to adapt. Peter’s deft hands stroking and caressing various parts of him also certainly helped to ease the discomfort.

Peter fell to his knees before Gabriel, soap lathering in his hands, and began to wash his boyfriend’s stomach, his long, slender legs, and his pleasantly plump buttocks. Peter’s slow, careful, rhythmic motions over his body turned Gabriel’s skin into gooseflesh and made him shiver from the unexpected pleasure.

Upon entering the shower, they had both expected to share a moment of sweet, asexual relaxation, but when Gabriel’s member eagerly swelled in Peter’s hand when he soaped it, they realized that their raging, teenage hormones would not allow this. Gabriel’s world shrunk into a small sphere consisting of a few sensory impressions; the fragrance of Peter’s vanilla soap, the soft hissing and splashing of falling water, the humid steam, and his boyfriend’s dexterous hands kneading and rubbing highly sensitive parts of him.

Peter brought Gabriel to a quick orgasm by lapping and sucking on his erection while the hot water washed over them both, sweeping off any traces of their passion. He had never had sex in the shower prior to this; jerked off, sure, but it was never the same on one’s own. This was definitely something they had to repeat.

When it was Gabriel’s turn to clean him, Peter guided the other’s jittery, insecure hands, content when they gradually gained confidence and started giving him pleasure. Peter leaned against the taller boy’s shoulder, kissing Gabriel’s neck, throat and chin, as Gabriel’s fingers, long and slender just as his legs, stroked his cock, the water mixed with pre-come serving as lubricant.

“Yes…” Peter breathed against Gabriel’s Adam’s apple as the orgasm rippled through him and stained his boyfriend’s thigh. The evidence did not last long before it was washed away along with any lather still present.

They kissed slowly, languidly, their passion sated for now, and Gabriel took joy in watching Peter’s toned, lithe body glitter when the water rinsed over his sinewy muscles. Pride swelled once more in his chest.

I have a boyfriend. His name is Peter, and he’s the most gorgeous creature on earth.

When the shower ended, one glance at the clock let Gabriel know that it was time for him to leave. They’d been in there for over an hour, he realized, and his light-headedness – something that normally only happened after a long, hot bath – certainly proved it. Gabriel hated having to leave Peter so soon, but he simply could not risk being caught a second time by his parents. Unless they’d discovered his absence already… No, they were probably still fast asleep at this hour. If not… he’d most likely never see Peter again. Gabriel was suddenly scared to return home. The mere thought of his father waiting for him in his room, hand raised…

The drive back in Peter’s Porsche passed in silence. Gabriel was tense, and Peter, having noticed this, did not want to agitate him further by initiating a trivial conversation.

As soon as the car came to a halt, Gabriel’s eyes were drawn up to the window of his parents’ bedroom, and to his immense relief, no lights seemed to be on. They were in his room, however, and the watchmaker’s son hoped it was because he’d forgotten to turn them off before leaving and not because his parents had come to look for him.

“You’ll be fine…” Peter whispered, and they kissed one last time before Gabriel exited the car. He raised his hand in a tentative wave, watching Peter’s car wheel off into the night and realizing that he missed his boyfriend already.

Gabriel managed the climb up the fire escape without any mishaps this time, although his hands were trembling hard by the time he struggled to get the window open. The heavy curtains blocked any actual view into the room, thus making it impossible to judge the situation, apart from the lights being on.

Moment of truth…

The room was empty. Gabriel let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in and manoeuvred his clumsy, lanky body inside as fast as possible. This time he even managed not to bump into anything. Just amazing.

He quickly undressed, stuffed the clothing, including the hideous rubber boots, back into the closet, and made sure there was nothing out that could evoke suspicions. Still no sounds came from his parents’ side of the wall. Maybe Peter was right; they did seem to sleep like logs.

Gabriel slipped in between the sheets, hair still damp, and lay completely still as he felt his heart rate gradually go down. His alarm clock to the left told him in bright red digital numbers that it was 5:42 AM. In an hour his mother might already be up and about.

Despite his body’s need for rest, Gabriel had trouble going to sleep after his nightly escapade, his elated mood keeping him alert and wakeful. While a part of him felt guilty for defying his parents, another, stronger part took pride in the very same fact. He was almost eighteen; most kids his age were much more independent and some had almost emancipated from their folks already. No wonder everyone else regarded him as a joke; the mommy’s boy who had to come straight home after school and always ate the same soggy tuna fish sandwiches for lunch.

After an hour of unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep, Gabriel spun the alarm clock around, having it face the wall instead. The glowing digits did nothing to help by informing just how late it was every time he opened his eyes.

Sigh.

One wall away, a door was opened and footsteps, quiet though they were, could he heard. Gabriel turned to his side, eyes closed. Then he sighed again.

*

A loud rap on his door pulled Gabriel from his sleep, and he sat up, startled, sweeping the room with his eyes. It was bright outside; late morning, judging from the light.

“Gabriel? Gabriel, it’s almost eleven. Aren’t you getting up today?” His mother’s voice. Terse, imploring, obviously displeased.

“Mom…? I… I’m coming…” Gabriel murmured, still slightly disoriented. His eyelids were practically sliding shut, and he sank back down on the mattress, trying to gather the strength to leave bed. Less than four hours of sleep was truly not something that suited him; still, he regretted nothing that had happened last night. Even if he’d never see Peter again, the memories of their time together were worth gold.

“Gabriel! I’m not going to tell you again,” Mrs. Gray’s voice warned. “Sleeping late is a bad habit.”

Snorting, the watchmaker’s son hauled his exhausted body into an upright position, yawning loudly as he started looking for something to wear. At least he’d have a good excuse to go to bed early today.


TBC...