Gabriel is watching me, waiting for my reaction. His teeth worry at his bottom lip, and I can see the anxiety creeping back in.
“Well?” he asks finally. “Will you fuck me, Marshall? Please.”
I can’t say no when he’s begging me like that. I’ve never been able to say no to him, not really, and especially not now when he’s spread out beneath me, naked and hard and wanting me so bad.
“Do you have lube?” I croak.
He nods toward the drawer. “In there.”
I set the toy down on the bed and reach into the drawer, fishing around until my fingers close around a bottle. I pull it out, then notice something else: a strip of condoms.
I hold them up. “Do you want me to use these?”
Gabriel shakes his head. “No. If you’re okay with it.”
My heart pounds. He wants me bare. Wants to feel all of me with nothing between us.
“I got tested after Rachel,” I tell him. “Haven’t been with anyone since. I’m clean.”
“Same for me. After Blaine.” His eyes lock on mine. “So?”
So we’re doing this. I’m going to fuck my stepbrother bare.
The thought should probably terrify me or make me hesitate, but it doesn’t. It just makes me harder.
I set the condoms aside and pop the cap on the lube. Gabriel is still on his back beneath me, and as I watch, he bends his knees and pulls his feet closer to his body, spreading his legs and opening himself up to me.
The sight steals my breath. He’s completely exposed, vulnerable, trusting me with this. I pour a generous amount of lube onto my fingers, letting it warm against my skin, and then I reach down, my fingers brushing against his entrance.
I circle one finger around the tight ring of muscle, not pushing in yet, just massaging. Gabriel pushes back against my finger impatiently, seeking more, but I take my time, keeping the pressure light. Finally, after a minute, I give him what he wants and press a little harder against his entrance.
“That’s it,” I murmur, as my finger breaches the rim. “Let me in.”
Gabriel relaxes around my finger and I push further. He’s so tight, the heat and pressure around my finger are almost overwhelming, and for a moment I don’t think I’m going to fit. If one finger is this much of a stretch, there’s no way my cock will.
But I keep going, pushing deeper, until Gabriel makes a sound that’s half gasp, half moan.
“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he exhales. “Keep going.”
I add more lube and work a second finger in beside the first. I watch his face carefully for any sign of pain, but he only pushes back onto my fingers, taking them deeper. His cock is flushed dark red and leaking onto his stomach, and I watch a drop of precum slide down his shaft as I work him open.
The third finger takes longer. I add more lube and go slowly, easing in bit by bit, and Gabriel’s breathing gets ragged.
I lean down to kiss his hipbone. “Breathe,” I murmur against his skin. “Relax for me.”
Gabriel exhales and I feel him give in, his muscles loosening, and my third finger slides home. He makes a sound that’s pure relief mixed with pleasure, and his hips start to move, fucking himself on my fingers.
I crook all three and hit a spot inside him that makes him gasp and arch off the bed. I press against it firmly.
“Fuck!” Gabriel’s hand flies to his cock, wrapping around the base and squeezing hard. “Marshall, stop. I’m going to come.”
I slow my movements but don’t pull out, just hold my fingers still inside him while he catches his breath.
“I need your cock,” Gabriel says after a moment. “Please. I’m ready.”
But I’m not convinced. He’s so tight around my fingers, and my cock is so much thicker. I don’t want to hurt him, don’t want to ruin this.
“Can I stretch you with the toy first?” I ask.
