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Gabe’s hand was drawing lazy lines up and down his spine, and Oliver felt his eyes slipping closed as they rested there together. “This is just as good, you know. I just like being here with you.”
Oliver pressed himself against his boyfriend even harder. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m grateful for it.”
Gabe chuckled low and gentle into the top of Oliver’s hair. “Well, I plan to keep you, Ollie, so brace yourself.”
Oliver laughed and pressed another kiss to the side of Gabe’s neck. “I will.”
Seven
Morning came, and with it, warm arms and soft lips kissing along Oliver’s neck. With a groan, he rolled over and shoved his hands up the back of Gabe’s shirt. A hoarse, sleepy chuckle escaped Gabe’s lips as he continued to nip along Oliver’s collarbone which was barely visible under the neck of his shirt.
“Someone’s awake,” Oliver muttered.
“Mm, and someone else is waking up.” Gabe pressed his hips against Oliver’s, rubbing against his morning erection.
“He might be.” Oliver chuckled as he kissed the corner of Gabe’s mouth. “My breath is disgusting though.”
“I’m alright with it,” Gabe whispered, then claimed Oliver’s lips in a greedy, deep kiss.
It wasn’t as bad as Oliver thought it would be, the passion outweighing the sour taste in his mouth. Before long they were rutting, his thigh between Gabe’s legs, knee pressing very gently upward.
“Want you,” Gabe whispered.
“God. God, yes,” Oliver moaned in response.
Boldly, Gabe reached between their bodies and shoved his hand down the front of Oliver’s boxers, closing his thin fingers around Oliver’s swollen cock. He began to stroke him, a light touch, increasing the pressure just a little on each upstroke.
“Uhg, fuck,” Oliver muttered, pressing his forehead against Gabe’s shoulder. “You…should stop that,” he managed, “if you don’t want me to come before I’m inside you.”
Gabe let out a low moan, then rolled over toward the nightstand. He opened the drawer, fumbling around and came out with a box of condoms that was ripped open along the front, and a small bottle of lube.
Oliver tried not to seem over eager as he took the box and lube from his boyfriend, but instead of immediately ripping into the package, he set it aside and hooked his fingers under the hem of Gabe’s boxers. “May I?”
“Please,” Gabe whispered, needy and almost begging.
Oliver quickly pushed the offending material down toward Gabe’s ankles, and on his way up, removed his own. They laughed, kicking the underpants away before pressing their legs back together. Oliver’s cock twitched against Gabe’s thigh, and his hand moved down, pressing flat against Gabe’s lower stomach.
“Can I touch your…?” He wasn’t certain what terms Gabe used for himself, and he waited for his boyfriend to take the lead.
“My dick? Yes, yes you can,” Gabe said, and his voice trembled a little with the answer.
He carefully reached through Gabe’s soft curls, parting his folds, and the pad of his finger quickly found Gabe’s long, swollen dick. He rubbed it between his thumb and first finger gently, slow, careful motions which made his boyfriend gasp, dropping his head down hard against Oliver’s shoulder.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” Gabe gasped.
Oliver chuckled, the sound low with want and desire as his fingers moved up and down, carefully circling around his entrance. “Do you want me here?” he asked, pressing against his hole, then trailed his fingers further down until they were pressed between his ass cheeks. “Or here?”
Gabe let out a sharp breath as his face pressed harder into Oliver’s neck. “The…the first one. I want…please.”
Oliver groaned, moving his hand back and dipping in just for a second to feel the walls clenching around him. He pushed his fingers in and out, not going too deep, scissoring them just slightly.
Gabe gasped, thrusting his hips forward. “Oh God, fuck me now, okay? Please.”
“Anything you want,” Oliver breathed, and kissed him long and slow as his hand reached behind him for the condom. Without breaking the kiss, he managed to tear open the packet, then slid the condom over the tip of his dick and rolled it down. “You want lube?”
“Mm, yes. The testosterone I take makes me a bit drier than normal.”
Oliver quickly poured a few dollops of lube onto his fingers, stroking himself over the condom a few times, then carefully rolled over, propping himself between his boyfriend’s legs. “Alright?”
