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Heat prickles up my spine as Gabriel tugs my body close to his, our hips meeting, chests touching. He strokes my cheek and deepens the kiss, tongue finding the seam of my lips. I open my mouth for him, of course I do, and his tongue meets mine. Whatever bravado Gabriel had a moment ago is suddenly gone. He kisses me tenderly, as if he’s almost unsure, and the sweetness of it all makes me lose my mind.
‘Noah,’ he rasps as we come apart, our mouths millimetres from each other. Now that I’ve kissed Gabriel it feels like a crime tostopkissing him. To ever stop kissing him.
With a not-so-gentle nudge, Gabriel pulls me towards the bed. The back of my knee touches the frame and I fall onto my mattress, spread out and dizzy with desire. He grins down at me, his dark eyes practically feral. In one fluid movement, he pulls his polo over his head to reveal—
‘Holy fucking shit.’ He drops his shirt to the floor. I’d expected Gabriel’s physique to be wicked, but nothing could have prepared me for what I see. Well-defined muscle ripples under his dark skin, almost-black chest hair covers his pecs and runs down to his navel before disappearing below the waistband of his shorts. All I can think about is running my tongue down the valley of his abs; pushing my hands through his chest hair and wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, feeling his body move against mine, and never letting go.
I don’t know why I’m fantasising about it. Gabriel is rightfuckinghere.
‘Come here, baby,’ I murmur as he kneels on the edge of the bed. Gabriel’s breath catches at the endearment and he crawls on top of me again, our mouths finding each other. Like this, I can feel the length of his warm body against mine; my thin cotton shorts doing little to hide my growing desire.
My tongue slides against his and it’s just—wonderful. I’m blissed out of my mind. Now that we’re no longer fumbling for each other, Gabriel’s kisses are deep and slow. He kisses me like no one has ever kissed me in my life, and maybe that’s the point. Maybe he wants to ruin kissing for me. Because I already know I’ll dream of his mouth and long for it well after he’s gone.
I hitch my knee over his waist and Gabriel’s body shifts, the crux of our bodies meeting together. He breaks away with a gasp, confusion and desire warring in his eyes.
‘Fuck, Noah,’ he groans. Gabriel moves, our shorts barely a barrier between us, and his eyes roll back. He does it again, lips parted, cheeks flushed, driving our bodies together.
‘I don’t have a condom,’ I whisper. Or enough lube. Or the headspace for a discussion about how far we’re both willing to go.
Gabriel opens his eyes again. They’re wild and he’s panting hard, chest heaving. ‘Okay. I—’ He clears his throat, clearly overwhelmed. ‘It’s . . . it’s fine.’
I push his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, letting the curls that frame his face rest on the shell of his ear. ‘We can still—if you want.’
He nods, even though I’m not sure either of us is coherent right now. ‘Anything. Touch me, please.’
I run my hand down his chest and stomach. His abs quiver under my touch, hips surging against mine in an action I’m not entirely sure is deliberate.
‘Noah, I—’ Gabriel swallows thickly and I kiss his bobbing Adam’s apple and then continue down, kissing and sucking, even as my hand slips beneath the waistband of his playing shorts.
‘God, Gabi, you’re so fucking beautiful.’
As soon as my hands are in his pants, I realise I’ve made a mistake and take them out. Above me, Gabriel’s eyes search mine, suddenly confused.
‘What’s wrong?’ he asks in a panicked tone because when someone takes their hand out of your pants, I suppose it’s normal to assume something isverywrong.
‘Lube,’ I manage to get out before reaching blindly for my bedside table. Opening the drawer, I find my almost-empty bottle of lube and squirt whatever’s left into my hand.
He leans over to kiss me as I slip my hand back into his pants, stroking him once, twice, three times. He thrums like an instrument, every gasp and cry and mumbled word a note of the most beautiful song.
‘Yes, baby.’ I kiss wherever I can: his temple, his hairline, his jaw. His harsh, warm breaths hit my ear. ‘Fuck, you’re so hot like this.’
‘Yourmouth,’ Gabriel grunts. Who knew he’d be a fiend for a bit of dirty talk? His arms bracket my head, shaking with the strain. Another hard stroke and Gabriel’s hip surges upward, chasing more. He’s close.
‘That’s it,’ I soothe. ‘Let go.’
He says something in French but it’s garbled by a low moan. I turn my head to watch him, our noses brushing together as everything narrows down to a single point—me, him, and whatever this is between us. Gabriel comes on my hand with a heaving cry, his temple against mine, his body thrumming in my palm.
‘I’m sorry,’ he mumbles after a long moment. ‘I should have told you I was close, I—’
‘It’s okay,’ I reply, kissing his forehead. He looks sheepish, embarrassed even, and that’s not the post-orgasm glow I want to foster. ‘It was kind of the point.’
Gabriel rolls off me and collapses onto the other side of the bed, a loopy smile gracing his sweaty face. ‘It’s been a while. And I was all worked up.’
I find the shirt from before and wipe my hands on it before sliding back onto the bed. Gabriel frowns as I settle beside him.
‘You didn’t—’ He reaches for my shorts, but I stop him, threading our fingers together.
‘It’s fine,’ I say, because as much as I’d like to come, I kinda like this more—lying with Gabriel in this moment, the annoying is-he-isn’t-he acrobatics my brain’s been doing these past few days finally put to rest. ‘I’ll cash in an IOU another time.’
