On a Roll

by Beth Bolden

  Did he still want it? He was desperate for it.

  “Yes,” Sean said.

  Maybe he should be embarrassed at how crazy he was for it, especially considering that he’d gone this long without. But suddenly, it was unacceptable that Gabriel wasn’t inside him right now.

  “Okay,” Gabriel said. “We’ll see what we can do about that.”

  Sean didn’t realize what he’d really meant by those words until they’d gotten to the bedroom, and were trading kisses of increasing fervor, between pulling their shirts off. He nibbled Gabriel’s bottom lip, and he groaned, pulling back.

  “Hey, you’d better be careful with that, or you’ve got no chance in hell of eventually getting what you want.”

  “What?” Sean asked impudently. “Don’t like a little nibbling?” He leaned in, nibbling again, and was rewarded with an even louder groan. “I think you really like a little nibbling,” he said.

  “Probably too much,” Gabriel admitted, his cheeks flushing. “I’m gonna come before I even get a finger in you.”

  “What about your cock?” Sean pouted. He knew he’d need prep. It had been a long time, and Gabriel’s dick wasn’t exactly small.

  “Eventually,” Gabriel said, and Sean knew he was being deliberately evasive.

  Sean frowned, his fingers stilling on the button of Gabriel’s khaki shorts. “I’m not made of glass, you know. I’m not going to fucking break.”

  “It’s just . . . it’s been a long time for you.”

  Before it had all been hot passion, but now Sean could see the care in Gabriel’s eyes. But he didn’t want to see it. He’d asked Gabriel here for one purpose and one purpose only. To fuck him.

  He almost thought, if he won’t, I’ll find someone who will. But he didn’t, because it was a lie. He didn’t want Ren, or just any random guy. He wanted Gabriel.

  “So what, you’re going to give me a finger or two and hope that’s enough?” Sean said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said I wanted to get fucked, not finger fucked, thank you very much.”

  “I . . .” Gabriel tried to say but Sean wasn’t done, and interrupted him.

  “And if I can’t handle something, I’ll tell you. We’ll deal with it. But you don’t get to make my choices for me. We’re fucking, that’s all.”

  Gabriel’s gaze narrowed. “If fucking is what you want, fucking is what you’re gonna get.”

  “Oh?” Sean decided he liked this determined version of Gabriel. It reminded him of how pissed off he’d been right before the meatball had gone sailing through the air.

  Maybe if they’d just decided to fuck then, they could’ve saved two years of bickering.

  Gabe’s hand was firm and so, so sure as he reached out and grabbed Sean’s ass, gripping it hard.

  He and Milo had always been so careful with each other. Careful in the way that Gabe kept wanting to be, but Sean discovered that this was really good, too. It worked him up, made his blood race as he thought about Gabriel manhandling him, fingers digging into his hips as he worked his cock in.

  And then he did manhandle him onto the bed, pushing him up onto it, using his larger size and unexpected strength and then he was stripping the rest of Sean’s clothes off with a single-mindedness that left him dizzy.

  “This what you wanted?” Gabriel said, all casual intensity as he leaned down, his mouth a breath away from Sean’s.

  “Yes, yes,” Sean said breathlessly.

  “Just wanted to get me worked up, didn’t you?” Gabriel asked, raising an eyebrow.

  Had he? Sean hadn’t really thought about it, but he’d liked it when Gabe had taken control the other night, taken away the decisions from him, the thinking, and he’d also liked the idea of finally getting what he wanted.

  This was the best of both worlds, wasn’t it?

  “Yes,” Sean repeated, and Gabriel grinned wildly.

  “Well, baby, you’re gonna get it now.”

  “Is that a promise?” Sean asked. “Because from here, it looks like you’re all talk so far.”

  Gabriel’s smile went wicked at the edges and Sean couldn’t help the moan that escaped him as his fingers wrapped around his cock, tugging insistently.

  “Guess I’m not,” Gabriel said. He nodded towards the bedside table and its drawer. “You got everything I’m going to need in there?”

  Lube. A condom. Sean licked his suddenly dry lips. There was no reason to be nervous. Even if he hadn’t done this in awhile. He’d made sure he was stocked, with brand-new products.

  “Yeah,” Sean said, watching as Gabriel leaned over, pulling open the drawer, and finding what he’d stashed there. A new tube of lubricant, and a fresh box of condoms. Anything he’d owned before had been thrown out when he’d moved to LA.

  Back then he hadn’t been sure he’d ever be ready to take this step again.

  But the morning after Gabe had been here last, Sean had stopped by the drugstore and made sure he was prepared.

  It was one thing to ask for this, though, and it was another to guarantee it happening. But over the last three days, nerves had melted into a heady anticipation, and now, though he felt adrenaline sparking in him, it wasn’t because he was scared.

  He knew what he wanted now, and Gabriel was going to give it to him.

  “Look at you, all prepared,” Gabriel cooed, and the dark edge to his voice made Sean shiver. “I like this side of you.”

  “Which side?” Sean gasped as Gabriel stroked his cock again, then slipped his fingers lower, pushing his thighs open.

  “The side that’s all prepared to be bad,” Gabriel said, his tone and the look in his eyes hypnotizing. “That knows what it wants and is gonna get it.”

  “I want you,” Sean said, even though they both knew that.

  Gabriel hesitated, and leaned down, his kiss gentle and sweet at first and then turning surprisingly dirty and hot, tongue stroking over Sean’s. He wasn’t proud of it, but between Gabe’s hand on his dick and his tongue in his mouth, it was hard to even focus, and when it ended, Gabriel pulling away, he almost cried out with frustration. He was so goddamn horny, didn’t Gabe see that?

  Couldn’t he feel him pulsing in his hand, twitching with every touch? Couldn’t he feel how hard he was? How wet, precome bubbling out of his slit?

  “Come on,” Gabe ground out, “I wanna get a finger in you.”

  Sean swallowed hard, suddenly afraid that after all his insistence that the fucking happen tonight, that he’d lose it the moment Gabriel started.

  How had he gotten to the edge so quickly?

  Five years without this, was the easy answer.

  He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut out all the things that were driving him there—Gabriel’s big body caging his, how good he smelled still, even after a whole day working in the heat, how insanely bitable the ridge of muscle on his shoulder was, the intensity in his gaze, like he could eat Sean alive, and still not have fed all his hunger. But even with his eyes closed, he could hear the bottle open and then close and then he could feel.

  Sean and Milo had figured this out together—they’d both been sheltered, new to any kind of gay scene, and there’d been plenty of mistakes. But Gabriel knew exactly what he was doing, brushing the pad of his finger over his hole, smoothing the lube around.

  He gasped when that thumb slid in, and cried out when he went so slow, so goddamned slow. He wanted more. Might even be craving the inevitable stretch of it.

  “Oh, yeah, you fucking love this,” Gabe ground out, like the fact that he did was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. And he did, he was pushing against that thumb, wanting it deeper, wanting more, wanting to be filled up and by Gabriel.

  “Another, please,” Sean gasped out, still worried he wasn’t going to be able to make it last. The moment he felt Gabe’s cock sinking in, he was probably going to lose it. He was so close now, like the handjob that Gabriel had given him the other day hadn’t even happened. It was like he was fresh and new again, a teena
ger just experimenting with this stuff for the first time.

  “Oh, yeah, you fucking love it.” Gabe’s voice was gruff, guttural. And Sean realized, with a shiver up his spine, that this was his sex voice. All this time they’d known each other and he’d never wondered what Gabriel’s sex voice would sound like.

  The truth was, it sounded really fucking good. Sean wanted to get lost in it. Wanted Gabe to talk him through fucking him, tell him how incredible he felt, how tight and hot, how insane he drove him, as Gabriel drove him insane right back.

  The pain hit when Gabriel’s second finger was halfway in, the burning stretch of it, but Sean forced himself to relax. He’d done this for the first time before, he knew how to deal with it. It was just like riding a bicycle.

  “That’s it, baby, take it,” Gabriel cooed, working him through it, until the discomfort melted into pure pleasure, making him feel perfect and whole and alive.

  “Come on, come on,” Sean chanted through clenched teeth. He was so turned on, walking along that razor-thin edge for so long that it felt like anything might just tip him over. And he wanted it to be Gabriel’s cock. Needed it to be Gabriel’s cock.

  “Alright, bossy,” Gabriel said, and Sean gasped as his fingers pulled out, leaving him feeling so empty. “Just a goddamned second.”

  Sean heard the condom wrapper rip and glanced down, watching as Gabriel rolled the rubber on. His cock was as hard as it had been the other night, when he’d sucked him dry, and seemed to look even impossibly bigger than it had then. But he could do this. He wanted to do this. More than he wanted anything else.

  How long had it been since he took anything for himself? So goddamn long.

  He deserved this cock. He deserved to come his fucking brains out on it.

  “Oh yeah,” Gabriel groaned as he began to push in. It was overwhelming. So much more sensation than his fingers, spearing him open, and he felt every inch of it.

  “Fuck, fuck,” Sean breathed out, as Gabriel continued to slide in. How was it that there was so goddamn much? He felt so full already and Gabe was still moving, still pushing in.

  “You good?” Gabriel asked, tipping his forehead against Sean’s. “I can . . .”

  “No,” Sean said, wild for it. The pain was already beginning to slip away, and god, that was the end of it, wasn’t it? The blunt tip resting, it felt like, right against his prostate. “Oh my god, oh my god.” It was so much, almost too much, and he needed it to end, before he imploded with how much he was feeling. He began to reach down for his own cock, because that was what he needed—a few good hard strokes and he’d be coming and it would . . .

  “Hell no,” Gabriel said, nimbly catching his hand and then pulling the other one to join it, his palm steadily pressing Sean’s wrists into the pillow. “You wanted fucked, you’re gonna get fucked. None of this coming early shit,” he said. Panted a little. “’Cause maybe now I really want to fuck this tight ass.”

  “Do you?” Sean felt a little out of his mind with the pressure at his wrists, and the pressure everywhere else.

  “Fuck yes I do,” Gabriel said, and thrust a little, and then a little more, still being gentle, but Sean had the sudden thought of how fucking good it would be when he wasn’t holding back anymore. What would it be like when Gabe lost control?

  Fucking amazing, that’s what it would be like.

  “Oh god,” Sean moaned as his hips sped up and even his very good imagination hadn’t been able to conjure how good this would feel. He was going out of his fucking mind, needing to just get a hand on his own cock, to relieve the pressure, but Gabe wouldn’t let up and wouldn’t stop.

  “You are so fucking perfect just like this,” Gabriel said with a groan. “I could do this forever.”

  Sean reared up and bit him on his shoulder, because he was beyond words, beyond anything really, and he needed something, anything, to push him over the edge, and the taste of Gabriel’s skin in his mouth felt like as good a method as any.

  “Fuck,” Gabriel shouted, and Sean realized he hadn’t been lying. The nibbling—and apparently the biting, too—really got him going because he was screwing his eyes shut, hips thrusting erratically, and Sean realized with desperation that he was about to come, and Sean still hadn’t.

  He pushed up even further, sliding his drippy cock right up against Gabriel’s firm stomach and that was all it took, he was catapulting past anything he thought he could bear, pleasure roaring through him in a dizzying wave.

  “Oh my god,” Sean wailed as he clenched around Gabriel’s cock. “Oh my god.”

  Gabriel’s head fell to his shoulder, and he shuddered out his own orgasm, filling the condom.

  Finally, his hips stilled and Sean could only lie there, feeling everything still. His wrists, caught up in Gabriel’s hand. His huge cock, continuing to touch all the oversensitive spots inside him.

  “That was . . .” Gabriel let out a guttural sigh.

  “Something else,” Sean finished for him with a semi-hysterical laugh.

  “Yeah,” Gabriel agreed, his smile so warm.

  “We could do it again,” Sean said.

  Gabriel’s smile morphed into faux shock. “Right now? I hate to break it to you, but I’m not eighteen still.”

  “No, no,” Sean giggled. “Not right now. Like . . . tomorrow. I just . . . realized I didn’t want us to get too up in our own heads like we had last time. So I thought it’d be a good idea to establish that yes, I want to do it again. As soon as possible.”

  Gabriel raised a questioning eyebrow. “You think you’re going to get any arguments out of me?”

  Sean laughed. “For once, no.”

  Chapter Eight

  The only good part of the weekly staff meeting was that Tony held it at the Funky Cup.

  If Gabriel was going to have to listen to his friends bitch and whine and complain about all the injustices that had been delivered upon them during the last week, he wanted to be able to drink a few beers while doing it.

  In their defense, they did a whole lot more than whining, typically, but by the end, that was usually what it devolved to. Tate told a story about how a customer wanted a grilled cheese, no cheese. Lucas joked about a vegetarian who’d ordered the fish tacos and then complained he couldn’t eat them.

  Gabriel had just finished up his second beer, and was eyeing Sean from across the room, wondering if it was too soon or if he would look too desperate to suggest they go back to his place. But before he could decide one way or the other, Tony threw a wrench in.

  It was Tony, so he shouldn’t have been surprised.

  “So, we’ve been open six months now,” Tony announced casually, “and I want to start implementing some of my bigger ideas for the lot.”

  “Like what?” Tate asked.

  “I’m so glad you asked,” Tony said with a mischievous grin that almost never boded well for anyone. “I thought it would be so cool if we paired up two trucks and had them develop a dish that they could both serve, kind of a mashup of their two specialties.”

  Later, Gabriel would look back and know that Tony was absolutely, definitely fucking with them. But stupidly, at the moment, he actually nodded and said, “I think that’s a really great idea.”

  “It is,” Lucas chimed in, because of course he did. He had to live with Tony, didn’t he?

  “It could be cool,” Ash said, and he was the most hesitant voice so far. “What do you think, Alexis?”

  Alexis was not usually a very vocal member of the meeting. Mostly he just smiled and nodded along, keeping his own counsel. Of course, Gabe was secretly convinced he had the best sales of any of them, and didn’t want them to know it.

  “Uh, I think it’s good,” Alexis said, speaking up. “I’d be happy to do it. Would we both serve the dish?”

  “Yeah, that’d be the idea. A collaborative effort, that both trucks get to benefit from. We’ll do some special signage around the lot, try to drum up some extra business.”

  “Are you think
ing we’ll do this all at once? All of us?” Sean wondered, sounding suspicious.

  If Gabriel had ever needed evidence that Sean was smarter than he was, it was right then. But he still didn’t see it.

  “Nope, we’ll do one pairing a month I think,” Tony said. “And the idea is that it’ll just be for that month. Something special to get people coming to the lot, and then hopefully coming back for more.”

  “Alright,” Ash said. “I’m in.”

  “Great,” Tony said with a lot of enthusiasm.

  Too much enthusiasm.

  “Who’s going first?” Lucas wondered.

  “Oh, I was thinking we’d start with . . .” Tony grinned. “Gabe and Sean.”

  It took Gabriel a minute to realize that Tony had said his name and Sean’s together for a purpose other than giving him shit. Was he suggesting . . .? Oh yes, he was. Oh, that motherfucking interfering asshole.

  Sean’s deepening frown made it very obvious that he’d already figured out that Tony had been planning this from the moment he’d brought it up.

  Ash laughed nervously. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

  “Why wouldn’t it be?” But Tony couldn’t pull off that faux innocent tone even if he’d had a thousand years to practice it. He was clearly feeling this idea and also the major explosive device he’d just thrown in their path.

  “I mean,” Ash said hesitatingly. “I love Gabe and Sean, but they don’t always . . . well, they don’t always get along, you know?”

  “Oh, they seemed to be getting along plenty fine the other night,” Tony said with a knowing chuckle. “I think it’ll work out just fine. I’ve got no concerns at all.”

  Not everyone looked convinced of this, but Tony moved on before there could be any more arguments voiced. “Next on the agenda,” he said, “is that huge City of Food festival that Los Angeles is holding in Santa Anita Park. They’re expanding from a weekend to a whole week. I know a lot of you want to participate, so I was considering closing the lot for that week. Thoughts?”

  Gabriel had considered participating, but the agreement he’d signed with Tony and Wyatt, promising to be at the lot and open for six days out of the seven, did make it a problem. It seemed a lot of the other guys had discovered the same issue.