Crys And Gabe

by J. A. Hornbuckle

  Without thought, he jacked his knees up and she lifted her legs so his thighs cradled her ass.

  "Fuck, Crys," he breathed, looking beyond her, his mind trapped in the memories of high school hell. "Who didn't fucking piss me off in high school?"

  She rubbed the arm he had draped over her waist.

  "I was so fucked up that if someone said 'black', I'd yell 'white'," he whispered. "I hated everyone. Myself, included. No, that's not true. Especially myself."

  He was quiet, trying to find words, the right words.

  "You may have dressed the part of teenage angst with your Goth clothes and makeup, but Kitten, I lived that fucking angst. Even though I still couldn't stay away from you," he admitted with a sigh, lowering his arm to tuck underneath her head.

  "I know, Baby," she whispered, reaching to twine her fingers of the hand around her waist.

  Their voices stilled, the only noise was from the forest's song of birds, wind and water.

  "I know I broke your heart, Crys, after that time … the time we spent here, when we were kissing," he admitted, softly. "I didn't mean to. But I was an absolute asshole. So confused by what you made me feel. God!"

  He scrubbed his face and shifted onto his back. Crys moved to curl up into his side, her head on his chest.

  "If I'd known that it was gonna cause you problems, Gabe, I never would've asked," she said softly. "I was just so afraid of being in high school and being thought of as a little girl because I'd never been kissed. I didn't even know how. That's why I asked, Gabe."

  She shifted and raised her chin towards his face. "That's the only reason why I asked. You were the only guy I could trust."

  "Yeah, some guy you could trust. Fuck," he moaned. "You know all the times I interrupted our kisses and said I had to go to the bathroom?"

  "You mean all the times you acted like you had to pee and you went around a tree and jerked off?"

  "You knew?" he asked incredulously.

  "Hell, yeah, I knew. You groan, dickhead. You groan a lot," she said with a chuckle.

  "Fuck," he said, scrubbing his palm over his face again. "Well, that's embarrassing."

  "And you know how I wouldn't let you feel my breasts?" she continued, trying to talk through her laughter. "I was only fourteen and a late bloomer. My boobs were sore, Dude."

  "But I thought you said…" he started.

  "Yeah, I remember what I said," she whispered, tilting her head back down. "I said I wasn't gonna let any boy touch me there unless he loved me."

  This time the silence lasted longer.

  "And did he?" Gabe asked. "The one you let touch you, did he love you?"

  "Yeah, Gabe. He does," she admitted.

  Wait, what?

  "Does? As in present tense?" he asked, feeling his heart speed up.

  She nodded.

  His mind was a blur as he sorted through all the possible candidates in town that might have been with her, that had felt her, that had been fucking inside her.

  "At least that's what he said the last time I saw him," she said.

  "And when was this?" Gabe ground out, hating the way his voice sounded and how his heart hurt.

  "I don't know … wait, Saint Paddy's Day," she said slowly.

  "Fucking hell, Crys," he yelled sitting up. "Two months ago?"

  She just looked up at him, blinking. He stared right back, his fists clenched as he ground his teeth.

  "What were you doing, Gabe, on Saint Paddy's Day? Huh? Or should I ask, who you were doing on Saint Paddy's Day?"

  He and Trisha met up with some friends at the local Irish pub in Eugene before heading back to his place to do...

  Shit.

  He had no right to berate Crys.

  "Sorry, Kitten," he said, but his heart was still pumping fast.

  God, he was an idiot.

  She reached her hand up and rubbed his back.

  "I begged you, Gabe. Remember?" she said softly.

  He did.

  He remembered.

  Christ!

  Gabe felt his cock lengthening as he remembered Crys asking him to have sex with her as she had lain underneath him, their hips bucking softly as they rubbed on one another, a dry humping in response to their body's reaction to the deep, wet kisses they'd shared.

  Shit.

  He hadn't ever done it and didn't want her to know that he didn't know how.

  But, he had wanted her so fucking badly.

  How could anyone not want to be with Crys Armstrong, the coolest girl in Grantham?

  "I wanted to," he admitted his heart thudding into the here and now. Leaning his back into her caressing hand.

  "I know, shithead. I had bruises on my thigh for a week after you rubbed yourself on me," she chuckled.

  "But then when school started, you and Carmi were an item," she said softly. "Hurt like hell to see you with her."

  Gabe turned back to look at her, seeing her stretched out on the blanket.

  "She put out, Crys," he explained. "It was the only reason I was with her."

  She just laid there, looking out at him but he could tell her mind was stuck in the past.

  "No, Gabe," she said. "She put out and wasn't the school's retard."

  Gabe felt his face grow hot.

  God, he hated when she was right.

  "Sorry, Kitten," he said again. "More sorry than you'll ever know."

  She laughed out loud, jackknifing her body to sit next to him, an arm around his shoulders, her head pressed against his arm.

  "Yeah, she led you around by your dick for a couple of years. It was beauty to watch," she chuckled. "Revenge, even if it's not by my own hand, is fucking sah-weet!"

  Without a thought and without effort, Gabe turned to her and pressed her down onto her back on the blanket.

  "Same fucking blanket, same fucking place," he said, his mouth next to her ear. "Still wanna do me, Kitten?"

  "Oh, God. To get banged by Gabe Mykalson, the high school stud," she breathed, pointing her mouth at his ear. "I should count my lucky stars."

  "Fuck, Crys," he moaned as his lips found hers.

  Sweet and slow kisses, punctuated with soft moans and tender sucklings. Hands gliding, stroking over clothes until the cloth between them became a frustration.

  Shoes, boots, socks, shirts and pants accumulated in a pile on the corner of their blanket.

  "Damn, Crys. Really?" Gabe moaned looking down and seeing her jewelry, now presented in a deep, blood red crystals that adorned her sweet, hard nipples, her navel and her clit. Matching her ink, his designs.

  His hand couldn't resist dragging itself through the wet of her slit, shining brightly with a heart-shaped jewel.

  Her legs opened and her hips tipped as he stroked her swollen clit, his cock twitching at the sound of her gasps.

  He moved between her legs and tongued her nipples before moving lower, his mouth caressing and sucking lightly down her body.

  He paused at her navel, his tongue circling caressing both the skin and the jewelry before moving lower.

  He had fantasized about doing this to her a million times and he could feel the pre-cum leaking from his cock as he actually got the chance to have his mouth on her.

  "God, yes," she hissed as his tongue lazily moved over her hard, pierced nub. Her hips arched and he felt her hands in his hair.

  His tongue swirled and flicked, teasing and rubbing, dipping into her moist core before moving back up to wiggle against her pleasure center.

  "God, Gabe," she groaned and he felt the tiniest thrust of her hips, rubbing herself against his tongue.

  His cock throbbed at her movement.

  He slid a finger inside her and pressed up as his mouth continued to work on her engorged clit. His finger dragged against the roughness of her g-spot as his mouth latched onto her swollen nub.

  "Gonna," she growled, her hands trying to hold his face against her thrusting hips.

  "Oh, God," she whimpered, her hands now on his shoulders, her pussy chu
rning against his mouth.

  "Gabe!" she whimpered as her orgasm raced through her, bowing her back as her hips arched, thrumming as she stilled. He could feel her wet walls clenching around his finger, tightening then releasing, as her bliss shot through her.

  "Ohmigod," she breathed, "Oh dear, God."

  He smiled at that. Neither one of them had ever been raised with any sort of religion in their lives, so to hear her thanking God as she was in the throes of ecstasy was especially intriguing to him. And had his dick throbbing.

  He removed his finger from her tight, hot sheathe as he wiped the wetness from his face on her thighs.

  Gabe levered himself up and looked at her face.

  God, her beautiful face still flushed with what he'd made her feel, her eyes glazed and slightly unfocused which only helped to emphasize her swollen mouth.

  She was so gorgeous.

  "Oh, Gabe," she breathed. "Awesome. So, goddamn awesome, Baby."

  He rolled away from her, needing to disconnect. It was intense and had been since he had helped her with her jewelry that first time. He felt the electricity of their touches shimmering against his skin.

  Crys.

  His Kess.

  Fuck.

  "My turn," she said softly turning towards him and planting her mouth against his jaw as she straddled his thigh and used her hand to stroke his hard length.

  His whole body stilled at her touch, feeling her hand dip lower on the down stroke as she cupped and caressed his balls before moving back up, fisting his cock and using her thumb to rub the pre-cum into his crown.

  "You feel so good," she breathed, moving her lips from his jaw to his mouth. She captured his tongue and tightened her hand on him at the same time; stroking, gripping in just the right way and with the right sort of tightness.

  His hips flexed at her touch.

  Gabe felt her move down his body. Wetting, flicking and then scraping her teeth softly against his flat nipples as his cock pulsed within the confines of her hot, soft hand.

  And still she moved downward, her tongue trailing, wetting.

  He could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine and he swallowed thickly almost unable to think as he felt her hard nipples and her jewelry scrape across the top of his thighs.

  "Crys," he moaned, trying to caress her shoulders instead of pushing them down as his cock was telling him to do.

  Her mouth encircled his cockhead and he had to hold his breath to prevent himself from spurting.

  Too hot.

  He felt her tongue flex and rub the sensitive muscle under his crown as she slid her head forward, sucking as much of his length as she could.

  "Kitten," he moaned, his fingers now twining in her hair as his hips lifted, encouraging her to keep going.

  Her hands gripped his hard-on more firmly, stroking deeply, as she lifted her head. "Can you cum in my mouth, Gabe?" she asked.

  "Goddamn, Princess," he yelled, and heard a bevy of birds fly away at his bellow.

  The first pulse hit at his mid chest before her mouth secured him once again. He watched her cheeks flex inward as she sucked him hard, his cum spewing into her hot, wet mouth.

  Goddamn.

  He was almost boneless after shooting himself into her mouth.

  Fuck.

  His Crys had sucked him and swallowed.

  His half erect cock twitched just from thinking about it.

  Goddamn.

  He grabbed her from underneath her armpits and brought her up to his face.

  "I love you, Crys. Love you like no other," he averred as he brought her face to his before rolling her underneath him.

  "You should. A girl just doesn't do that shit for just anyone, you know."

  Chapter Fourteen

  We trekked back to the house and stored away the stuff we had brought with us at the creek, sharing little smiles and small caresses as we moved around each other.

  Gabe grabbed my hand just as I was putting the last of the things away, his face very serious, his eyes steady on mine.

  "Maybe I didn't say it right, or even enough, when you were talking about what I did. About the shit I did back then, kitten. But, I really am sorry that I cut you."

  I felt my heart clench not just at the words, but the sincerity I could feel behind them.

  Too much for me to handle at the moment, though.

  "Need another shower," I said slowly, apropos of nothing.

  I saw Gabe's eyebrows rise and had a feeling that I wouldn't be showering alone.

  And I didn't.

  He had been so careful of my stitches and bruises but all bets were off when we came together under the fall of water. He propped me against the tiled wall as we moved slickly together, mouths fused as we moved.

  I didn't even remember using soap or shampoo.

  I did remember the feel of him as he held my ass, my arms gripping him around his neck, his mouth working any piece of skin offered.

  God, he felt so good.

  He ended up carrying me from the shower to the bed and we crawled under the covers, wet and joined at the mouth.

  Eventually we slept away the remaining portion of the afternoon, twined around each other.

  "Princess Kitten?" I heard his deep voice whisper against my ear, pulling me from a deep, dreamless sleep.

  I rolled over and saw he was dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, bent over me.

  "Yeah, Baby," I said, my voice still sleep hoarse.

  "You won't sleep tonight if you don't get up," he said before capturing my lips. I couldn't help twining my arms around him.

  "Why do you call me that?" I asked after his lips pulled away and he sat up.

  "What? Princess Kitten?"

  "Yeah," I breathed, stretching and sitting up, pushing the covers down to my waist. I saw his eyes as they trailed over my body jewelry.

  "Remember when I broke my arm?" he said.

  I nodded.

  "Remember how mad I was at you for coming up with the idea of stealing plums from old man Peters?" he continued.

  "I was four and a half, Gabe. You can't blame a little girl for trying," I countered.

  "God, Crys. Think about it. A four and a half year old talking a six year old into stealing plums. Then having the six year old break his arm trying to get away from that fucking big ass dog of Peters."

  I laughed although at the time it wasn't so funny.

  We had agreed to only get the plums on the ground but Gabe had gone a couple rows over from where I was shoving the over-ripe plums in my carrier bag. Old man Peter's dog chased him until he went up and over the fence, where Gabe ended up breaking his arm when he fell. The dog had just looked at me and I had wet myself. Lucky for me, the scary mo-fo had done nothing but look before he trotted away.

  "I was so mad at you, Crys. Mad at your stupid idea that I went along with and then mad because I broke my arm two weeks before starting first grade."

  I cuddled up to Gabe's back as he talked.

  "I was so mad at you and when I told you, you started yelling at me, remember?" he asked, running his hand down my leg that was wrapped around his waist from behind.

  "Yeah, Gabe, I remember," I whispered.

  "When I complained, my mom said you were like a Kitten. That when you got cornered, you hissed and spat even though you weren't really pissed off. You were just hating to be left feeling bad or without choices. She called it 'cornered'," he explained. "Thus, Princess Kitten."

  I laid my cheek against his back and thought about Deby, his mom. I couldn't remember my own mom who had taken off when I was around four, but my heart still remembered Gabe's mom.

  We were quiet for a time and it felt good, a gentle quiet with memories of us when we were joined at the hip and the loving way Deby guided the two of us.

  "I need to go to the shop and was thinking we could swing by the clinic then pick up Chinese," he said at long last.

  "Sounds good. Give me fifteen minutes, 'kay?" I asked moving to the
edge of the bed.

  I was halfway to the closet when I heard him whisper, "I still miss her, Crys."

  My body did an immediate about face and I grabbed his head to pull it into my stomach, running my fingers through his hair. Holding him as tight as I could and feeling his arms wrap around me.

  God, I loved this boy/man even though my feelings for him scared me to death.

  Please don't hurt me, my heart pleaded.

  We called in our order at the Chinese takeout place, so we could pick it up after doing the blood tests but before swinging back down to Human Hiero. The streets seemed really quiet for a Thursday night, but this time of year, with the university winding down its school year, Grantham slows down.

  The shop was pretty dead as well and we ended up spreading the food out for everybody to share.

  Gabe used the scanner and uploaded his new designs into both his website and the Human Hiero's site. He maintained a website specifically for other tattoo artists who could, with a subscription, download his designs to offer to their customers. According to the recent numbers on his control panel, he was pulling in a nice four figures a month just from the subscriptions alone.

  When he was done, he pulled Benny aside as I cleaned up the mess in the back room before carting the trash out to the dumpster in back.

  I stood still for a moment, looking up at the stars as I heard the music pumping from Fuego's, the topless club located just across the parking lot. If the lot was any indication, Fuego's was hopping tonight.

  On this side of town, things really got hot, busy, after dark.

  Human Hiero was on one side of Fuego's and Bewitchments, Grantham's only sex shop, was on the other. On our side of town, we got a lot of the bigwigs that wouldn't be caught dead in our shops until after dark.

  It was more than kind of sad to think that those same people, the fine upstanding folks of Grantham, thought our side of town, shit our damn street, was less than theirs until they needed us to scratch their itch.

  While we hadn't firmed up the exact songs we were going to do at Enrique's, Gabe wanted to see if his dad would play with us on the second set. I heard them talking as I made my way back inside.

  "Are you gonna be coming back soon?" Benny asked, not realizing how his voice carried throughout the shop when there weren't machines running.