Abel 2: Hearts in Chaos

by CJ Bishop

  Strong fingers gripped and explored between his ass cheeks, probing his tight entrance. Hot breath scalded his neck as Kaplan bit at his fevered skin, grabbing a mouthful, sucking like a starving man. Abel squeezed his eyes shut, locked into the man's iron embrace, no way to escape. His heart beat harder, faster, as the panic swelled.

  Just turn it off. Turn it off! Like you did with Craig—just go away! Find someplace to go!

  Abel choked on a low sob. Kaplan lifted his hips, grinding his confined cock between Abel's cheeks, his urgent fingers spreading him open, the man's body like a furnace against Abel's skin. Tears slid down his face and he bit back a cry when he was suddenly on his back beneath Kaplan's weight, hands and mouth exploring, tasting, sucking, licking.

  A startled grunt escaped Abel as the man reached down between them and grabbed Abel's cock, stroking him with a tight fist. Then he was descending Abel's body, caressing and kissing a path down the center of his chest and stomach. He pushed Abel's legs open, wrapped one hand around his cock and the other palmed his balls, massaging as his mouth moved back forth between, sucking his sensitive flesh.

  Abel whimpered and his cock stiffened fiercely in the man's fist, but the fear continued to press at him as the image of Craig's face between his legs exploded through his head. He clutched the blankets, eyes clamped, tears streaming, pulse racing.

  “Uh!” he choked on a gasp when Kaplan's mouth slid down the length of his hard cock, swallowing every inch of him, sucking, stroking, shoving down on him, pushing his cock head in his throat. On pure reflex, Abel's hips thrust up, burying himself even deeper. Kaplan groaned with pleasure and stroked him faster, more fervently.

  “Fuck.” Abel gasped hard and clawed the blankets. Behind his closed eyes, Devlin's face arose, vanquishing images of Craig. The love in his midnight eyes enraptured Abel, cloaked him with comfort and security. Let me be the one loving you tonight, his soft gaze seemed to whisper, plead. Just close your eyes, baby, be with me...I'm right here...I won't let anything hurt you.

  Abel's jaw clenched and tightened with emotion, hot tears running free. Please take me away from here, he cried silently, his mind grabbing onto the man. I want it to be you...only you.

  Some of the tension in his body began to ebb away as thoughts of Devlin took hold, pulling him into the fantasy with the man he loved. Eyes closed, he slowly released the blankets from his clenched fists and slid his fingers in Kaplan's hair as his hips began to move in rhythm with the man's mouth, allowing the vision of Devlin to take over. He moaned in ecstasy, gliding his cock in and out of Kaplan's throat.

  Don't leave me, baby, Abel's heart begged Devlin as, deep in his mind, the man held on and made love to him.

  * * * *

  The funny tickle in his gut refused to fade as Cole unlocked the door to his apartment. He and Gabe entered, and he closed the door behind them. There was no rhyme or reason for his nervousness—it wasn't as if Gabe hadn't been here before. In fact, the man had come over many times—and many times they had fucked on his sofa, in his bed, wherever the notion happened to strike them. So why all of the sudden did it feel like he was bringing the guy home for the first time? As if they had never been intimate?

  “Want a beer?” Cole asked as he veered into the kitchen.

  “Yeah, sure.” Gabe moved on to the living room, sat on the sofa and grabbed the TV remote, turning on the television. When Cole entered a few minutes later, the guy's shoes were kicked off and his feet propped on the coffee table, ankles crossed as he relaxed back against the sofa comfortably.

  Cole stepped over his legs and handed him a bottle of beer then sat down next to him. “Find anything good to watch?”

  Shrugging, Gabe twisted off the cap of the bottle and took a long swallow then licked his lips. Cole watched his mouth, following his tongue. Gabe dropped his hand onto Cole's thigh and rubbed slowly along the hard muscle. “So,” Gabe twisted the beer bottle back and forth on his leg, eyes on his drink.

  “So...what?” Cole opened his own beer and took a drink.

  Gabe chuckled low and slid his hand into Cole's crotch and massaged his cock until it began to throb unbearably. “So...are we going to talk about this?” he asked low, “Or just pretend nothing has changed?”

  “I, uh...” Cole cleared his throat. “I didn't know if it was something you wanted to talk about.”

  Sighing, Gabe smiled and glanced at him, one eyebrow cocked. “Do you?”

  Gazing into those baby blues, Cole was enamored. His pulse shuddered. “Yeah.” his voice rasped and he ducked his head and laughed softly, “Yeah, I do.”

  Gabe squeezed his crotch just hard enough to incite a groan then asked, “You getting sweet on me?”

  “Fuck.” Cole chuckled and dropped his hand down on top of Gabe's, helping the guy massage his cock. When he glanced up, Gabe was looking at him, waiting for an answer. Cole sighed, “And what if I am?” he raised his own eyebrow inquisitively, almost challenging. “What're you gonna do about it?”

  Gabe nodded slowly. “What am I gonna do about it.” he murmured, looking thoughtful. He leaned forward slowly and set his bottle of beer on the table then looked at Cole as a slow grin curved across his lips. He reached over, hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Cole's jeans and dragged him onto his lap in a swift, strong move. Gabe squeezed his ass through his pants as Cole straddled him, pushing down against his crotch. Gabe grinned, 'Well, this will do for starters.”

  Groaning, his heart going wild, Cole kissed the man, sliding his arms across his shoulders to grip the back of the sofa. Gabe's hands went down the back of Cole's jeans, groping his bare ass underneath. One finger slipped between his cheeks and nudged his tight hole, shoving inside. “Fuck.” Cole gasped low, groaning thick, his quick breath rushing into Gabe's mouth through their kiss. He growled and bit Gabe's lower lip. “I love your fingers.”

  “Just my fingers?”Gabe smirked as one hand pulled from the back of Cole's jeans and moved around between them, working open the front of his pants. As soon as they were unfastened and unzipped, Gabe had more room in the back to maneuver and worked his finger in deeper.

  “Fuck.” Cole gasped and clutched the back of Gabe's neck then began to rock against his finger. A hard breath burst forth when Gabe tugged out his cock and began to stroke him while finger fucking him simultaneously. “Shit, baby.” Cole whimpered, sucked in a tight breath then released it hard. “Oh fuck yes...”

  His fingers gouged Gabe's neck as his cock turned to granite in the man's fist, pearl drops of cum juice forming at the tip, only to be massaged into his hard flesh as Gabe's palm rubbed over the head and back down the shaft. Cole panted and worked his hips back and forth against the man's stroking hand and finger.

  Gabe chuckled low, his own breath quick and uneven. “Feel good?”

  “To put it mildly.” Cole grunted, then dropped his head against the man's shoulder. “Now stop playing with me...and fuck me for real.”

  Laughing softly, Gabe released him with both hands and grabbed his hips, lifting him up as he drew his legs off the coffee table and sat forward on the sofa. Cole's stiff cock beckoned him and the man wrapped his tongue around the head then sucked up his wetness before engulfing his entire shaft, pumping him deep and fast.

  “Shit!” Cole grabbed his head and fucked his mouth, pushing his cock deep into Gabe's throat again and again. “Holy fuck, man.” he panted hard, stroking and thrusting, sweat lacing his skin as his balls began to tingle pleasantly.

  Gabe dragged Cole's jeans down his legs without releasing his cock. Cole worked his feet out and kicked the pants aside then whipped off his shirt and tossed it away, his fingers diving back into Gabe's hair, gripping his head. His stomach muscles jerked and twitched when Gabe sucked him harder and his head dropped back as a half laugh, half groan pushed up his throat. Fuck, baby, your mouth is my heaven on earth. So hot, wet, tight and velvet soft, wrapping around his cock like a snug fitting silk glove.

  A whimper escaped him w
hen Gabe sucked up off him then moved him back so he could stand. He shed his clothes then sat back down, grabbed Cole's hips and turned him around, facing away from him, then sat him down on his hard cock.

  “Ahh fuck!” Cole ground out tight, loud, as the man's thickness squeezed into him, pushing deeper, expanding his insides. “Oh god, Gabe...give it to me...all of it.” He pushed down harder until he was sitting in the man's lap, his entire cock engulfed in his ass.

  “Oh fuck.” Gabe gasped and squeezed his hips. “Ah shit, baby, fuck me.”

  With pleasure, Cole groaned inwardly and smiled. He twisted a little and reached back, gripping Gabe's shoulder as he began to slide his tight ass up and down the man's hard cock.

  “Fuck yes!” Gabe choked. “Yes...yes...oh fuck, do it...fuck my cock, baby...ride me hard!”

  Cole curled his hand around the back of Gabe's neck, his body curved at the waist as he worked his hips, rocking, circling, bouncing, pounding until his back was arching and he was fucking the man without reservation.

  * * * *

  Devlin completed his rounds on autopilot as his mind worked overtime to come up with a plan to get through to Abel. Whatever was wrong...there had to be a way to fix it. There had to be. He couldn't accept that this was it—the end. Not after the way they had touched, made love. Every time he had looked into Abel's beautiful eyes, he'd seen the boy's need and want for him, his...love. And that last time with him had been no different. It had been a sheer force of will for Abel to let him go, to tell him to stay away. It wasn't what he wanted.

  “I'll find a way, baby.” Devlin whispered. “I'll figure out what I did wrong...and I'll fix it. I promise you, Abel—I will.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Alone In The Dark

  Probing lips grazed his neck, rubbing upward along the tendon, tugging his earlobe. Abel kept his eyes closed, clinging to the visage of Devlin, repeating over and over to himself that it was Devlin's body moving up to cover his, Devlin's mouth tasting his flesh, Devlin's hands exploring where no other should be allowed.

  Teeth nipped his earlobe hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from the boy. “Open your eyes, baby.” Kaplan groaned. “I want to look into those lovely gold pools when I enter your heavenly body.”

  Abel trembled; if he opened his eyes...Devlin would disappear.

  Hands gripped his head firmly, thumbs raking over his cheeks. “Open your eyes, Abel.” Kaplan's request teetered on a command. “I'm paying a lot of money for you to be here with me—not off in some fantasy with another man.”

  His breath catching, Abel opened his eyes slowly. Pent up tears seeped out, running down his temples, wetting his hair. He stared up into the man's Mahogany eyes. If they had been deep blue, maybe he could have still made believe...

  “I'm not going to hurt you.” Kaplan spoke low, but the hunger—the beast within—stalked behind his eyes. “You knew what was expected of you...and when I pay for something—I mean to get what I paid for.” He dragged his thumbs through the thin stream of tears leaking from Abel's eyes. “Do you understand?”

  Abel nodded unsteadily.

  “Say it.”

  Swallowing thickly, Abel managed a shaky whisper, “I understand.”

  “Good.” Kaplan's lips twitched with a smile and he kissed Abel's mouth. “I'm sorry if you have issues with this, Abel...but you need to learn that you shouldn't make a business deal if you can't hold up your end of it. I didn't make any pretenses about what I wanted from you.” he kissed him again. “You came into this with your eyes wide open.”

  Abel nodded again, “I know.” he whispered. “I'll...I'll do whatever you want.”

  Smiling, Kaplan nuzzled his ear. “Now that's what I like to hear.” he murmured. His hands rubbed down Abel's body then pushed underneath him, lifting his ass up. He drew back and gazed down into Abel's tense face. “Open your legs wider.”

  Heart pounding, Abel complied then whimpered when the wet tip of Kaplan's cock nudged his tight ring. He continued to push and pull, entering him a little more each time, seeming to take great pleasure by taking his time. Abel longed to close his eyes—he didn't want to look in the man's face. Craig often made him look at him and he hated it. Now, it seemed all he could see was Craig staring back at him, cold humor in his eyes, a triumphant smile on his lips as if to say ‘I won after all—I'm still fucking you’.

  “Oh fuck, baby.” Kaplan gasped hard then stopped playing and pushed in deep. Abel clawed the bed, body arching on reflex as a cry wrenched out of him. “Fuck.” Kaplan panted and worked himself in deeper. “Oh my god, your ass is so wonderfully tight and hot.” He groaned loud, half growled, then began to fuck him at a moderate pace. But the man's need couldn't be contained and in bare moments, his hands were clutching at Abel's body as his thrusts grew faster, harder, his pelvis pounding against the boy's ass, driving his cock in balls deep—again and again.

  Abel cried and bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut automatically, pushing out hot tears. His breath labored, his lungs not wanting to work. Breathe! He sucked in a sharp, staggered breath that choked him. Kaplan didn't notice as his lust drove him. He sucked and bit at Abel's throat, searing breath puffing against damp, fevered skin.

  “Oh fuck, baby, yes.” He grunted, pumping Abel's ass hard, urgent. “Fuck me, Abel...fuck me back...for twenty thousand fucking dollars, I expect to be fucked in return.”

  Tentatively, Abel began to move his hips in rhythm with Kaplan's thrusts, rolling against the man's strokes, working his ass on his hard cock.

  “Oh fuck yeah.” Kaplan moaned loud. “That's more like it, baby...come on...fuck me good.”

  Abel swallowed hard and slid his arms around the man's neck and wrapped his legs around his waist and gave him what he asked for—what he expected—fucking him with more urgency.

  Shoving up on his arms a bit, Kaplan slammed his cock into Abel, rocking the bed. “Fuck!” his back arched and head dropped back as his eyes squeezed shut in pure sexual ecstasy, his pace quickening, cock hammering. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Yes, baby, fuck me! Make me cum!”

  Abel squeezed his arms and legs around the man and closed his mind then fucked him with more enthusiasm.

  Pulling out of his arms suddenly, Kaplan sat up straighter, clutching Abel's hips and fucking him erratically, breath ragged, bursting from his parted lips, eyes hazy with lust as he stared down at him. One hand wrapped around Abel's cock and pumped him hard and fast.

  “Uuh!” Abel's body arched and he fucked the man's fist as he rocked hurriedly on his cock. His balls tightened fiercely. “Fuck.” he gasped hard. “Oh god!” His body jerked hard and his cock burst, squirting tendrils of cum up onto his stomach. “Fuuck!”

  Kaplan grinned and leaned over him, hammering his cock into his ass as he dropped his face and dragged his tongue through Abel's cum. A strangled wail wrenched from the man and he drove his cock in hard, unloading, fucking through the orgasm until he was spent. He panted forcefully and leaned down again, licking Abel's stomach clean then kissing him.

  His stomach pinched slightly as Kaplan's tongue thrust into his mouth with remnants of Abel's own juice. Sometimes Craig would make him taste his own cum and each time he nearly vomited. When Craig make him suck his cock, and came in his mouth, Abel had puked. Now, he wanted to spit out the taste of himself but Kaplan's tongue inside his mouth prevented it.

  The man's cock was still heavy and buried deep inside him. Please fall asleep now. Please stop touching me...stop doing these things to me...just for a little while.

  Kaplan withdrew his tongue and panted against Abel's lips. His breath smelled of cum and Abel wanted to turn his face away but didn't move. “You are well worth the cost.” Kaplan shuddered. “The best fuck I've ever had.” he smiled and kissed him again, murmuring, “And I've had a lot of hot young boys in my bed.” he stroked Abel's face then kissed him long, deep, groaning, “but never any quite like you, baby. Maybe I'll just keep you forever.”

  When the man finally lifted off him
and moved them both beneath the blankets, Abel waited tensely for him to drift off. For a long while, Kaplan remained awake, caressing and kissing Abel's sweat slick body, fondling and massaging him.

  Dawn pressed at the windows before the man finally dropped into sleep. Abel slipped out of bed and quietly made his way to the shower, turned the water on as hot as he could stand then scrubbed his body until his skin felt raw and burned beneath the spray. Sobs choked him as he relentlessly raked at his skin—as he'd done each and every time Craig had fucked him—as if he could somehow scrub away the memories as well as the residue of the man's touch.

  Sobs burst out of him and he sank down in the corner of the shower, knees hugged to his chest, muffling his cries against his legs as he struggled to push the recent events from his mind by clinging to memories of Devlin, even Cole and Gabe. He longed for Cole's arms, protecting him, comforting him, keeping him safe.