"Aren't I?” Ethan asked sardonically. “We'll see.” And he reached for the empty cuff that dangled from Gabriel's left wrist and snapped it onto his own left hand.
Gabriel stared at him in horror. “What the fuck?” he demanded. “No way, dude!"
"This is hardly what I dream about at night either,” Ethan said dryly. “Now shut the fuck up before I give you a matching bruise on the other side.” He moved to the bed, virtually dragging Gabriel after him, and climbed into it, gun still pointed at Gabriel, moving to the other side, tugging on the chain so Gabriel had no choice but to follow him. The bed was a king-size, but even so, the chain on the cuffs was not very long. Ethan got under the covers and lay on his side facing Gabriel.
"I need to ... undress,” Gabriel said hesitantly, placing the peas on the bedside table.
"Be my guest,” Ethan said, green eyes unblinkingly on his. He tucked the gun under his own pillow now.
"Turn the light out,” Gabriel demanded.
"My pleasure.” Ethan reached over to the lamp and plunged the room into darkness.
As Gabriel lay on his back and undid his jeans, Ethan's left hand came with his own cuffed hand, so the intruder's fingers brushed against his thighs as he pulled the pants down and took them off with difficulty. Finally he lay back under the covers beside Ethan and tried to turn over on his side, before being stopped by the cuffs.
"You need to lie facing me,” Ethan growled.
"I can't lie on that side,” Gabriel said.
"Why not?” Ethan demanded.
"I've got a sore hip where I had an accident. It hurts too much."
"Fucking woman,” Ethan muttered. “Turn over then.” And he shuffled up close to Gabriel, his arm going with him as Gabriel turned over.
Suddenly they were curled together, Ethan's arm over his hip, their cuffed hands lying side by side on top of the covers, Ethan's head on Gabriel's pillow. Gabriel was way too aware of the heat of the body pressed against his, of the warm breath on the back of his neck.
He started to stiffen uncontrollably. Anyone would have given him this reaction, he told himself as he shifted slightly in horror. It had been so long since anyone had touched him. Jack and he used to sleep this way, but these days they had been resolutely back to back, a vast void between them.
"Stop fucking fidgeting and go to sleep,” Ethan snapped.
Gabriel drew his legs up slightly, anything to hide his ever-growing erection. He was awake a long while, listening to Ethan's soft breathing behind him. He wondered where Ethan had come from and what crime he had committed. And then he became aware of the warmth of the man again, and all that faded into insignificance against the pull of his dick.
His cuffed hand brushed against Ethan's. Lightly he entwined his fingers with his. His hand was small for a man, the fingertips calloused. Ethan shifted in his sleep. He pressed closer to Gabriel. A moment later he felt a face burrow into his hair and went rigid in shock.
Slowly and deliberately Gabriel reached up with his free hand and pulled his long hair back from his neck and across his other shoulder, exposing his skin. As he'd intended, Ethan's face fell right against his neck. Gabriel stifled a groan as Ethan slowly pursed his lips and delivered a soft kiss to the nape of his neck.
He didn't stop at one. He kept his mouth there, delivering kiss after kiss on the same patch of skin until it burned and Gabriel was virtually delirious. And then the kisses stopped as suddenly as they had started. Ethan stretched sensually against him, pressing his body into the hollows of Gabriel's, and went still. He had been asleep all the while.
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Chapter Two
Gabriel always woke up with a hard-on, that was nothing new, but this morning when he blinked in the morning light and felt the body still against his, he began to wonder if he had been hard all night. He was aching a little, his face sore where he had been hit. His hand was still entwined with Ethan's. The face of the intruder was still pressed against his neck, the skin on fire where his lips had caressed it. He lay still, savoring the feel of it.
It was a few minutes before he felt the man stir and lift his head slowly away. Immediately, Gabriel's skin felt cold and bereft. He wanted Ethan back, his mouth against his neck. He wanted to feel those unconscious kisses again.
"Why the fuck are you holding my hand?” Ethan demanded. But he didn't move his hand.
"I'm not; you're holding mine,” Gabriel retorted smartly. “Good morning to you too."
"Fuck off,” Ethan said, letting go of his hand abruptly. He was leaning suddenly over Gabriel, both hands on his, unfastening the cuffs, his chest pressed against Gabriel's shoulder. “Get up,” he said shortly, moving away and climbing from the bed, gun in hand.
Gabriel rolled onto his back, embarrassment masked by the two thick quilts on the bed. “Not just yet."
"What?” Ethan demanded. “You really didn't learn your lesson with that smart mouth of yours last night, did you? I think I'm going to have to teach you another.” There was a silence as their eyes held. Gabriel would have very much liked to be taught a lesson by Ethan, but he doubted that Gabriel's sort of lesson was what the green-eyed criminal had in mind. “Now get up!” Ethan waved the gun at him.
"I can't,” said Gabriel. “I'm not doing it to be difficult. Just give me a minute."
Ethan stared at him like he was crazy. “What?” he asked again.
Gabriel sighed. Ethan's nastiness was making his hard-on go down no problem, but this was balanced by the thought of him “teaching him a lesson,” which merely made him stiffer.
"I always wake up with a hard-on,” he mumbled, eyes averted, “so can you just give me a minute?"
"Jesus Christ,” Ethan protested. “You fucking fag."
"Your presence in the bed made no difference, I assure you,” Gabriel lied.
He actually flinched when Ethan climbed abruptly onto the bed, thinking for a moment that he would strike him again with the gun. But Ethan merely hovered over him, grasping the empty cuff, pulling Gabriel's arm up and cuffing it to the wrought-iron headboard. Looking satisfied, he left the room, slamming the bathroom door behind him.
Gabriel's dark eyes flickered up to the ceiling and he sighed again. His free hand slid beneath the covers. He only had a semi now; it would be gone soon enough if he just stopped thinking of those green eyes and that warmth up close and personal with him. That goddamn rosebud mouth on his neck. But he wanted so much to get rid of it himself rather than allow it to go naturally. His hand slid over the bulge in his boxers, rubbing slowly. Fuck, he thought; there was no way he could get this done before Ethan came back.
He withdrew his hand just as the bathroom door opened. Ethan glared at him and climbed onto the bed, legs astride Gabriel's hips, gun in one hand, key in the other. “I'm doing this on the understanding you don't fucking poke me in the eye when I pull the covers back,” he growled, gesturing to Gabriel's crotch as he unlocked the cuff.
Gabriel reddened in embarrassment. Just the feel of Ethan's ass on his legs was merely making him harder. Ethan got off the bed and gestured curtly for Gabriel to get up. Inwardly groaning, Gabriel pushed the covers back and moved to the edge of the bed. His humiliation at Ethan seeing him like this was making him wither just fine, but evidently not enough for Ethan.
"You're fucking unbelievable,” he muttered, shoving Gabriel roughly toward the bathroom. “A strange dude breaks into your house, hits you, chains you to him all night, holds you prisoner, and you respond by getting a boner. Jesus, I should shoot you. You'd probably cream yourself."
Gabriel whirled around to face him. “Fuck you,” he hissed. “You sick fucking shit. Why don't you just take what you want and get the fuck out of my house?"
Ethan stepped right up to him, in his personal space, gun hard in his stomach. “Listen to me, asshole!” he said in a furious voice. “I swear to God if you don't quit riling me, I won't be responsible for what I do to you.” In the brightness of the bathroom
his eyes were startlingly green, the pupils constricted to tiny black dots. He was so close his scent overwhelmed Gabriel, the smell of deodorant and aftershave and toothpaste on his breath.
Gabriel's eyes moved down to his intruder's plump, pink lips, watching how the other's tongue came out suddenly to moisten them, leaving them glistening in a way that almost made him groan. When his gaze shifted back to Ethan's eyes, he was arrested by the way the intruder was staring at him in turn.
And Gabriel realized suddenly: he finds me attractive. He's fighting it, but he can't help it. And he smiled inwardly. All he had to do to get the gun away from Ethan was seduce him. Simple.
"Can I shower now?” he broke the silence.
Ethan nodded. He stepped back, leaning against the wall, gun raised, not speaking.
"Don't tell me,” Gabriel groaned. “I have to do it in front of you."
"Correct,” Ethan said.
Well that was just fine, Gabriel thought. What better way to seduce Ethan than to strip off in front of him, then get nice and lathered up in the shower? He smirked to himself. Ethan would probably be in there with him within five minutes.
Despite his bravado, he was nervous as he pulled his T-shirt off, leaving himself in the boxers with the visible bulge. He turned quickly away and reached into the shower cubicle, turning the dial. He knew Ethan was still watching him as he dropped his boxers. He also knew he had a superb body and wasn't afraid to show it.
He climbed beneath the spray and closed the door. Then he stood with his back to Ethan, face turned up to the water, eyes closed. He tried to forget his captor was on the other side of the glass, but he couldn't, and his back burned with Ethan's eyes on it. His hard-on merely grew. He glanced back over his shoulder to see Ethan still leaning against the wall, eyes fixed on him.
"What exactly are you staring at?” he demanded crossly. “Who's the fag here, Ethan? Can't you turn your fucking back for five minutes?"
He saw Ethan redden. “I'll come and drag you out of there in a minute,” he hissed.
Gabriel smiled. “Promises, promises,” he said, and Ethan went so red Gabriel thought he would explode.
The intruder resolutely turned his face to the wall. With a sigh, Gabriel turned his own back again and moved his hand over his cock. Did he have the balls to beat one off while Ethan was standing a few feet away? He took his hand away. No, he thought, save that hard-on because you're going to seduce Ethan as soon as you step out of here. The thought made him tremble a little, but he knew he had to try. Ethan might be so mad, he could end up killing him, but at the same time, this could be Gabriel's only means of escape.
He hurriedly washed his hair, and then set about himself with shower gel. He did not turn around again but each touch he gave to his own body was carefully calculated in case Ethan was watching again, fingers lightly caressing, stroking his own muscles and curves.
"Come on,” Ethan said suddenly, impatiently. “You fucking chick. What are you doing in there, shaving your legs?"
Gabriel swore and turned around, opening the door. He saw Ethan's back was still turned. Then he saw there were no towels on the rail by the shower. “Fuck it,” he said. “Can you get me a towel?"
Ethan turned around slowly. His gaze slid unbidden down the naked, dripping body of Gabriel, lingering on his semi-erection. Gabriel was almost triumphant as Ethan moved over to the radiator by the sink and grasped a towel. He wants me, he thought. He's not even subtle about that need.
The other stalked back across to the shower, face angry, thrusting the towel into Gabriel's chest. As he made to step back, Gabriel gripped his forearm lightly. Ethan immediately brought the gun up and pointed it right in his face.
"What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded.
Gabriel had two choices, he knew. Carry on and possibly get shot in the head or stop and lose his chance to escape. His hand tightened on Ethan's arm and he stared silently into his eyes, making his desire plain.
Ethan flushed again and anger crossed his face. “You want to fuck with me, Gabriel?” he demanded. “You really want to?"
Slowly, Gabriel nodded. He stepped out of the shower onto the mat, holding the towel, making no effort to cover himself.
"You fucking fag,” Ethan growled. “On your knees."
Gabriel looked at him for a moment in astonishment before Ethan put a rough hand on his shoulder and shoved him onto the tiled floor.
"Well?” Ethan demanded. “Wasn't this your intention? I'm sure this is an unusual position for you, so what are you waiting for?"
"You don't need to hold the gun over me,” Gabriel said quietly, eyes still fixed on Ethan's.
"Wrong,” Ethan said. “Now fucking do what you wanted to do. And let me show you that it will still end with me in control."
Gabriel's eyes narrowed to a glare. He reached up to the waistband of Ethan's pajama pants and pulled them down. A sizeable erection sprang free. As Gabriel started to smile at this physical evidence of Ethan's desire for him, the gun pressed hard into his temple, warning him not to comment on it.
He took the base of Ethan's shaft in his hand and heard the other's breath catch in his throat. Then he shuffled closer on his knees and put out his tongue, licking slowly over the head. Ethan cursed under his breath and his hand came up to the back of Gabriel's head, fingers tightening in his hair.
Gabriel opened his mouth and swallowed Ethan down as far as was comfortable. His cock was smooth and circumcised and perfect. He looked up at Ethan as he started to move back and forward. The man had his eyes closed, an expression of concentration on his face. Slowly, Gabriel placed a hand on his abdomen and slid it upward, lifting his T-shirt, revealing pale, lean flesh, searching for a firm nipple, which he stroked and rubbed and pinched. He felt a shudder travel through Ethan.
His hand moved around onto his back, stroking down the length of his spine, feeling the muscles flex sensually under his touch. His fingers came down onto Ethan's firm ass, caressing each smooth buttock, one after the other. He was surprised by how soft Ethan's skin was. He had never known a man with such soft skin before. He was also surprised by how receptive the man was to his every touch. Such a sensual creature.
He continued to watch his face as he sucked Ethan off. He knew he was getting close because the hand in his hair tightened ever more until it became uncomfortable, his thighs starting to tremble a little. Gabriel moved faster, anxious to draw Ethan to a close. When the hand on his head became too much, he lifted his mouth back a little. “Please, Ethan,” he said quietly. “You're hurting me."
If he had expected this plea to be met by a threat, or Ethan merely trying to hurt him even more, he was wrong. Ethan's fingers immediately released themselves from his hair and slid to the back of his neck, stroking, easing him closer, making it known he wanted Gabriel to continue. But his touch was light. He didn't force Gabriel's mouth back around him; Gabriel put it back willingly.
Ethan also removed the gun from his temple. Still holding his shaft firmly, Gabriel sucked Ethan quickly now, while his hand jerked him off perfectly in time. He thought briefly of Jack while he did this. Jack who said Gabriel gave the best blow jobs in the world and yet hadn't seemed to want that many lately.
Ethan was starting to moan. Gabriel knew he tried to hold it back but he could not help himself. He panted and groaned and whimpered, all under his breath, and bit his lip until it bled to stifle the sounds. Gabriel didn't care. He wanted Ethan to make noise. The more noise his partner made, the more it turned Gabriel on, and there was no doubting Gabriel had the worst case of blue balls at the moment. He put his other hand down and stroked himself.
His own touch caused him to gasp around Ethan's cock. God he was desperate, he was so desperate. If Ethan could just hold on another couple of minutes, Gabriel knew he could get himself there at the same time. But Ethan was seconds away, he knew that. Gabriel continued to jerk himself off while looking up at Ethan's stunning face through his lashes. The stranger was so beautiful as
he trembled on the verge of orgasm, his pale skin flushed, the black hair hanging over the eyes, the white teeth biting into the full lip. Beautiful.
"Fuck,” he heard Ethan say, his fingers tightening a little on Gabriel's neck, but not enough to hurt. “Oh Jesus...."
He felt the man's body stiffen and begin to tremble but he did not attempt to draw back even though he didn't like to swallow. Seducing Ethan meant going all the way. Ethan gave a long, loud moan and the hand holding the gun clasped at his shoulder, nails digging in, the metal cold against his damp, feverish skin. Gabriel watched how the other's coal-black lashes fluttered against his cheeks and his lips parted in silent ecstasy a moment before his mouth was full.
He swallowed quickly and drew back slowly, his hand letting go of his own dick. Ethan remained still, eyes closed, seeming virtually catatonic. Gabriel swept his tongue gently over the tip now, cleaning every drop from the head, causing Ethan to whimper a little. Finally, he drew back, pulling Ethan's pants back up, and stood up, fastening his towel around his own waist.
Ethan, swaying a little in place, opened his eyes and looked around almost in confusion. The lids were heavy, the massive pupils shrinking as the light hit them. Yes, Gabriel thought in satisfaction. The look of a man well-sated. I did a good job.
He moved past Ethan to the sink and started to clean his teeth. He followed this up with some mouthwash. Then he wet his face and started to lather it up for a shave. He glanced in the mirror. Ethan had moved to sit down on the toilet lid, his head lowered, teeth worrying at his lower lip. Gabriel's cock ached. He wished he could get something in return. Suggesting this to Ethan would probably snap him right out of this post-orgasmic daze he seemed to be in.
He examined the bruise on his cheek where Ethan had hit him last night. Then he finished his shave and leaned over Ethan to retrieve a towel. He rolled some deodorant under his arms and patted his face lightly with aftershave.
He moved out of the bathroom without asking Ethan's permission, but he heard the intruder follow him into the bedroom. Once in there, Gabriel got out some clothes and dropped his towel, keeping his back turned as he crammed his hard-on into some clean boxers. His jeans were way too tight on his aching flesh as he did them up. “Can I get some more clothes?” he heard Ethan speak behind him for the first time.
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