“What the fuck did you do to him?” Elliot asked, glancing at Gabriel, who chuckled and shrugged.
“Let him sleep. He’ll need all the energy he can muster for tonight.” Gabriel said elusively, sporting a mischievous grin on his face.
“You’re making me hard.” Elliot teased.
“Good. Let’s take a shower.” Gabriel suggested, winking at his friend before rushing for the palm trees. Elliot giggled, chasing after him.
They left Jonathan at the canopy, snoring.
The boys entered the room, tossing everything on the floor on their way to the shower. They opened the glass door and jumped right in. Elliot pushed Gabriel aside, hogging the shower head. They chuckled.
“Hold your hand out?” Elliot instructed before pressing a large quantity of shower gel on Gabriel’s hand. “So…why did you ditch Nathan?” He drilled as they scrubbed their bodies energetically. Gabriel’s hands slowed down slightly.
“I don’t know…” He shrugged.
“He seemed to like you.” Elliot commented, his eyes scouring for Gabriel’s reaction.
“I thought you didn’t like him.” Gabriel teased.
“I don’t know him. You do.” Elliot replied, making Gabriel stumble. He could see his friend’s wheels turning.
“We have stuff in common, for sure.” Gabriel said as Elliot turned around, plunging his head under the water. Suddenly, he felt Gabriel’s soft dick rub against his crack. Then his friend’s hands came around him, grabbing his semi-hard cock. “But… I don’t think I’m attracted to him.” He stated, his lips wandering around Elliot’s smooth back.
“Ouch.” Elliot mocked, turning around, his now hard cock slapping Gabriel’s leg. “So…what’s your type?” He questioned, pulling Gabriel’s body into him and leading him closer to the wall.
“Smooth, about my height, blue eyes…dark hair…bad attitude…” He razzed, smiling.
“You’re such a slut, dude.” Elliot jested, chuckling. “Turn around. Let me see that ass.” He commanded, pushing Gabriel against the wall, his arms spread sideways. He started teasing his friend’s hole with his dick, the tip honing against Gabriel’s velvety sphincter, which puckered excitedly.
“You’re just gonna tease it?” Gabriel provoked.
Elliot giggled, his smile stretching. Whenever Gabriel’s voice called for him, he felt a wave of cold air in his stomach as a sudden rush of euphoria and beautiful memories punctured his heart. He aimed his dick and pushed inside, the shower gel easing the process. Gabriel immediately moaned, one of his arms coming down and grabbing Elliot’s ass, drawing him deeper inside.
“Elli…” Gabriel moaned.
“Dude, don’t call me that. You’ll make me shoot.” Elliot pleaded, his forehead pushing against Gabriel’s back.
His hips started moving back and forth, his cock hardening even more with each stroke. His arms came around Gabriel and held his chest with uncharacteristic gentleness, no roughness, haste, or negligence. Suddenly Elliot’s arm stretched out and closed the water tab. “Come with me.” Elliot commanded, holding Gabriel’s hand and escorting him into his former bed. “Here.” He informed. Gabriel’s face beamed.
Elliot stepped forward and sat on the mattress with his legs stretched outwards. Gabriel followed and sat on him, holding Elliot’s dick upwards and pushing it inside himself. They both puffed in unison, their breaths perfectly syncopated.
“Elli?” Gabriel called, his hips dancing very slowly, his hole clenching around Elliot’s staff.
“Hmm?” Elliot groaned.
“Don’t fuck me.” Gabriel requested, his voice sluggish and melodic. Elliot’s eyes veered up, locking on Gabriel’s. “Make love to me.” The boy prayed.
Elliot’s blue eyes glistened, their color expanding, encompassing all the shades of blue, before settling on a cerulean hue. From within them, a brightness erupted. Elliot nodded, surrendering entirely to Gabriel’s request. As he gazed at his friend, his cock moving slowly inside his ass, Elliot finally understood.
His love for Gabriel had been held captive by his lust for Jonathan. But the nature of his feelings for both men was finally being revealed as two separate entities entirely. Jonathan was lust, passion, desire, rage, and violence. But not Gabriel.
Gabriel was profound, vital, perpetual, heart-bounding, and soul-merging. Gabriel was his soulmate.
Their eyes locked as every moment in their lives, every instance they spent together, flashed before them. It was overwhelming, overpowering. In that hotel room, their bodies entangled as their breaths coated each other, and the two friends finally pledged their undying love.
“Elli, I love you.” Gabriel whimpered, his words ushered by his friend’s deep thrusts.
“I love you, Gabe. So much.” Elliot whispered into Gabriel’s chest. His lips planted his pledge on his friend’s skin, heart, and soul. “I wish I could stay inside you…forever.” He muttered, upping his thrusts.
“Remember that time…fuck.” Gabriel commented, interrupted by Elliot’s cock pinching his prostate. “…at…” He tried to resume.
“Amy’s birthday party…” Elliot continued, stopping as he tried to contain his orgasm. He released a long puff before continuing. “Yeah, I do…” Elliot persisted. “I was fucking her pussy…when I turned around…you were looking at me.” He uttered, his breath getting heavier.
“You know what I was thinking back then?” Gabriel asked, his hole queefing as it stretched to accommodate Elliot’s engorging cock.
“What?” Elliot groaned, his voice now consumed by lust.
“I was thinking…” Gabriel tried to say. “How would it feel to be with you like this…” Gabriel wept, his voice faltering. “…like we are…right now.” He finally finished, his voice tumbling into a bottomless emotional pit.
“Gabe…fuck…” Elliot emitted before his hips came to a stop. And suddenly, only his dick moved as it shot thick strings of batter inside Gabriel’s ass.
“Holy fuck, that’s it. Fill me up, baby.” Gabriel whispered, his face tucked inside Elliot’s curls. “That feels so good, fuck.” He moaned as he clenched his inner muscles, draining his best friend’s cock to the last drop.
As the rush subsided, their faces finally met again. Their eyes were smiling, and their countenances beamed beyond reason.
Suddenly, they broke into laughter. Not a giggle or a chuckle. Pure, unfiltered happiness and joy. Their bodies tumbled sideways, still laced, and their eyes latched like leaches.
“Dude, that was fucking insane…right?” Elliot questioned, his eyes glazed with marvel. Gabriel just stared at him, smiling. Elliot leaned forward and kissed his mouth, his tongue pushing inside eagerly. Their kiss lingered, and soon the lovers lost track of time. They lay there, naked, their bodies fused and their lips locked.
Finally, the room’s door flared open, and Jonathan walked in, looking positively revigorated. He closed the door and stood there, gazing at the boys with a smirk. Gabriel pulled away from Elliot’s mouth, a string of spit still latched to his lower lip.
“Dad!” He hollered, pulling Elliot and exposing the boy’s ass to Jonathan, whose fingers went for his cock, adjusting his position. His eyes struggled to look away. Gabriel could feel Elliot’s cock hardening over his stomach. He looked at his father and smiled. “A snack before dinner?” He razzed, slapping Elliot’s ass.