Gabriel glanced down and chuckled.
“Ups.” He uttered before cleaning it with a paper tissue and walking out the door.
They said goodbye to their friends and walked home. As they finally closed the door to their apartment, a peaceful silence took hold, and Gabriel strolled over to the couch, dropping his whole body weight on it, arms and legs spread outwards. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Then, after a few moments, he felt Nathan’s hands touch his shoes.
“Let’s get these off.” Nathan said in a nurturing way.
Gabriel looked down at him, his eyes locked on his lover.
“I’m sorry.” Gabriel mumbled, his eyes blinking very slowly.
“I know you are.” Nathan replied. He pulled Gabriel’s pants off, leaned forward, and yanked his shirt, his arms falling by the side. Under his pants, Nathan could see Gabriel’s engorged cock throbbing. “Unbelievable…” He commented, chuckling almost to himself.
Nathan sat at the coffee table in front of Gabriel, looking at him. His eyes glistened as he remembered the boy Gabriel once was. Kind, compassionate, wise. But now, a dark shadow consumed the light that once stemmed from the man before him.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore, Gabriel.” Nathan confessed.
“Are you still sore from last night?” Gabriel razzed, chortling.
“I’m serious.” Nathan reasoned.
“Hey…come here.” Gabriel teased before lifting his ass from the couch and yanking his briefs off, exposing his cock, which he held in his hand, stroking it gently. “I’m fucking leaking, Nate. Look at it.” He razzed, smiling as he thrust his pelvis, flexing his muscles and exposing his fit, fuzzy body.
“Jesus Christ…” Nathan muttered, trying to control his laughter. Even in this state, Gabriel could win him over.
“Take those clothes off, and let me fuck you.” Gabriel uttered, his eyes changing, becoming overruled by desire. Nathan stood up and slowly started peeling off his clothes. “Good boy.” Gabriel mumbled, scanning Nathan as he undressed, his hand still stroking his cock. “You’re so fucking cute when you do that.” He said, his voice switching again, becoming softer.
“What…” Nathan said, embarrassed, his arms crossing over his tattoo-covered chest.
“You always look at me like it’s your first time.” Gabriel explained while Nathan stared at him submissively. “Come sit on my dick.” He ordered, his voice shifting again.
Nathans’s eyes glimmered with rapture as he witnessed Gabriel’s prowess, moving sensually between light and shadow in a tantalizing dance of magnetism and alluring dominance. He took two steps forward and saddled Gabriel’s legs, aiming his hole towards his lover’s cock, who took his hand to it, rubbed the built precum over it, and slid it inside Nathans’s crevice unceremoniously.
“Fuck…” Nathan moaned.
“You like that, baby?” Gabriel provoked. Nathan nodded, his body tensing as his arms encircled his lover’s neck. Gabriel pulled his head back and kissed Nathan, his lips sucking on his mouth. “You like my dick inside your tight hole?” He groaned into Nathan’s mouth.
“I do.” Nathan moaned. “Feels so fucking good.” He muttered, his breathing accelerating as Gabriel’s strokes deepened and became faster. “Gabriel…I wish…” He tried to express. But Gabriel’s sovereignty was cunning.
“Shhhh…don’t ruin it.” Gabriel growled, sticking his tongue inside Nathan’s mouth and grabbing his ass cheeks with both hands before shoving his cock into his lover’s ass mercilessly. Soon, the slapping sounds of Gabriel’s sweaty hips punching against Nathan’s ass blasted through the living room.
“Gabriel…go…easy…” Nathan begged from under Gabriel’s neck crevice.
“You’re always so tight, fuck!” Gabriel roared, his lust consuming him. But as he proceeded, Nathan’s moans began to shift, turning into whines of discomfort.
“Gabriel…slow down…” Nathan begged. But his words just seemed to fuel Gabriel’s roughness even more.
“Shhh…stop being a pussy.” He mocked, thrusting even deeper.
“Gabriel, stop!” Nathan screamed, pulling away, his hole queefing as he fell to the side over the couch.
Suddenly, Gabriel rose, his stiff dick fluttering before him.
“Useless cunt! You can’t even take a dick properly, geez!” He yelled as he paced around the room, kicking the furniture violently.
Nathan’s body curled up on the sofa, his hole still spewing air.
“Gabriel, calm down.” Nathan reasoned, his voice sounding anxious and fearful.
“Fuck this shit! Where are my keys?” Gabriel questioned as he scanned the room, disoriented.
“On the table beside the door…” Nathan said, his voice bottled with sadness and disappointment. “Gabriel…your clothes.” He said.
“I’m just going upstairs to fuck the guy on 5B. I don’t need clothes for that.” Gabriel cruelly divulged. Not a single shred of remorse in his voice.
“Gabri…” Nathan called, but it was too late.
“Go to bed, Nathan.” Gabriel suggested as he loudly shut the door in his lover’s face.
Later that evening, Nathan lay in bed, his mind wandering off to sleep, when he suddenly heard the front door. Slow yet heavy steps wobbled over to the bed. He felt it tremble as Gabriel lay on it. Nathan slowly rolled over, turning to Gabriel, whose back faced him. He was mumbling incoherently, seemingly in a dream state. Nathan’s heart ached, and he skated over, holding Gabriel in a loving embrace, his hand landing over his boyfriend’s heart.
“Elli…” Gabriel whispered, his voice trembling as his conscience slipped down into sleep.
Nathan’s hand froze, eventually pulling back as his body rolled into its original position. That night, he cried himself to sleep. Nathan knew he would never have Gabriel’s heart, that his love belonged to someone else. And that only one person alive could drag Gabriel out of the emotional pit he had descended into.
The following day, Gabriel woke up, his eyes glued together as he tried to avoid the bright light shooting through the window directly at his face. He raised his body, his arms holding him up. Gabriel could hear Nathan pacing around in the kitchen. He opened his nightstand drawer to take out a pair of briefs. His eyes flared in surprise. The drawer was empty. He stood up and rushed for the living room. As soon as he stepped inside, he noticed two large bags near the door.
“You’re up.” Nathan remarked, turning around as he held a pan with scrambled eggs. “Hungry?” He questioned, serving two plates and sitting casually at the small breakfast table.
“What the fuck is this?” Gabriel questioned, his voice still hoarse.
“Sit down, Gabriel. We need to talk.” Nathan calmly said.
Gabriel reluctantly walked over, his eyes skimming the bags. He sat down and started gobbling the eggs, his breathing hectic like a hungry child. Then, he slowed down, eventually reclining on his chair, staring at his partner intensely.
“Are you kicking me out?” Gabriel asked.
“No. I’m letting you go, Gabriel.” Nathan replied, his voice sad. “You don’t want to be here.” He voiced. “I…love you. I do.” Nathan continued, unbothered by Gabriel’s piercing gaze. “But I can’t compete with a ghost.” He uttered.