Carter (Gil) Gillespie, Miles Sutherland, Agent Tony Alessi
Before midnight Saturday 22nd January, Miles Sutherland’s home
Warning: explicit sex
This is unreal, Gil thought as he was escorted to Miles’ front door and seen inside by his very own Man in Black. His agent’s name was Tony Alessi and he was a rather ordinary guy which took the romance out of it somewhat, but Gil was left in no uncertain terms that Tony was fully capable of protecting him. He was armed; Gil had noticed the unobtrusive and serviceable handgun tucked in a holster under his open jacket. That brought the unwelcome thought that this was a very serious situation they were all involved in. He went inside somewhat subdued. He almost hoped that Miles was in his room packing, and he wouldn’t have to face him, but then told himself sharply not to be such a wuss. He had felt Miles respond to that kiss, not to mention his own reaction.
Miles started at the sound of voices outside. After stopping for a few minutes to talk with Aiden before he’d left Lyle’s house, the magic he’d felt at the touch of Gil’s lips on his had died somewhat. His heart was still racing fit to bust though. Fear? Nerves? He wasn’t quite sure which. The thought of being sent to a tropical island had filled him with dread. Too many memories. All he’d managed to do so far was drag down a suitcase. It still stood empty in the hallway. What to take?
Rather than have to decide, he’d spent most of the time waiting for Gil’s arrival in getting Roofie settled, but then he’d been drawn to the small holiday snapshot taken when he and Darren first met. They were only thirteen at the time: same height, same build, the same happy grin on their faces decked out with snorkel gear and spear guns. For the next few years, the two families made sure their visits to the resort in Fiji coincided; the parents getting on just as well as their sons did. His sister, Siobahn, had felt left out at first, but she’d soon made her own friends, leaving the two of them to do everything together: discovering they had the same dream of being doctors and working in far off exotic places. They’d also discovered another thing that set them apart from the other teenagers at the resort: they were both gay.
Miles kissed the photo gently and returned the frame to its place in the centre of the mantelpiece. Heck, there were stacks of other photos of Darren around, but for some reason this one always meant more to him. Christ, how much luggage would they be allowed to take to this God forsaken place? These photos had been his link to Darren. He couldn’t leave them behind.
Gil stepped into the hall, said a quiet goodnight to Agent Alessi and closed the door. He didn’t hear the agent move off until he had locked the door securely behind him. Letting out a breath he had not been aware he was holding, Gil realised someone was in the living area. He spotted Miles over by the fireplace, back to him, intent on something. The look in Miles’ eyes as he turned to face Gil was positively guilty, and he knocked over a photo on the mantelpiece, fumbling it back to rights with trembling hands. “Miles? You okay?”
Miles wiped his hands on his jeans and took a step towards Gil. What was he supposed to do now? “Yes.” He didn’t feel fine. You’d think he’d just been out jogging for half an hour, not standing here, waiting. Waiting for what?
“You don’t look okay.” Gil closed the distance between them. When he had stepped through the door, he truly hadn’t had any idea what to do or say to the doctor. That kiss had been…amazing, and now he had no clue what Miles was thinking. If anything, the man looked scared.
Miles took another step towards Gil until he stood within inches of the younger man. He drew in a deep breath to calm himself. Once again, the clean smell of his aftershave or whatever Gil used as a shampoo infiltrated his defences. His hand shook noticeably as he reached out to touch Gil’s arm. Had the kiss been just to get him to fall in with the other’s plans or was there more here? Ever since they’d met, they’d been jockeying like two adversaries in the arena, sizing each other up: sometimes colleagues, sometimes friends, sometimes even enemies, but always the interaction had been strong.
It hit Gil with a suddenness that the dynamic between the doctor and himself was set to change, probably already had. He allowed himself a smile, tried to put warmth and reassurance into it, and failed to be certain that he had succeeded. If they were both set on this course, they would no longer be employer and subordinate. Gil almost heard a clatter as one of the barriers between them fell away.
Miles swallowed and slid his hand up Gil’s arm to his shoulder, resting it there for a second, waiting for a reaction. None came, so he slid it higher, tracing the side of Gil’s jawline with the back of his thumb, stroking the short stubble. God, it felt good to touch someone like that again. Gil was so gorgeous, but young, damn it, at least ten years younger than he was. Why would he be interested in him? Gil’s eyes opened and the young man gazed at Miles with a smile. Miles finally found he could speak. “That kiss back in the hallway was…. incredible. Was it just to make sure I joined the team?” His thumb flicked the corner of Gil’s lips.
“I won’t lie to you, I did the first thing that came to me.” Gil turned his cheek toward the caress, trapping Miles’ fingers gently against his shoulder in reassurance. “I just couldn’t…” there was a catch in his voice and he swallowed and cleared his throat, looked away for a second. “I couldn’t just let you go.” Gil turned his gaze back to Miles again. “I admit I wanted to do something, anything, to make you stay…. The thought of you not coming with us…” Gil shuddered, “but you have to know, Miles, surely you know, how I feel?”
Miles stopped stroking and turned his hand, cupping Gil’s jaw so he could see his eyes better. The brown seemed to have grown darker, more intense, reflecting the depth of his sincerity. His heart skipped a beat. “That’s the problem. I don’t know how you feel. From the looks of things, you and Lyle had a thing going. I…” but Gil was shaking his head.
“I like the man, a lot. He’s…. going through some personal shit right now, quite apart from this business with Vale. I think I need to tell you about that later because I want to be there for him, but we never made each other any promises…” but Gil knew it would hurt Lyle anyway, if he found out.
Miles swallowed; his brain wasn’t functioning too well. All he wanted to do was see if those lips felt as good as he remembered. He closed the distance between them and brought his mouth down on Gil’s. God, he was out of practice. Teeth clashed and he pulled back in a start with a nervous chuckle.
Gil couldn’t help himself, he began to laugh. The tension broke. Grabbing Miles by his shirt front Gil pulled him closer and pressed their lips together. His tongue demanded entry, he wanted to experience the taste of Miles’ mouth again, and more, much more. He could but hope he didn’t scare the man away. He had no desire to push too hard. Well, not in that sense anyway.
Miles groaned, he felt like a starving man at a three course all-you-can-eat banquet. It had been too long since he’d been kissed like that. A tiny part of his brain tried to tell him to go slow, think of Darren, but his body revolted. He wrapped his arms around Gil and pressed into him, a low guttural sound escaping as he returned the kiss with interest. He peeled his lips away and turned his attention to kissing along the jawline where his thumb had been stroking, working his way down around one side before coming back the other and returning to the man’s soft lips. The sensations seemed to travel through every part of his body, setting his nerves on fire. He ground his hard cock against Gil’s body, feeling more like a rutting stag than a human. He broke off the kiss and stood back, panting. Christ, the poor guy probably hadn’t bargained on that. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“Sorry?” Gil’s eyebrows rose. He already missed the warmth of Miles’ body pressed against his. “What in hell have you got to be sorry for? That was…” he shook his head as his vocabulary failed him. He was panting hard. That’s not the only thing that’s hard either, he thought. He couldn’t ignore the response he had felt in Miles’ body; the man had been rock solid against him.
“It’s just that I suppose I’ve wanted to do that for so long, but I was your boss and I wasn’t sure you’d welcome my… advances.” Miles sniggered at the term, he sounded like something out of an old-fashioned bodice ripper. He clenched his fists, trying to get his reactions under control. Gil didn’t seem too fazed by his rough and ready caveman technique. God, perhaps once he’d got this out of his system, he could start acting like the civilized man he was. He shook his head and laughed. Nah, he hadn’t been civilized for ages and wasn’t likely to be anytime soon. He moved closer again. “You’re not running away, I see.” He reached for Gil’s shirt and carefully undid the top button. Pausing, waiting for Gil’s response as his fingers slid to the next one.
“Did you honestly expect me to?” Gil kept his eyes on Miles’. “You should laugh more often, you know. You’re more handsome when you laugh like that.”
Miles blinked in surprise. “Me, handsome? You had your eyes checked lately?” He undid the second button and sped up as his fingers fumbled with the third and fourth. Once they were all open, he peeled the shirt back off Gil’s shoulders and using his eyes, just devoured the broad expanse of chest in front of him.
“My eyes are working perfectly. You honestly don’t see it, do you?” Gil stared at him, the smile had slipped a little.
Miles groaned. The light sprinkling of hair and the pleasure trail heading south made his cock even fuller. Even though he’d lost weight, his bloody jeans were still too tight. The sleeves of the shirt were still wrapped around Gil’s arms. Miles twisted them around, trapping Gil’s hands behind his back and leaned in to lick his nipple. He glanced up and saw that the smile had disappeared. In its place, Gil’s pupils had grown larger, blacker. He stopped licking for a moment. “You like that?” For answer, Gil arched toward him and growled an affirmative, his eyes glittering with lust.
Sometimes having a few pounds weight advantage came in handy. Miles twisted the shirt even tighter and placed his arm into the small of Gil’s back, stretching him backwards as he latched onto the other nipple, rolling it around in his mouth, biting sharply. Gil moaned and gasped as he did so.
Miles brought his free hand down and cupped Gil’s package, squeezing and stroking it as he sucked on the nipple. Gil bucked under his touch, but his hands weren’t struggling to break free although Miles could feel the tension there. Somehow, he managed to undo the button of Gil’s dress trousers with one hand and pull down the zip. Gil’s cock was struggling to escape his boxers so Miles set it free. A drop of pre-cum sparkled at the tip. The sight of it drew another groan from Miles. He sank to knees that were almost unable to bear his weight anymore and drew the glistening head into his mouth.
This was one hell of a ride. Gil’s brain had disengaged when Miles had squeezed his cock. He had known about the doctor’s dominant personality, had thought more than once that he was probably bossy in bed, but this? Then the wet heat of Miles’ mouth closed around him and coherent thought fled completely.
Miles swallowed Gil’s cock and didn’t care that he seemed to be moaning louder than Gil was. It seemed years, was years since he’d been able to let himself go like this. To suck, heck feast on cock, and not any cock, but Gil’s cock. Some part of him must have been lusting after the man even though the sane part had been denying the attraction. Now it was here in his mouth he couldn’t get enough of it. He tightened his lips around the nice sized girth and drew back, relishing the feel of the hard length as it passed through his lips until just the tip rested inside his mouth, his tongue lazily exploring under the foreskin, tracing the head. He glanced up, searching Gil’s face for some sort of sign that he was enjoying this as much as Miles was. Gil’s eyes were shut though, his head tipped backwards, mouth open slightly, gasping.
God, he looked like a fucking angel. Miles stroked the smooth skin of his hip a couple of times then tightened his grip, preventing Gil from thrusting forward as he swallowed his cock all the way down. For a second Miles just stayed there, his nose buried in the hairs at the base, inhaling the musky smell he loved so much, then he pulled back to the tip and sucked him in again, gradually picking up the pace as his body started to remember his old tricks. How to suck cock like a pro.
Some part of Gil’s brain was telling him he shouldn’t submit so completely to this, that he should object to being restrained and should challenge for dominance, or at least equality. But another part of him, the compassionate empathic side, knew Miles probably needed it this way. It was the way he was, and with a slight shock, Gil realised he was probably only now seeing the real person. Miles was being totally honest with him for the first time since they had met. If Gil couldn’t accept that, then they had no business being together. It didn’t change the fact that he desperately wanted to run his hands through Miles’ hair and thrust his hips into that amazing heat.
Miles moaned as he swallowed. The tip of Gil’s cock was lodged deep. How long had he denied himself this? This feeling of being so close to another man. He sucked hard and was rewarded by spurts of cum flooding down his throat. Gil’s hips jerked under his touch. Vaguely he became aware that Gil was struggling to get free.
Miles let go of the shirt, releasing Gil’s trapped hands and dropped back on his heels. Gil’s cock making a soft plop as it fell out of his mouth. Miles licked his lips and swallowed, but was too afraid to look at the younger man’s face. When he’d arrived in Haven Falls, Miles had looked like the wild Man from Borneo, now he had acted like it. Shit.
Gil couldn’t move. He was struggling to bring his breathing under control for one thing, for another he was trying to engage the higher functions of his brain. He felt as though his legs might collapse if he didn’t sit down. Then again, he felt like he might collapse if he moved at all, so he stayed standing. He flexed his shoulders and was sure he heard something pop back into place. When he could finally manage coherent thought, he wondered at Miles’ lack of response and looked down.
“Sorry,” Miles muttered, addressing the floor.
There it was again. What was the matter with the man? He seemed almost…submissive in his posture, his body language as apologetic as his words. Gil sank to his knees beside Miles and cupped his chin, lifting his face so that their eyes met. Leaning in, Gil kissed him again, a soft kiss, undemanding. “Miles,” he said gently, “what’s wrong?”
Miles blinked back a tear at the gentleness of Gil’s touch. In some ways the contrast making his own rough love-making even more reprehensible. He tried to turn his head away, but Gil’s fingers tightened. Miles swallowed; the taste of Gil’s cum lingered at the back of his mouth. “I feel… “ the words seemed to dry up in his throat. “I forced you…” Miles swallowed again, and closed his eyes, unable to look any longer into the warmth of Gil’s brown ones. “I’m sorry. I’m not normally as rough as that. I shouldn’t… I just couldn’t help myself.”
Gil chuckled. “Did you see me struggling? Did I tell you to stop? I’ve seen more honesty tonight than you’ve ever shown me, Miles. You needed that as much as I did. If I hadn’t enjoyed it, do you really think I’d have let you do it? Do you think I’m such a pushover?” Without warning, Gil wrapped his arms round Miles and threw his weight forward.
Caught by surprise, Miles felt himself toppling backwards. Soon he was sprawled on the floor with Gil’s body pinning him down. He stared at Gil for a few seconds, guilt churning his gut, relaxing only when he noticed the glint of amusement dancing in the younger man’s eyes.
“Just so you know you don’t call the shots entirely…old man. Look, Miles, stop apologising. If I hadn’t wanted you to do what you did, I hope you believe me now, I wouldn’t have allowed you to.”
Miles growled and rubbed his still hard groin up against Gil. “So, I didn’t need to render you immobile to give you a BJ?” He wriggled a bit more. Gil’s weight and heat making him even harder than he’d been before. The sight and touch of his bare chest almost as intoxicating as a carton of beer. Heck, he’d nearly come himself just from sucking the man off. “Sure you wouldn’t like me to tie you up properly next time?” He gave Gil’s butt a quick slap.
“What’s the matter? Do you think I’m going to bolt or something?” Gil grinned. “Maybe I should be the one to punish you, after that little display?” He shoved a knee between Miles’ legs and thrust his hips forward, grinding his rapidly hardening erection into Miles’ hip. Damn, so soon? When was the last time he had been so aroused?
The groan came from deep inside Miles, and he shuddered, Gil’s words making his cock twitch at the thought. Rope. Bondage. Maybe one day.
“You know, you are wearing entirely too many clothes,” Gil observed.
“What are you going to do about that?” Miles grinned. “I’m sort of trapped here and can’t do much, oh Lord and Master.”
“Yeah, like I believe that? Lord and Master? You’re not very submissive…” Gil’s expression changed, losing the fun and turning entirely more serious. He rolled off Miles and stood up, extending one hand to him, hanging onto the waistband of his open trousers with the other. “Come on, let’s take this upstairs….”
“So, do I get to fuck you now?” Miles asked, half joking and half serious. Gil’s butt had attracted him from the start. He found it hard to believe the opportunity to possess it had presented itself.
“You want to? I must admit I had you pinned as a top, a bossy bottom at the very least.”
“Takes one to know one,” Miles muttered with a grin, meekly following Gil out of the living room, their hands still joined. He dug in his heels at the doorway of his room. Gil turned towards him with an enquiring look in his eyes. “Damn, I don’t have any condoms,” Miles sheepishly admitted.
“Good job one of us was a boy scout then?” Gil replied gently and tugged him down the corridor into his own room where he knelt on the bed, deliberately displaying his ass, and rummaged in the night stand drawer. He tossed a foil packet and a small tube over and rolled onto his back in invitation. “You are still wearing too many clothes,” he observed.
Miles ignored the comment and reached for one of Gil’s shod feet, deftly undoing the laces. His groin was rock hard, but he was determined to take this slower, even if it killed him. He tossed the first shoe over his shoulder and peeled off Gil’s sock, watching Gil’s face as he stroked the bare foot underneath a few times. Gil snatched his foot away. Ticklish, huh? He’d have to remember that. Miles repeated the action with the other shoe and then worked his hands up the sides of Gil’s legs, enjoying the feel of firm hard muscle underneath his hands. A pang of guilt hit him briefly as he remembered how thin and frail Darren had got before he died. He shook his head, willing those thoughts away. Reaching the open waistband he peeled the trousers and boxers down in one smooth motion and threw them on the floor. Now Gil lay totally naked on the bed.
The perfection of his body made the breath catch in Miles’ throat. So young, so healthy. Already Gil’s cock was stirring again, thickening as he stared at it. In some ways he just wanted to devour it again, but he forced himself to stand straight. He didn’t take his eyes off Gil as he slowly removed his own clothes. His excess weight and pale skin was such a stark contrast, it almost felt sacrilegious to put them side by side, but he needed to feel skin on skin, to be really close.
Gil watched Miles get undressed, watched as he revealed himself, bit by bit, almost reluctant in some way. Gil had seen the fleeting look of pain cross his face, gone as swiftly as it had appeared, but noted never-the-less. He felt it was to be expected and understood. He didn’t expect the man to forget Darren, just hoped he didn’t see him when he looked at Gil. He knew the two of them didn’t look alike, which was a plus, but Gil had to admit he had no idea how Miles’ mind was working at the moment.
Miles slid upwards so he was above Gil, knees between his outstretched legs, resting on elbows planted on the bed, his body held just inches away. The compassion in the young man’s eyes churned in his gut. He didn’t want pity. Didn’t want Gil feeling he was doing this as a favor, a pity fuck. He wanted him to enjoy it. He closed his eyes and kissed Gil as tenderly as he had been kissed just moments before. The young man gave of himself all the time, caring for the people he collected in his ambulance, always wanting to do the best job he could for them. Even though his desire to follow rules riled Miles like crazy sometimes, he could still appreciate why he did it. He pressed his lips against Gil’s again, revelling in their softness then started to work his way down.
Gil employed his hands on Miles’ skin, running his fingers across his ribs and over his shoulders, mapping bones and muscle beneath his fingertips. He ran them up through Miles’ hair, back down to pinch and roll each nipple. He had to admit it was good to be on a bed, at least his legs couldn’t collapse beneath him this time. Miles’ lips on his skin felt amazingly good, the man’s warmth and weight against him almost intoxicating.
“Not squashing you am I?” Miles drew back and took all his weight on his knees, running his hands over Gil’s smooth skin until they reached his hips. He lifted one leg and pressed soft kisses on the inside as he propped it over one shoulder, repeating the action with the other side. A soft chuckle met his suggestion which turned into a moan. Now Gil’s butt was lifted slightly off the bed, his cock once again filled, the head poking through the foreskin. Miles brought his own cock up next to it and stroked the two together, noting there wasn’t much difference between them in size and length. Thanks to the barbaric protocols of the doctors when he’d been born though, his cock had been cut. Thankfully, nowadays, the staff in the maternity hospitals were more enlightened. He glanced up and caught Gil watching him, his bottom lip caught under his teeth. “Is this pace better?”
Gil nodded, moaning softly. This pace was incredible. “Miles, I just hope you’re not planning to go this slow all night…”
“I just may.” Miles winked at him and leaned down to capture one of Gil’s balls in his mouth, rolling it around a few times before releasing it, then he ran the tip of his tongue down the taint heading for Gil’s hole. Realising what he was about to do, Gil’s fingers flexed in his hair and he groaned, his back arching, hips lifting.
The musky smell, made Miles even harder. In some ways he wanted to just let go and pound the living daylights out of Gil, but he’d probably already half scared him off with the rough blow job. If he wanted a repeat performance, he had to make this so good that Gil would want to come back for more. The little devil inside him wondered if he was just trying to drive all thoughts of other lovers Gil might have had out of his brain. Nah, he wasn’t the jealous type, was he? Miles drove his tongue into Gil’s hole as his brain finally admitted he definitely was, big time. Green as Kermit and probably just as frog-like sometimes. A toad. Gil may have kissed him, but he certainly hadn’t turned into a poncy prince.
He curled his tongue and just played around with the inside of Gil’s pucker before bringing it out and running it back up the taint. Gil was squirming under him as he repeated the process, getting the area nicely wet and delving a little deeper inside each time. Miles reached for the lube, thankful that his nails were nice and short as he slicked up a finger and slid it gently into Gil, pressing gently around the rim before sending it in deeper.
Gil writhed beneath him, he couldn’t help himself, his moans getting louder. Hands fisting into the bed covers, Gil’s knuckles had gone white. Nobody had ever done that to him. Simon had considered it distasteful, although Gil was finding out Simon had talked a lot of bollocks about some things. His previous partner had been lacking in other areas, if Gil’s recent encounters were anything to go by. He was quickly learning that Si had been a little…. conservative between the sheets. Conservative between the ears as well. Boring would be another way to put it, pedantic and boring. Somehow, he wondered how he had stuck it for six years.
A small sigh of satisfaction escaped as Miles finally worked his way to the almond shaped prostate. One of the advantages of being a doctor? He knew his way around a body. He traced its outline, then drew back as Gil’s moans grew even louder. If he didn’t hurry up, the man was going to come again. It was almost worth it though, just watching him. Gil was always the one who seemed totally in command of himself. For once Miles was going to make him lose control. He reached for the tube again and added more lubrication. He didn’t want Gil to have a moment of pain. This was all about pleasure. The area was relaxing more and more as Miles worked his way around, always watching Gil, listening to his reactions, learning to read his body.
Gil might be relaxing, but the throbbing in his own cock was almost making Miles dizzy. He reached for the condom and froze. They hadn’t even discussed the question of whether he was negative or positive. Shit. Had he even told Gil his husband had died from AIDS? He paused with the condom gripped tightly in one hand. “Gil, I told you about Darren, didn’t I? I’ve had tests, I know I’m HIV negative and have no other STDs. We were always so careful. But I shouldn’t just presume…” Miles stared bleakly at Gil, the fingers of his other hand still gently stroking around Gil’s hole. He couldn’t drag himself away. Couldn’t stop touching him.
Gil growled at him. “Don’t you dare stop now!”
Miles shook his head. “I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that don’t you?”
Not intentionally, Gil thought to himself. “I think I know you well enough, Miles, to know you wouldn’t lie to me. I hope you know, if you did, specially about something as serious as this, I’d probably kill you. But I really don’t believe you would. And yes, you did tell me about Darren.”
Kill me? Wouldn’t that be ironic? Miles slid the condom onto his cock. He wasn’t sure whether his hand was shaking from the anticipation or just sheer nerves.This was the first time he’d ever made love to anyone but Darren. Should he tell Gil? The poor guy would probably blow a gasket if he apologised once more. Miles licked his lips as he spread lube over his cock. Some guys refused to be kissed after someone had rimmed them. Until he was sure of Gil’s reaction, he wouldn’t risk it. Instead he laid a trail of kisses along the inside of Gil’s legs before going back to driving him crazy.
When he felt Gil relax again, Miles carefully lined up and pressed in gently, just resting the rim of the tip inside. Gil reached for his cock and started to pump it, but Miles squeezed some more lube onto his fingers, knocked Gil’s hand away and slowly slicked up and down the firm length.
Gil watched him. Fuck, he had never expected Miles to be so…. so what? Adventurous? What had he expected anyway? Honestly, Gil didn’t know. He was dominant, but not uncontrollably so. Gil didn’t feel in the least bit threatened. Challenged maybe, but not forced or coerced. It seemed to Gil that this was love making, not simply fucking the living daylights out of each other. Despite his rough dominance, Gil trusted that Miles had no intention of hurting him. That was just the way he was, the way he needed to be and Gil forgave him for it.
Gradually Miles felt the vice-like grip around his cock release as he slowly eased his way inside. Fuck it, the guy was tight. Had he even bottomed before? He paused as Gil adjusted to him and then pulled back, adding more lube before pushing back in again. “Is that okay?” he murmured.
Gil groaned and reached for his cock again, but Miles laughed throatily before knocking it away. “Mine.” For tonight at least. His hand sped up to match his cock speed, thrusting quicker, still not all the way in. Dimly, he marvelled at how well he was stifling the urge to just let go, even though he wanted to, desperately. Perhaps some of Gil’s restraint was rubbing off on him? He reached over and tweaked Gil’s nipple, and was rewarded by another groan as Gil arched and then relaxed back against the bed, eyes dark with lust. At last! Miles thrust all the way in and stopped. Just being inside someone again and being encased in their tight, hard heat was nearly enough to make him come. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Not yet! He groaned and threw his head back, trying to think of anything that would stop him. Twelve times tables, the muscles of the body, bones of the fingers, his anatomy lessons. All he could see though was Gil open for him, accepting him.
It was no good. Grabbing hold of Gil’s legs, he stood, pulling Gil up with him, so the young man was supported only on his shoulder blades. Miles rammed his cock into him like a jack hammer. Fast and furious. Wailing as he did so. Pouring all his months, his years of frustration and want into the act. Tears streamed down his face; the wail turning into a screaming howl as he came.
The sudden change of speed caught Gil by surprise. It looked like any restraint Miles might have possessed had just snapped. Gil met each aggressive thrust with one of his own, matching his lover’s urgency with wild abandon. The noises Miles was making were positively obscene and Gil felt the unmistakable sensations of his own orgasm beginning to uncoil in his guts. He felt his balls tighten under the rough handling and then Miles angled to hit his prostate and he lost control completely. His head pressed into the pillow, back arched, muscles straining as his cock swelled, cum bursting over Miles’ hand. Wave after wave of pleasure blotted his senses to anything other than the man above him, Miles’ cries echoing in his ears.
Miles lowered Gil carefully back onto the bed. His knees were threatening to give out as his body kept spasming from the experience. Miles tore off the condom, threw it on the floor beside him and gathered Gil up in his arms, stroking his back. The young man was panting hard, chest heaving. Shit, he’d probably hurt the poor guy. So much for being gentle! So much for taking it slow. Miles grimaced to himself as he rubbed his palm tenderly over Gil’s arm.
“Sorry,” he said again. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t though. He’d never forget this night, no matter how long he lived. “Been watching too many porn videos.” A ragged laugh escaped Gil’s lips as he lay there, a boneless heap in Miles’ arms. He opened one eye and regarded the doctor for a moment. “Well, it’s been a long time between drinks you might say,” Miles added defensively. “What else was I going to do?” Shit, now he sounded desperate and depraved. Not good. Miles propped himself up on one elbow so he could look at Gil. Now he had recovered, the man looked at peace, relaxed. He was smiling anyway.
“Perhaps if we fuck more often, I’ll learn how to calm down and take it slower.” Miles chuckled and then retreated to the end of the bed, ducking to avoid the pillow Gil pulled out from under his head and threw at him. Now what? Neither of them could leave because they were already home. He glanced around Gil’s bedroom. This was the first time he’d ever really spent any time in here and in the morning he’d be gone. They both would be. “I suppose it would have made more sense to spend the evening packing instead of…” fucking your brains out, making love… which was it? “This was probably a huge mistake.” Miles caught himself before he said sorry again.
Gil frowned, even though he felt absurdly happy, and sat up, grabbing some tissues to clean himself up. “Damn sure I hope you don’t mean that,” he said, reaching to grab Miles’ arm and drag him back to the warmth of the bed. “Come on, we both need to rest. We can grab a shower and a few hours packing before we need to go…” he paused, feeling the resistance. “Miles? What’s wrong?” he asked as the man almost pulled away.
Wrong? Everything was wrong. After a lifetime of devotion to one man, he’d fucked a guy he barely knew. Someone much younger than himself. Untouched by all the shit Miles had endured over the last few years. In the short time he’d known him though, Gil was the only person who had managed to get under his defenses. The first one who had even wanted to. But did Gil just see him as another “case”, another person to care for? And what had he said about Lyle? Something about wanting to be there for him, but no promises. Promises. Promises were dangerous. Promises meant giving something of yourself. Laying yourself wide open, vulnerable. Could he go through that again? Maybe he should go back to his own bed. Let this just be about sex. One more notch on Gil’s belt. Thankful for what he’d been given. He should get up, leave, put some distance back into their relationship. Miles tried to pull away, but the feel of the healthy, young body beside him: the warmth, the caring was like rain falling on parched earth. He took a deep breath, trying to absorb it all.
Gil sighed and pulled Miles into a hug. He wrapped his arms round him and held on, rubbing the flat of one hand across the small of his back, trying to soothe. He lay back down, pulling Miles with him, enfolding him in a warm embrace. Gil would NOT let the doctor back out now.
Miles pulled away slightly, easing back so he could see Gil’s face. The young man looked tired, but didn’t seem to have any regrets. Hopefully he wasn’t too sore. “You sure you want me here? I apologise in advance if my snoring keeps you awake.”
Gil eyed the man who had just fucked him into the mattress and grinned. “Of course I want you here. If your snoring gets too loud I’ll poke you in the backside.” One eyebrow rose eloquently, but he didn’t add what he would be poking Miles with. “If you say sorry once more, though, I swear I am going to punish you….”