13. Ellis

CHAPTER 13

ELLIS

Okay. Everything's okay. Everything… looks p erfect, at least.

A quick glance at my phone shows I still have a few minutes, but I want to be ready in case he gets here early. Which he probably won't because he'll want to make sure I'm properly blindfolded.

But that ends tonight. The secrets end tonight.

Tonight, I'm going to give him all of me. I'm going to give him something no one else has and show him I can handle him. I'll make him want to tell me the truth. Then I'll let him know that I've known it's him for a while now. And if he wants to keep what we have on the down low, if he's not ready to come out, that's fine. Obviously, I can keep a secret.

It's maybe a little underhanded to lure him into a sex trap so he can't escape me, but is it any worse than him lying about who he is for the past several months? I understand why he's keeping his identity hidden, and I know that most of what he's told me has been real. He's never been with a guy before, and he doesn't think the people around him will understand and accept him. And because he's Gabe, and he loves my brother more than anyone else on earth, he's probably worried abou t what would happen if Elliot found out.

But we can tackle that together whenever he's ready. It's enough for me to know he wants me, too.

My phone chimes, letting me know it's almost time. I check my messages and turn some music on, looking around me one more time to make sure everything is perfect, running through what Gabe will see in my mind's eye to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. He'll find the gym door propped open, and he knows to shut it so it'll lock, then he'll find me in the sauna. The room is small, with wide bench seats on either side. The steam room is bigger, but it's wet even when it's not in use. It's pitch black in here with the lights off, making it a perfect place for an anonymous meeting.

What's he's probably not expecting is a dozen battery-operated candles and a soft surface to fuck me on instead of the hard ground, a bench, or a table. I pulled some of the exercise mats from the gym in here after cleaning them with disinfectant wipes and covered them with a soft blanket. A box of condoms and a bottle of lube sit in plain sight on one of the bench seats. If that doesn't drive the point home, I'm dressed in his favorite snug, white briefs and a crop top. I'm wearing a sleep mask instead of the headband we used before, mostly so I could put some product in my hair and have it look nice for once. And once he peels me out of the few clothes I'm wearing, he'll find me smoothly waxed and prepped for him. It was an excruciating experience that I had to get Antoni's advice for, including a phone call when I was sure I was going to rip the skin of my balls off, but with his advice and stupidly expensive high-end products, I'm smooth and polished to perfection.

Less than a minute after I secure the sleep mask over my eyes and kneel facing the back wall of the sauna, I hear the echo of the gym door closing. Footsteps stop just ou tside the door, and there's a whooshing sound as the heavy door is pushed open.

"Ellis?" Gabe whispers. "Are you ready for me?" The door creaks open and he takes a small, surprised breath. "What is this—" His words are cut off, and I wish I could see his face as he takes it all in. My cock is already hard, filling the front of my briefs for him. "Fucking hell, Ellis. You look… Fuck ."

As soon as I hear the door click behind him, I get to my hands and knees and crawl toward the door. When my hands find his shoes, I get to my knees in front of him and use my sense of touch to help unlace and remove his sneakers. I run my hands up his hairy, muscular legs, feeling his calves. When my hands get as far as the backs of his thighs, I feel the soft fabric of his athletic shorts. I push beneath them until I find the hem of his boxer briefs. I pull his shorts and boxers down all at once, helping him step out of his clothes. Then I trail kisses up his thighs, rubbing my cheek along his hardening erection and breathing in his scent as I slowly stand, peeling his shirt up as I go. He helps me pull the shirt over his head, and my hands touch him everywhere, mapping him out and wishing desperately that I could look at him.

He hasn't said a word the entire time I stripped the clothes off his body, but I can feel his heart beating frantically through his chest. I place my palm over it and smile when his hand covers mine, pressing it more firmly against his chest.

His other hand cups my cheek, and I feel his breath fan my lips as he murmurs. "You're so fucking pretty, baby," before he presses his mouth to mine in a kiss so deep, I swear he's pulling the oxygen from my body.

I melt into him, my arms linking behind his neck when he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his back. He holds me against him, destroying my few remaining brain cells with the way his kisses alternate between soft and sweet and devouring. I'm dizzy with it by the time he steps forward and low ers himself to his knees before laying me on my back. His body covers mine, dwarfing me in his size. His thick cock rubs against my underwear as he rolls his hips against me, and I moan at the delicious pressure of his body giving me friction where I need it most.

Gabe's mouth leaves mine and trails kisses down my jaw. I press my head back to stretch my neck out, shivering with each open-mouthed kiss across my skin. He pulls back, and I can only assume he's looking at me. His fingers trail from the inside of my thigh, over the bulge in my briefs, up my stomach, and under my crop top. He palms each pec, lifting the material of my shirt so he can lick and suck each nipple. My back arches the harder he sucks, and when he presses his palm to my aching cock, I whimper.

He trails kisses down my body, and I lose the warmth of his body over mine as he scoots himself down until he's level with my straining erection. Gabe groans, and I feel his hot breath through the fabric of my underwear before the pressure of his mouth is on me. He licks and sucks the front of my underwear, right where the wet spot of my excitement is bleeding through. He nuzzles, kisses, and sucks on my dick through the cotton until they're drenched with pre-cum and saliva. His fingertips tease the bottom hem of the fabric before pushing under, squeezing the meat of my cheeks beneath the fabric. My hips buck impatiently, and he sighs, peppering kisses and hickeys along the edge of my underwear.

Finally, he peels the briefs away from my body. There isn't even a second before he groans and shoves his face into my groin. I part my legs wider for him, and he nuzzles into the crook of my thigh. The scratch of his stubble against my bare skin feels raw, and I feel more exposed than ever. He runs his nose through every crease, rubs his cheek against the bare skin of my balls, and teases me with his lips and tongue until I'm whimpering for him to touch me.

"I am touching you," he murmurs against my skin .

He is touching me. Everywhere except where I need him to. My cock is aching, but every time I reach for it, he presses my hands to the side. I'm not sure if it's mercy or sadism that has him licking drops of pre-cum off me like a melted ice cream, without ever giving me the pressure I need. But my cock keeps supplying him with the means to tease me. Saliva drips down my balls and forms a rivulet that flows over my taint and into my crack, creating a wet spot on the blanket beneath me. Gabe's tongue traces the path, moaning with the first pass of his tongue over my hole.

"Ga-ohh God," I choke out, catching myself before it's too late.

He's too engrossed in his feast, pushing my thighs back and spreading my cheeks open. It's quiet for a few moments, nothing but our heavy breaths filling the small room.

"So fucking pretty," he says, running his thumbs up my crack to hold me open. His hot, wet tongue laps at me, circling around the puckered skin and teasing my hole. Gabe moans like he's being sucked off while eating his favorite food. My cock leaks all over my stomach at how much he's into this, submitting to the way he ravenously eats me. When his tongue breaches me, I cry out, sparks of pleasure heating my veins to near boiling. We already know he can get me off this way. I want more.

"Please. I need more."

Gabe grunts against my ass before licking a stripe from my crack to the tip of my cock. He engulfs my cock in the heat of his mouth, sucking me while his fingers dance up and down the crack of my ass. My hips rock against him, begging him for more. He pops off my cock and kisses up my body until he reaches my ear.

"Did you bring me here for something specific, pretty boy?"

His cock is lying next to mine, the weight of it intimidating against the inside of my thigh. But I want it. I want him. I want to fuse our bodies together, so he can't deny this thing between us .

"Inside me, please," I say, my voice small and pleading. "I need you inside me."

I feel his cock jerk, and I know how much he likes that idea. But his voice betrays another emotion. I don't point it out when he forgets to disguise it. It soothes something inside me to hear him in his own voice.

"I've never done this before," he says against my neck. "I don't want to do something wrong or?—"

"You won't—" I try to interrupt, but we finish each other's sentences.

"—hurt you."

"—hurt me."

"You're so small, and I'm wound so fucking tight. I could split you apart." As terrified as he sounds, his cock drips pre-cum onto my skin, betraying the arousal that his carnal thoughts cause him.

"I'm not afraid," I say, lifting my head to kiss him. "Use your fingers, at least. Just please don't stop."

I feel a tremble move through him before his body shifts and he settles back between my legs. His knees are touching my thighs, keeping them in place. The sound of the lube cap opening has my heart rate amping up. As much as I'm expecting his touch, I flinch when his fingers touch my ass, and he stops, barely touching my hole.

"I'm okay," I say, grinning.

"I don't know what I'm doing?—"

"Please don't stop."

"You'll tell me if something doesn't feel good? "

I nod emphatically. I need to feel him inside me, or I'll die. Dramatic? Maybe. True? It could be. I'm turning to goo on the inside with how fucking sweet he's being, and the need coursing through me is unlike anything I've ever felt. This is right.

Gabe's fingers rub circles around my hole before the tip of one finger presses inside. It breaches me without too much difficulty, and Gabe tsks. I blush at how obvious it is that I prepped beforehand, but I wanted everything to be perfect.

"Did you get yourself ready for me, baby?" I nod, and then gasp when he pushes his finger in all the way. There's no burn, only the feeling of fullness. His one finger feels almost the size of two of mine. "That's my job," he growls. "I want to be the one to stretch you open, got it?" The way he's pumping his finger inside me is distracting me from his question until he pulls almost completely out and starts pressing a second finger in with the first. I hiss at the burn, and he waits, letting my body accommodate. "Got it?" he repeats, and I nod.

"Got it."

"Good boy," he says, and his fingers begin to rub the inside of the rim of muscle, until eventually he's able to push into the hilt.

His fingers move around inside me, massaging and stroking. It feels strange. Not in a bad way, just strange. I feel pressure, like I need to use the bathroom, but I know I'm cleaned out. But then his fingers brush over what must be my prostate, because my insides light up like a Christmas tree. My cock, which had softened a little as we tested the stretch of my ass, pops back up to full mast, and my body lurches.

"Oh, fuck."

"Yeah? Right there? Let's try that again." His fingers rub back and forth over that same spot, and my eyes roll back in my head. "Fuck, that's sexy." I have no idea wh at he's seeing that's so sexy, but my skin has erupted in gooseflesh and I'm close to coming.

Gabe lets off my prostate and works another finger into me, stretching me beyond what I thought my capacity would be.

"Fucking hell, Ellis. I want to stretch you until I can fit my whole hand?—"

His fingers nudge my prostate again, and my entire body spasms as my cock erupts. "Gabe!" Cum splashes everywhere, from my chest to my thighs, and I'm sure all over Gabe, too. But he doesn't say a word or move to lick it from my skin like he has before.

He doesn't move a muscle, completely frozen.

I said his name.

Shit.

When he pulls back from me, I move to sit up, reaching for him. "Gabe, it's okay."

"No." His voice is that stupid, low rasp, but I can't tell if it's him snapping the disguise back in place after it's already too late, or if he's choked on—what? Emotion? Anger? Betrayal?

My hands fly to my face to remove the blindfold, desperate to gauge his facial expressions, to know what he's thinking. His hands pull mine down to prevent me from removing the blindfold.

"Gabe—"

"No!" His sudden shout makes me jump. He's really fucking angry. But that's bullshit. If anyone has the right to be angry, it should be me. Except I'm not angry. I just want to talk to him.

I scramble to my knees, blindly reaching for his face until I can cup his jaw. I press myself into him, running my lips over his jaw. "Gabe," I whisper against his li ps, one hand reaching to pull the blindfold off.

Everything's a whirlwind as Gabe jerks me around, turning my body away from him and pressing me onto my stomach. He lays himself over me, holding my hands out to the side. He's trembling. His cock is still hard and pressing into my crack, and for the first time, I'm a little afraid.

I wasn't afraid the first time I walked into a pitch-black bathroom to meet a stranger, but right now I'm terrified of Gabe's anger. Not that he could hurt me physically, because I don't think he would. And even if he did, my body would heal. But the way his body is trembling, the way small drops of hot moisture that could be sweat, or maybe tears, fall on the back of my shoulder, and the way he holds me still like he's afraid I'll do something stupid. All those things make me afraid. Because I might have done irreparable damage.

"Ga—"

His mouth drops to my ear, and his voice is a low, menacing growl that seizes up my insides.

"No."

This time, when his weight leaves my body, I stay down. I silently count to ten to calm myself, willing my voice not to shake as I pull myself up and turn to confront him. Instead of saying his name, I start with, "I'm sorry?—"

But before I can pull the blindfold off, he's gone.