29. Ellis

CHAPTER 29

ELLIS

If there's a bright side to the four-game suspension, which culminates in three losses and a win the team scrapes together on a wing and a prayer, it's that Gabe has more time to focus on his final exams. He not only makes the grades needed to pass and keep his scholarship, but he exceeds expectations. One of his professors even writes Coach an email to let him know how proud she is of the work Gabe put in, and the improvements he made through perseverance alone. I'm proud of him, but I don't want to sound patronizing.

Gabe laughs. "Through perseverance and blow jobs, all things are possible."

"Is that so?"

"That mouth can teach me anything, any time…" I think he's going to kiss me, so I extend my neck in anticipation of his lips on mine. Instead, he buries his face in my neck and blows a raspberry in the crook of my neck before moving down my body. I squeal like a piglet while he presses me into his bed and raspberries my sides .

The thud of a door slamming shut makes us stop, and Gabe drops to my side. My heart aches for him. He spent the entire first day of their fight holed up in his room, but once I got over the idea of giving him space, I got him up and moving. I'm not letting him fall into a depression over me.

We watch the ceiling fan in silence for a while. "Has he spoken to you?"

"Not since Saturday."

"But you're playing tomorrow, so he has to talk to you, right?"

His head lolls to the side and gives me a sad, lopsided smile. "We'll see."

"He'll come around. He loves you."

"He loves you more," he says.

"I don't know about that," I say, rolling onto my stomach. "We shared a womb. He has to love me, but you're the brother he chose."

He's barely spoken to me either, apart from the one time he cornered me in my studio the other day. Despite never visiting me there before, he just showed up randomly. He didn't speak for the longest time, and I worried he wouldn't at all. He just walked around, touching and looking at my supplies. His eyes locked on my canvas, and I wonder if the overt tone of self-acceptance and sex displayed in my current work in progress had anything to do with the way his shoulders dropped. When he finally looked at me, he seemed hurt. But all he asked was if I was okay, if this was what I wanted.

"It's what I've always wanted," I told him honestly. He nodded and left.

It's been days since then, and he's done nothing more than nod to acknowledge my existence. Once or twice, I thought he might say something, but then his eyes would f all to my neck, and he'd walk away again.

"I betrayed him," Gabe says, pulling me out of my thoughts. I haven't mentioned Elliot's visit, but only because I'm hoping that he'll come around with time. He loves Gabe more than anyone else.

"You didn't betray him any more than I did."

"You forget that I also betrayed you."

"Did you though? I was perfectly happy to be kept in the dark, letting my fantasies blind me to what was right in front of my face. Neither of us ever would have been comfortable enough to take the first step without the blindfold over our eyes." I listen for any signs that Elliot is here, but I don't hear anyone. "Hold that thought," I say, patting Gabe on the chest and jumping up. Dressed only in one of Gabe's massive t-shirts and a pair of briefs, I tiptoe across the hall to my room.

I come back holding a tiny bundle of black fabric, locking the door behind me. Keeping the fabric secured in my hand, I pull the shirt over my head as I walk toward the bed. Gabe sits up, immediately interested in whatever it is that I'm going to do without my clothes.

"I don't know if he's in his room," I say, pushing my briefs down my legs. "So you're going to have to be quiet."

Stepping out of my briefs, I grab them off the floor and toss them at his face before crawling up Gabe's body. He grabs them and sniffs them lecherously, the freak. His cock is standing at attention for me, tenting the athletic shorts he threw on after a particularly acrobatic game of naked twister we played earlier while Elliot was in class. I pull his shorts down his legs and straddle his waist, loving the way his arms automatically pull me against him. He kisses me deeply, his tongue lapping at me like the last drop of water in the desert. When I pull my lips from his, he kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. From behind his head, I produce the headband I used as a blindfold when we first started hooking up and slip it over his eyes.

He hums in appreciation, thrusting his cock between my ass cheeks from below. I reach for the lube next to us, pouring it into my hand before reaching behind me to lube his cock and line him up. I'm still prepped from earlier. Hell, this past week, while we've been studying and had more time to ourselves, I've basically stayed prepped. Both of us are intent on getting his cock inside me as much as humanly possible. It's our running joke that we're doing it for science, because if it were possible for a cisgendered man to get another cisgendered man pregnant, Gabe would be the one to defy nature. He's going to breed my ass as often as it takes to prove whether it is possible. For science .

I slide down easily with some controlled breaths, giving myself just a few moments to accommodate. No matter how many times I take him, even when it's multiple times a day, it's still a lot to handle. But my body is used to him by now and knows what it likes from him. For a while I just rock against him, luxuriating in the stretch, in the overwhelming feeling of being so completely full. In this position, he's so deep it's like he's penetrating my stomach, crowding my internal organs.

Pressing my feet into the mattress on either side of his wide thighs, I lift myself up before sinking back down.

"Oh, fuck yes, baby. You feel so good." He thrusts up into me each time I lower myself again, until my thighs are sore and shaking.

Gabe's arms hook under my legs, his strong arms taking control. He slides me up and down his shaft, blindly using me for his pleasure. My nails dig into the flesh of his muscular shoulders, and I beg for more, more, more.

Without warning, I'm lifted up and flipped o nto my back. My knees are pressed to my shoulders, and he's inside me again in one punishing thrust. I cry out, and his hand finds my mouth, muffling my moans as I near my release. Practically folded in half, he has the perfect access to that explosive place inside me, pinning it to my spine with each snap of his hips.

I love how gentle Gabe is with me, how he always thinks of my comfort and pleasure first. But I also love when he uses me, takes out his stress on my body. Now that we know what we're doing, and I'm more accommodated to his size, I love to be taken hard and fast and brutal just as much as I love it when he makes love to me. The blindfold is giving him permission to think less and feel more, and it's fucking glorious.

When one of his hands drops from holding my leg to wrap around my throat, I tip over the edge. I come on a silent scream, my cock spurting wildly. I never even touched it.

Usually I'm the loud one, but I'm so wrecked I can't breathe through my orgasm. Gabe is the one moaning loudly.

"Fuck, baby, I'm going to com—" I cut him off with a mouthful of cotton, stuffing my briefs into his mouth. He's surprised enough that I'm able to flip us back over. I ride him hard, like some kind of jockey, while Gabe throws his head back, roaring out his release through the gag.

We collapse into a pile of trembling limbs, sweat, and heavy breathing. I'm splayed across his chest, half asleep, when he mumbles something.

Laughing, I reach up to pull my now soaked underwear out of his mouth. "You know, you could have just used your hands."

"Mmm. I could. But my hands are busy." And they are. Busy wrapped around me, caressing up and down my spine. He smiles when my lips lightly brush his, one hand moving into my hair to steady my head so he can kiss me tho roughly. I'm breathless when he slackens his grip. I reach up to push the blindfold off, but he stops my hand, holding it in his. "Wait. One more thing."

" Oookay ," I say curiously. The blindfold has been a talisman of sorts, a symbol that gave us permission to be brave. It just allowed him to unleash without fear of breaking me. What else could he need it for?

He rolls over on his side, pulling me back against his chest. I feel his heart beating through my back. A soft kiss lands just behind my ear.

"You know I love you, right?"

If I wasn't a goner before, I am now. I melt into him, pulling his arms around me tighter.

"I've been waiting for you to catch up."

His fingers swipe through the mess leaking from my hole. "Are you sore?"

Honestly, yes. But I kind of love it. "Right now, I'm perfect."

"Can I just… be inside you?"

My jaw hurts from smiling. I push my ass back in invitation, and he lines up. He's only half hard, but he's able to push inside me. He doesn't thrust or move, he just holds me against him, makes himself part of me.