Chapter Ten - Gabe

Gabe hung up the phone and rolled his head from side to side to loosen the muscles in his neck. The day had been an endless string of calls, thanks to a client's poor decisions. Gabe couldn't complain, though. Deciding to be seen in an intimate encounter with an ex, when they were two weeks out from the wedding of the year, was what kept Gabe's bank balance healthy. It made the day go by quickly too.

There was a knock at the office door, and Ev stuck his head in. "Beeeeeep. You asked me to be your alarm clock at five," he said with a smirk.

Gabe chuckled under his breath. That wasn't how he'd put it, but fair enough. "Thank you. I decided we're having an early day. Pack up your things, Everett."

Color rushed to Ev's cheeks, and his smile turned shy. Gabe was getting addicted to that expression. The one that said Ev was looking forward to some time with Daddy.

As much as Ev objected to the use of his full name in most situations, it had become part of their routine over the last week or so. When Gabe called his boy Everett, Ev knew what he was asking. He could easily turn him down by protesting it, but that hadn't happened yet. "Yes, Sir," Ev said, an additional spring in his step as he returned to his desk.

An hour later, they were entering Gabe's apartment with carryout from the Thai place on the corner. While Gabe would have been fine with anything his boy asked for, up to and including sippy-cups and dino nuggets every night, he'd been pleased to learn that Ev was a foodie and loved to try new things. So far, the only "nos" were any sushi that was too "slimy" and smoothies with seeds in them because Ev hated the way they stuck in his teeth.

Gabe set up their food at the kitchen peninsula while Ev ducked into the bedroom to change into comfy clothes. Gabe had surprised him the first evening after their trip with a small collection of PJ pants decorated with characters from the video game he was playing. Ev had stripped down to his underwear right there in the living room to change into them. It had been a struggle not to keep him half naked. The picture he made, dressed only in his dress shirt, tie, and briefs, his bare legs on display, was much too tempting. Gabe blamed his lack of restraint on the fact that they hadn't had sex since before the trip. He'd thought it better to wait and let Ev settle into their playtime first, but now, he was second-guessing that decision.

As the days went on, it became clear that Ev, for all his open eagerness, wasn't going to trust Gabe right away. Ev had spent nearly every night with Gabe for the last week but only had a toothbrush and his PJ pants at Gabe's apartment to show for it. Each morning, he'd woken up when Gabe left for the gym and had gone home to change for work. It was a boundary that Gabe was determined to respect.

Ev returned from the bedroom in his PJ pants and an unzipped hoodie. Gabe met him halfway and slipped a hand beneath the hoodie to cup his ribs, tugging him close. Ev let out a small sound of pleasure and leaned into Gabe, head coming to rest against his collarbone. "Are you gonna change too, Daddy?" he asked, twisting Gabe's tie up with his fingers and giving a tug.

Gabe smiled and dropped a kiss to his hair. "In a bit. I don't want dinner to get cold." He also enjoyed the way Ev looked at him when he removed his suit jacket and folded up his sleeves. His boy wasn't subtle about his appreciation. Besides, Gabe had a feeling the clothing disparity turned them both on.

He led Ev to the counter and helped him push in the stool after he climbed up. "I freaking love this place," Ev said, stabbing his fork into his Pad Thai noodles. "I could eat this every night."

Gabe chuckled and sat next to him, starting on his green papaya salad and chicken satay. "Ah, to have the metabolism of a teenager."

Ev wrinkled his nose at him. "Why do you worry? You work out alll the time," he said, dragging out the word.

Gabe just shook his head. "I enjoy exercise. It keeps my stress under control, and it means I can still pick up naughty boys and toss them around when I need to. It doesn't mean I don't need to watch what I eat, especially with as much takeout as we order."

Ev ducked his head, but Gabe still caught the way he bit his lip and squirmed on his stool. It wasn't because of the healthy-eating conversation. "I'm not naughty," Ev said, a question in his voice.

"No. You've been very good all week."

Ev shifted again, his bare chest giving a heave and making his nipple piercings catch the light. "Do good boys get tossed around?" he blurted, glancing at Gabe from the corner of his eye.

"Oh, all the time," Gabe teased. "And sometimes, if they're extra good, they get even more than that."

Ev grinned at his food.

Ev had settled in the middle of the sofa with a soft blanket that he'd dug up somewhere when Gabe returned from putting away their leftovers and changing out of his suit. "Watch a movie with me, Daddy?" Ev asked, smoothing his fingers over the fuzzy material.

"That depends," Gabe said in a mock-stern tone, dropping down next to him. "Is your crush in this one?" He snuck a hand under the blanket and poked Ev just below his ribs in one of the ticklish spots he'd discovered by accident the other night.

Ev yelped and arched away, already laughing. "Nooo, Daddy. I promise."

Gabe smirked in satisfaction. The last time they'd watched a movie Remy had been the star of, Gabe had spent half the movie fuming at a guy who wasn't even in the room. "All right, then. I suppose I'll watch with you."

Ev bounced on the couch and leaned in to smack a kiss to Gabe's cheek, then grabbed the remote and hit play on an action movie that thankfully had a female lead. Then he settled and carefully spread his blanket across both of their legs, patting it into place. "There," he whispered with a secretive smile. "Perfect."

So. Fucking. Cute. Gabe wrapped an arm around him and tugged him close until Ev's head was on his shoulder.

The drama on the screen was over the top, but Ev ate it up. Gabe was half watching, half scrolling on his phone, stroking his free hand up and down Ev's arm when Ev decided to get bold.

Gabe didn't know what all the shifting around was about until a warm hand brushed his thigh. Ev was moving glacially slow, as if it would somehow keep Gabe from noticing. The hand came back, settling on his skin, butterfly-light. Ev released his breath in a quiet whoosh. Gabe fought a smile as he kept scrolling. Whatever his boy had planned was bound to be more entertaining than the movie.

From the corner of his eye, he caught Ev flicking his tongue against his piercing, fiddling with the stud. Ev shifted again, his hand landing higher this time. Gabe kept his breathing steady as careful fingers snuck under the hem of his athletic shorts. A building blew up on the screen, but neither of them reacted. All of Gabe's attention was narrowed on the hand inching ever closer to his hardening cock.

It took all his restraint to maintain the charade when Ev's searching fingers brushed his balls. He was tucked in the wrong direction for Ev to get to anything else. Well, that was easy enough to fix. He faked a yawn and a stretch, then reached down to adjust himself. Ev froze, eyes locked on the TV screen, not even breathing. Gabe dropped a kiss on the top of his head and moved the hand that had been rubbing Ev's arm. It was easy enough to slip it inside his open hoodie and resume his petting, this time with skin on skin.

Ev relaxed again after a few minutes and, playing up his sneaky mission, crept closer until his fingers wrapped around Gabe's cock, holding it loosely. His breathing was shallow, his body so still that Gabe might have guessed he was asleep if it weren't for the fact that Ev was anything but a quiet sleeper. Gabe's cock hardened in Ev's hold, and the temptation proved too much for his boy. Ev gave a careful squeeze.

"What do you think you're doing, naughty boy?"

Ev jumped at his voice, like he'd forgotten Gabe was there. "Nothing, Daddy," he replied, his voice over the top with innocence.

Gabe didn't laugh, but it was a close thing. "Oh really?" He flicked one of Ev's nipple piercings, making his breath hitch and his fingers twitch.

"Really, Daddy. I'm just watching the movie."

"My mistake." Gabe went back to scrolling on his phone, but this time, he altered the slow strokes of his hand so that he concentrated on Ev's nipple piercing, rubbing over it, then tugging, fiddling with the metal like he would a pen while on a boring phone call.

Soon, Ev was squirming again, his breath coming faster, his fingers working more urgently and his back arching with each small tug, trying to encourage those glancing touches. He was so completely unsubtle.

Finally, he broke. He whimpered and turned his head to hide his face in Gabe's neck. "Daddy," he said with a breathless moan.

"Yes, tiger?" Gabe answered, keeping his voice unaffected when he was anything but.

"Please." Ev gave Gabe's cock, which was beginning to leak, another squeeze. "I—I—" He arched with a low cry when Gabe gave his piercing a firm tug, collapsing back when the pressure was released.

"Use your words, boy. Do you need something from Daddy?"

Ev nodded his head where it was hidden in the crook of Gabe's neck and shoulder. "This," he whispered as he stroked Gabe from base to tip.

Gabe hummed and traced the shell of Ev's ear with his lips, his free hand rubbing Ev's exposed belly. "You want Daddy's cock? Where do you want it?"

Ev groaned, a shiver moving through him. "Here," he said, taking Gabe's hand down under the blankets and between his legs. There was a damp spot on the front of his PJs, and his cock twitched as Gabe's touch ghosted past it.

"Dirty boy," Gabe teased, applying gentle pressure to the fabric just behind his balls. "I thought you said you were watching the movie."

"Oh fuck." Ev's breathing turned ragged, and he fisted Gabe's cock harder. If Gabe wasn't careful, Ev was going to send him over the edge before the poor thing got what he was so desperate for. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but please. It's been weeks and weeks. I need you."

"Oh? Is your little hole feeling hungry for Daddy's cock?" Gabe asked with a hum, pressing harder. "I don't know, tiger. Are you sure you've been good enough to deserve it?"

Ev nodded furiously, his hips thrusting down against Gabe's hand. "I've been so good. I haven't even jerked off or touched my hole all week, just in case."

Fuck. Well, that was a kink Gabe hadn't known he had. He slid his hand into Ev's hair and fisted it, drawing him back enough that he could see his boy's hazy expression. Gabe's restraint frayed nearly to its breaking point, but he forced himself to cling to it a little longer. "Is that right?" he asked, barely recognizing his own voice, it was so rough. "Well, who is Daddy to deny his boy when he's so very needy?"

Gabe hadn't been joking when he said working out kept him strong enough to toss boys around. He pushed the blanket aside and stood, hauling Ev over his shoulder at the same time. "Let's go, sack o' potatoes." Gabe used the opportunity to get a good handful of his boy's ass and give it a squeeze, followed by a smack.

Ev let out a groan, gripping the back of Gabe's shirt. "Are you calling me heavy?" he asked. Gabe braced himself, seeing the bratty retort a mile away. "Maybe you need to put in some more hours at the gym after all."

It wasn't far to his bedroom, where Gabe tossed Ev down in the center of the bed. Ev rolled to his front and drew his knees under him, ass up. Gabe obliged him by dragging his PJs down and landing several sharp smacks to his pale skin, watching it flush red in the shape of Gabe's palm. Gorgeous.

Ev whimpered, fisting the sheets and wiggling his ass in the air for more.

"Nuh-uh," Gabe chastised as he retrieved the lube. "No distractions. You asked for Daddy's cock, and that's what you're going to get. On your back, tiger. I want to see you."

There was a brief hesitation, then Ev flipped back over and starfished out, his chest heaving, his hard cock jutting up toward the ceiling. His cheeks were flushed and his lip caught between his teeth, but as he met Gabe's eyes, he let it pop free. "I want to see you too, Daddy." He glanced pointedly at Gabe's shirt.

Gabe didn't hesitate to pull the fabric over his head and toss it aside, enjoying the way Ev's eyes darkened. "Better?"

Ev nodded, then squirmed out of his hoodie. His boy was a beautiful study in contrasts with his pale skin and dark tattoos. Gabe would love to spend some time exploring, but they were both too worked up for that. He climbed up to kneel on the bed and stripped Ev the rest of the way out of his PJs, sending the pants the same direction as his shirt. Then he pressed Ev's legs toward his chest.

"Hold on to your knees," he instructed. "Keep yourself open for me."

Ev did as he was told, hooking his hands behind his thighs and spreading his legs wide. "What are you gonna do, Daddy?" he asked, equal parts eager and breathless.

Gabe didn't answer him, just trailed a finger down his inner thigh, watching as Ev's balls pulled up tight and goose bumps appeared in the wake of his touch. Beautiful. He skimmed over Ev's sack and down between his legs, circling his hole. The muscle clenched, and Ev let out a low whine. "Relax for me, tiger," Gabe reminded as he massaged it with a light touch until he started to relax, then he added some lube and eased his way inside, Ev's body opening eagerly to let him in. "Good boy."

Ev moaned, his eyes sliding shut as precome dripped onto his abs. His cock was flushed red from all the teasing, and Gabe didn't think he'd last much longer. He slipped in a second finger, giving Ev the bare minimum of time to adjust before he added a third. Ev trembled, his eyes squeezed shut, his brows pulled together in concentration as Gabe worked him loose. When he deemed Ev as ready as he was going to be, he shucked off his pants, lubed his cock, and positioned himself at his boy's opening.

"Open your eyes, Everett," Gabe said as he leaned over, his hands planted on the mattress. Ev's eyes popped open and locked on Gabe's face just as Gabe pressed inside and bottomed out in one smooth thrust.

Ev let out a shout, his hands flying to grab Gabe's shoulders and hang on, his nails digging in and causing pinpricks of pain that Gabe focused on to stay in control. God, he felt good. Hot and perfectly tight. And the sounds he was making, breathless little gasps and whimpers, fuck. It was nearly impossible to hold still instead of pounding into his boy like he wanted to. Ev was right. The weeks without him had been much too long.

He met Ev's eyes again, pleased to see they were still open and watching him, despite the glaze of arousal. "Is this what you needed, tiger?"

"Yes, Daddy," Ev groaned, his hole clenching around Gabe and forcing him to focus on his breathing again.

"How does it feel?"

Ev shivered, his chest heaving. "So good," he said, stroking his hands over Gabe's shoulders and down to his elbows, then up again. "Why do you feel so good?"

Gabe let out a strained chuckle. "Why do you?" He rolled his hips, pressing deeper in small, rocking movements.

Ev's lips parted, and his eyes rolled back. "Right there, Daddy, right there."

Gabe hadn't intended this to be a slow, drawn-out fuck, but plans could change. He kept up the rolling, grinding motion as Ev's skin flushed darker and his breathing turned quick and uneven with his approaching orgasm. Gabe leaned down, pressing their foreheads together and trapping Ev's cock between their bellies.

Ev threaded his fingers through Gabe's hair, holding him in place as their breath mixed, warm between them. They'd never kissed.

Gabe was thrown by the thought and his rhythm faltered, but he got it back quickly. They hadn't? He tried to remember, but no, for all that he'd obsessed over Ev's pouty lower lip, he had yet to taste it. All of a sudden, that seemed like a terrible oversight.

He leaned in, but at the last moment, Ev turned his face away and Gabe ended up trailing kisses back to his ear, where he nipped the lobe, pushing away the flash of disappointment. "Daddy's going to fuck you now, boy," he said, voice rough. "You're going to find out what happens when you tease too much." That was the only warning Ev was going to get. Gabe pulled all the way out, then thrust home with a snap of his hips.

Ev's mouth opened on a silent cry. Gabe didn't give him a chance to recover before he did it again and again, chasing his orgasm as Ev tensed and went over the edge, untouched and unable to draw breath enough to do more than shake and cling to Gabe.

His own orgasm followed close behind, pleasure crashing over him and whiting out his thoughts, pushing away any lingering doubts.

After getting them both cleaned up, Gabe stretched out on the bed. Instead of cuddling against his side, Ev crawled on top of him like his own personal weighted blanket. Gabe tugged the actual blanket up over them to ward off the chill in the room as Ev got settled with his cheek on Gabe's chest.

Gabe stroked a hand up and down his back. "How are you feeling?"

Ev made a whiny sound and tried to pull the blanket over his head. "Ev can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message at the beep. Beeeeep."

Gabe's chest shook with amusement. "That's the second time you've beeped at me today." He dug his fingers into the ticklish spot on Ev's side. "Are you an answering machine or an alarm clock?"

Ev yelped and tried to arch away, but Gabe kept him in place with an arm wrapped around Ev's waist while poking at ticklish spots with the other, until Ev was laughing uncontrollably and writhing enough that Gabe was either going to end up turned on again or kneed somewhere uncomfortable. "Well? Are you going to answer me?" he asked, tickling fingers hovering menacingly.

Ev collapsed against him, gasping for breath, giggles still slipping through. "You're so mean, Daddy," he managed to say.

"Mean for making sure my boy is okay?"

Ev scoffed. "For tickling me." He squirmed around until he could fold his arms and rest his chin on his hands, then he met Gabe's eyes. "Hi, Daddy."

"Hey, tiger," Gabe replied, brushing his hair out of his face. "You good?" He tapped Ev on the end of his nose.

Ev's eyes crossed as he watched him do it, and then he snickered. "Yes, Sir." Then he paused with a thoughtful frown. "Well…"

Gabe's chest tightened. "Well?"

Ev hummed. "Well, my butt is a little bit sore, and I think you fucked my brains into next Thursday."

The hint of worry evaporated, and Gabe narrowed his eyes. "Am I supposed to apologize?"

Ev shook his head. "I didn't need those brains anyway."

Gabe coughed on a laugh. "And your butt?"

"You can make it more sore next time if you want," Ev said, his green eyes brightening. "That way, I'll be able to feel it all day at work, and when I can't sit down, you'll know why."

Gabe wasn't sure if he should be amused or exasperated. Instead, he rolled them until Ev was pinned under him. "Watch what you wish for, little boy. Daddy might dish out more than you can handle."

Ev grinned up at him in response. "Bring it."