Deliver Us (59 page)

Gabriel is sucking a mark on his neck and fondling his balls. Hard enough to cut steel, Darrek fantasizes about what way he’ll be permitted his release.

What he least expects is what happens. Gabriel licks over the dark bruise his mouth has left on Darrek’s skin and tells him, “All right, Dare. When you’re steady enough to manage it, I need you to stand up for me for a second.”

Flexing his legs and back, Darrek grunts as he gets to his feet, keeping one hand on the chair for balance.

He pivots to find Gabriel turning on the seat, bracing his hands on the back and planting his knees wide on either side of the seat in exactly the same way Darrek had been positioned when Gabriel was stretching him out. Gabriel’s back is bowed, with his ass sticking out toward Darrek and the cameras. That’s when he sees the flared, bright red base of whatever Gabriel has lodged up his ass.

“You’ve had that in you this whole time?” he gasps.

“Mm-hmm,” he nods, rocking a little as he fists his erection and clenches his ass around the toy. “Take it out really slow, okay? Then I’m yours.”

“Fuck, I love you,” Darrek moans.

“Hey, I said I’d let you have payback, didn’t I?”

Getting a good grip around the red plastic circle, Darrek pulls gently. At first it doesn’t want to come, though, so he pulls even harder to get it moving. Gabriel’s hand goes white-knuckle tight where it is curled around the seat back. Gabriel’s other hand, still slick with his own spend, works on his cock as a large rounded shape tugs out of his pink hole. When the widest part is free, Gabriel makes a thick, low sound and arches his back more, because although the toy tapers to a narrower diameter, it immediately begins to flare out again. The more Darrek pulls, the wider it gets and he stares as the delicate, flushed tissue hugs, stretched around the hard red globes. The second ripple tugs free, and for a second Gabriel’s opening is loose until he clenches up, squeezing the toy inside him.

Darrek pulls even slower as the last ripple stretches Gabriel wide again, and Gabriel’s knees tremble under him. Releasing his dick, Gabriel grabs the chair with both hands instead. Leaning forward, he rests his forehead on his forearms. Darrek finds the widest spot on the last globe of the rippled plug and works it in and out, in and out, in and out, teasing it back and forth inside the tight ring of Gabriel’s sphincter.

He gasps in what sounds like relief when Darrek oh-so-slowly guides the tip of the plug all the way out and then rubs it up the crack of Gabriel’s ass, then down between his legs and over his balls.

“S
hit
...” Gabriel hisses.

Pulling Gabriel’s opening apart with fingers prying at the puckered, slightly swollen rim, he rubs over the spot as he nudges the gap with the tip of the huge plug.

“Oh fuck, Dare....
Fuck
...” he whines.

With steady pressure, Darrek pushes the toy’s base, watching the orifice widen again until the wrinkled skin is stretched smooth. With a hard twist of his wrist, he pops the first globe through, and then angles it sharply as he keeps pushing.

He can hear how rough Gabriel’s breathing is, sees how flushed his skin has gotten already. Alternately letting his head hang and rest on his arms, and then tensing his whole body and straining his neck with an undulating curve of his spine, Gabriel fights to endure the teasing way Darrek plays with him.

After everything Darrek just gave him, though, and how obedient he was, Gabriel has no choice but to let Darrek have his fun in return.

Darrek shifts to the side, bracing a knee on the ottoman, but otherwise getting out of the way so that the closest camera gets a clear shot of him forcing the thickness of the second ripple into the abused hole. Once through, Darrek twists and rotates the toy, tilting it up then down, grinding the half of the toy buried in Gabriel against his inner walls. Gabriel rasps out rough breaths and widens his stance.

Pushing harder still, Darrek quickly pops the last swell through Gabriel’s throbbing and now deeply red pucker, getting the base flush to his body once more. Keeping it in place with two fingers pressing hard on the bottom, Darrek slaps Gabriel’s cheeks, the left and then the right. It makes Gabriel gasp and clench. Peppering the thick muscle of Gabriel’s backside with strikes of his open palm, Darrek pushes hard in pulses at the red base.

“C’mon, Dare... want you in me, baby...” Gabriel whines.

“Soon,” Darrek assures him. “Get up on your knees. Straighten up for me.”

Gabriel’s brow creases as he gets upright. Darrek dips his head in front of Gabriel and closes his lips around the pink head of Gabriel’s cock, licking repeatedly over it. Then he kisses down the shaft until he reaches his balls, which he sucks into his mouth one at a time, rolling his tongue around them and giving as intense pressure as he dares before allowing them to slip free with a wet
plop
.

Then he straightens up too and hugs Gabriel close, guiding Gabriel’s arms up to hook behind his neck. Gabriel holds on to Darrek just like that as Darrek bites at Gabriel’s lips, sinking his teeth in and tugging while his right hand begins to extract the toy once more. Fingernails scratch along Darrek’s spine and Gabriel mewls softly as inch-by-inch, the violating object is tugged back out.

Dropping the rippled plug, Darrek nuzzles into Gabriel’s neck and kisses there, dancing his fingertips down along Gabriel’s spine. When they get to the curve of his pert little ass, Darrek kneads the muscle—gently at first and then roughly. Heat bakes off of the smooth, flawless skin. Rubbing his palm over the right cheek, Darrek draws his hand back and spanks it soundly.

Gabriel cries out and presses his lips to Darrek’s neck. He begins to grind his erection against Darrek’s hip in little drags and presses as the next strike of Darrek’s palm falls, stinging him, and then the next. A few thick drops of pre-come pulse out over his lover’s hipbone and Gabriel ruts against him harder. Threading the fingers of his left hand through the back of Gabriel’s hair, Darrek kisses over Gabriel’s temple and cheekbone and hits him yet again. His ass jiggles after each hard slap, and Darrek rubs some of the sting away before applying more blows.

Then he simply disentangles himself from Gabriel’s embrace and moves to the side. Sliding off of where he’d been kneeling on the chair, Darrek guides Gabriel with a hand gripping around the back of his neck. He gets him bent over more sharply, still kneeling on the seat cushion. Circling the base of his cock, Darrek squirts on a dribble of lube, slicking it quickly over his length. Then, without further warning, he lines up and enters Gabriel in one smooth push, not stopping until his pelvis is snug to the slapped-red curve of Gabriel’s ass, covered now with his handprints. Keeping Gabriel steady with a hand wrapping his neck and one bracing his hip, Darrek doesn’t ease up and fucks him with deep, long strokes. He moans at the fluttering squeezes of Gabriel around his shaft, at the drag of his head over the velvety soft, but tight cavity. Hearing the slick, fleshy sound of Gabriel jacking himself with brutal force and keening low in his throat, Darrek works his length to full advantage, skittering over Gabriel’s prostate again and again.

He knows when Gabriel is about to orgasm. Gabriel’s already jagged breathing chokes off completely, and his hand blurs with speed. He fucks himself back onto Darrek and cries out brokenly when Darrek slaps his ass as hard as he can over and over again until ropes of pearly white fluid erupt from him, along with his shuddering cry.

Darrek can feel how close he is too, holding Gabriel’s hips with both hands and jackhammering into him with bruising force until he’s yelling through his dry orgasm. He fucks into Gabriel as wave after wave of nerve-shattering sensation tears through his body, spiraling out from his balls. He blacks out for a second to find himself draped over Gabriel’s back when he awakens a moment later.

Somehow, Gabriel manages to find his feet and Darrek collapses down onto the soiled chair as his Master and lover goes from camera to camera, turning each one off. Gabriel then waddles, bowlegged, to the kitchen, and returns from it with tall bottles of fresh spring water for each of them.

They curl up together on the chair, and try to recover.

“This is my new favorite chair,” Darrek grins. “It’s ours, now.”

“It’s
been
ours,” Gabriel mocks.

“You know what I mean,” he retorts.

Gabriel fingers through Darrek’s hair and sips his water. “Do you regret it?” he asks, knowing Darrek will understand.

“No. Do you?”

“Sometimes. But mostly no.”

“I wouldn’t do it again, I don’t think. It was something I think I needed to try, but it’s not what I want. I get that now. All I want is you. Because
you
are all I know how to handle.”

“Mmm,” he hums. “Likewise. But we
will
need to have the chair cleaned.”

“Do we have to?” Darrek complains. “I like that it smells like sex and
you.”

“We’ll see. Oh. Hey, I um... booked a flight today. Two round trip tickets to sunny Texas. There and back the same day. We don’t even need to pack.”

“Wow, really? Gabriel... you don’t have to do that you know.”

“Yeah, but I need to say goodbye to all of that. I need to show my mom I’m alive, and that I survived without her, and I need to show Harry that he didn’t win. We leave this Saturday morning.”

Gabriel presses a kiss to each of Darrek’s eyelids, wanting to soothe away the concern there.

“You make me so happy, Dare. That’s why I can do this now. All my dreams have come true. It’s incredible. I’m finally free of the nightmare.”

“Whatever you need,” Darrek agrees. “If you need this, we’ll do it together. If it means you’ll be able to let it go—let
them
go.”

“That’s what I’m hoping. Out with the old, in with the new,” Gabriel declares.

“Mmm....”

“My ass is stinging like a bitch, by the way.”

“Aw, want me to rub some ointment on your tushie?” Darrek offers with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Gabriel grins and says, “Okay. Want me to get some ice for your nuts? I smacked ’em pretty fucking hard.”

“Yeah, but wrap the ice in a towel or something. The last thing I need is more ball torture from you right now.”

“Oh, you can take it. Don’t be a pussy.”

“I think I’ve soundly proved tonight that I am not in any way, shape or form, a
pussy
, thank you very much.”

Grinning hugely, Gabriel leans in and cups Darrek’s face in his hands. Kissing Darrek tenderly, sweetly and repeatedly on the mouth, he breaks away after long moments. Licking his kiss-swollen lips, Gabriel gets to his feet to fetch the ointment and ice.

“Okay. You can have a towel,” he relents.

“Oh, look at how much you love me,” Darrek gushes. “It’s adorable.”

Gabriel shoots him a happy, supremely contented glance and shakes his head, chuckling, as he goes.

There are plans being made by Gabriel and Darrek’s friends to confront Harry behind their backs. The only clear sign of this that Gabriel and Darrek ever receive is Kyle and Ben’s extreme quietness in the days leading up to their one-day trip to Texas and back. Ben’s quietness is less noticeable than Kyle’s, though, since all he has to do is avoid Gabriel’s phone calls and maybe send a short text in reply, using a heavy workload as an excuse.

Kyle, however, is forced to be with Darrek all day, every day during that week at work. And as the one of their foursome with the most guilt-stricken conscience over what they are planning to do, it’s hardest for him to act like everything is normal. It’s not that he doesn’t want to do it, or doesn’t think Harry deserves it, it simply is doubtful to Kyle that it’s their responsibility to dole out this man’s punishment, especially if they do it without Gabriel’s knowledge or consent. Ben and Trace will not be dissuaded, though. After so many years with having to live with the graphic, nightmarish knowledge of what that man did to Gabriel, and not being able to do a damn thing about it, this is their one glorious chance to set things right.

Meanwhile, Darrek is distracted by the looming emotional turmoil that the trip will undoubtedly cause Gabriel, so at first he doesn’t notice the oddness of Kyle’s behavior. But, after a while, when no snarky comments have been made, no corny jokes told or any off-color references to Kyle and Ben’s sex life alluded to, Darrek starts to catch on.

Friday, the day before the trip, he pulls Kyle out of earshot of the other guys they work with before they both leave for home after a long day slaving away in the hot, blistering sun. There is a bench in the shade, and they sit on it.

Kyle’s lowered gaze drifts up and over Darrek’s legs to his thighs where his hands are resting, his fingers woven loosely together. He can’t help thinking about that night—that
one night
he was permitted to be with Darrek; the taste of his dick sliding on his tongue, trapped between his lips, the tight, silken feel of his ass when Gabriel let Kyle finger Darrek as he sucked him off. Kyle savors the memory, locked away like a priceless jewel in the vault of his mind, of what he was given permission to experience with a man he will always love in some sense or other. Darrek will always be in his heart.

Kyle’s hand creeps over to Darrek’s and overlays it. The fingertips tuck under the side of Darrek’s hand and Darrek gently closes up his grip, holding on to Kyle. The softness and warmth of Kyle’s hand is a contrast to the cold tension and warring emotions in his face.

“What’s up?” Darrek asks.

“So you guys are really going down there tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

Kyle bites his lip and drags a thumb over the back of Darrek’s hand. He wants to get down on his knees for Darrek again, and give whatever Darrek wants to take from him. He wants to submit to him and use sex and pleasure to distract them both from their worries. It’s not going to happen. Kyle gets that. But it doesn’t mean he can’t still want it.

“What are you gonna do when you see those people? How are you going to keep from just wringing their necks?”