asoncalledgabriel | If you only knew the bad things I like

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If you only knew the bad things I like

It was the strangest thing to arrange a double date, but it also felt... blessedly normal somehow. Or like a lie. Gabriel wasn't sure anymore, but he didn't know how to be any other way. So when Neil asked if he'd join him and a girl - Patricia - for a night he'd found someone. A nice enough girl, Sarah, pretty in the way Fiona had been pretty, and met Neil and his girl for a movie and then dinner.

It felt easy enough - the movie had been good and the four of them had plenty to discuss afterward over a meal at a diner. Gabe teased Neil, asking if the place seemed familiar. It looked like the sort of place out of Happy Days or some other American sitcom set in the 1950s.

Afterward, they made sure their girls got home alright, and it was just the two of them again.

Gabriel spun out of the doorway of Sarah's building and leaned his back into the brick wall, grinning over at Neil. "Are you gonna call it a night now?"

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Neil's free hand finds Gabriel's, and he guides it to his ribs, settling it there. The touch is neutral, safe. The kiss is quickly anything but. Thoughts of Patricia melt entirely out of his head, and all Neil can think of is the angle of their bodies, the weight and warmth of their closeness.

He swipes his tongue against Gabriel's lower lip.

Gabriel tries to think of Sarah, he does, or Fiona or the last girl to actually get him hard. But he can't. All he can think of is Neil, and his lips, and how warm his ribs feel under his hand. He's never quite realized that Neil is a little taller than him, but kissing him like this, standing up, makes him notice. His fingers curl, clutching Neil's shirt.

Neil sighs a little bit, closes his eyes and just relishes this, their mouths slowly moving against each other, and the occasional, soft coax toward a deeper kiss. He finds himself comparing the few chaste kisses he's given Patricia to this, but then all he can think of is this: Gabriel so close and slightly pliant.

Neil cups his cheeks and lets himself make a soft noise of pleasure against Gabriel's mouth.

He's suddenly, desperately aware of his arousal when Neil makes that sound against his mouth. Gabriel holds tightly to him, like he's trying to pull Neil closer.

"Neil." It comes out as a whisper when they stop long enough to catch their breaths.

Neil tries to chase the kiss, but he pauses when Gabriel speaks. He's very aware of Gabriel, of the little unspoken things, and he worries. He constantly worries.

The shape of Gabriel, through the layers of their clothes, makes Neil worry less.

"Do you want to stay over?" he asks, a husky whisper, licking his lips nervously.

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Gabriel nods, because for a moment he doesn't have words. "Yes," he manages, after what feels like far too long. His hands are still holding Neil's shirt, down near the hem.

That thrill works through Neil again. He does nothing to dislodge Gabriel's fingers from his shirt, just starts to move. They can stumble together from the kitchen to the bedroom, and almost as soon as they've left the bright glow of the kitchen, Neil is kissing Gabriel again.

Gabriel moves like he's on a cloud and he holds on tight as they move back through the apartment. He knows the way to Neil's bedroom, he doesn't need to look. When he bumps into the bed he tries to control a fall back, not wanting to let go of Neil, not wanting them to be far apart for even a moment.

When he feels Neil's knee hit the bed, Gabriel reaches, grips his thigh to pull him closer, and leans up to kiss him again.

It's a bit of a fumble into the bed. Neil doesn't mind. He keeps mind of his knees and thighs, not wanting to slow down or mess this up with a misplaced leg. Gabriel's fingers are hot through his jeans, and he shivers a little. When they're seated, tangled up together, Gabriel's thicker muscles make him the bigger of the two of them. Neil likes that.

They settle. Neil rolls his hips against Gabriel's slightly as they kiss.

He's only felt like this once, fumbling in the dark with that girl, so thrilled by the prospect of being aroused by the right kind of person. That's long forgotten as Neil pushes up against him, grinding against him. Gabriel feels dizzy with want and he keeps his grip on Neil's thigh, the other hand sliding up to hold the back of his neck as they kiss. His own hips strain, urgently pressing up against Neil.

Neil's suddenly very glad that they've done this a couple times, but every other time it's been a slow, sleepy thing in the middle of the night. This is all urgent, all aware. They're both wide awake and tangled against each other.

Neil buries a hand into Gabriel's hair. The other one sinks down to Gabriel's stomach, almost to his fly but not quite sure if he can. Even if he really wants to.

Gabriel's breath catches and he lifts his hips toward Neil's hand as it slides down his stomach. He can't quite bring himself to say anything, to encourage more than that, but he wants Neil to know, somehow, that it's okay. He kisses him again, because that suddenly feels safer, and he likes the way Neil is holding his hair.

It's just a bit of encouragement, just enough. Neil touches Gabriel's fly, letting out a slow sigh of breath. He kisses Gabriel and slowly opens his jeans. Suddenly, even with all the kisses, even with the handful of times they've exchanged touch, he's nervous.

Gabriel's own nerves flutter intensely to life and for a moment he has no idea what to do with himself. He breaths a sigh of relief when Neil slides his fly down, easing the pressure over his cock. Gabriel can't help it, he reaches down to palm himself through his shorts, nearly trapping Neil's hand.

And then things were moving, shifting. They were an anxious tangle of fumbling limbs, mouth touching or almost touching. Neil slips his fingers into Gabriel's underwear and almost sobs; he's flush and hot-skin and slick tip, and Neil's not sure if he's nervous of grateful or both.

He strokes him, gently, slowly, inside the soft cotton of Gabriel's underwear. Even sitting in the dark of the bedroom, it seems somehow too real just yet if he draws him out. There's no rush.

"Oh, God," he gasps, head falling back as Neil's hand wraps around him. This is so wildly different than their sleepy fumblings with each other, and it's different than any tense moment with Connor, because they're both awake and aware and no one is talking about fingering girls or touching their tits. It's just them, on a bed, kissing and it's Neil's hand on his cock and Gabriel' can't, he can't imagine that it's anyone else.

Neil almost stops when Gabriel gasps like that. But Gabriel is so close, rattling breath and soft desperation. He shifts a little, looking for a better angle. It makes him breathe a heady, nervous laugh.

"Neil." It comes out as a whimper and Gabriel, for a moment, can't stand how weak, how needy he sounds. His eyebrows draw together and he moves his hips, trying to meet every stroke of Neil's hand. He keeps his hand over Neil's, just holding, encouraging.

Neil starts to say something, but it really just comes out as a little sigh. He runs his thumb over the head of Gabriel's cock, slow and teasing. And then, his mind running a mile a minute, his heart thundering in his chest, he shifts down off Gabriel's legs until his face is level with his hand working under Gabriel's shorts.

He shivers under Neil's touch; he can feel his breath against his skin and his cock aches he's so bloody hard. His other hand moves, pushes into Neil's hair just to touch him, to hold him, and he tries not to feel too desperate. But he is.

Gabriel's breathing hitches above him, and his hand is heavy and warm and so present that it almost, somehow, distracts from the heavy, warm feel of his cock.

Almost.

Neil looks up at Gabriel, breath shivering out, as he pulls his shorts completely out of the way. He hasn't been this close to Gabriel's cock before. He's only been this close to one, and he feels very silly at the moment.

He can't think anymore and Gabriel's fingers tighten in Neil's hair, neither pushing nor pulling but just holding. He bites his lip, and he makes the mistake of looking down and just seeing Neil's face so near his cock, feeling his hand and his breath and--

Gabriel gasps sharply and he grips Neil tightly as he comes, sudden and overwhelming and... all across Neil's perfect face.

Neil jumps a little, and the curious, fumbling look turns to one of surprise. There's no upset there. It's just that, the last time he was this close to another boy's dick, he at least got his mouth on it for a moment.

Instinctively, Neil strokes Gabriel through it. He doesn't mind the mess on his face. It's sticky and a little heavy on his skin, but it streaks his cheeks and chin and his lips, and Neil just wants Gabriel to feel good.

"Fuck," he gasps, face hot. "I'm sorry, I--" He wets his lips, tries to catch his breath and just looking at Neil's face earns a final pulse out of him. Seeing him a mess like that stirs something wicked in him and Gabriel leans closer, grabbing at Neil's hands, pulling them away, pulling him closer to kiss him.

He could taste himself on Neil's skin.

The apology is almost nonsensical. Neil's ready to say that, but then Gabriel's kissing him, and Neil flushes so deep and so hot he's impressed his hair doesn't ignite. He kisses back, because of course, of course he'll kiss Gabriel back. But he's aware of the come on his lips and the rest of his face, and he doesn't want to gross Gabriel out.

He's painfully hard, but doesn't draw attention, too wrapped up in kissing.

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