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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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.

Gabriel holds Neil's face as he kisses all over it, delicately licking and kissing away some of the mess. He tries to use his thumbs to wipe away more, making sure that there was nothing left near Neil's eyes, at least.

Eventually he reaches between them, palming Neil through his pants before he fumbles to get them open. He can't let himself think now; if he does, he'll run.

He doesn't want to run.

Neil covers the hand that Gabriel leaves on his cheek, tries to imbue a little confidence into Gabriel's movements. It's easier to just think of how much he wants this. It's easier still to think of nothing at all, except for the deep, quiet comfort of being around Gabriel.

He shivers out a breath as Gabriel gets his pants open, and wiggles to get them down his thighs, his shorts coming after so they're both similarly exposed.

Gabriel pulls his hand away from Neil's cheek to help get his pants and his shorts down, both at the same time. He knows what he wants; he hasn't done it since Noel, but now it's all he can think of.

He leans down and his fingers curl around Neil's cock to stroke him, slow, as his tongue slides over the head.

Neil's breath hitches.

"Gabe," he whispers, but his voice sounds less uncertain than he feels, more reedy and wanting. He catches Gabriel's wrist, and even though he wants to look him in the eyes, he can't quite.

He lifts his head to look up at Neil. "Yeah?" he breathes, staying right where he is. He's sure he can't have done something wrong, or something that might hurt - it was just his tongue.

Neil sighs a little, his cock twitching toward the ghost of Gabriel's breath. He bites his lip a little bit. "Sorry--I've just never..."

He'd been too nervous to let anyone get that close to him. Kissing and jerking off were one thing. This, somehow, it was entirely different. It's why he'd only done it himself once.

"I have," he says softly, not sure if that would reassure Neil or not. "I want to," he adds, lips brushing against Neil's cock as he says it. "Can I?"

Later, he might ask about that. Gabriel is so nervous about touch, Neil hadn't thought he'd have done anything like this. His cock twitches. "Yeah," he breathes, and nods. "Yeah, I want..."

Gabriel flashes a little smile and lowers his gaze before he guides Neil's cock right into his mouth. He hums softly, almost a moan, and bobs his head down as far as he dares. Neil tastes good and he uses his hand on whatever he can't fit into his mouth, teasing, touching as he tries to build up a rhythm. It's been a long time since he's done this.

It's easy to fall into. Neil breathes out, a slow exhale, as the hot, wet heat of Gabriel's mouth descends on him. It only takes a moment for him to be a panting mess, trying to figure out what to do with his hands and his hips and his whole body.

Gabriel's free hand slides up, finding Neil's to lace their fingers together. He's never done anything like that before, has never touched another boy quite like this. He tries to focus on what he's doing, wanting to make it good for Neil, wanting to taste him. He tries to remember without remembering.

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