Page 65 of Choke Up

ELLIS

Gabe's hand muffles a whimper. With one foot hiked up on one of the shower's built-in shelves, his cock is hitting me at the perfect angle. He could finish this in seconds, but he draws it out with slow, languid thrusts. The hand that isn't blocking all my moans and cries is locked around my middle, holding my back to his front.

"Shhhh baby, everything echoes in here."

The hot water cascades down our bodies, the slip and slide of soap and lube adding to the wet squelch of our lovemaking. His cock moves in me easily now. He doesn't have to be as gentle, but he always wants to stay inside me as long as possible. Sometimes he doesn't even thrust or try to come, he just slips inside me to be close to me. He jokes that he needs me to keep it warm.

I love being full of him to the point of obsession. Away games feel like torture. Gabe keeps buying me toys to try when he's gone, but it's not the same. Not enough. Not him. They're leaving again today to play a three-game series in Mississippi, one off day, then one night in Louisiana before coming home again. He'll be gone for six days. We've made excuses about the amount of video calling we do, seeing as I've still been acting as Gabe's study buddy. Even when he's a plane ride away, we do more distracting each other than schoolwork. But if Elliot or anyone else is in the room, we keep it to studying and everyone just thinks that college has made Gabe a new man.

Every time he's about to leave, we fuck like rabbits, and take a lot more risks than we normally would. Two weekends ago, we met at the dugout again. My fingers were sore for days from gripping the chain-link fence as he plowed into me from behind. We snuck into the athletic building multiple times, making use of the locker room showers when no one was likely to be around. We've fucked in the laundry room at the dorms in the middle of the night, in the lobby bathroom, and let's just say the gym sauna now has a lot more happy memories attached to it than it used to. He visits me during my studio hours, but never fucks me there. He says he likes watching me work. I usually reply that he'd like watching me work his cock much better.

I can't get enough, and he's determined to fill my ass and stomach with as much cum as it takes to get me through the long days away from each other.

Missing his cock is one thing. Missing him is an entirely different ball game. I used to sleep hot, requiring a fan and often using no blanket. Now I'm freezing without my personal radiator. The mattress, that felt so soft when I first moved in, feels hard and unwelcoming without his weight next to me.

I've taken to sleeping in his room when they're gone and wearing his clothes. I like to send pictures of myself to him like we used to. It's how I get through the days when he can't be here with me.

Gabe's cock rolls over my prostate so good my eyes roll back, and I release the wall to grip his ass behind me, encouraging him to keep fucking me just… like… that. Oh, God.

“Mmphh—“

The door slams open. My moan catches in my throat and chokes me. Gabe stills, holding my mouth tighter.

"Dude! What the fuck!" he shouts. He even pulls back the curtain just enough to peek out at Elliot.

"Sorry, man. I had to piss like a racehorse. Are you almost done?"

"I'm busy here," Gabe grouses, and starts moving his hips again slowly. My fingernails dig into his sides. Stop! We're going to get caught!

"Oh, my bad. Well, hurry up. I know you haven't packed." The toilet flushes, and water runs. "Have you seen Ellis this morning?"

Gabe's tongue licks a path up my spine as he moves my hands back to the wall of the tub before reaching around to squeeze my cock. I hold my breath. "He’s not in his room?"

"Don't think so. It's locked, and he's not answering."

"Maybe he stayed out again last night."

"He's been doing that a lot. You think he's okay?"

"I'm sure he's perfect," he says as he rolls his hips into me, and it sounds too obviously suggestive to me. He's so going to get us caught.

"He's always covered in all those damn hickeys," Elliot complains.

Gabe laughs, because just as Elliot says that, the skin on the back of my neck was turning purple in his mouth.

"Since when do you find this funny?"

"Since when are you so worried? It's like you said, he's a big boy who can handle himself."

"I just don't want him getting hurt." I want to be annoyed that they're in here talking about me like I'm not there, because Elliot doesn't know that I am. But my heart melts a little that he cares so much.

"Hey E?" Gabe asks, pulling the curtain back to peek out once more. "Can we maybe not talk about your little brother when I'm trying to bust a nut?"

"Oh, shit. Yeah, that's weird. Sorry." He leaves, but then opens the door again right after he shuts it. "Hurry the fuck up."

The glare I give him over my shoulder does nothing but encourage him. He rolls his lips in to keep his smile down, but gives up and presses his body against my back. He releases the grip he has on my mouth, using his hand to hold both of mine against the wall. His other hand reaches for my cock, wrapping his big hand around it. He strokes me at the same pace he thrusts inside, growling against my ear.

"You heard him, baby."

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