Page 62 of Gideon
“What are you doing?”
“Ah now, it must be fairly obvious.”
“Out here?” My voice is slightly squeaky, and he smiles.
“Where else?” Then he leans in and nuzzles my balls, and all my thoughts fly away. I should be scoping the area for press, the way I look for them before I do anything. Frankie would shoot me for sure if he knew about this risk. But all I can feel are the drops of rain starting to patter onto my skin, the coldness of the drops almost stinging against the heat of my flesh.
I cry out as he licks and sucks gently on my balls, his hands rubbing soothingly up and down my thighs, a juxtaposition to the fierceness with which he pulls back and sucks bites into my inner thighs. I spread them and he murmurs approvingly.
He mouths up the crease of my thigh, stopping to inhale deeply. When he looks up, his eyes are dark as gooseberries and his eyelashes spangled with rain. “Smells so lush here, love, eh?” he says deeply, bending to nibble at the thin skin of my hipbones and ignoring my cock as it jerks and thumps against my stomach.
“Eli, please,” I groan.
“What, love?”
“I need you.”
“Where?”
Unable to articulate my need, I grab his head and push him towards my cock. Instead of laughing, he gives a low groan and takes me into his mouth, the heat inside shocking after the cool air. Pulling back, he licks the veins, pausing at the root where he nudges his nose in, inhaling again. I groan and shove my hips forward. He holds my cock firmly and I can feel the raindrops on it, the cold startling after the heat of his mouth, like tiny stinging pinches.
“Oh fuck,” I choke out, and he bends to take it in his mouth again, licking off the rain before taking me to the back of his throat and swallowing around me. “Oh, Eli,” I whisper. “Fuck, that feels good.”
He pulls off. “Pinch your nipples, Gid. Go on and do it.” Then he bends back to suckling, and I reach up and twist my nipples, crying out at the arc of pleasure that runs from the nubs to my cock. My hips move and push against him, and I can feel his nose in my pubes as he swallows again before pulling back and sucking the head while jacking the base.
“You too,” I say, staring at the image of him, hair and chest wet in the dim light. “Get naked, Eli.”
I grab the base of my cock with a protesting moan as he levers up and strips his shorts off, kicking them to one side. I eye him appreciatively. His wide shoulders, the sleek chest narrowing down to slim hips and long legs, and the ruddy length of his cock standing up proudly between his legs from a thatch of blond curls. He’s uncut and the head is a dark angry purple colour where the hood has pulled back.
He lowers himself to his knees between my spread legs, and I stay him. “You too,” I say hoarsely. “Touch yourself while you suck me off.”
He groans and, lifting my cock to his mouth, he deep-throats me effortlessly while lowering his hand to his cock and starting to masturbate fiercely.
“Oh yes,” I croon. “It feels so fucking good, Eli.”
I spread my legs and when he pushes his hand at my face, I take his fingers into my mouth and fellate them furiously, making them messy with lots of spit. Then I lean back and groan as he rubs one wet fingertip across my puckered rim. “Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck me with it.”
Then I cry out as he inserts the finger slowly, the rough calluses catching my sensitive rim. “Oh God, it feels amazing,” I say through gritted teeth as I look down at him, at the erotic image of the length of my cock between those full lips, the absorption on his face as he fingers me, and suddenly lightning fizzes in my groin. “Going to come,” I grunt, and he dips his head, and I shout out into the evening sky as I pour come down his throat in thick spurts.
For a second I stay there panting, his finger still in my arse, his mouth constricting around me as he swallows my come, incredibly wringing out another spurt of fluid. Then he leaps to his feet, holding his cock. “Yes,” I say throatily, looking at him. “Come on me, Eli. Mark me with it. Come on my fucking face.”
The slippery thwacking echoes around the still garden, and then he gives a deep groan. His cock jerks and I close my eyes as hot come lands on my face mingling with the rain, its acrid, sharp smell a counterpoint to the sweetness of the flowers nearby.
For a few minutes there’s only the sound of our choked pants as we struggle to get air in. Then he moves and I feel fabric rub over my face, removing the fluid. I open my eyes in time for him to climb into my lap. My arms come up automatically, and it’s strange because although I’ve never held a man like this before, something about it feels as if I’ve done this with him a thousand times. Somehow in another time I must have cuddled him on my lap, his balls damp and hot on my thigh and his arms around my neck. It’s the only way to account for this shocking sense of familiarity.
“Jesus,” he says, burying his head in my neck. “Jesus, Gid, why is it like this with you?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, pushing my hand into his mass of dirty-blond waves that are damp now with rain. “I wish I did.”
He looks up. “Did you love him?”
It takes me a second to work out what he’s talking about. “Niall?” He nods, his expression worried. I stroke my fingers down his face. “No,” I say clearly, watching his shoulders sag slightly. “No, I love him as a friend and that’s all. It’s all it should ever have been if we hadn’t been stupid. He doesn’t love me either.”
“Really?” He huffs and something warms in my chest.
“Yes,” I say. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not very loveable.”
He stares at me, emotions running over his face. “Well, I’m not sure about that, Gideon Ramsay.” For a long second we stare at each other until I reach out and grab the rose from the table and hand it to him. “For me?” he asks, astonished.
