On a Roll by Beth Bolden (best historical biographies TXT) 📕

all sweet, hot drugging kisses that had made him lose it so much faster than he’d intended. But this was all white-hot flashing heat, a day’s worth of agonizing want condensed into one single moment.

He had Gabriel pushed against the door in a second, and then they were kissing, wildly, breaking apart only so Gabe could gasp out, “What . . . uh . . .”

“Shut up,” Sean said, and then forcibly dragged him towards the bedroom.

“Were you like this all day?” Gabe wondered as he watched Sean pull his shirt off, and toe off his sneakers. So much for shut up. “All . . . ready to go?”

Gabe might be into all this talking, and Sean wasn’t necessarily not into it, but right now, what he was into was getting naked and getting off.

How had he gone all those years without anything? He didn’t know, because now it was like a tsunami had been unleashed and he was just letting the wave carry him.

Sean reached for Gabe’s hand and took it, pressing it against his hard-on, as he wiggled out of his shorts. “Get me off,” he said, “now.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “By the way,” he said, conversationally, like he wasn’t already driving Sean crazy with the way his fingers were tracing his cock in his briefs, “I really like this.”

“Me being bossy?”

“You being so worked up,” Gabriel said, grinning. He pushed Sean onto the bed, and lowered himself to his knees. “Just look at this,” he said, as he pulled down his briefs and his cock bobbed out, hard and so red at the tip. “You’re so worked up. And it’s all for me.”

Sean wanted to disagree, to tell him he was just horny in general, thank you very much, but then Gabriel leaned forward and his tongue was stroking the head of his cock and it felt so goddamned good that all Sean could do was moan.

Thankfully, sucking his cock was the one thing that actually seemed to shut Gabe up—though Sean was sure he wouldn’t have noticed anyway. He was too far gone, his fingers clenching the sheets on the bed, already having to resist the urge to just thrust into Gabriel’s mouth, to let the overwhelming pleasure overtake him. But he’d wanted it too long to let it go so quickly. He wanted to enjoy it.

Gabe made a guttural groan deep in his throat as he sucked more of him down, and it was intoxicating, that he loved it as much as Sean did.

When he glanced down, the sight of Gabe on his knees, sucking his cock, was almost enough, pushing him right to the edge, and then he saw Gabe rocking against his own hand, shoved down his pants, like he couldn’t wait either, and that was enough to completely unravel him.

“Oh my god, yes,” Sean cried out as his hips thrust, almost involuntarily, and when Gabe groaned again, he couldn’t help himself. He did it again. And again, the pleasure roaring through him was not some meek little thing, but a beast, with claws. It tore at him, and he barely had a second to warn Gabriel before he was coming, long, shuddering pulses.

“Fuck,” Gabriel said, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Fuck, that was so goddamn hot.”

“Was it?” Sean said, sleepily, opening his eyes to see that Gabe had left a mess of his own, right there on the hardwood floor. He smiled. “I guess it was.”

“I couldn’t help it,” Gabriel said, almost apologetically. “You should . . . we should . . .”

“Yeah,” Sean agreed, because he knew what he was saying. They should do that every single goddamn day.

Gabriel nodded, taking the tissues that Sean handed him and cleaning up. After he’d tossed them in the trash, he climbed on the bed, putting too much weight on him, but Sean decided he didn’t mind. Decided he almost kind of liked it.

Milo had been about his size, maybe even a bit thinner. The weight and heft of Gabriel was reassuring, almost.

“I should . . .”

Sean knew what he was going to say. He should leave. But it was clear from his voice that he didn’t want to, and Sean already knew he didn’t want him to. Maybe it was poor hookup etiquette, maybe Ren would be horrified, but Sean felt safe because he’d made the parameters so clear early on. Surely staying the night wouldn’t mean anything, not when he’d been so cut and dry about the way this arrangement was going to work.

“You should stay,” Sean said with finality. “If you want to, that is.”

“I should stay?” Gabriel sounded very surprised. So surprised that Sean freaked out at the last moment, digging into his orgasm-fuzzy brain for a good excuse.

“Yeah, well, I was going to make those nuts. You could help me,” he said. “And then, you know, we could do that again.”

“That sounds like a really great plan,” Gabe said, putting an arm around Sean and tugging him even closer. He was quiet for a minute, and Sean couldn’t help but enjoy the closeness. It had been so long since he’d been able to just cuddle with someone. He hugged the other guys sometimes—sometimes when things went very right or sometimes when he was having a bad day and he needed one—but cuddling? That hadn’t happened in four years.

Maybe he hadn’t just been sex-starved, he’d been touch-starved.

“This is nice,” Sean said softly. He hadn’t moved yet, and he wasn’t sure he could.

“Yeah, it is,” Gabriel agreed. He shifted around, until Sean was pressed up against his side. He was still partially dressed. Sean still had his socks on. He wiggled his toes inside of them, wondering if he should try to take them off without moving.

Or, he could soak this up for a moment longer, and then slide out of bed and start the nuts. He thought he had everything in the kitchen that he needed.

He was just running down a list of ingredients he’d need