Ch. 07: Dustin and Gabe finally make up for lost time
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Gabe and I both make appointments to get tested, but decide that going together probably isn't the best idea. Yeah we're dating and there aren't any secrets between us, but telling your intimate sexual history to a doctor so you can have unprotected sex while your boyfriend is outside waiting to do the same thing does not sound romantic in the slightest.
He goes in his own time and so do I, and we figure we could meet up after.
The days following our appointments couldn't have dragged on any longer. We continue to hang out and see each other every day but we're both very much aware of what we're waiting on. Neither of us brings it up because really, there's nothing to do but wait.
It's been about a month since I was last with Ethan, and up until recently, my dry spell hasn't been much of an issue. I get the job done the old fashioned way- thankful for porn and my overactive imagination. These days it's harder considering how close Gabe and I have become. Most nights are spent with interwoven limbs and steady kissing until either of us finds a reason to stop.
The other night when we were kissing, I felt the urge for more and hopped up on his lap. That led to his hands working their way up my shirt, followed up by a tongue that slipped into my mouth. I grinded a bit, feeling his unmistakably hard dick pressed against my ass. I was about ready to forgo whatever plans we had and fuck right there- Gabe just feels too good and my dick is starting to make rash decisions for me- except he stops me. He pulls off with an almost childlike look of frustration- like he knows better than to cave with me.
Gabe excuses himself and disappears into the bathroom. I wait on the couch, catching my breath as my dick settles down. Minutes later, he comes back with the most guilty look on his face, but without the tent in his shorts. He sits back and turns the volume up on the TV, playing it off like nothing happened. I lean in for a kiss and he makes a point to keep his lips pursed without the slightest opening- likely because doesn't want a repeat.
I settle back into him and hide my smile, hoping we won't have to wait much longer.
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Three excruciatingly long days later and I'm finishing up at work when my phone goes off twice. One is an e-mail notification from my pharmacy and the second is a text from Gabe.
I open the email first and feel the sweat collecting at my back as I read down the list of negatives- grateful that's the only result that comes back. Truth be told, I don't know why I was worried, but now I really have no reason to.
I open the text from Gabe and it's a screenshot of a similar form from his clinic, telling him that he too is all clear. He follows that up with a peach, an eggplant and an emoji of water droplets. Gabe's hot, but sometimes he's stupid as fuck. That manages to make me cackle in the middle of our quiet office before I keep myself together. He then sends me a one a little more serious.
"I'm kidding of course, Dust." Another message comes in, "Come over for dinner and I'll pick up from that sandwich shop nearby." A third follows, "No pressure."
I tell him yes and, despite how considerate he's being, I feel my dick straining in my pants in the middle of the open area. I have co-workers buzzing nearby and the sound of a conference call going on just to the right of me, but all I can think about is my boyfriend and what we're going to do tonight. Gabriel Cruz may want to play it cool and take our time, but me, I've been wanting to have sex with him for a week, let alone the past several years.
After work, I go back to my apartment and prepare. Gabe and I talk about everything and he knows just about every like and aversion I have. Half the time whenever I'm running late to dinner, he orders for me and never once has he given me a terrible plate of food. But surprisingly, sexual preferences aren't a topic we cross that often. When you have feelings for someone, the last thing you want to hear is every naughty little thing they do with other people.
Based on the guys he's dated, I assume he's a top- that paired with his cocky attitude and what my dreams have mustered to be a huge dick. Still, I don't know who's going to end up where, so I get myself ready for whatever the night has in store.
I shower and get dressed, both of which are made difficult by my dick that won't seem to go down. Just the thought of anything with Gabe keeps me excited, but I'm not about to waste a load on imagination. I take my time, knowing the clinic he just switched to doesn't close until six so he'll still need some time to make his way home and pick up food. He's a physical therapist, and before my brain could conjure up a scene of him stretching out an equally ripped and attractive dude, I hear his voice reminding me that his clients are mostly older disabled veterans and those in recovery.
He finally messages that he's home and picked up dinner, and I leave almost instantly to take the short walk over. Once inside, I use my now standard key and see him taking out a bunch of containers from a plastic bag.
Gabe looks over his shoulder when he sees me and we kiss for a second before he tosses the bag aside. I don't know if it's him trying to gauge my reaction, but he's not jumping my bones in the way someone who just found out they can have raw sex should.
I stand there, peering at him until he finally turns and sees me watching. He makes some goofy faces that don't get the response he wanted before asking, "What?" pretending to not know.
I shake my head and walk around the island that separates us, bringing my hands up to his chiselled jaw and kissing him- but this time there's no four year old niece watching, or some sorry excuse to sneak off to the bathroom to jerk off. I slip my tongue inside and I feel him gripping on my waist before gently pulling me off.
He growls, "I'm trying to be good and not rush, but you're making it very, very hard."
I cup his bulge, seeing his eyes go wide. He's throbbing in my hand- and even the fabric that separates our flesh can't contain him. "Gabe, we've been doing this song and dance for years and I can't be the only one who's been waiting for this all week. What makes you think I want to drag it out any longer."
He reaches for the tent in my shorts and I whimper as he finally touches me. "Nothing. I guess I'm just in my head again, trying not to fuck it up."
I kiss him once more and feel his previously hesitant tongue slip into my mouth. We pull off, out of breath, "The only thing you have to worry about fucking up, is this ass." I say, forcing a straight face.
But Gabe can't hold it back, he practically snorts out a laugh which is so infectious, I'm cracking up beside him. He cozies into my body and holds me at my waist, "That was so fucking bad, Dust."
