A/N: No more abandoning this story; updates will be more consistent from here on out! Thank you all for reading about these crazy characters. Much love.
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A WEEK LATER
"I don't know, Gabe. I think it was fine."
"The interview was not 'fine' Zeke. I cannot get people on my fucking side if I donate a million dollars to fucking orphans, and you are sitting here telling me I'm doing great. I'm fucking not. The most discriminatory person in this entire fucking company is now claiming discrimination against the company. And you think I did fine, as the most unprepared person on TV, ever."
I sigh, wondering if I have the energy for this conversation. "You should be nicer then. To me and on TV," I say softly.
Gabriel grunts, and I hear him mute his phone for a few seconds. "I'm not allowed to be pissed that we're gonna pay this pendejo $200 mil?"
I rub at my temples. It's been the All About Gabe Show when we talk. No ask about Clay, or my work. Four-minute phone calls. Spacey texts. As a naturally-stressed person, I don't see how I could possibly help him. I thought I was his relief at some point. Maybe pre-California was a short-lived bubble. "Gabe, I am seeing you do your best. And Tracy and Harper were a step ahead.
"Who the fuck is Harper?"
"His lawyer—why the hostility?" I close my laptop and fold my arms. "All you've done is talk about how bad you think you're doing. I dunno, let me do an ad or something."
"Wanna further insert yourself into it, of course. I was hoping that something could be about me for a little bit."
I wish this conversation surprised me. I feel like I've been talking to an entirely new Gabriel since he left. Actually, I'm talking to the first Gabriel I met. The one who belittled me because he didn't know what to do with his feelings. Except the banter isn't cute, and it's not going to end in sweaty, intense sex.
Not like the time he called me stupid a few weeks before he left, just cause he knew it would piss me off. My religious background doesn't dictate too much in life, but insults of intellect were something I was particularly irked at, the repulsion instilled in me by Lillain. Gabe hadn't been too cutesy yet, and was still sort of testing the in-between ground. He worked me up in a mind game, some power play, where I scrunched up my lips and tried to throw the thesaurus at him. He just smugly told me I'd understand whatever the hell he was talking about when I decided to not be a conceited asshole. I called him an ageist prick.
"Your stupidity has nothing to do with your age."
"I'm NOT stupid."
"If you didn't feel stupid you wouldn't have to say that," Gabe shrugged. I threatened to walk out of his office, but he just sat there, twirling a pen, his stormed-over eyes confirmed that this was a rouse to get me steamed. And I fell for it every time. I walked back over to his desk, red in the face but understanding. I tried to reason.
"You can tease me all you want, but you're not going to insult my intelligence just because you think it's funny."
"It's only funny that you think I'm smarter than you, and you don't want to challenge me." Gabe licked his lips, leaned back in that big chair, and I felt my cock twitch. God, I was so mad. "That's your prerogative."
"Fuck. You."
"Yeah?" Gabe got up to pace around me. I remember exactly what he wore. A silk shirt, striped. Many shades of grey. Brought out the mirror-like grey in his eyes. Dress pants, also grey. Hugged around his thighs a little. When he walked, they couldn't hide the bulge. He circled me like a big cat. I can't seem to remember what I was wearing. "I think you have some things to learn."
I do remember the way he shoved me on his desk—one handed, a real shove, and I had to catch myself. Things wobbled on his desk, and I sat down. My adrenaline kicked its peak as he walked into me, hovering over, looking purely animalistic. I remember shivering with anticipation, a little anxiety. Stony faced, as he leaned over. "I'm gonna fuck the stupid out of you."
"I... I'm not—" Gabe cut me off, grabbing my hips hard, jerking me forward and smashing my body into his, our faces so close, I'm sure he was freshening my breath with his gum. I felt myself soften to his touch, my hands reaching for those thick locks of deep mahogany hair as he humped into me. I grabbed at his ass, gripping each cheek as they flexed with every push into my body. He went in tongue first, licking both my lips and kissing me deeply, but controllingly. I drank him in and fumbled only slightly with the button on his pants. His cock throbbed at my touch. Hot with rushing blood, thick and girthy as I stroked him with one hand, the other still gripping firm to his ass. I felt the deep moans in my mouth, chest to chest. The blend from argument to fucking had me taking him in, in different ways.
"Suck me off. Finger your ass." The commands I couldn't ignore. I had his pants down fast as hell and was ready to hop off the desk when he stopped me. "Lay on your back." I knew exactly what he meant. I swung my legs around and did exactly as I was told, and zipped my own pants down in the process. I lay facing his dick and licked the head upside down. All I could see in my view was a sprinkling of hair on his tree-trunk thighs, his hand gripped around the base of his cock, and the glorious veins rivering through it. All I did was stick my tongue out, and he traced the head around the outside of my mouth. I scooted his way to drape my head off the edge of the desk.
He guided his dick in and out of my mouth, slowly at first. I felt the direct push toward my throat. I was determined to wrap my tonsils around the girth of his cockhead, completely switch my breathing. I sucked, eyes closed, as his fingers danced along my chest, my neck. He placed his fingers gently on the soft spot below my chin to feel himself push in and out of my throat. I moaned around him. My legs kicked my pants off, and Gabe grabbed my hand. I couldn't see what he was doing, but soon enough, I felt my forefinger and middle digits in his mouth as he took both and sucked. I moaned even harder. He kept my fingers dancing on his wet tongue and clapped twice; the lights went out.
I gagged a little, but it turned me on even more to feel the saliva and precum mix slowly leaking from my mouth. I would usually have control, clean myself up as I go, but I let the saliva drip. We were getting messy. Gabe kept his fingers in my hair, his dick in my mouth, and my fingers in his. I could feel him soaking my hand before he gruffly shoved my hand away. Instantly, I kicked the last of the fabric off, spread my legs with my feet planted solid on the desk. I could feel him lean over, getting his best view of my fingers slipping inside myself, and his tool slid deeper into my throat. I couldn't help the greedy sounds of delight that spilled out of me, the happy bucking I did against my own fingers.
Gabe grabbed my dick, pumping with intensity, and I was convinced he wanted to get me off first. He rolled his hips forward at the same pace at the same time. I pictured what we must look like, my back arched, sprawled out as he fucked my esophagus at a medium pace. His granite stature towered over me as I serviced him like a little plaything.
Up high enough, at late enough in the day, that the open window didn't discourage him from pulling out, my lips making a sweet, satisfying suction *pop* from his dick, and sloppily kissing me upside down. I took his tongue between my now-swollen lips and sucked hard, once. That was new; he shoved his tongue back in my face and I sucked gleefully as he felt me up, nails gently raking over my nipples and hand back up and around my throat.
"C'mon," he gruffed. I swung back around to finish unbuttoning his shirt, more tongue sucking as he seemed to enjoy. He forced my legs open as I clawed at buttons, almost too uncoordinated to undo them. The next thing I knew, we'd switched, and his fingers were in my mouth, jammed down my throat. It was no issue slicking them up, and he yanked me forward with a strong hand to pump his fingers into me, slow, but powerful. My tight asshole relaxed at the familiarity. I felt my blood pumping so hard, and looked down to see my cock pulse with my heartbeat. This seemed to particularly intrigue Gabe, and he held back a smirk, choosing to finger-fuck me on the off-beats. I spat on my hand and grabbed at his dick, but he smacked me away, and guided my hand to my own. So this was what we were gonna do today. I liked it.
I let my eyes drift; I could only see a blur out of a tiny sliver as I jerked myself and Gabriel gently stretched me out. I felt special. I truly felt like he was admiring me despite insulting me only fifteen minutes prior. Maybe he wanted to see how mad he could make me, and see if he could also make it disappear. I didn't care in that moment, at least.
In a swift motion, not missing a beat, Gabe slid his cock into me. It was unexpected. So unexpected, I almost came, right then, right there. Instantly my hands shot out at his chest, and I heard him laugh deeply. Low. I felt his laugh in my hands, and he kissed me, grabbing at my ass. "Just like the first time; you just can't last."
