Page 105 of Should Our Hearts Catch Fire

It’s the strangest thing, to be aware of Gabriel’s taste, of the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of Ellis’ mouth, overwhelming him in the best possible way, while also feeling as if it’s him on his back, his cock in Gabriel’s mouth. If he didn’t know better, he’d think someone has slipped him a drug, one that he could easily become addicted to.

Ellis becomes lost in it, in the feeling of Gabriel’s cock filling his mouth, the burn in his jaw as his muscles protest and saliva dribbles from the corners of his mouth. There’s something real and unrestrained about it. And when Gabriel starts babbling, Ellis’ name falling from his bitten lips more often than not, it’s all Ellis can do to not just say ‘fuck it’ and sink down on Gabriel’s cock until he chokes, even if it means he passes out from lack of oxygen.

Having a speck of reason left—and figuring Gabriel wouldn’t be impressed if Ellis did pass out—he wraps a hand around the base of Gabriel’s cock to prevent accidental suffocation and starts bobbing his head, trying to imitate what Gabriel did to him.

The response is instant, Gabriel crying out and his hips lifting up in an involuntary manner, his hand in Ellis’ hair tightening to the point of pain. It feels unexpectedly good, and Ellis works his mouth faster, sealing his lips tighter and ignoring the mess he’s making. He doesn’t even have the wherewithal to blush at the dirty picture he must make, because the stuff falling from Gabriel’s mouth is filthier, barely understandable. Words thatEllis would never have imagined Gabriel capable of saying if he didn’t know him. But it’s not all just filth and desire. There’s a lot of sweetness and affection too, words of praise that have moisture gathering in Ellis’ eyes. Thankfully he can blame that on the blowjob.

The dirty talk combined with them holding hands, with Gabriel stroking gently behind his ear, propels Ellis towards the finish line with lightning speed, no matter that the only attention his own cock is getting is the friction from the sheets. Everything is heightened by the fact that he can still feel what Gabriel’s feeling, which also means he’s ready when Gabriel’s abs contract, his cock thickening in Ellis’ mouth, and he stutters out a warning.

“C-close. Ellis, you don’t—you don’t have to—”

He knows he doesn’t have to. But fuck, does he want to.

He pulls almost all the way off Gabriel’s cock, tightens his lips around the head, and strokes the rest as he hollows his cheeks.

Gabriel’s body locks up and he cries out. A second later, a salty-sweet taste coats Ellis’ tongue as intense pleasure washes over him like a tidal wave, taking him with. His hips stutter, thrusting against the mattress until he spills, feeling the aftershocks of Gabriel’s climax alongside his own.

It takes a while before his mind clears, and when it finally does, he finds himself resting on Gabriel’s chest, Gabriel’s come wet and sticky between them. He can still taste Gabriel in his mouth, and when he licks his lips, he finds more come on them. His cock twitches as if it’s attempting a round two and ultimately fails. There’s no way he has the energy. He feels out of breath, as if he ran a marathon, not to mention the ache in his jaw. All in all, he feels fantastic, while also craving a long, long nap.

Gabriel’s thumb brushes over his chin, wiping away a few droplets of come he didn’t manage to swallow. Sluggishly, he turns his head and catches Gabriel’s thumb between his lips, sucking it clean while holding eye contact.

Gabriel’s eyes aren’t gold anymore. They’re impossibly dark and filled with so much heat it’s a miracle Ellis doesn’t spontaneously combust.

“I know I said technique doesn’t matter, but…” Gabriel starts, sounding wrecked. “A+, Mr. Reeves.”

The praise fills Ellis’ chest with warmth, a huge-ass smile growing on his lips. He lets himself be pulled into a greedy kiss, basking in the moment of utter happiness.

Unsurprisingly, they leave Gabriel’s apartment later than planned. It’s all Gabriel’s fault for manipulating Ellis into having a shower with him.

“How much time do you have?” Gabriel asks as he unlocks the door to the café.

“Twenty minutes or so.” Probably less than that, but he’s willing to be late for work. He’s still buzzing from the morning sex, and it’s hard to care about much else.

“If you hang around, I’ll bake a fresh cinnamon roll for you.”

“I can’t possibly say no to that, can I?” He should, but Gabriel’s smile is worth the elevated blood glucose levels. “Do you need help?”

Gabriel casts a slightly helpless look around. “You know how to flush the coffee machine?”

“By pressing a flush button?”

“God, you’re so lucky that you’re cute.” He playfully slaps Ellis’ chest. “Just sit that gorgeous ass down and wait for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

It was meant to be just a funny jab, but the air around Gabriel sparks with intrigue. It gives Ellis a pause, his insides tingling. Well, that’s…an interesting development. One he doesn’t have time to explore right now.

Gabriel smirks, then strolls into the kitchen, leaving Ellis standing there like a goof. Shaking off the stupor, Ellis sits his dumb, gorgeous ass down and busies himself with replying to the texts he got yesterday.

The door squeaks, and Ellis looks up, wondering if it’s alright for him to tell potential customers the café’s not open yet. Turns out it’s just Zeke, and they share an equally perplexed look.

“Bright and early, I see,” Zeke says with a knowing grin.

“Likewise.” Gabriel has complained multiple times about Zeke’s tardiness.

“Yeah. There was a cat under my window that kept meowing to the high heavens. Figured I might as well get myself some coffee.”

“You don’t like cats?”