Page 72 of Trigger Discipline

Gabriel surged in to kiss him, laughing against his lips. “Fuck yes.”

Pressed so close even the atoms between them werescreaming for breath, Blake lost himself to the press of Gabriel’s lips, the nips of his teeth, and the caress of his tongue. He breathed in his breath, his tangy scent that was probably overripe but also so masculine,soGabriel, that Blake inhaled greedily, hoping to brand the scent in his lungs.

Rough fingers slid into his hair, twisting into the strands for grip. With that same confidence he always had, Gabriel moved Blake’s head where he wanted, to deepen the kiss or better lick into his mouth, dancing their tongues to a beat Blake didn’t need to hear. Not when Gabriel was so ready to lead.

And Blake wanted to follow. He wanted to give in to the hush, to the peace that silence brought, and let Gabriel do as he would. Let him guide him the same way he did his squad. He wanted to lie prone, sacrifice his will to this altar of desire so that Gabriel could show him pleasure only the holy could understand.

He was so hard it hurt. His cock throbbed against his pants, hot and wet. Even as close as they were, it wasn’t enough. Blake lifted his leg, wrapped it around Gabriel’s waist, andoh god, finally.Finally, he could feel the thick swell of Gabriel’s bulge. Their erections pressed together, and even through layers of clothing, it was searing. It left him stuttering for breath, muscles tensing as he grabbed onto Gabriel for support.

Their kisses turned to lips smearing against one another as they gasped into each other’s mouths, their hips rolling in an unsteady stuttering rhythm. An electric pleasure began building in Blake’s thighs, little sparks of pleasure that were coalescing into something bigger, stoking the fire in his belly.

Wrenching his head back, Gabriel dove for the line of Blake’s jaw. He sucked and kissed, teeth scraping against his flesh, leaving behind lines of fire across his skin. Blake gasped into it, hands scrabbling at Gabriel’s back. It felt so good. Likehis nerve endings were on fire. He couldn’t sit still, body wriggling and legs twitching.

“God, Blake, baby,” Gabriel panted against his collarbone. “You keep moving like that and I’m going to jizz my pants like a teenager.”

There was something powerful in that. In having the kind of power to reduce a man like Gabriel to such a desperate mess. To have him breathless, fingers digging into his flesh, his dick prominent against him.

“So take off your pants,” Blake said, far steadier than he felt. He reached for Gabriel’s belt again, wrenching the nylon from its keepers. It was awkward with one hand, but he managed to get the belt undone, then the snap and zipper of his tactical pants. Gabriel watched him with hooded eyes, licking his lips as he shuddered once Blake’s fingers brushed against the path of coarse hair trailing down his stomach and beneath his boxers.

Gabriel caught his wrist before he could go any further. “Are you sure?”

Reality punctured through his haze of arousal, and Blake found himself huffing in irritation. “I don’t care. I don’t—I just want you. This. For a few minutes. I want it to be you and me.” He twisted his wrist in Gabriel’s grip, sliding until he could slot their fingers together.

“We met in a coffee shop on Tuesday afternoon,” Blake said softly, tugging their clasped hands to his chest. “You asked me out in some devastatingly handsome leading man way. I made a snarky comment to hide my nervousness. You saw right through it. We went on a date. It was nice. And now we’re here.”

Gabriel’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. His eyes were impossibly soft. “Now we’re here.” He repeated.

His kiss was softer as he pulled Blake close, grabbing his other leg to hoist him up. Blake had never felt so secure. Their kisses this time felt different—not exploratory, like the first.Not fervent like the second. These were different. Weighty. They had meaning words couldn’t define because they weren’t made for ears, they were made for hearts. A communication between the ineffable essence of souls.

Blake hit the mattress gently, Gabriel following him, sliding between his parted legs to rest his weight on top of him. And it was good. So good. The mix of soft and hot, of his hot hands stoking the fire while his kisses brought the warmth, the kind that fed his soul.

It was such a mix that emotion clogged his throat. He ignored it, pulling at Gabriel’s borrowed shirt. The compression material stuck to his heated skin, peeling slowly over his head.

Blake had seen men shirtless before. Maybe he’d even been attracted to them. But with Gabriel, it was something new. He couldn’t take his eyes off him—the definition of his muscles, the breadth of his shoulders, the duskiness of his nipples, and the long dark line of hair smattering across his taut belly to disappear behind his open pants. Blake wanted to bite it. To run his fingers through it and feel the curls against his fingertips.

By any definition Gabriel was appealing, but Blake would have ended up underneath him regardless of his looks. It wasGabrielwho had him hard in his pants. Everything from the way he confidently took charge of a situation to the way he made Blake comfortable in his own skin.

On the street, surrounded by death, it was Gabriel’s voice that guided Blake back. It was his face he saw when he opened his eyes. Gabriel had, without question, come for him. Thrown himself over his body and begged him to come back.

Blake reached up to touch. To let his fingers learn all the divots and grooves of Gabriel’s body. To find the places that made him shiver and the ones that made him groan. And through it all, he let him, eyes soft and cock hard where it pressed against Blake’s thigh.

At some point, a decision was made, and Blake pulled his hoodie off. That’s when those soft eyes turned broiling, Gabriel taking in every inch of exposed skin like a starved man looking at a meal.

Skin to skin, they came together again. Gabriel’s hands were skillful on Blake’s body, nails dragging and fingertips soothing, tickling and lightly pinching. Enough to have him falling apart again.

And where he’d touched, he followed with his mouth. Down his neck to the divots of his collarbone, Gabriel kissed and sucked. But not like he had before. There was a timidity that didn’t sit right on a man like him. Not when it was combined with that look in his eyes, the one that wassosure.

“Gabriel,” Blake panted softly, drawing him up to look him in the eye. His hair was mussed, falling out of order in a way that made him look boyish. Blake stroked his cheek.

“I want you to leave marks,” he whispered with his kiss-swollen lips. “I want you to leave marks on me so if I die tomorrow, I’ll die with you all over me.”

Gabriel made a noise like someone had punched the air out of him. He littered kisses across Blake’s chest until he could pull a nipple into his mouth. Blake gasped when Gabriel sucked, laving his tongue over the nub while he pulled at the skin, nipping with his teeth. When he finished, Blake’s legs were shaking, and his nipple was swollen cherry red.

But Gabriel didn’t stop. He kissed and sucked, biting and blowing. Every inch of Blake’s torso was attended to. His hands stroked over Blake’s ribs, tickling him until he was pushing away from his digits right into his mouth.

And in the wake of his lips, a field of landmines was left. Hickies and bites that would linger for days, and if Blake were to brush against them, he’d feel the explosions of pain and pleasure.

Gabriel moved down. He yanked at the oversized jeansBlake was wearing, tearing them off his legs to expose the borrowed pair of boxer briefs. They hung low on his hips, and a damp spot was spreading at the head of his bulge.