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Darian and I jogged along the trail at Shirley Town Center. It was early, and we both seemed to need the time off. I worked out frequently, but lately, I was either hitting the gym or running almost every day. Darian seemed to be working out more, too. He always went to the gym with his friends Gavin and Aaron, and sometimes me. Lately, I was the only one who could keep up with the frequency of his workouts.

        When we came to a stop near a bench, we both drank from our camelbaks. We took huge gulps, and I wiped the sweat from my forehead.

        "You're stressed," we said simultaneously, and we were silent.

        Darian smirked. "I guess we are."

        We stood by the bench. "What's bothering you?" I asked.

        Darian shrugged. "Same old, same old. Preparing for law school."

        Darian took a year off before law school, and his time off was coming to an end.

        I smacked his arm. "You got this. You're going to be a bomb-ass lawyer."

        "I just want justice, you know?" he said. "I want more guys like Aarav to be put behind bars."

        I didn't want to think about that fucker. The name Aarav was taboo in our family, for good reasons. I would never forgive him for what he did to Arya. None of us could.

        "You'll work for the people," I said. "You'll give them that justice."

        He nodded. "It's going to be tough, but I'm gonna do it."

        "Hell yeah, you will."

        "But that's the least of my concerns," he said. "My father is running for governor again."

        I resisted the urge to groan. I couldn't believe these bitches put him in power in the first place. Darian's father was okay, but he was a conservative republican, despite knowing that his son was gay.

        "I love my dad," Darian said, "but I hate his ideologies. They reek of white privilege."

        I arched a brow. "You know you have white privilege, too, right?"

        "I know," he said. "I benefit from it, but at least I acknowledge it. My father doesn't, and he's the epitome of privilege. A white, straight, cis, Christian, wealthy man. Oh, and he's healthy—physically and mentally."

        "Damn." I rubbed the back of my neck. "Must be nice."

        "I know right," Darian said with a chuckle. "A part of me really wants him to lose, and I feel like shit for it."

        "You can't help how you feel."

        "Speaking of feelings," he said. "Something's up with Kenji."

        I drank more of my water. "Like what?"

        He hesitated with a deep sigh. "I feel like I'm losing him."

        My brows furrowed. "Why do you say that?"

        Darian sat on the bench, and I sat beside him. His gaze was forward. "Something feels different. He feels different. We feel different. It's weird." He chuckled humorlessly. "We're always fighting over the simplest things. When we have sex, it's great. But we've been having less sex." I winced. "He's been more distant, and I don't think he's happy. At the same time, I don't know how to make him happy. I used to, but now, what used to work doesn't."

        He frowned before looking over at me with a forced smile. "I don't know what to say, Darian," was my response.

        "Yeah." He kept up the fake smile. "I love that boy. I've loved him for a long time, and I've wanted what we have for years. Then I finally got him. We went through shit, but I had him. Kenji was finally mine. Now, I feel like he's slipping away. I don't know which one is worse. Never having had him or having him only to lose him later." His smile was gone as his expression fell. "I don't know what I'll do if I lost Kenji."

        "You're not going to," I reassured him. "You love Kenji. Kenji loves you. You'll get through this."

        "Is that enough?" he asked. "Love?"

        "It's your best shot," I said.

        He watched me. "If love is enough, then why aren't you and Gabriel together?" I was taken aback by his words. "It's obvious that you both love each other. Why isn't that love enough?"

        "It's more nuanced than that," I said. "He's been hot and cold with me."

        Darian sent me a look. "Like you've been hot and cold with him?"

        "I'm not hot and cold anymore," I said. "I finally open up to let him in, and now, he's pushing me away."

        "I relate to Gabriel," Darian said.

        "Why?"

        Darian and Gabriel had nothing in common. Gabriel was the type of guy who ate salad with no dressing, and Darian was the type of guy who would throw a rock at your car if you pissed him off enough. Gabriel was refined, and Darian was rugged. Hell yeah, they had nothing in common.

        "Gabriel obviously wants you, just like how I obviously wanted Kenji," Darian said.

        "He can have me."

        "Romantically?"

        I didn't respond.

        I didn't want to think about it. Deciphering my feelings for Gabriel was mentally exhausting, and it only put tension between me and Gabriel. We were in a good place now. I didn't want to fuck it up.

        "Gabriel doesn't want your dick." Darian paused. "At least, he doesn't only want your dick, but that's all you're offering him."

        "He likes my dick," I joked.

        Darian thought about it. "Your dick is pretty nice."

        We busted into laughter. My relationship with Darian was interesting. I didn't have any other friend like him.

        "Anyway," Darian continued, "you aren't giving him what he wants, just like Kenji wasn't giving me what I wanted. But Kenji had an excuse. Not only was he dating a girl, but he was figuring things out. We've known each other pretty much our whole lives, but that was his first time having romantic feelings for me. It was probably confusing. You don't have an excuse." I playfully glared at him. "Deep down, you know how you feel about Gabriel. There's not much to be confused about."

        "It's not that simple."

        Gabriel was amazing, and I loved his smile, his laugh, his intelligence, his quirks, how he rambled with people he didn't know, how he could be submissive in bed but fierce out of the bedroom, the way he made me feel, and so much more. I was with him for years because I loved him. We worked. It was simpler, and it made sense.

        Now, I wasn't so sure.

        "It can be simple," Darian said. "I don't know how many times I have to say this, but the love of your live is back. How many people get to say that?"

        I stood up and smacked his arm. "Let's finish this trail."

        He stood up, and I was already jogging. "Gyan."

        I glanced back at him. "Keep up, slowpoke."

        He jogged to catch up to me, and we were done with our conversation. Thinking about Gabriel made me want to work out more and harder. I couldn't play chess because he had my mind racing, and even swimming wasn't enough.

        As soon as I arrived at the apartment, I took a shower and got dressed. When I came into the living room that was when Gabriel came through the front door. We stared at each other. "Hey," I greeted as he closed the door.

        He approached me with caution in his steps. "Hey."

        After my outburst and our make out session, we both didn't know what to think of it. However, I did not regret it. I couldn't get enough of him, and it didn't last long enough for my liking.

        "Can we talk?" I said, and he nodded.

        We moved over to sit on the couch, and we faced each other. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked.

        "Us," I said, and he listened. "I care about you, Gabriel." He smiled. "I really do."

        "What's the 'but?'"

        I gathered my thoughts. "I can't give you a relationship."

        His bright expression was gone. "Because of Anushka."

        I shook my head. "Because of me." His look became even more defeated. "It's not what you think. I'll like to be with you."

        "Just not romantically," he finished for me.

        Guilt sunk in. "I have things I have to figure out. This situation isn't black and white."

        "I know," he said. "Your father, the marriage etc."

        That was partially true, but a lot of it was on me. Something was holding me back from being with Gabriel. Something that wasn't there in college.

        "I know I'm the problem," I admitted. "This is all on me, but please be patient with me. I'm tired of this tension and back and forth banter. It's fucking exhausting."

        "I agree."

        I scooted closer to him. "Then let's stop." I cradled his cheek. "Let's be together in a way that's natural for both of us. No labels. No preconceived ideas. Let's just do it. Take it one moment at a time."

        His eyes bored through mine. "What do you want to do now?"

        There were so many things I wanted to do to Gabriel. I didn't know where to start. Luckily, he did it for me when he smashed his lips to mine. I grabbed onto him and kissed him with everything I had. I responded to every breath and caress as our tongues touched. When we stood up from the couch, my hands gripped his shirt, and I tore it apart. Gabriel gasped as the buttons scattered around his feet.

        I always hated his button-downs.

        "My shirt," he let out as I spun him around and wrapped my arms around him with his back facing me.

        I planted a kiss on his neck. "I'll buy you a new one." I freed him of the remainder of the shirt, letting it land beside our feet. I unbuckled his belt and loosened his pants as my kisses traveled along his skin. When I reached into his boxers and pulled out his dick, he gasped. When I pulled the rest of his dress pants down, and Gabriel stepped out of it, I gave him a couple strokes. He relaxed against me, leaning more of his weight on me, and I held him, fisting his cóck slowly but with enough pressure. "Let's see how fast I can get you hard."

        My lips stayed near his ear as my hands continued their travel. He gripped onto my hair with light pants as I fondled with his balls with my other hand. He made me look at him. "Why am I the only one naked?" he asked, and my hands stopped.

        I let him go, so he could turn around, and he started with his hands on my upper thighs. They pushed my shirt up with their ascend up my abdomen. Before he could pull it all the way, I finished the job for him by discarding it, and he worked on my jeans. When we were both naked, we stared into each other's eyes. He ran his hands up my arms before stopping at my collarbone. Then he came down, feeling along my chest and abdomen with his eyes tracing the travel of his hands. His hands were moderate-size with soft palms. When his eyes moved up to mine, his expression was unreadable. His hands stayed on my chest as we watched each other.

        Before I could say anything, he wrapped his arms around me and crushed his body to mine. I was taken aback, but when his head rested on my chest, I held him back. "Gabriel." He held me tighter, sniffling more than usual. "Gabriel, what's wrong?" I played with his hair, trying to soothe him.

        "Nothing." His voice came out strained. When he pulled back to look at me, he had that look. The one unique to him and that always left me weak. "I just want this moment to be all about us," he said. "No one else. Nothing else. No company. No Anushka. No fighting." His exhale was shaky. "I want this moment to be for us."

        We continued to look into each other's eyes, and I brushed his hair back. "Your hair is always in your eyes."

        The look persisted. "Should I cut it?"

        I shook my head. "I like your hair like this." His hair was so soft and beautiful, and I loved his curls. I leaned down to his level. "It's just you, Gabriel."

        His lips were back on mine, with more fervor, as he led us back to the couch. When the back of my knee hit the sofa, I sat down, and Gabriel straddled me, holding onto the back of the couch as our lips and tongue moved together. My hands roamed his body, running along his back, caressing his chest, and lingering on his ass. My mind wandered, and my lust grew the longer I felt it in my hands.

        All I could think about was what it would have been like to fuck him again. I hadn't been inside of him in over five years.

        I groaned against his lips at the thought, and Gabriel pulled away. One of my hands grabbed a fistful of his hair, holding him close while I ran my lips along his jaw and neck.

        He moaned with his head thrown back. I held him with my other arm. "I shouldn't be doing this," he said with his eyes closed as I massaged his scalp.

        I moved my kisses to his collarbone. "Why not?"

        Our eyes met. "I should be stronger," he said. "I should be resisting you."

        I kissed along his cheek as his grip tightened on the couch. "Do you want to resist me?" One of my hands moved down to grab his ass again, and he released a short breath. "Do you, Gabriel?" Our lips were almost touching, but I kept the distance to make a point. "Answer me." I ran my nails up his back and into his hair, making him shudder.

        "No," he let out. "I should, but I don't want to." I kissed him briefly before pulling away. I pulled his head back and kissed up his neck to his chin.

        "Should I stop?" I mumbled against his skin.

        He groaned. "No," he said as I pulled him closer to me. "I don't want you to stop."

        I released him, and his hands came down from the couch. I began to run my fingers along his skin. He shook slightly as the pads of my fingers slid along his skin. His arms, his back and chest, and I stopped at his face. "I don't know why you feel so self-conscious about your body," I said.

        Gabriel was always insecure about the way he looked compared to me. I never understood it, and I still didn't.

        I caressed his cheeks. "You're beautiful." Our gazes met. "Your body is beautiful." My thumb traced his lips. "I want you, just the way you are."

        Gabriel was gorgeous. His skin, his hair, his lips and eyes, all of it made him the person that he was. Darian described it best. Gabriel was hot in a "boyish-manish" way.

        He grabbed my thumb into his mouth, and he kept it there as we held eye contact. It was one of the sexiest sights I'd ever seen.

        My other hand moved down to his còck, and I brushed my fingers along his length. I ran them up and down his member, and it twitched slightly. I grinned before bringing my lips to his ear. "I love your cóck," I said as I grabbed a hold of him. "It's so responsive to me."

        I jerked him off, faster than before but with just as much care. He wrapped his arms around me with a moan, and he buried his face into my neck. I spat into my hand to make my motions slicker, and his sounds increased with the new lubrication. My pace persisted, but the position of my hand was awkward, and I wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible.

        I wanted to show him how much he wanted me. How much I wanted him.

        I released him. "Get up." I helped him get off my lap. "Lay on the couch."

        He didn't hesitate to lay on the couch for me, with his arms above his head. It was a sexy position. I got on the couch, sitting on my feet with my legs in a v-shape, and I placed Gabriel's legs on my thighs. His cóck was rock hard and easily accessible. I added some more spit before stroking him some more. He held onto the arm of the couch as I used both hands to work his cóck. My gaze alternated between his face and his dick. I smeared the pre-cum along the head of his cóck, and I moved my hands in a twisting motion along his base. He continued to make sounds with his eyes closed, and I couldn't have that.

        "Look at me." He did, fighting to keep his eyes open. "I want to see your eyes when you come."

        "Gyan," he moaned when I brought my hand up and flicked his tip with my thumb. He continued to release pre-cùm, which made things easier. His skin was getting redder as his eyes became hooded. "I can't." I increased my pace and added more pressure, making him groan from the increased intensity. "Gyan." I loved him saying my name. I could listen to it all day. "I can't keep my eyes open." I ran my nails down his thigh, watching the skin get paler from my nails only to return to its original color.

        "Yes, you can," I said, slowing my motions. He groaned. "Do it, or I won't let you come." He whimpered. I flicked my wrists with each motion, and the sound of my palms on the thin skin of his cock became more prominent. "And you know I want you to come." I lifted one of his legs to kiss along the inner skin. My hold on Gabriel became tighter, and he moaned at the change. I let go of his leg to focus on his cóck. He was watching me this time, never looking away. "How does that feel?"

        His skin was slicker. "Good," he said with heavy pants. "Really good." I coated my palms with spit before clasping them together to create a seal. I grabbed his còck in that seal and began to move my hands up and down. Gabriel cried out.

        "You like that?" I asked, making the seal tighter and moving at a fast pace. His noises got louder as it became harder for him to look at me. "Does that feel good?" He nodded. "No, not good enough." My thumbs caressed his tip. "Answer me."

        "Yes!" he yelled. "It feels good." I twisted my hands back and forth. "Oh God..."

        "Say my name," I demanded, fisting him with the same pressure and speed.

        "Gyan," he whimpered.

        "Again, and louder."

        "Gyan!" He groaned when one hand focused on his balls while the other ran up and down his length.

        "Good," I said while moving up and down the whole length of his còck. "That's who's making you feel good."

        He widened his legs, giving me the opportunity to run one hand along the inside of his thighs, and I would cup his balls each time I reached them. His rosebud was right there, but I resisted, knowing there was a next time.

        "I'm gonna—"

        Before he could finish, I changed my position to kneel on the couch, and I bent over to take him into my mouth. He thrusted his hips up, going deeper down my throat. I resisted the urge to gag and focused on relaxing my muscles as I took him in. I kept my mouth in a tight seal as I sucked him in and out of my mouth.

        "Shit, Gyan..." He continued to look at me, and I didn't look away, even as I moved with enough rigor to get him off quickly. I wanted to see him come. Come in a way only I could make him. One of his legs hung off the couch while the other one rested on the back of it. 

        I ran my tongue down to his balls before coming back up to the tip, and I flicked my tongue along the sensitive head before taking him in. He shook slightly the more I worked his cóck, and that motivated me to work harder. I added my hands into the motion. My tongue, mouth, lips and hands worked together to stroke, lick, brush and kiss his còck.

        My cock was as hard as it could get and Gabriel's noises and the feel of him was working on me, and I needed a release soon.

        When I put Gabriel's shaft between my two palms and sucked downwards before coming back up, he yelled, "Fuck!" That was all the warning I got before his come shot down my throat, coming out in bursts while Gabriel stiffened beneath me, groaning as his orgasm washed over him. I caught all of it and swallowed in one big gulp as Gabriel's expression of pleasure increased my arousal, along with the tremors that ran through his body as his climax progressed. "Gyan," he whimpered at the end before relaxing into the couch, his chest rising and falling.

        I got off him and moved up the couch to hover above his head. One of my knees rested beside his shoulder while my other leg was on the floor. I pumped my cóck as his face was right beneath it. He took my balls into his mouth and sucked on them while my fist didn't relent on my shaft. His mouth was warm, and all I could think about was his expression of pleasure and the noises he made because of what I did. All I could think about was how incredible fucking him would be. How his soft, slick skin easily slid along my fingertips. When he took over from my hands, stroking me at his own pace, I groaned. I didn't know if his hands felt good or if the fact that he was doing this made it better.

        "Fück my mouth," he said, making the air almost get stuck in my throat. "I want you to fùck my mouth and then I want your cùm."

        He was so fucking sexy.

        With that, I positioned myself, and he gladly took me in. My hands rested on the couch as my legs supported me, and I began to move my hips. His warm mouth would surround me, only for me to pull out of it and repeat the motion. The contrast of warmth and the coolness of the apartment made my come travel faster. His hands clasped onto my ass, and he held on as I moved in and out of this mouth.

        I grunted. "Your mouth feels incredible, Gabriel." He moaned, and it went straight through my cóck. I groaned. I stopped and pulled myself out of his mouth. "Suck me off." He was quick to listen and take me back into his mouth. "You're perfect."

        I watched him bob and suck, the spit glistening along my shaft, and he kissed the tip before taking the head into his mouth to suck on it. I groaned, and I grabbed his head and shoved my cóck down his throat. He gagged, but I knew he liked that. I was fucking his mouth with new vigor. I rested a fist on the couch, and I used the other to grab his head. He was still, allowing me to use his mouth as I pleased for my pleasure. The thought alone made me that much closer to orgasm.

        I grunted with my head thrown back as Gabriel made noises that vibrated along my còck. It started from the tip, ran down my shaft and seeped into my balls with each pulse of his sounds. When he stopped my thrust with his hold on my ass, he took as much of me into his mouth as he could. He sucked and moaned against me, and I was done for.

        "Gabriel!" I hollered as my come sprayed out of me, and he took each spurt, sucking it out of me as I was bombarded with sensations. The pleasure coursing through my veins, Gabriel's mouth, both the warmth and the suction, and knowing Gabriel was the one causing these feelings and sensations. Having his mouth, his sounds and his presence made everything more intense. I grunted as my release flowed through me and came out in thick ropes of come. "Gabriel." My voice was softer as my body felt weaker from my orgasm. I stood up before I could fall on him, and I sat next to him as he sat up.

        We both stared ahead, catching our breaths. Before I could speak, Gabriel stood up and sat on my lap with his back to me. I smirked as I wrapped my arms around him. I rested my chin on his shoulder. "You always liked me holding you like this."

        My softening cóck rested between my stomach and his back. "I like feeling you against me." He smirked at me. "All of you."

        I chuckled before my expression darkened as we looked at each other. "Do you still want to resist me?"

        He didn't answer immediately. "I can't." The look returned. "Even if I wanted to."

        A smile tugged on my lips, but his look didn't ease up. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"I asked.

        He searched my eyes. "We'll have to see." I frowned, not liking his answer. "It'll depend on what happens."

        I kissed his shoulder. "I don't care what happens. I'm not letting you go."

        I didn't care about romance or anything related to the outside world. All that mattered was Gabriel and our moment.

        He looked back at me. "You said it yourself. It doesn't matter what you want." All I could do was watch him silently. "I can't resist you, but I don't know if I can have you either."

        I didn't know what to say. I wanted Gabriel. I didn't understand the full extent of that want, but I couldn't give him up. Not for my father or Anushka or my responsibilities. At the same time, I didn't know how many choices I had.

        In this moment, it was just us.

        But in the real world, there was more than us.

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* Gabriel and Gyan finally hooked up again! I was getting tired of writing about them and other people. What do you guys think is in store for Gyan and Gabriel? Kenji and Darian?