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Gyan and I hadn't spoken much for the past couple days. I wasn't surprised, after all that was said. I still couldn't fathom the idea of Gyan marrying a woman. I knew I hurt him and all, but this was to the extreme.

Or maybe it had nothing to do with me.

Either way, it was an awful idea. I didn't want to envision some woman saying her vows to him, or them making love and having kids. It was sickening to imagine. Most of all, I wanted what was best for him. It didn't matter if he treated the situation with nonchalance.

He would never be happy marrying a woman.

I couldn't take the silence anymore, so I marched into Gyan's room to catch him reading a novel.

I stood in the doorway with my head against the door frame. "Let me guess." His eyes traveled to me. "Tom Clancy?"

He fought a smile. Gyan loved Tom Clancy's novels. They were some of his favorites. That was one thing I loved about Gyan. He wasn't just an athlete. He was also an intellect. Things were never black or white with him. He had dimensions.

"Yeah," Gyan said. "You remember."

"You're not the only one who remembers a lot."

He placed his novel down and swung his legs over, so they would hang off the bed. "What do you want?"

"Can't I just want to talk?"

"Yeah," he said, "but you want something. You're dressed up."

"I'm always dressed up."

"True," he agreed.

People always pointed out my style of dress. I almost always wore button-down shirts with dress pants and dress shoes. That was my casual attire. For something a little more professional, I always went for a nice tux. I was never one for jeans, shorts, t-shirts etc. I only wore them to bed.

"Come with me to the fair," I said. "It'll be fun."

There was a fair in the parking lot of Shirley Heights' largest mall, and I wanted to go. Gyan coming with me would have made it even better.

He winced, thinking it over. "No, thanks," he said. "I think I'll just stay in. Read. Maybe play some chess."

"Who's going to look out for me then?" I asked, sending him an innocent look. His expression softened. "Do you want me to go all by myself?"

If it was any other bloke, they would have told me that I was twenty-seven, and I was a grown man who could take care of himself. They would be right.

But this was Gyan.

"Fine," he said as he stood up and walked to his closet. "Not that you can't take care of yourself, but just to be safe." He took out a shirt before removing the one he was wearing. I tried not to stare, but his six pack coated in brown skin had my face heating up. I reminded myself to keep breathing as he put the new shirt on. When Gyan glanced my way, I looked away. "You can be naïve sometimes."

"Naïve?" I asked while he put on his shoes.

He nodded as he walked over to me. "You're book smart, but street smarts? Not so much."

"I beg to differ."

"It doesn't matter," he said as we turned to head for the front door. "That's why I'm here."

We smiled at each other, and that was all I needed to lift my spirits as we went to the fair. There were a lot of people there—probably because it was evening time. Gyan and I moved through the crowd of people as my eyes landed on the funnel cake stand.

"Let's get some," I told him, and he shook his head.

"Do you really want to eat right before you get on those rides?"

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't rebut him. "Okay. Where do you want to go first?"

He smirked. "The highest ride."

So that was what we did. Gyan wanted to sit as close to the front as possible, and I struggled to keep my eyes opened as we were swayed and swung around. Gyan's arms where up, and he was shouting with joy while I fought the urge to scream in fear. That was the weirdest part. I got scared easily, but I loved roller coaster rides and horror movies. While I was experiencing them, I would regret my decision, but once it was over, I would be glad that I did it.

We went on rides back to back. Gyan was grinning and pointing out the ones we should ride next. I smiled as I watched him. He was hesitant to come, but here he was having a blast. When I could, I would hold onto his arm as we rode each ride. Holding him felt safe, even with the fear building in me.

Gyan laughed when we came back from one of the rides. "That was amazing," he said before grinning at me. "Are you sure you don't want us to buy the picture?"

I shook my head. "I'm sure." I could only imagine what my face looked like as I screamed for dear life. "But it was fun."

He stopped and looked at me. "I'm glad I came."

I smiled. "I'm glad you came, too." That was when I spotted the Ferris wheel. "Come on." I grabbed his arm and led him to the line.

"This will be fun," he said as we waited in line. "After this, I'll treat you to some funnel cake," he whispered into my ear, making me fight the urge to shudder. "You always did like funnel cake." He pulled away as if he wasn't inches away from me.

"I'll like that," I said.

When we reached the front, we got in with Gyan and I facing each other. When the wheel began to move, I said, "Can you sit next to me?" He glanced my way. "I don't like you being so far away."

He hesitated, as if deep in thought, but one look at me, and he stood up to sit beside me. I smiled, but he didn't return it. "Are you okay?" I asked.

He nodded with his eyes forward. "Why are we here, Gabriel?"

"I like Ferris wheels," I said. "I thought you did, too."

"No," Gyan said, "why are we at this fair?"

I shrugged. "It's fun, and I just... I wanted an excuse to hang out with you."

Our gazes met. "Why?" he asked.

"I miss you," I said. "Things have been awkward and weird with us." I turned my body towards him. "I'm sorry I overstepped with your marriage arrangement."

He smirked. "You use that word a lot, don't you? 'Overstep?'"

"I'm serious," I said. "You have every right to blow up on me because what I did was wrong. You meant the world to me, and I just threw it all away and never looked back." He would avert his eyes, but they always came back. "The reason I stayed away was because I didn't know how to come back." He rose a brow. "I already hurt you, and I couldn't face you. It didn't help that I had built a life for myself in Sydney. That made it easier for me to hide from what I did."

"Why did you come back then?" he asked. "If you were so scared to face me, you didn't come back willingly."

We were at the top, and I took in the view of the sparkling lights and the miniature people below. "I got fired," I finally said.

Gyan's brows knitted together. "Fired for what?"

I swallowed. "Theft."

Gyan's eyes widened. "There's no way you'll steal something. You're not a thief."

I chuckled nervously. "Tell my bosses that."

Gyan's features softened. "Gabriel."

"I worked at an auction house. Barkley's," I said. "I was good at my job, and my bosses loved me. Then one of the items went missing. Based on the tapes, I was the last one to see it, but the tapes after that tape of me vanished. Someone else probably came after me, but we don't know for sure."

"Something doesn't sound right," he said.

"So," I continued, "one of my bosses did a surprise inspection. They came into each of our offices and searched. I was at ease because I knew there was nothing to hide." I took in a deep breath. "Then they found the bracelet in one of my drawers." Gyan's eyes went round. "I couldn't believe it. I didn't take it, and I certainly wouldn't have been stupid enough to keep it at work."

"That's fucked up," Gyan said, and I nodded.

"My bosses fired me," I said, "and according to them, that was 'going easy' on me because they could have called the cops. I guess they're right."

"But you didn't do it," Gyan said.

"Sometimes, it doesn't matter," I said. "Life isn't always fair. You may work your ass off for something but that doesn't mean you're going to keep it."

Gyan rested his elbows on his knees. "So, that's why you came back?"

"I was embarrassed," I said. "I lost my job. Most of my mates work at Barkley's. They wouldn't see me the same. And I was tired of hiding in Sydney. I needed to come home."

Gyan shook his head in thought. "I'm sorry, Gabriel."

"Maybe not," I said. "At least, I'm back. I can make things right between us."

He cleared his throat. "I guess."

No, he was pulling away again. I didn't know what to expect. One second Gyan would warm up and the next he was cold again.

        When the Ferris wheel ride ended, he went through with his promise, and he got me funnel cake. We sat on one of the benches and ate it before I grabbed his arm and led him to another ride. It was called "Gravity." I didn't understand why until we got in and our feet came off the floor. People were rotating their bodies as we were pressed against the wall with no sense of gravity, and Gyan was moving along the wall to try out the different ways to defy gravity. The concept was intriguing, but the execution was intense, like the pressure in my head.

After it was done, Gyan clasped a hand on my shoulder. "That was awesome." The heaviness stayed in my head as my throat constricted. "Hey." Gyan stood in front of me and made me look at him. "You okay?"

Before I could open my mouth, I felt it coming out. I ran to the nearest trashcan and emptied my stomach out, hoping Gyan wouldn't see me. Before I could stand straight, I emptied it some more. It continued to happen even as I felt a hand on my back.

"It's okay," Gyan said. "You'll be okay."

When I could finally stand up straight without puking, I turned away from Gyan. "Stay away."

"Hey." He caught up to me and stayed close. "I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

"This is embarrassing," I said. "I want to leave."

"Okay." Gyan placed his arm around me, and I instantly felt safer. "Let's go then."

What a great night...that I ruined. Gyan helped me get into the front seat, and he reached over me before handing me a piece of gum. "Here," he said. "It may help with the nausea."

My face was hot as I chewed the gum. "I'm so attractive now, aren't I?" I chuckled. "Puking all over the place."

"Gabriel." Gyan grabbed my chin and made me look at him. "Why're you acting so embarrassed around me? I'm not a stranger."

I said nothing, so he put my seat belt on me and closed the door before walking over to the driver side. The gum did help with the nausea.

"Remember Joanne's party?" Gyan said as we drove back to the flat. "The first time you got drunk." I laughed. I almost forgot about that. "You were so wasted that you kept puking your guts out. And who had to deal with that?" I pointed at him while he pointed at himself. "This guy. You were so drunk that you had to stay in my dorm for me to take care of you."

"You barely slept."

I remembered now. Gyan took me away from the party, and we went back to his dorm. It was anything but a peaceful night.

"You kept throwing up throughout the night," he said, "so I had to be with you."

"You didn't have to," I pointed out.

He smiled at me. "I wanted to." I returned his smile. "Then we had to deal with the hangover the next day."

"You gave me water and aspirin, and you cooked for us. Even helped me take a shower because I was so out of it."

We chuckled as we exchanged glances. Gyan did take care of me. He always had my back.

"I don't want you to ever feel embarrassed around me." He parked in the parking space of the flat before turning in his seat to face me. "I've seen you at your worst, your best, your most unpleasant, all of it. Don't treat me like a stranger."

I nodded. "Thanks for reminding me."

"Come on, let's go."

We got out of the car, and Gyan placed a hand on my back as we made our way to the flat. I breathed in the fresh air of the homey flat once we entered. I loved this place. It felt more like a home than my flat in Australia ever did.

"I'm going to brush my teeth," I said as Gyan removed his jacket.

I made sure to brush it as efficiently as possible, removing all traces of what happened earlier. I took some aspirin after I was done, just to reduce the probability of another headache. When I walked out of the bathroom, I almost bumped into Gyan.

"Sorry," I said as we backed away from each other.

"It's fine," he reassured me. "I'm gonna go sleep."

"It's pretty early," I said. "Want to hang out some more?" He hesitated, and I frowned. He did that a lot. It was as if every moment with me was calculated. "You want me to be comfortable with you," I said, "so why aren't you comfortable with me?"

"I never said that," he told me. "I'm just tired."

I shortened the distance between us. "Not just that. You're always shutting me out."

He closed his eyes for a second. "Gabriel."

I placed a hand on his cheek. "Why are you so distant with me?"

He pulled away from my touch. "Gabriel—"

"Why?" I asked again. "I just want to know."  

His features hardened. "I don't want to get close."

"Why not?" I placed a hand on his arm, and he released a breath.

"I don't know what I'll do if I get too close." The look in his eyes of pure vulnerability said it all.

I returned my hand to his cheek as we stared into each other's eyes. "What if I want you to get close?"

We continued to stare at each other, with Gyan's expression unreadable. His eyes moved to my lips. "Fuck it," he said before grabbing my hair and crushing his lips to mine.

I relaxed as his lips moved against mine with a vigor I hadn't experienced in years. Before I could fully wrap my head around what was happening, he led me backwards before pressing me against the wall, his hand cupping my cheek while his other hand pressed against the wall. When I granted him entrance, his tongue tangled against mine while my hands grabbed his back and the front of his shirt.

Gyan pulled back with our breathing heavier as we stared at each other. He began to plant kisses on my face. "I've wanted to do this since you came back."

I moaned when he nibbled on my neck. I grabbed his face, so he would look at me. "I've wanted to do this since I left for Australia."

His expression changed to that of want before he smashed his lips against me, kissing me with more fervor. His lips and tongue were aggressive, and I tried to keep up, but he easily dominated the kiss. When he pulled back, he kept his lips against my cheek.

"I want you," he said in a husky voice. "I shouldn't, but I want you."

I made him look at me. "You can have me. Anyway you want."

He could do anything he wanted to me. That was how I'd always liked it.

"Gabriel," he said before closing the distance between us. His body pressed against mine as he intertwined his fingers with mine before pressing our joined hands against the wall. As we kissed, I couldn't help but notice the tightening in my dress pants and the bulge pressing against my abdomen. I moved my hand under his shirt, feeling the firmness in his back and abdomen. My fingers brushed through the hairs on his chest.

"Want me to take it off?" Gyan asked, and I nodded. "No, say it."

"I want you to take it off," I said as he kissed along my neck. "I want you to take everything off."

He put some distance between us, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled the fabric off himself. My breathing halted for a second as I took in his muscular chest. Gyan had always been fit, but he was much bigger now. He moved closer to me, and he tugged on my button-down. I began to unbutton it, but halfway through, Gyan began to unbutton the rest.

"You need to stop wearing these shirts," he said in a jovial manner. "They take forever to get off."

I chuckled as Gyan moved the shirt off my shoulders, and he worked on my pants. I kicked the pants off before removing my shoes. When I was naked, that was when I noticed Gyan staring at me. I wasn't skinny or small, but I wasn't muscular like him. I was paler, and I'd always been insecure that Gyan was the more attractive one in our relationship.

I began to make myself smaller. "Don't," Gyan said with a hand on my cheek while the other rested on my back. "I want you to look at me as I say this." I did as he told. "You're beautiful. Always have been. I told you not to be embarrassed around me. Despite everything that's happened, I'll always look out for you." He moved close to my ear. "Okay?" I nodded. "Say it. I want to hear your voice."

"Okay," I said. I began to unbuckle his belt before working on removing his jeans. When he was fully naked, I dropped to my knees and grabbed his còck in my hands. I loved holding it because it always filled my hand due to how thick he was. I hadn't seen it in a long time, and I glanced up at him. "I want your cóck." He pulled me up to my feet. "What's wrong?"

He pressed me against the wall before dropping to his knees. "I want to make it up to you."

        He began to jerk me off, and I threw my head back. I didn't know what felt better. What he was doing or the fact that he was doing it. He took me into his mouth, and I jerked with a groan. He bobbed his head, sucking along my length. His mouth was so warm—and wet. I was at his mercy because the only thing I wanted at the moment was his mouth.

        When he pulled me out of his mouth, he said, "I want to make you feel good. Do you want that?" He was jacking me off and focusing on the tip of my còck.

I shuddered. "Yes." I widened my stance.

Gyan would take me in before pulling back to suck on the head of my cock and then repeating it. He only took me out of his mouth to say, "Look at me. Don't stop looking at me."

I was back in his mouth as he bobbed his head and jerked me off with more rigor. I struggled to keep my gaze on him because all I wanted to do was close my eyes and get lost in the pleasure. When he looked up and met my gaze, I groaned at the look in his eyes. The way my cöck would enter his mouth before coming back up for him to suck along my member. He moved his tongue down my shaft before reaching my balls to suck them into his mouth. I held back a yell as he sucked on them while his hand moved up and down my length.

My hand moved down to his head, and I held it as he continued his ministrations. He took each of my balls into his mouth one by one before coming up to lick along me. Paying attention to every part of it before moving to flick his tongue against the head. His eyes stayed on me as my hold tightened on his head. He groaned, and that was when I noticed that one of his hands were between his legs, pleasuring himself. The idea brought me that much closer to orgasm.

He continued to groan against me, and the gentle vibrations made his actions more intense. My hold got tighter, and he groaned louder. He moved his tongue along the bridge of my cóck before placing the tip on his tongue as he continued to jerk me off. His tongue pressed against the underside, rubbing against it, and my knees got weaker.

"Fúck," I said, as his tongue moved around, brushing against places that made me moan. "Gyan." Then he enveloped the whole tip of my cock into his mouth, sucking on it as his hands ran along my length. "Gyan!" His noises got louder as I said his name, and I focused on him. "You like me saying your name?" He bobbed faster, taking more and more of me into his mouth with each time. I grabbed his head to halt his movements. "You like me saying your name?" I repeated.

I pulled him off me, and he took in a huge breath. "Yes," he answered with desire in his eyes. "Keep saying my name."

I brought his head back to my cōck, and he gladly engulfed me into his mouth. "Gyan," I said with a whimper. We maintained eye contact as the pleasure increased. The more time passed the more sensitive I became with each touch evoking stronger sensations of pleasure. "It feels so good." His grip tightened around me as he moved his hand in a twisting motion. Where his mouth couldn't cover, his hand did, making the sensation cover every inch of me. "I've missed your mouth."

He chuckled against me before continuing what he was doing. I obeyed him, not breaking eye contact once, and I watched the pleasure cross his face from the action of his hand. I wondered if I had the same look on my face. Watching him made the tightening spread throughout my balls, and I knew I was close.

"I'm going to come," I panted. "Stop." Gyan didn't like cùm in his mouth, so he had to pull away now because it could happen any second. But that didn't stop him, his movements and mouth increased tenfold. He sucked harder, licked and flicked his tongue more, and his hand's pace increased. "Gyan!" He continued, coercing the come out of me as the pleasure built up. "I'm going to come." He grunted deeply and drawn out before sucking on the underside of my còck, and I was done for. "Gyan!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, not caring if the neighbors heard me as streams of come spilled out of me and into his mouth.

I shuddered as my eyes stayed on his. Gyan watched as the pleasure washed through me with each spurt of come that he willingly took into his mouth. My hands and legs shook through every wave that coursed through me, and he groaned as he watched me.

When Gyan took in the last of my release, my body tried to cool down. I relied on the wall to keep me up. That was when I saw Gyan swallow. My eyes widened.

"You never swallow," I said.

He stood up with his còck rock hard. "Things change."

My eyes were preoccupied with what was between his legs. "I want to taste you."

That was the only warning he got before I got on my knees and swallowed him whole. "Gabriel," he said with a grunt as I relaxed my throat to take as much of him in as possible.

I always loved the way he filled up my mouth. I rested a hand on his thigh while the other worked his cóck. I pulled back and licked and flicked along his shaft. I took him back in, swallowing and sucking with everything I had after not having this for five years.

"Your mouth is amazing," Gyan said.

I put his hand on the back of my head, and he got the clue to start pushing my head towards his còck, making me gag in the process, but he knew not to stop. I liked it when he made me gag.

"I'm gonna come," Gyan said. He was already worked up from earlier, so I only upped my tactics to get him there. I ran my tongue along the underside of his còck while my hands applied more pressure. Gyan groaned. Then I took the head of his còck into my mouth and sucked with my cheeks hallowed in. "Gabriel!"

He exploded into my mouth, and I created a tight seal to catch it all as he grunted through his orgasm. I glanced up at him to watch the pleasure cross over his face while he struggled to maintain eye contact with me. I continued bobbing to prolong his release while I swallowed his come.

"Fûck," Gyan said as the last of his orgasm subsided. I licked him clean, but even when he was clean, I kept licking and kissing along his shaft, not getting enough of him. Gyan chuckled, and I looked up at him. "Trying to get me ready for another round?"

I continued running my tongue along him. "What can I say?" I said in-between licks. "I'm addicted to your còck."

He smirked, but it was true. I was addicted to every part of him. I didn't know if it was just me or if it was the distance between us for all those years. We had been together for almost four years, but everything felt new. His touch. My desire for him. It was all exciting. I stood up as Gyan stared at me, his expression changing. It was unreadable as he continued to watch me, as if in deep thought.

Then he pressed his back against the wall with his fingers running through his hair. "Fùck," he said, looking forward.

"What's wrong?" I moved to stand beside him. When he slid down the wall to sit, I did so as well with my eyes on him. "Gyan, talk to me." He continued to stare ahead, so I linked my arm with his. He tensed up, making my expression drop. "What's going on? I really enjoyed what we did." His jaw tensed up, but I rested my head on his shoulder. He relaxed. "Didn't you?"

He was silent. Then he stood up, freeing himself from my grasp. I stood up, too, as Gyan grabbed his clothes. "You should probably put your clothes back on."

I stayed immobile, watching him. "Did I do something?"

That was amazing. Touching him and being touched by him felt so natural. I didn't realize how much I missed us until that moment.

"Just put your clothes on," Gyan said as he got dressed. I continued to stare at him, speechless. "Why are you giving me that look?"

"I thought we—"

"Don't," he said with a hand up. "Get dressed, and I'll see you in the morning."

He turned to leave. "Gyan," I said, stopping him. "Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

I didn't want this moment to end.

He didn't answer immediately. "That's not a good idea," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

And he left. He left me in the hallway, naked and confused. So many emotions went through me that I couldn't decipher them all. There was one thing that was clear.

I could never be just friends with Gyan.

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* In Loving a Goon, Kenji and Darian hooked up in chapter 7. In this story, Gyan and Gabriel hooked up in chapter 7. The irony. What do you guys think of this chapter?