Second Chances (5 page)

“My eyes are working perfectly. You honestly don’t see it, do you?” Gil stared at him, the smile had slipped a little.

Miles groaned. The light sprinkling of hair and the pleasure trail heading south made his cock even fuller. Even though he’d lost weight, his bloody jeans were still too tight. The sleeves of the shirt were still wrapped around Gil’s arms. Miles twisted them around, trapping Gil’s hands behind his back and leaned in to lick his nipple. He glanced up and saw that the smile had disappeared. In its place, Gil’s pupils had grown larger, blacker. He stopped licking for a moment. “You like that?” For answer, Gil arched toward him and growled an affirmative, his eyes glittering with lust.

Sometimes having a few pounds weight advantage came in handy. Miles twisted the shirt even tighter and placed his arm into the small of Gil’s back, stretching him backwards as he latched onto the other nipple, rolling it around in his mouth, biting sharply. Gil moaned and gasped as he did so.

Miles brought his free hand down and cupped Gil’s package, squeezing and stroking it as he sucked on the nipple. Gil bucked under his touch, but his hands weren’t struggling to break free although Miles could feel the tension there. Somehow, he managed to undo the button of Gil’s dress trousers with one hand and pull down the zip. Gil’s cock was struggling to escape his boxers so Miles set it free. A drop of pre-cum sparkled at the tip. The sight of it drew another groan from Miles. He sank to knees that were almost unable to bear his weight anymore and drew the glistening head into his mouth.

This was one hell of a ride. Gil’s brain had disengaged when Miles had squeezed his cock. He had known about the doctor’s dominant personality, had thought more than once that he was probably bossy in bed, but this? Then the wet heat of Miles’ mouth closed around him and coherent thought fled completely.

Miles swallowed Gil’s cock and didn’t care that he seemed to be moaning louder than Gil was. It seemed years, was years since he’d been able to let himself go like this. To suck, heck feast on cock, and not any cock, but Gil’s cock. Some part of him must have been lusting after the man even though the sane part had been denying the attraction. Now it was here in his mouth he couldn’t get enough of it. He tightened his lips around the nice sized girth and drew back, relishing the feel of the hard length as it passed through his lips until just the tip rested inside his mouth, his tongue lazily exploring under the foreskin, tracing the head. He glanced up, searching Gil’s face for some sort of sign that he was enjoying this as much as Miles was. Gil’s eyes were shut though, his head tipped backwards, mouth open slightly, gasping.

God, he looked like a fucking angel. Miles stroked the smooth skin of his hip a couple of times then tightened his grip, preventing Gil from thrusting forward as he swallowed his cock all the way down. For a second Miles just stayed there, his nose buried in the hairs at the base, inhaling the musky smell he loved so much, then he pulled back to the tip and sucked him in again, gradually picking up the pace as his body started to remember his old tricks. How to suck cock like a pro.

Some part of Gil’s brain was telling him he shouldn’t submit so completely to this, that he should object to being restrained and should challenge for dominance, or at least equality. But another part of him, the compassionate empathic side, knew Miles probably needed it this way. It was the way he was, and with a slight shock, Gil realised he was probably only now seeing the real person. Miles was being totally honest with him for the first time since they had met. If Gil couldn’t accept that, then they had no business being together. It didn’t change the fact that he desperately wanted to run his hands through Miles’ hair and thrust his hips into that amazing heat.

Miles moaned as he swallowed. The tip of Gil’s cock was lodged deep. How long had he denied himself this? This feeling of being so close to another man. He sucked hard and was rewarded by spurts of cum flooding down his throat. Gil’s hips jerked under his touch. Vaguely he became aware that Gil was struggling to get free.

Miles let go of the shirt, releasing Gil’s trapped hands and dropped back on his heels. Gil’s cock making a soft plop as it fell out of his mouth. Miles licked his lips and swallowed, but was too afraid to look at the younger man’s face. When he’d arrived in Haven Falls, Miles had looked like the wild Man from Borneo, now he had acted like it. Shit.

Gil couldn’t move. He was struggling to bring his breathing under control for one thing, for another he was trying to engage the higher functions of his brain. He felt as though his legs might collapse if he didn’t sit down. Then again, he felt like he might collapse if he moved at all, so he stayed standing. He flexed his shoulders and was sure he heard something pop back into place. When he could finally manage coherent thought, he wondered at Miles’ lack of response and looked down.

“Sorry,” Miles muttered, addressing the floor.

There it was again. What was the matter with the man? He seemed almost…submissive in his posture, his body language as apologetic as his words. Gil sank to his knees beside Miles and cupped his chin, lifting his face so that their eyes met. Leaning in, Gil kissed him again, a soft kiss, undemanding. “Miles,” he said gently, “what’s wrong?”

Miles blinked back a tear at the gentleness of Gil’s touch. In some ways the contrast making his own rough love-making even more reprehensible. He tried to turn his head away, but Gil’s fingers tightened. Miles swallowed; the taste of Gil’s cum lingered at the back of his mouth. “I feel… “ the words seemed to dry up in his throat. “I forced you…” Miles swallowed again, and closed his eyes, unable to look any longer into the warmth of Gil’s brown ones. “I’m sorry. I’m not normally as rough as that. I shouldn’t… I just couldn’t help myself.”

Gil chuckled. “Did you see me struggling? Did I tell you to stop? I’ve seen more honesty tonight than you’ve ever shown me, Miles. You needed that as much as I did. If I hadn’t enjoyed it, do you really think I’d have let you do it? Do you think I’m such a pushover?” Without warning, Gil wrapped his arms round Miles and threw his weight forward.

Caught by surprise, Miles felt himself toppling backwards. Soon he was sprawled on the floor with Gil’s body pinning him down. He stared at Gil for a few seconds, guilt churning his gut, relaxing only when he noticed the glint of amusement dancing in the younger man’s eyes.

“Just so you know you don’t call the shots entirely…old man. Look, Miles, stop apologising. If I hadn’t wanted you to do what you did, I hope you believe me now, I wouldn’t have allowed you to.”

Miles growled and rubbed his still hard groin up against Gil. “So, I didn’t need to render you immobile to give you a BJ?” He wriggled a bit more. Gil’s weight and heat making him even harder than he’d been before. The sight and touch of his bare chest almost as intoxicating as a carton of beer. Heck, he’d nearly come himself just from sucking the man off. “Sure you wouldn’t like me to tie you up properly next time?” He gave Gil’s butt a quick slap.

“What’s the matter? Do you think I’m going to bolt or something?” Gil grinned. “Maybe I should be the one to punish you, after that little display?” He shoved a knee between Miles’ legs and thrust his hips forward, grinding his rapidly hardening erection into Miles’ hip. Damn, so soon? When was the last time he had been so aroused?

The groan came from deep inside Miles, and he shuddered, Gil’s words making his cock twitch at the thought. Rope. Bondage. Maybe one day.

“You know, you are wearing entirely too many clothes,” Gil observed.

“What are you going to do about that?” Miles grinned. “I’m sort of trapped here and can’t do much, oh Lord and Master.”

“Yeah, like I believe that? Lord and Master? You’re not very submissive…” Gil’s expression changed, losing the fun and turning entirely more serious. He rolled off Miles and stood up, extending one hand to him, hanging onto the waistband of his open trousers with the other. “Come on, let’s take this upstairs….”

“So, do I get to fuck you now?” Miles asked, half joking and half serious. Gil’s butt had attracted him from the start. He found it hard to believe the opportunity to possess it had presented itself.

“You want to? I must admit I had you pinned as a top, a bossy bottom at the very least.”

“Takes one to know one,” Miles muttered with a grin, meekly following Gil out of the living room, their hands still joined. He dug in his heels at the doorway of his room. Gil turned towards him with an enquiring look in his eyes. “Damn, I don’t have any condoms,” Miles sheepishly admitted.

“Good job one of us was a boy scout then?” Gil replied gently and tugged him down the corridor into his own room where he knelt on the bed, deliberately displaying his ass, and rummaged in the night stand drawer. He tossed a foil packet and a small tube over and rolled onto his back in invitation. “You are still wearing too many clothes,” he observed.

Miles ignored the comment and reached for one of Gil’s shod feet, deftly undoing the laces. His groin was rock hard, but he was determined to take this slower, even if it killed him. He tossed the first shoe over his shoulder and peeled off Gil’s sock, watching Gil’s face as he stroked the bare foot underneath a few times. Gil snatched his foot away. Ticklish, huh? He’d have to remember that. Miles repeated the action with the other shoe and then worked his hands up the sides of Gil’s legs, enjoying the feel of firm hard muscle underneath his hands. A pang of guilt hit him briefly as he remembered how thin and frail Darren had got before he died. He shook his head, willing those thoughts away. Reaching the open waistband he peeled the trousers and boxers down in one smooth motion and threw them on the floor. Now Gil lay totally naked on the bed.

The perfection of his body made the breath catch in Miles’ throat. So young, so healthy. Already Gil’s cock was stirring again, thickening as he stared at it. In some ways he just wanted to devour it again, but he forced himself to stand straight. He didn’t take his eyes off Gil as he slowly removed his own clothes. His excess weight and pale skin was such a stark contrast, it almost felt sacrilegious to put them side by side, but he needed to feel skin on skin, to be really close.

Gil watched Miles get undressed, watched as he revealed himself, bit by bit, almost reluctant in some way. Gil had seen the fleeting look of pain cross his face, gone as swiftly as it had appeared, but noted never-the-less. He felt it was to be expected and understood. He didn’t expect the man to forget Darren, just hoped he didn’t see him when he looked at Gil. He knew the two of them didn’t look alike, which was a plus, but Gil had to admit he had no idea how Miles’ mind was working at the moment.

Miles slid upwards so he was above Gil, knees between his outstretched legs, resting on elbows planted on the bed, his body held just inches away. The compassion in the young man’s eyes churned in his gut. He didn’t want pity. Didn’t want Gil feeling he was doing this as a favor, a pity fuck. He wanted him to enjoy it. He closed his eyes and kissed Gil as tenderly as he had been kissed just moments before. The young man gave of himself all the time, caring for the people he collected in his ambulance, always wanting to do the best job he could for them. Even though his desire to follow rules riled Miles like crazy sometimes, he could still appreciate why he did it. He pressed his lips against Gil’s again, revelling in their softness then started to work his way down.

Gil employed his hands on Miles’ skin, running his fingers across his ribs and over his shoulders, mapping bones and muscle beneath his fingertips. He ran them up through Miles’ hair, back down to pinch and roll each nipple. He had to admit it was good to be on a bed, at least his legs couldn’t collapse beneath him this time. Miles’ lips on his skin felt amazingly good, the man’s warmth and weight against him almost intoxicating.

“Not squashing you am I?” Miles drew back and took all his weight on his knees, running his hands over Gil’s smooth skin until they reached his hips. He lifted one leg and pressed soft kisses on the inside as he propped it over one shoulder, repeating the action with the other side. A soft chuckle met his suggestion which turned into a moan. Now Gil’s butt was lifted slightly off the bed, his cock once again filled, the head poking through the foreskin. Miles brought his own cock up next to it and stroked the two together, noting there wasn’t much difference between them in size and length. Thanks to the barbaric protocols of the doctors when he’d been born though, his cock had been cut. Thankfully, nowadays, the staff in the maternity hospitals were more enlightened. He glanced up and caught Gil watching him, his bottom lip caught under his teeth. “Is this pace better?”

Gil nodded, moaning softly. This pace was incredible. “Miles, I just hope you’re not planning to go this slow all night…”

“I just may.” Miles winked at him and leaned down to capture one of Gil’s balls in his mouth, rolling it around a few times before releasing it, then he ran the tip of his tongue down the taint heading for Gil’s hole. Realising what he was about to do, Gil’s fingers flexed in his hair and he groaned, his back arching, hips lifting.

The musky smell, made Miles even harder. In some ways he wanted to just let go and pound the living daylights out of Gil, but he’d probably already half scared him off with the rough blow job. If he wanted a repeat performance, he had to make this so good that Gil would want to come back for more. The little devil inside him wondered if he was just trying to drive all thoughts of other lovers Gil might have had out of his brain. Nah, he wasn’t the jealous type, was he? Miles drove his tongue into Gil’s hole as his brain finally admitted he definitely was, big time. Green as Kermit and probably just as frog-like sometimes. A toad. Gil may have kissed him, but he certainly hadn’t turned into a poncy prince.