Begin
Gabe’s gaze lowered and a look of uncertainty crossed his features before he looked at me. A mischievous smile pulled at both corners of his lips and he wriggled his eyebrows. Instead of saying something, he turned from me and pointed at the fruits all over the floor. I followed his line of sight before it darted to the counters where the juice and chunks of squished fruits lay scattered.
“Well?” I asked. “Don’t keep me waiting!”
“Where do I even begin?” Gabe sighed dramatically. I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, he spoke. “I was sitting on the counter, being cute, as I always am when he attacked sweet, innocent old me!”
“How about we not pretend?” I giggled. Gabe had the audacity to look shocked before he flicked his pretend hair over his shoulder.
“Fine,” he sing-songed. “I was watching him make soup when he walked over to me. He practically pinned me where I sat on the counter!” Gabe said in mock shock.
“I bet you just loved that,” I teased.
“You know me so well. I got up and pinned him down on the counter. We made juice,” Gabe laughed.
“I can see that,” I laughed.
“I swear I was going to be gentle with him, but he got lippy. Why would you do that when you’re pinned beneath someone unless you wanted it hard and fast?” Gabe asked.
“What did he say?” I asked.
“Well, I had told him how amazing he looked. I asked him if he knew how good he looked beneath me,” Gabriel said. Pausing when I gasped, he winked and continued. “He said, ‘I don’t know how I look taking cock’,” Gabe said with his best Leo voice.
“Oh my fucking Gode—” I was cut off as Gabe threw his head back and barked a laugh.
“Oh he wasn’t screaming her name,” Gabe giggled. His laugh was infection and we both giggled like teenagers with a school crush.
“And then?” I asked. Not because I wanted to know more, but because I knew Gabe was enjoying telling me.
“What do you mean? He didn’t know what he looked like, so I described it for him,” Gabe said with a wide grin.
“No,” I gasped.
“Oh yes,” he said as he held back another laugh. “He said, ‘fuck you’, and I told him I already was.” I squealed. “I know, I know,” Gabe said as he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, only for it to fall loose and hang in front of his eye. “I love dirty talk, so I basically sprinkled him with pretty words while I fucked him over the counter… right there,” he said proudly as he pointed.
“Note to self, stay away from that spot,” I said. Gabe rolled his eyes and continued. “I fucked him slowly until he begged to come. Then when he did as I said, I told him he could come and called him a good boy.” The way my jaw dropped, leaving my mouth wide open.
“Gabe!” I said, my voice as a mixture of shock and awe. “I didn’t know you were so cool.”
“Bish, I’ve been,” my best friend said.
“And that made all of this mess?” I asked.
“That and I picked him up and took him again,” Gabe said.
“You fuck like a rabbit,” I laughed.
“Well, he was done, you know because I’m sooo big,” he chuckled, “but I convinced him to keep going.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” I said as I shook my head. “So the sex is good I take it?”
“Fuck yeah it is. There’s something about a man that cries that just really gets me fucking going. Finding a man that take take my size and not be afraid to shed a few tears is actually hard to find. Leo is doing everything I need… and a little more,” Gabe said, his voice growing quiet.
“Yeah? I like him so far,” I said. I wanted to ask him more about Leo but I also knew I couldn’t push Gabe when it came to his feelings. He usually shut himself off from men but I could tell just from the look on his face that he liked Leo more than he’s liked any of the other men he’s been with.
“We went again on the floor but I’ll spare you the details,” Gabe said smugly.
“Oh, thank you for your benevolence, my liege,” I said sarcastically.
“You’re welcome,” he teased. “He’s the one who made this food. He’s… different,” Gabe said carefully.
“A man that can cook? I like him already,” I teased.
“Hey, I can cook,” Gabe chuckled.
“Yeah, but having someone cook for you makes me giddy. You need to be taken care of too,” I said carefully.
“Mm,” Gabe hummed. “He’s agreed to make something delicious for us next time.”
“Next time?” I asked, my eyebrow arching as I stared at my best friend. His cheeks flushed as he stared back at me.
“Yeah, there’s going to be a next time,” Gabe whispered. I squealed and jumped in my seat.
“Here I was being careful about what I was saying and you’d already decided on a next time!” I giggled.
“Hey now, I didn’t say we’re marking each other, chill,” Gabe laughed.
“Mm, you don’t need to mark anyone if you don’t have to. Can I not be happy for my best friend liking someone?” I asked happily.
“Shh, eat your food. It’s getting cold,” he said in an attempt to change the subject. I was not going to let him get away with it. This was news. Gabe hadn’t dated anyone, ever. This was practically saying they were dating, maybe not official, but definitely seeing each other. Speak of the devil and he shall show. Leo walked out of Gabe’s room with shorts on, his muscles catching my attention without my permission as he walked.
“Hey little lion,” Gabe said. I could tell by the way a flush made its way across his cheeks and down his neck that he liked it.
“Cringe, Gabe, just cringe,” I said, hiding my smile as best I could. He blew me a kiss as Leo walked over to us and grabbed him by the throat. My mouth went dry, and I choked on the soup as he leaned down and kissed my best friend passionately.
“Good morning,” Leo whispered as they separated.