Page 40 of Something Unprofessional

“That depends,” Gabe said in a mock-stern tone, dropping down next to him. “Is your crush in this one?” He snuck a hand under the blanket and poked Ev just below his ribs in one of the ticklish spots he’d discovered by accident the other night.

Ev yelped and arched away, already laughing. “Nooo, Daddy. I promise.”

Gabe smirked in satisfaction. The last time they’d watched a movie Remy had been the star of, Gabe had spent half the movie fuming at a guy who wasn’t even in the room. “All right, then. I suppose I’ll watch with you.”

Ev bounced on the couch and leaned in to smack a kiss to Gabe’s cheek, then grabbed the remote and hit play on an action movie that thankfully had a female lead. Then he settled and carefully spread his blanket across both of their legs, patting it into place. “There,” he whispered with a secretive smile. “Perfect.”

So. Fucking. Cute. Gabe wrapped an arm around him and tugged him close until Ev’s head was on his shoulder.

The drama on the screen was over the top, but Ev ate it up. Gabe was half watching, half scrolling on his phone, stroking his free hand up and down Ev’s arm when Ev decided to get bold.

Gabe didn’t know what all the shifting around was about until a warm hand brushed his thigh. Ev was moving glacially slow, as if it would somehow keep Gabe from noticing. The hand came back, settling on his skin, butterfly-light. Ev released his breath in a quiet whoosh. Gabe fought a smile as he keptscrolling. Whatever his boy had planned was bound to be more entertaining than the movie.

From the corner of his eye, he caught Ev flicking his tongue against his piercing, fiddling with the stud. Ev shifted again, his hand landing higher this time. Gabe kept his breathing steady as careful fingers snuck under the hem of his athletic shorts. A building blew up on the screen, but neither of them reacted. All of Gabe’s attention was narrowed on the hand inching ever closer to his hardening cock.

It took all his restraint to maintain the charade when Ev’s searching fingers brushed his balls. He was tucked in the wrong direction for Ev to get to anything else. Well, that was easy enough to fix. He faked a yawn and a stretch, then reached down to adjust himself. Ev froze, eyes locked on the TV screen, not even breathing. Gabe dropped a kiss on the top of his head and moved the hand that had been rubbing Ev’s arm. It was easy enough to slip it inside his open hoodie and resume his petting, this time with skin on skin.

Ev relaxed again after a few minutes and, playing up his sneaky mission, crept closer until his fingers wrapped around Gabe’s cock, holding it loosely. His breathing was shallow, his body so still that Gabe might have guessed he was asleep if it weren’t for the fact that Ev was anything but a quiet sleeper. Gabe’s cock hardened in Ev’s hold, and the temptation proved too much for his boy. Ev gave a careful squeeze.

“What do you think you’re doing, naughty boy?”

Ev jumped at his voice, like he’d forgotten Gabe was there. “Nothing, Daddy,” he replied, his voice over the top with innocence.

Gabe didn’t laugh, but it was a close thing. “Oh really?” He flicked one of Ev’s nipple piercings, making his breath hitch and his fingers twitch.

“Really, Daddy. I’m just watching the movie.”

“My mistake.” Gabe went back to scrolling on his phone, but this time, he altered the slow strokes of his hand so that he concentrated on Ev’s nipple piercing, rubbing over it, then tugging, fiddling with the metal like he would a pen while on a boring phone call.

Soon, Ev was squirming again, his breath coming faster, his fingers working more urgently and his back arching with each small tug, trying to encourage those glancing touches. He was so completely unsubtle.

Finally, he broke. He whimpered and turned his head to hide his face in Gabe’s neck. “Daddy,” he said with a breathless moan.

“Yes, tiger?” Gabe answered, keeping his voice unaffected when he was anything but.

“Please.” Ev gave Gabe’s cock, which was beginning to leak, another squeeze. “I—I—” He arched with a low cry when Gabe gave his piercing a firm tug, collapsing back when the pressure was released.

“Use your words, boy. Do you need something from Daddy?”

Ev nodded his head where it was hidden in the crook of Gabe’s neck and shoulder. “This,” he whispered as he stroked Gabe from base to tip.

Gabe hummed and traced the shell of Ev’s ear with his lips, his free hand rubbing Ev’s exposed belly. “You want Daddy’s cock? Where do you want it?”

Ev groaned, a shiver moving through him. “Here,” he said, taking Gabe’s hand down under the blankets and between his legs. There was a damp spot on the front of his PJs, and his cock twitched as Gabe’s touch ghosted past it.

“Dirty boy,” Gabe teased, applying gentle pressure to the fabric just behind his balls. “I thought you said you were watching the movie.”

“Oh fuck.” Ev’s breathing turned ragged, and he fisted Gabe’s cock harder. If Gabe wasn’t careful, Ev was going to send him over the edge before the poor thing got what he was so desperate for. “I’m sorry, Daddy, but please. It’s been weeks and weeks. I need you.”

“Oh? Is your little hole feeling hungry for Daddy’s cock?” Gabe asked with a hum, pressing harder. “I don’t know, tiger. Are you sure you’ve been good enough to deserve it?”

Ev nodded furiously, his hips thrusting down against Gabe’s hand. “I’ve been so good. I haven’t even jerked off or touched my hole all week, just in case.”

Fuck.Well, that was a kink Gabe hadn’t known he had. He slid his hand into Ev’s hair and fisted it, drawing him back enough that he could see his boy’s hazy expression. Gabe’srestraint frayed nearly to its breaking point, but he forced himself to cling to it a little longer. “Is that right?” he asked, barely recognizing his own voice, it was so rough. “Well, who is Daddy to deny his boy when he’s so very needy?”

Gabe hadn’t been joking when he said working out kept him strong enough to toss boys around. He pushed the blanket aside and stood, hauling Ev over his shoulder at the same time. “Let’s go, sack o’ potatoes.” Gabe used the opportunity to get a good handful of his boy’s ass and give it a squeeze, followed by a smack.

Ev let out a groan, gripping the back of Gabe’s shirt. “Are you calling me heavy?” he asked. Gabe braced himself, seeing the bratty retort a mile away. “Maybe you need to put in some more hours at the gym after all.”

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