Page 118 of Out of the Storm

Jeff’s heart fluttered a bit. “Yeah.”

“I will stop thesecondyou ask me to. I promise.”

“I know,” Jeff said. Hedidknow. Gary’d never not stop if he asked.

Gary’s hand moved closer. “Can you promise me that you’ll ask me to stop if you need me to?”

Gary’s eyes were boring into him, pleading for honesty.

“I . . . promise.”

Without any more hesitation, Gary’s warm hand wrapped around his shaft, and Jeff nearly came on the spot. He let out a whimper—a needy little sound he’d never ever made before.

“Are you okay?” Gary asked in that fucking perfect radio-ready voice of his.

Jeff’s cock throbbed with arousal. God, how was this so hot?

“Yeah.”

Very slowly, Gary started to move his hand up the length of Jeff’s shaft, and within two strokes, Jeff’s eyes were rolling back, his breath catching in his throat. He could hardly believe that Gary was touching him. His perfect, cheesy, cute boyfriend was touching him.

“Still okay?”

“Y-yeah,” Jeff said, nearly too stunned to speak.

Gary was touching him. His boyfriend was touching him, and he was okay.

Pleasure rising, Jeff shifted his hips.

“Still?” Gary asked.

“It’s...” Jeff moaned softly, closing his eyes. “Don’t stop.”

Gary’s hand kept working him, faster and faster, and then his other hand came up to cup Jeff’s cheek. Succumbing to the overwhelming urge to watch, Jeff opened his eyes and looked at Gary’s fast-moving hand. Fuck, this was incredible. Gary was touching him, and he felt so fucking safe.

“Gare,” Jeff said, now locking eyes with him. “God, Gare.”

Gary was still watching him intently, his eyes never leaving Jeff’s face for even a second. And, fuck, it was the hottest moment of Jeff’s life. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so seen before. It was so... Goddamn freeing. Freeing and beautiful and sublime.

Gary continued to pump his fist, twisting his wrist ever so slightly every time he reached the tip. The sensation made Jeff’s muscles twitch, little waves of pleasure rippling up the length of his body each time, one after another after another, stronger and stronger and stronger.

“Still okay?”

“Yeah, I’m . . . I’m close.”

“Jeffrey,” Gary whispered. “I love seeing you like this.”

Jeffrey.There it was—the promise of safety, of care.

“Gare, can you...” Jeff was so close. He could feel himself teetering on the precipice of release. He was so fucking close he could barely speak. Within seconds, his right thigh muscles started to tremble, his body begging for release. “Can you... my nickname... Gare...”

Gary tilted forward, kissing their foreheads together.

“Jeffrey,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

“I need something,” Jeff rasped, his cock starting to pulse. “Tissue, or—”

Fuck, he couldn’t even manage to finish his thought. With the most embarrassing whimper-moan, he started to come, warm white liquid spurting out, some onto Gary’s shirt.

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