Page 125 of Out of the Storm

“God, Jeffrey, I’ve never tried something like this before.”

“I thought it might be nice.”

Gary knew why Jeff would like this. In this position, Jeff was the one in control. And one of Gary’s hands was very much occupied now. Jeff took Gary’s other hand in his. Now, both of his hands were too occupied to be much of a problem.

Jeff continued to coax Gary’s hand up and down, up and down, and Gary could feel his balls tightening more with each steady stroke, his pleasure building.

Gary hadn’t realized he was staring at their cocks—completely transfixed by the sight, really—until Jeff laughed and said, “Look at me, Gare.”

Gary looked up, and the two of them locked eyes.

“I’m yours. I promise.”

Gary’s chest tightened. “Really?”

Jeff squeezed Gary’s hand. “Always.”

Gary squeezed back, and then Jeff tipped their foreheads together as their hands continued to move, each of their strokes urging Gary closer and closer to his own release. Soon, his entire body began to flush, making him feel like he was on fire, burning with the need to finish. AndGod, Jeff’s face was flush too.

“I’m close,” Jeff rasped.

“Me too.”

Almost immediately after he said the words, Gary’s cock started to pulse, his breath catching and body trembling as the white liquid erupted over their fists, coating both of their shafts. Momentslater, Jeff let out a shuddered breath, and Gary felt him finish too, his hard cock throbbing in Gary’s hand.

“Fuck, Gare, that was incredible,” Jeff breathed, slowing his strokes.

“Wow,” Gary said, feeling a little lost for words.

For a couple of seconds, they stayed like that—panting, foreheads touching, softening cocks pressed against one another’s—and then Jeff kissed Gary’s forehead.

“Let’s clean up,” he said.

A few minutes later, once they’d finished cleaning up, Jeff snuggled next to him in bed, and Gary wrapped an arm around Jeff, pulling him close.

“Look at us, weathering the storm together,” Gary said. “You’re not embarrassed by the fact that you needed to stop earlier, are you?”

“Not . . . really. Or, okay, a little.”

“Okay, well, if you’d have tried to push through it, we wouldn’t have tried whatever that was, which was so incredible. I mean, just, wow.” He kissed Jeff’s head. “I probably wouldn’t have managed to tell you I loved you yet either. See, I really helped us, huh?”

Jeff pinched Gary’s side, and Gary let out an “eep.”

“Stop,” Jeff chastised.

“Stop what?”

“Gloating.”

“I’m not!” Gary protested, but Jeff craned his head and looked up at him with a skeptical expression. “Yeah, okay, Iam, but, hey, I was right when it came to the vanilla ice cream, and I was right when it came to intimacy. I think the lesson is, we should always listen to—”

Jeff’s hand came to cover Gary’s mouth as he said the word “me,” and then he laughed against Jeff’s palm. Jeff sat up a bit, andthe second he removed his hand, he planted a soft kiss on Gary’s lips.

“I hope you know I’m kidding,” Gary said.

“Yeah, I know.”

After another moment cuddling, Gary glanced at the clock on his nightstand. The numbers all blurred together. He sighed. “What time is it?”

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