Page 62 of Out of the Storm

“Don’t worry about it.”

At least Jeff wasn’t mad. Gary tried to push away his worries as Jeff sat up on his knees.

“Can I touch you now?” Jeff asked.

Staring at the colorless blob on Jeff’s fingers, Gary’s stomach continued to roil. Geez, wasn’t Jeff supposed to be the one worried about intimacy? And yet he seemed ready to move forward, while Gary was the one who couldn’t stop fretting.

But the thought of hurting Jeff somehow? It was terrifying.

“Gare,” Jeff said sternly. “Look at me.”

“I am.”

“You’re looking at the fucking lubricant. Look atme.”

Gary slowly lifted his chin to meet Jeff’s eyes.

“We’re okay. I’mfine,” Jeff said.

Worry still sat heavy in Gary’s stomach.

“Okay,” Gary made himself say, though it wasn’t, really.

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

Every time Gary responded, his voice was becoming smaller. What the heck was wrong with him? Why was he so afraid?

And while he struggled to recover from nervousness—his stomach still turning and tumbling like it was caught in a whirlpool—Jeff reached out with his lubricant-free hand and began to stroke Gary’s cheek. It was like a life preserver.

“Trust me.” Jeff’s thumb traced a long line from Gary’s cheek to his chin. “You are sweetness incarnate, Gare. I feel safe with you. Okay?”

With Jeff’s next swipe of his thumb, Gary’s stomach settled. Jeff had pulled him ashore.

Gary smiled and said, “Okay.”

“So... can I touch you now?” Jeff asked, rubbing his hands together.

Fears abated (temporarily, at least), Gary nodded.

And then Jeff wrapped his hand around Gary’s cock. Gary immediately bucked his hips in response, the warmth of Jeff’s hand melting every last bit of that icy worry into fiery desire instead. Jeff started to move his fist. Only two pumps later, Gary’s eyes were rolling back as he lost himself in ecstasy, his insecurities over intimacy completely banished from his mind.

“God, Jeff, it’s incredible.”

After a few more strokes, Gary reflexively fucked up into Jeff’s hand. “Slower, slower,” he sputtered. “Or I’ll finish.”

Slowing his hand, Jeff tapped Gary’s shin with his other. “Curl your legs for me.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, Gary lifted his legs, and when Jeff pressed one finger to Gary’s hole, a shudder rolled through Gary’s body, causing him to tremble. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had wanted someone like this—with such incredible intensity it made his muscles shake. Slowly, Jeff began pushing his finger inside, and once the first knuckle was in, the pressure had Gary letting out a whimper, one that sounded so pleading, he couldn’t help but blush, embarrassed by his neediness.

But Jeff seemed to find it endearing. “So fucking cute, Gare.”

Gary screwed his eyes shut. Christ on a cracker, Jeff was touching him. Cool, sexy Jeff. Handsome, slightly-surly-yet-still-incredibly-sweet Jeff. Gary squirmed as Jeff continued to move his finger—in and out, in and out—while Jeff’s other hand slowly moved up the length of his shaft. When Jeff’s finger finally found the spot that nearly made Gary see stars, Gary’s mouth fell open, and he sucked in a breath.

With a low hum of approval, Jeff said, “I can’t wait to fuck this tight hole.”

Holy shit.

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