Page 27 of Fire Me Up
I reached for him in return—heavy, velvet-soft over steel. We kissed again, messier, all tongue and teeth and shared breath as we stroked each other.
Something bumped his shoulder and he winced, a quick flash. “Wait,” I gasped, pulling back just enough. “Together. Let me.”
I pushed his hand away, spit into my palm, then wrapped my fingers around both our cocks, pressing them together. The feel of him hot and hard against me made me dizzy. Gael’s head thumped back against the partition; a broken moan spilled out as I started to stroke us in tandem.
“Fuck, Dylan,” he groaned, thrusting into my grip. “That feels so good.”
I watched his face—raw pleasure written there: the flush, the parted lips, the flutter of his eyes before they locked on mine. He looked wrecked, desperate, beautiful.
Pre-cum slicked my hand, making every pass easier, wetter. I twisted on the upstroke, teased the sensitive heads, and his whole body shivered.
“I’m not gonna last,” he warned, voice frayed. “It’s too good.”
“Then don’t,” I urged, speeding up. “Let go, Gael. I want to see you.”
His fingers dug into my shoulders, hard enough to bruise. I wanted the marks.
“Dylan,” he chanted, my name a prayer. “Dylan, Dylan, fuck
His cock pulsed, and he came—hot stripes across my fist and our stomachs. The sight of him undone—head thrown back, muscles taut, face glazed with pleasure—pushed me over. I buried my face against his shoulder as my orgasm hit, biting down to muffle the groan as I spurted over my hand, mixing with his release. Wave after wave crashed through me, more intense than anything in years.
From a fucking hand job.
For a long moment we just stood there—my head on his shoulder, his good arm banded around my waist—breathing hard. I was still holding our softening cocks, my hand sticky with both of us. Reality seeped in: I’d just jerked off with my best friend’s brother in a club bathroom. Like high school—too horny to wait for a bed.
“Fuck,” I managed, letting go and reaching for toilet paper. “That was…”
“Yeah,” Gael said, voice rough. “It really was.”
The stall felt even smaller as we cleaned up and hauled our clothes up. Our elbows knocked; I stepped on his foot; he winced—shoulder and all.
“Sorry,” I said, balling up toilet paper and tossing it. “Not exactly the most comforting setting for your first… frotting hand-job situation. But—hot intro to casual gay sex, I guess.”
Gael laughed, slightly strained. “Frotting?”
“Getting off rubbing our dicks together.” I looked up, trying to read him. Something had shifted. There was tension in his eyes, a flicker of panic.
“You okay?” I asked, worry cutting through the haze. “Did I push too far?” The old, nagging fear clawed at my chest.
He nodded, but it wasn’t convincing. “No. You were great. I just—I should probably get home. It’s late, and I need to check on Bacon.”
“Bacon?” I frowned, thrown by the whiplash. “I thought Liv was watching him.”
“She is, but He raked a hand through his hair, not meeting my eyes. “He gets anxious when I’m gone too long. Separation anxiety. Vet says it’s common in rescues.”
Bullshit. I knew it. But before I could call him on it, he’d already unlocked the stall.
“This was great,” he said, too bright, too casual. “Really educational. Thanks.”
And then he was gone, the bathroom door swinging shut before I could process it.
I leaned against the stall, post-orgasm high crashing into confusion and worry. What the fuck had just happened? One minute Gael was coming in my hand, making sounds that said he’d loved every second, and the next he was running like the building was on fire.
Had I taken things too fast? With that thought, an old, nagging fear clawed at my chest, making it feel tight. I closed my eyes and took a few deep, slow breaths, pain from the past creeping in.
I shook it off, reminding myself that this was why I kept things casual. This needed to end. But not before I gave him one last lesson.
And I ignored the way my heart ached at the thought of not seeing Gael anymore—not dancing with Gael. Because I did what I had to do to protect myself.
