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He collapsed into the armchair.
Now that the thought had entered his mind, he couldn’t stop imagining Orteo and himself together.
He closed his eyes and thought back to that morning. He imagined waking in Orteo’s arms. He imagined the kiss. But he imagined that this time, he didn’t pull away. He imagined returning the kiss. Then he thought of Orteo’s hands undressing him.
Despite just spending, Gael’s cock jerked and plumped. He whimpered.
How can I be hard again?
He thought of Orteo caressing his body with his rough hands, drawing moans and groans from Gael. Orteo would remove his own clothes. He’d lie on top of Gael, naked body pressing Gael into the mattress. Their bodies would move and slide against each other beneath the pile of blankets and furs. Skin would press against skin. Gael would touch Orteo’s chest and run his hands over his toned torso.
And they’d kiss. And kiss.
Gael undid his trousers. He tugged himself free from his sticky drawers and stroked his cock, still slick with his spend.
Orteo would turn him over and spread his cheeks. Then he’d push his cock into Gael and bugger him.
Gael sobbed, hand moving faster.
How big would Orteo be? How stretched would Gael feel? Gael had heard of buggery. He’d always imagined it would hurt. But it hadn’t looked like Ori was hurting.
He could feel Orteo’s breath against his skin. He heard Orteo’s voice in his ear, “Take my cock.”
Gael’s hand tightened, hips thrusting into his tight fist.
Orteo would shove into Gael. Taking him hard over and over again.
“Come for me,” Orteo would whisper. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Gael cried out. His cock jerked in his hand. Waves of pleasure pummelled through him. His body arched as he spent.
Gael panted and slumped. He stared at the splatters of seed covering his hand, cock, trousers, and the floor. Gael closed his eyes.
It seemed he had his answer.
I want Orteo. I want him to fuck me. I want to be his lover.
ChapterSeventeen
Gael sat in the armchair, body rigid and taut. He practically vibrated with desire and yearning.
“I’ve got some more of that cheese you liked.” Orteo smiled at Gael. A brief, quick smile, his gaze barely meeting Gael’s. “And this is a Solstice loaf. I’ll get you a plate.”
Orteo walked over to the cupboard, completely unaware of Gael’s current state of mind.
Gael had barely slept the night before. His awakened urges had kept him up most of the night. He’d pleasured himself multiple times to thoughts of Orteo.
At some point, he’d fallen into a restless sleep. But his desires had followed him into his dreams. He’d woken painfully erect and exhausted, with the knowledge that Orteo would visit today.
He’d dressed, paying particular attention to his appearance. He’d pinned the Solstice gift from Orteo to his shirt. Then he’d sat in the armchair and waited. And waited. His body thrummed with nervous anticipation.
Orteo had arrived around mid-morning. Significantly later than usual. He hadn’t spoken of the previous day. He hadn’t mentioned the kiss. He’d just gone about checking on the fire and then showing Gael the food he’d bought.
“Here’s the plate,” Orteo said, handing it to him.
Then he sat down and began to cut the Solstice loaf. Orteo sat further away than normal. And there were no touches today. Orteo didn’t glance at Gael as he placed pieces of the loaf on each plate.
They ate in silence. And not their usual, comfortable silence.
