Page 32 of A Winter Awakening
Gael wanted Orteo. Wanted exactly what Orteo described. He burned for it.
“Then I want to suck your cock and take you deep into my throat,” Orteo said.
Gael’s cock throbbed. He hadn’t known that to be a possibility.
“Then I want to bury my cock inside you.” Orteo closed his eyes as if imagining it. He let out a shaky breath. “I want you to gaze up at me with your beautiful green eyes, filled with adoration, as I fuck.”
Gael couldn’t get enough air into his lungs.
“Then I want you to cry out my name as you spend. I want to plunge into your body over and over and then fill your tight channel with my seed.”
Gael could see Orteo’s hard cock tenting his breeches.
Neither spoke. The fire crackled and popped.
Gael stood rigid with need.
Orteo shook his head. His voice returned to normal. “That’s why I can’t wash you, and that’s why I can’t get close to you. I want to be your friend.” He took a breath. “I am your friend. And I want to be your friend. But I need a little time. I’m sorry.”
Orteo straightened, turned, and walked straight past Gael towards the door. He kept his eyes down as his hand touched the handle.
In a moment, Orteo would be gone.
“No!” Gael yelled.
Orteo froze. But he didn’t turn around.
Gael’s heart pounded in his ears. “Please wash me,” Gael whispered.
Orteo’s head snapped up. He stared at Gael, eyes flickering over his face. His gaze dropped to Gael’s hard cock. He inhaled sharply.
Releasing the door handle, Orteo came slowly towards him. “You understand what this means?”
“Yes,” Gael said. “I understand. And I want it. I want you.”
Orteo lifted his hand, and even before he touched Gael, Gael shivered in anticipation.
Orteo stroked his cheek. A soft, barely there caress.
Not so different from all the touches before. But this felt momentous. Because this wasn’t a touch between friends.
This was a lover’s touch.
Gael closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the feather-light caresses along his face, jaw, and neck. He tilted his head back to give Orteo more access.
“Orteo,” Gael whispered.
Orteo hummed. “I love the way you say my name.”
Then he cupped Gael’s cheek and pressed their lips together. Orteo’s mouth moved softly and gently against his. Gael followed his lead. After all, this was only his second kiss. And he’d pulled away from the first.
Gael rested his hands on Orteo’s shoulders, leaning against Orteo, melting into the kiss.
Orteo’s tongue licked into his mouth. His hand grasped Gael’s lower back, grounding Gael as their tongues and lips danced together.
Gael unravelled in Orteo’s arms.
Orteo broke the kiss. He leaned his forehead against Gael’s, and both gasped for air.
