Work and Play Pt. 12

"This is the most middle-school thing you could challenge me to right now," Gabriel said, shaking his head. Jalen reached for his hairbrush, almost discreetly, and unscrewed it again. The molly. He dispensed one of three capsules. Gabriel was intrigued indeed. It was midnight-thirty, Saturday morning. Vegas. Two-room suite. And he was making a lot of questionable decisions alongside a taken man with questionable motives.

"Middle school was something else," Jalen said, his eyes looking Gabriel up and down, but ignoring his banter. "Share?" He indicated the capsule.

"We might as well," Gabriel replied. They did a "cheers." It tasted like soap. Washed down with Sprite. That twinge again, as Jalen got on his knees, and then beckoned for Gabriel to join him. That butterfly of anxiety trembled in his stomach as he realized he just took MDMA, and within the hour, he'd be feeling even more intense things directed Jalen's way. This excited him more than it should have. His best friend's boyfriend was setting him up for something wild. "I'm still drunk," Gabriel warned as they started to shift into push-up position.

"Again, I've matched you the whole night. All 6'5" of you." Jalen stretched that last part out, eyeing him slyly. Gabriel felt himself turn on. He felt himself throb in his pants, and faced Jalen along the side of the kitchen wall. He didn't know what he wanted to do. Gabriel didn't know if he wanted a kiss, or to fuck, or to just be near him, and maybe jerk off later to the thought of him. And then maybe have some sort of mental gymnastics to work himself out of why he was ever attracted to Jalen in that moment.

He knew things were about to kick up. He felt it. It was unmistakable.

"Let's go."

They looked down, and back up. Push up, after push up. A little faster than the beat of the music. The music was pretty slow. Gabriel felt his heart beat fast. His form was good. This was what you did when you were challenging another man. You did your best fucking push-ups.

Gabriel and Jalen accomplished a solid 40 push-ups before the uncontrollable giggles set in, and the space between push ups got longer, and longer. Pretty soon, Jalen swiped at Gabriel's bicep, cheating, but not knocking him over. Gabriel's swat at his bicep made him shaky, and they began to battle it out before Jalen fell, and lunged toward Gabriel so he fell too. They landed dramatically, about a foot away, face to face.

Suddenly, Gabriel didn't hear the music anymore, or see anything else in the black and white kitchen besides Jalen's panting face. What was he getting himself into—

He pressed forward, going for it, and he swore Jalen met him halfway. He felt the softness of his lips, the tiniest bristle of hair below his nose. Gabriel was overindulgent, grabbing at him and breathing in deep. He already felt high and it would be another 45 minutes before he actually was. He gripped his hand in Jalen's hair, the other hand on the man's bicep, drinking him in, breathing too hard. Jalen crawled toward him, almost onto him, and moaned into his lips, sticking his tongue in Gabriel's mouth.

This was gay. Very gay. Gabriel didn't care. It was good. It was sooo bad. He thought of Jiao for a blink, and then Jalen gasped, snapping him back. So good.

Gabriel grabbed the fabric around Jalen's waist, pulling him closer. Then Jalen shoved him away, standing up and almost scrambling back. What? What was it? That couldn't have been more than ten seconds. He stared into the man's eyes, and instantly felt the guilt and shame pour over himself. Maybe that wasn't it. Maybe he was moving too fast. Maybe Jalen was just bored, or trying to have a good time, a-and was just pretending. Gabriel didn't know what to think. He felt like he was caught up in a loop. Jalen stood up.

"I gotta go," Jalen whispered, big eyed, and looking rushed. Frantic. He swiftly walked to his own room and shut the door.

Gabriel sat on the kitchen floor for at least a minute, trying to blink away his confusion and upset. He felt like he created a giant delusion. It wasn't sexual, it-it was admiration. Duh. DUH. Gabriel was an idiot. Maybe a part of his subconscious just always wanted to be with a man, and he found that spending time with someone who looked like Jalen—with his big, bright eyes, contrasting against that hair and skin—

No. Gabriel fucked up. He felt it. And he would be feeling some kind of intensity later on that might amplify how shitty he felt. He ran to his own room, and stripped himself of his clothes. "Of course you can't try to be gay, Gabe," he grunted to himself in the mirror as he gathered his shampoo and conditioner, his body wash. He was going to scrub the thought away. He was going to stay in that room until Jiao got back. He could still hear the jazz in the living room. He jumped into the shower, probably too hot, but he was still intoxicated, combined with the adrenaline rush that came with that tiny, tiny moment with Jalen. He had to wash it away. This wasn't the shower he wanted. He started the night wanting to get drunk, and end up with a happy shower. He was about to be up until 4am, anxiety ridden and geeked out over a failed attempt to hook up with his best friend's boyfriend.

Gabriel washed at his skin, every part of his body. He felt the emotions hit as he thought of what he would even do. Was he trying to fuck him? Seriously, was he? Ridiculous. Absurd.

He leaned against the shower wall, letting the streams of water hit his skin and drown out his thoughts. He counted in his head as he breathed in and out, trying to just forget about what happened. Just for a few hours. Just until Jiao came back.

He was feeling the tingling in his fingers, his toes. The drug was starting to set in. He tried to mantra that it was no big deal, so he at least went into the effects with a better mindset than being totally confused and rejected. He felt himself let go of some things, at least. Like the anxiety around the fact that he was Jiao's man— gone. The fact that Jalen pushed him away? Didn't really seem to matter anymore. He felt clean, and—

he wondered if the hot water sped up the effects, because suddenly, he felt like he was floating again. He looked at the muscles in his arms, and down at his "big legs." Jalen was attracted to him, too. He had to be. He would have never ever let him that close. Gabriel wasn't fucking crazy. He wondered how many men were attracted to him. He wondered if it mattered if more men were attracted to him. The man that he was trying to get it with—whatever 'it' meant—decided to push him away. Jalen was the crazy one.

Gabriel's thoughts circled as he washed off, as he stepped out, massaging his own shoulders, and looking into the near-wall-sized bathroom mirror. His pupils were blown. The dim lights in the room reflected softly, highlighting the bends and curves along his body. He was damn near attracted to himself. He dried himself off slowly. He wondered if his habit of putting on lotion and pampering himself should have been a sign of his possible curiosity.

A cotton t-shirt, it looks blue, maybe it was deep purple, caught his eye from his suitcase, and he tossed it on with a pair of basketball shorts. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping soon. He knew he had to think of how to occupy himself for the next few hours. It'd only been about—he checked his watch—45 minutes.

God, was he horny.

He rested his hands on his own thighs, and thought of Jalen once again. Of course, he knew Jalen was attractive. He didn't know that deep down, he was attracted TO him. And that was all he was gonna get. Ten seconds of passion. Jalen was probably freaking out. He was probably wondering what the fuck happened, too. Were he and Jiao okay?

No. No Jiao right now. Gabriel couldn't think of her in this time.

Gabriel stood up to swipe chapstick on his lips just as he heard the two swift knocks at the door. His heart raced. He paused for just a few seconds before opening the door. Jalen stood, dressed in virtually the same thing, his yellow t-shirt brandishing a big NIKE logo. Gabriel felt himself step back as Jalen stepped into his room, a tiny smirk on his face. What was this? Molly didn't make you hallucinate, especially with how much they took. Gabriel almost felt himself float at the sight of the man. He smelled nice. Spicy. This was real.

"Can I come in?" Jalen asked, almost a whisper. Gabriel nodded. Jalen nodded too. "You feeling that?" he asked, even softer. The smirk on his face grew into the slickest, sexiest smile Gabriel had ever seen. Gabriel nodded. And with that, Jalen took both sides of Gabriel's face in his hands, and kissed him sloppily.

From there, it was a marathon. Gabriel grabbed him by the waist, smashing their bodies together, and nearly dragging him toward the bed. When Gabriel thought he would have to lead, Jalen shoved him on the bed, and wrapped himself around Gabriel, moaning into his mouth. This was new. Gabriel was always the "Alpha", the dominant one. Always. Every woman he attracted wanted him to make her feel petite and controlled. With just one shove, Jalen showed him something entirely different. He was fully hard just thinking of what was to come in this escapade of theirs.

He grabbed Jalen's ass, hard. The man responded with a rewarding hump. Even the thought of their dicks in proximity, the thought of fucking... it was what he wanted. This was something he craved for. This was a set up. A good one. He thought this and smiled into his kiss with Jalen, raking his fingers down under his shorts and grabbing at his bare ass. Smooth. He ran his fingers back up to pull at something elastic.

Jock strap. Jalen, Jalen. Who WAS he?

Gabriel was almost worried that once they got down to business, he wouldn't last too long. The whole situation absolutely compromised him, and they still had clothes on. As if he read his mind once again, Jalen peeled his shirt off, and then swiped Gabriel's off right after. Both men paused to admire the other in the dim light. Jalen was the first to laugh, followed by an excited hump. Gabriel never would have guessed this from him. A sort of giddiness.

In their moment of pause, Gabriel took his chance. He didn't suspect much would ruin the moment, given the tiny rings of fire that were now Jalen's eyes. "What happened?" he asked, fingers tracing his pecs. This made Jalen smile. "In the kitchen?"

"Got scared," Jalen whispered into Gabriel's mouth, and rolled his hips.

"Of what?" Gabriel pressed. Jalen smiled again. White teeth, gorgeous lips.

"Of your fucking... huge... cock." His hand slid down into thick thighs, and he rested his hand on the tool, feeling the twitches, the blood rushing. Gabriel tried to take deeper breaths, and thought that Jalen made a good save. It was probably all he was gonna get. That's okay. Jalen smiled and moaned as he squeezed Gabriel's dick through the fabric. Gabriel was starting to think that he might not be the first man to—

His thoughts interrupted by a deep kiss, and the hand stroking him through jersey fabric.

Jalen instantly began to lick his way down, starting at the spot under Gabriel's ear, after taking a small bite, of course. His hand moved more intensely along Gabriel's cock as he teased him and continued to lick and kiss at his neck, his chest, his nipples, his softly defined abs. Gabriel could only watch with intrigue and squeeze at his ass, giving him small smacks and running his hands along the man's body. As Jalen made his way down, kissing along Gabriel's slight happy trail, he slipped his hand inside the bigger man's shorts and kept a strong grip on his cock. Gabriel got on his knees so Jalen could pull his shorts down. Before Gabriel could even think about it, Jalen shoved him onto the bed again, onto his back. The man raked his fingers down his chest and torso again before looking up at Gabriel with a glint in his eye.

Goddamn, that smile. Every time he flashed it, he let Gabriel know that there was a mystery unfolding in front of him. With that smile, Jalen spit on his hand and stroked Gabriel slowly. He thought Jalen might tease him, but after only a few seconds he took the head inside his mouth, slicking it up with his tongue. This was an experienced man. Gabriel wanted answers. Maybe the answers he wanted would show up along the way.

To show off just how experienced he was, Jalen looked up at Gabriel cunningly and made a show of gliding off his shorts while keeping Gabriel in his mouth, and sucking even deeper as he put one of his arms behind his back, and held himself up with the other. He languidly, almost lovingly, sucked on the first few inches, keeping his eyes up on Gabriel the whole time. Blame it on the molly—Jalen was gorgeous. The elastic strap hugged at his ass, making his cheeks look even rounder. So fucking hot.

With each bob of his head, his tongue almost expertly wrangling Gabriel's very, very hard tool, Jalen sucked a little more of him in every time. Gabriel could hear the hints of alt jazz in the background, and he transported yet again, reaching a new high. His body tingled with excitement and pleasure, and he reached out to bury his fingers in the soft curls atop Jalen's head. This caused the other man to sit up, and stoke Gabriel with both hands.

"Gimme a minute," Jalen gasped, breathing intensely. He stared Gabriel down with the same look he gave him on the balcony, in the living room, in the kitchen. He wasn't tripping hours ago. This was probably going to happen tonight regardless. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot, Gabriel." He continued to stroke. "You need someone to take care of this fat fucking dick, huh? You need someone to tell you how fucking hot you are. You gotta know that every man wants to be you, or fuck you."

"That's coming from you," Gabriel managed to whisper. "You're amazing." With that, Jalen smirked again, and if Gabriel weren't at his hardest already, he was now. "Kiss me."

Jalen leaned forward, giving Gabriel the nastiest, sloppiest, wettest kiss he could, moaning with pleasure, as if the kiss had penetrated him somehow. Then he went back down taking the majority of Gabriel's length and girth into his mouth, moaning all the same. He sucked deep, taking Gabriel into his throat. Gabriel again buried his fingers into the coils of hair, and guided him up and down. Was this the best head he'd ever gotten? Was it the intoxication? Maybe Jalen was magical. Either way, the man was performing miracles on his dick. Jalen was gulping him down, hands free, almost silently. It was like the man had no damn teeth. Gabriel knew this was only going to get more intense as the night went on, and he started to push Jalen onto his cock. Jalen coughed around him once before gripping his hands onto Gabriel's thighs, sucking all the way down and burying his nose into Gabriel's pubic hair. He stayed there for three whole seconds, and then popped back up, spit webbing in a tiny thread from his lip down to the tip of Gabriel's cock. As Gabriel stared in amazement, he did it again. And again. Taking the full length in his mouth, down his throat. What did Gabriel do to deserve this treatment? He felt like he paid for this, as if this were a reward. Maybe this was his reward for being a good boy for some years, staying out of trouble, taking himself seriously.

Jalen continued to deep-throat him, happily, seemingly effortless. He kept his eyes closed and slurped around him, finally opening his eyes to give him one last lick. He straddled around Gabriel, teasing him as he danced his ass around Gabriel's cock. Gabriel kissed him deeply, grabbing at his back, his broad shoulders, firm arms. He liked this, too. A stronger energy to compete with his own. A broad, strong chest. Gabriel smacked at Jalen's ass again.

The man quickly ran to his discarded shorts, and came back with lube, crawling all over Gabriel once again. He was sure Jalen was bringing out an intense touchiness in him. He just grabbed him all over as Jalen ripped the lube with his teeth, stroked Gabriel with one hand—fingered himself with the other. Gabriel hadn't let himself think that far. They were gonna fuck. Like... Fuck fuck.

He now knew he'd be sticking his dick in another man, and there was no hesitation. It only made him more excited.

Something must've come over his face, because Jalen looked at him and seemed intrigued. Gabriel just leaned forward and kissed at the man's chest. Jalen made himself twitch against his own fingers, Gabriel felt it. That's what he wanted.

Another questionable decision to ditch the condom. Probably one he shouldn't have done at the time, but he trusted Jiao, and subsequently—

Gabriel focused on the task at hand, and gruffly moved both he and Jalen over, scooting them to the side of the bed. Jalen seemed impressed by this, by Gabriel's strength, and he kissed him, starting to stroke his own tool. "Jesus, fuck," Jalen raved. "God, I'm so glad we're doing this."

Gabriel sensed a talker in Jalen, and got goosebumps at the thought of possibly fucking him in front of the bathroom mirror, watching him watch himself.

Just as he thought of this, Jalen dragged Gabriel over to the large comfy chair, and within seconds was teasing his own ass with the head of Gabriel's dick, straddling Gabriel with one leg, and keeping the other foot planted on the floor. Jalen was going to ride him. Who was this man? How lucky did Gabriel get tonight?

Gabriel felt his head push through a ring of muscle, diving into Jalen as the man desperately clung to Gabriel's shoulders. He sat there for a while, eyes closed and panting, taking in Gabriel's form. Gabriel used that time to kiss at his neck and spread Jalen's ass, pushing up and into him even deeper. They moaned together, and Jalen began to shift, moving up and down at a slow pace as they shared tongue-filled kisses. It was tight, just like any ass Gabriel had ever been in—three women had let him do anal—but it was different. Different good. It was hot that Jalen's own impressively-sized cock was wedged between them. It was fucking hot that he made these manly sounds, and moved around carefully because he knew what Gabriel's body would feel like.

Pretty soon, Jalen put his hands on Gabriel's chest and shoulder, and began to bounce. Gabriel kept one hand on his ass, one on his waist, and moved with him. Jalen felt too good around his dick. He felt slick, tight. Gabriel slipped his thumb under the jock strap and snapped it. Jalen "mmm'd" and fucked down on him harder. Strong. Gabriel hadn't known he wanted the intensity behind fucking. He didn't know how much he wanted his partner to fuck back. He liked the rippling muscles along Jalen's body, how nice his thighs looked. He even liked the way the strap hugged into Jalen's waist, above his ass. Gabriel moved his hips to buck up into him, and Jalen responded by throwing his head back. Gabriel raved at that. He felt like the air pulsed around him at the rhythm of their fucking. He felt elated. He liked that his whole body shook, and that Jalen's ass seemed to suck at him, too. Fucking tight and perfect. He decided to say that last part out loud.

Jalen liked to hear it. "Oh, yeah? You like my ass?"

"Fuck yeah."

"You like how I fuck you?"

Gabriel's response: a smack to his ass. Jalen moaned aloud, and grinded slowly, his hole stretching around every vein and curve Gabriel possessed. He rocked back and forth, rolling his hips and working Gabriel's cock in and out, in and out. Gabriel admired the work, the stamina. They stayed in that position for a while. Jalen started to talk more, and his movements became less coordinated as he got himself off, riding Gabriel with gusto, whispering almost frantically sometimes.

"God, fuck, Gabriel FUCK—don't stop, Jesus fuck—so strong, you're so fucking hot—"