Gabriel and Michale also appear for a spell as side characters in Better late than never.
WARNING: This is GBLT/LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender) themed fiction with explicit contents that is NOT appropriate for minors.
Betaed by wonderful diluain, all the remaining mistakes are mine.
Deliverance
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
Michael put the book he was reading on the small table beside the armchair. It was nine o'clock in the evening, nobody ever came after eight, rarely even called, he trained his friends well.
Should he even answer? He ran his fingers through ash-blond hair that fell just over his ears and stood up. Maybe it was something urgent.
He went to the intercom and pushed the speak button. "Hello."
"Micha, it's me. Open up."
"Gabe?"
"Yeah."
What was Gabriel doing here? Michael pressed the button with a key drawn on it. Gabriel never visited him, his foot had never even once stepped into his apartment. Michael was always the one who came to visit them, to have his monthly lunch with his family, the only one that was left.
The metal sound that followed the buzz told Michael that Gabriel had opened the door and was on his way up the stairs.
Michael opened the door and leaned on the doorframe, watching Gabriel's approach. He saw bags in Gabriel's hands and he wondered absently why they were there.
Gabriel, panting, climbed up the stairs and then he was through the door. As soon as the door closed the bags fell from his hands and he wrapped his arms around Michael in a tight hug. "It's so good to see you."
Michael's hand patted Gabriel's head, flattening the mess of short brown hair that was tickling him. "You too," I think. "What are you doing here?"
Gabriel stepped back, his arms slid away from Michael, his midnight-blue eyes intense and a small pout on his lips. "Are you saying you don't want me here?"
"No, of course not." Michael leaned on the wall behind him and crossed his arms. "It's… you surprised me." That was saying it mildly.
"I need a place to stay." Gabriel went to the living room door and peeked through, his gaze taking in the sparsely, but comfortable furnished room. He looked over his shoulder. "I hope you don't mind?"
"If you don't mind the couch?" Michael unglued himself from the wall. "And take your shoes off. You are soiling my lovely, clean floor."
"Sure." Gabriel kicked his shoes off and in the next moment he was in the living room. He threw himself on the couch and grabbed the TV's remote control.
"What happened? Did Barbara and Robert throw you out?" Had Gabriel's parents finally flipped, saying that they'd had enough?
Gabriel raised his eyebrows. "Why would they?"
"Cause of your escapades. Because of the drinking, drugs and the men you brought home." How many times had Michael listened to his cousin Barbara's complaining how her son's partying was getting out of control, how her patience with Gabriel was reaching the limit?. Michael could understand Gabriel, sort of, he had some wild nights behind him too, not wild as Gabriel, but wild nevertheless, but that didn't mean that he approved Gabriel's behavior, it actually made him worry. "Did you run away?"
"Micha. I'm nineteen years old. Running from home doesn't apply to me anymore." Gabriel sat up. He tugged on Michael's arm. "Let's say I threw myself out?"
Michael sat down beside Gabriel. "Why?"
"Cause I found out something." Gabriel laid his head on Michael's shoulder, a familiar gesture.
Michael wrapped his arm around Gabriel and in an old habit his palm started to stroke Gabriel's back up and down.
"Dad blurted out that you are bi." Gabriel looked up, his hand on Michael's chest, a slight pink on the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah, so what? I never hid that fact." Even if he had never told Gabriel about it, Gabriel should have known it or at least suspected it, if for nothing else than because of that tedious, long talk they'd had about sex and sexuality when, at thirteen years old, Gabriel had showed his gayinclination with a kiss straight on Michael's mouth. He hadn't told him then because at that time he had thought the attraction that the same sex held for him was just part of youthful exploration.
"I didn't know. I always thought you were straight." Gabriel's fingers grabbed Michael's shirt in his fist. "I never thought I stood a chance." A soft smile graced his features and there was something sparkling in his dark blue eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Michael's hand stilled.
"I can have you." Gabriel pounced on Michael, he straddled him, wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned with his forehead on Michael's. His smile became a big grin. "I can have you. I love you. So much."
"Of course you do. I love you too, we are family. Now, get off me." Michael pushed gently against Gabriel's chest.
"Not in that way, I love you, in love with you." Gabriel pressed his cheeks against Michael's. "And I want you so much."
"Gabe, what are you talking about? You can't have me. I'm not one of your conquests and I don't intend to become one." What was that boy thinking?
"You would never be one of them. You are special. You were always special." Gabriel wound his legs around Michael's waist. "They were just a distraction, just means to take my thoughts away from you. I love you, I have always loved you."
"Gabe, it's not funny anymore. Get off me." That was enough. Michael pulled Gabriel's hands apart. "We are cousins, for crying out loud."
"No, you and mom are cousins," Gabriel leaned with all his weight on Michael, "we are distant relatives."
"I baby-sat you when you were little." Michael slid with his weight sideways on the couch. "I'm so much older than you."
"Damn it Micha, you are only thirteen years older than me." Gabriel leaned and licked the side of Michael's cheek. "That's nothing."
"Why can't you listen to reason?" Shivers ran up Michael's spine and he pushed the hands that he was holding away from himself. Damn it. He should be unaffected by Gabriel's words and actions, but he was not. "Do I have to use force on you to get you off?"
"You would never do that, you love me too." Gabriel moved his hips and created friction between them.
"But not in that way!" Michael buckled under Gabriel, he tried to throw him off, but only thing he succeeded in doing was to worsen the situation. He bit his lip. Damn that boy. He was stronger than Gabriel and he didn't use half of his strength for fear of hurting him. And maybe, just maybe, he didn't really want to- No, he could not think like that. But damn…
"You don't know that." Gabriel's lips were on Michael's neck, like he wasn't almost hanging down from his arms that were in Michael's tight grip.
"I know that." Michael's arms started to hurt, he released Gabriel's and let his drop to his side. Maybe if he stayed unresponsive Gabriel would stop with this, because he couldn't force himself to use his strength on his favorite 'little cousin' and maybe he wasn't even able to.
"Then, why are you hard?" Gabriel leaned on his elbows and towered over him.
A strand of brown hair fell over Gabriel's brow and Michael's hand itched to reach out and stroke it back. "I'm not."
"Liar." Gabriel bended and pressed his lips against Michael's, a tender caress.
Michael pressed his lips together and his hands curled into fists. When was the last time he had felt the blood pulsing in his body like this? When was the last time that somebody had awakened a hot, luscious desire like this? A soft sigh escaped between his lips. It has been such a long time since his body was touched like this.
He was so stupid, he should have thrown Gabriel away from him and out of his apartment as soon as the boy jumped on him , when his head was still clear and when his brain still functioned, because now… he shook his head, searching for an image that would return the blood back into his brain.
Gabriel's tongue flickered out, he licked the seam of Michael's mouth and when his lips stayed closed, he licked a wet path down Michael's cheek, jaw, his neck, then back again.
Michael turned his head away from Gabriel's touch. A dam that helped him to look indifferent on the outside, that hid the trembling and a feverish storm that was raging inside, was crumbling under Gabriel's delicious caress.
Gabriel's breath became short, shallow puffs, he buried his nose in Michael's hair. "Kiss me, please, kiss me. Don't turn away."
"Gabe," Michael tugged on Gabriel's hair. "This is wr-" The next moment he had his mouth full of Gabriel and he was lost, lost in the taste of him, in the sweetness of him. His arms wrapped on their own around Gabriel. The dam broke and there was nothing more important than the delightful boy in his arms. Maybe, maybe he did love him that way, he just didn't know it.
Gabriel's hands were pulling on Michael's shirt, clawing at Michael's back, sliding over Michael's chest.
Michael ended the kiss, "Shhhh, baby, shhh. Slow down," and held him in a tender embrace, his sanity hanging on a weak thread.
"But I…I.." Gabriel's fingers were on Michaels's belt, he made a quick work of it. ",,,wanted you for… so long." He pulled on the Michael's shirt and when that was removed, the Michael's pants and his clothes quickly followed. With flushed cheeks he slid his hands down Michael's torso, over the abs and strong muscles. "You are so beautiful."
"And naked while you are still dressed." Michael watched how clothes started to fly off Gabriel and he wondered absently when his brain had shut down and his cock taken over the control. Or was it his heart?
"I can't believe this is happening." Gabriel's eyes were shining and a smile like a big sun lighted his face.
He couldn't believe it either. Why was he suddenly so calm, so ok with this? "And what is happening?" Michael pulled himself on his elbows, his eyes inspected the tool the boy was sporting and he wondered how the hell Gabe's slender and lean body could have a cock almost as big as his.
Gabriel leaned down and pulled out from the pocket of his discarded pants a small tube of self-warming lube. "This is." He lifted the tube up like a trophy.
"You came prepared." Michael opened up his legs wide to Gabriel's insistent knee and leaned back on the cool surface of the couch.
"Yeah, for you, always." Gabriel kneeled between Michaels's bent legs and he opened the tube. He coated his shaking fingers with it and bent down, his mouth tender and insistent on Michael's. As his tongue slid between Michel's lips, his hand reached between Michael's thighs and he slipped a finger inside him.
Michael's breath hitched, he relaxed his muscles and wrapped his arms around Gabriel's slender back.
Gabriel added another finger, he pressed deep and twisted his hand.
The intense pleasure lifted Michael's hips up. He gasped into Gabriel's mouth. God. "One… one more, harder." The third finger was added and they rubbed his sweet spot, over and over again.
Shit. Shit. The carnal delight traveled in waves up Michael's spine. If Gabe continued like that, he was going to come really quick. His hand reached down and stilled the movement of Gabriel's fingers. "You have to stop this, I don't think I can last. If you intend to fuck me," Michael said, not quite believing that those words were coming out from his mouth, "you better do it now."
Gabriel's eyes dilated and he had his cock greased and dressed in a condom in a record time. He pushed Michael's leg up and over his shoulder. With his eyes intent on Michael's face he guided himself to Michael's slick opening and slid carefully in.
Michel hissed and opened his legs wider.
Gabriel stopped.
The head was now in and it was easier than Michael thought, he flexed his lower body, everything else was now a piece of cake. He pushed out with his pelvis, taking Gabriel in to the hilt. He pressed a sloppy kiss on the corner of Gabriel's mouth. "You better make this good."
"Or what?" Gabriel leaned on his elbows and rolled his narrow hips.
Michael gasped. The little shit hadn't even moved and already he managed to bump against his special spot. Damn. He was good. "I can't really think with your dick up my ass and all, but…"
Gabriel pulled partly out and pushed back in. "But?"
"I don't want to regret this." Michael intercepted every one of Gabriel's liquid strokes.
"You wont. I promise." Gabriel's thrusts became harder, longer, his dark blue glazed eyes held Michael's in a strong hold. "I won't let you and I'm going to fuck you so hard, so good that every time you think of me, you are going to get painfully hard." He added a roll to his hips.
Hot pleasure arched Michael's back and curled his toes. His eyes fluttered close. Goddamn. "You little shit."
"Look at me." Gabriel put all of his weight on his left arm and took Michael's erection in his right hand. "Please."
With half-opened eyes Michael hooked his fingers around Gabriel's neck and pulled him down into fervid, hot kiss.
Their tongues slid against each other, the wild dance of a storm.
Gabriel pounded into Michael hard and fast, every one of his thrusts causing white sparks to appear behind Michael's eyelids.
And that hand, that hand on his cock… Michael was so close, so close. He ended the kiss, slid his hands in lush, slightly damp brown hair and tugged on it. "Harder."
"I'm going to come." Gabriel started to pump Michael's cock, his hips slamming into the body bellow, holding nothing back.
Right there. Damn, so fuckingly amazing. "Yeah, yeah… me too." Michael wrapped his fingers around Gabriel's fist and quickened his pace. He could feel it, just a little bit more, just a little bit more. "Oh, fuck, yes." The fireworks exploded, his body spasmed around the swelling shaft deep inside him and a white liquid splattered their bellies.
"God, Misha," A last deep thrust before Gabriel's muscles went taut and he feel limp on the sweaty body beneath him.
Michael's arms were wrapped around Gabriel, his lungs were taking in the air in big gulps and his heart was slowly calming down. He pulled his leg down from Gabriel's shoulder.
Gabriel rubbed his cheek against Michael's chest. "That was great."
"Yeah." Michael's splayed hand stroked up and down Gabriel's back. "Now, would you get out of me, please."
"Nope." Gabriel smirked up at Michael, his fingers rolled Michael's nipple between them. "I like being in you."
Michael narrowed his eyes at Gabriel and swatted the fingers away from his nipple. "Stop fooling around. Get serious. We need to talk."
"About what?"
"How can you even ask that?" Michael ran his fingers through his hair. "I just had sex with my male cousin." Great sex. And he didn't really regret it, but... "What are your parents going to say?"
"I'm not your cousin." Gabriel pulled carefully out of Michael. "Get that through your head." He removed the condom, tied it up and tossed it on the floor. "And stop worrying. Mom and Dad know that I've loved you for a long time, that's why they were hiding the fact that you like men too, cause they knew that as soon as I found out, I'd be at your door trying my luck." He lay back on Michael, snuggling close.
"But-"
"There's no but. They've had a lot of time to get used to the idea and you better get used to it too." Gabriel bit the soft skin on Michael's shoulder. "No matter what, you are stuck with me now."
Michael rubbed the skin on Gabriel's nape. What could he do? He could never hurt Gabriel and the part of him that thought that all of his doubts and hesitations were nothing more than a load of shit, found the whole thing wonderfully exciting. Maybe for once he could take things as they came and try not to think too much about them, cause weird as it may have sounded, this felt real, right. "Oh, well."
"And Mom said you'd try to resist harder." Gabriel chuckled before his face became serious. "Not that that would help you."
"Yes, I know." He should, he had known Gabriel long enough to know his stubborn nature and his ability to impose his will on others. . Michael pulled Gabriel closer and pressed a sloppy kiss on his mouth. What was that saying: 'if you can't beat them, join them', he rolled them around so that his body was wrapped around Gabriel like a blanket, and maybe he'd do just that.
The end