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Soft, romantic instrumental music played quietly and Abel wasn't sure if it had been playing all along
or if Kaplan had just turned it on. But it was comforting, and soothed the ache in his heart.
Kaplan's warm mouth dropped kisses on his stomach and chest, moving up his throat. Abel moaned as
the man's strong, naked body covered his and his lips found Abel's mouth, kissing him passionately.
The weight of Kaplan's body felt good, even protective as he slowly sank down against Abel, his
desire evident, even demanding as he rocked gently against Abel's own arousal.
Abel opened his legs wider and wrapped them securely around the man's waist, his hands caressing
and rubbing over the flexing muscles of Kaplan's back, then lower to slide over his butt, gripping,
massaging. The man groaned deep and pushed harder against Abel. He whimpered when Kaplan's
rock hard cock raked firmly against his own, his tight, heavy balls massaging just below the base of
Abel's shaft.
Oh god. Abel whimpered again. His fingers delved in between Kaplan's ass cheeks, stroking
through his crease, one fingertip probing his tight hole.
Kaplan's breath caught and he tensed. Abel hesitated, started to withdraw when the man kissed him
and groaned, Don't stop...please.
Relaxing, Abel rubbed his fingers down deep between his cheeks again.
Hold that thought. Kaplan murmured and kissed him again then left the bed. Abel watched him as he
walked over to a vanity type dresser. He lifted a clear tube of gel out of a small warming station then
returned to the bed. Use this. He placed the tube in Abel's hand. It warmed his palm.
They changed positions and Kaplan laid down on his stomach as Abel knelt behind him between his
legs and squeezed out a few drops of the warm gel lubricant and coated his fingers. He added a
couple extra drops directly in between the man's cheeks then rubbed it in. Kaplan groaned, then
gripped the pillow when Abel slowly worked one slick, warm finger inside him.
Fuck. Kaplan shoved his face in the pillow, breath quickening as Abel inserted a second finger,
then a third, stroking him deep. Oh my god.
Abel leaned down and kissed the small of his back then the swell of his cheeks as he continued to
glide his fingers in and out of his tight velvet cave.
Ah fuck, Abel. Kaplan choked and moved against his fingers. I want you, baby...I want you inside
me so bad. His breath puffed hard from his lips. Please fuck me.
Abel withdrew his fingers, hesitating briefly. The closest he'd come to fucking a man was when Gabe
had rode him, and even then Gabe was doing most of the work. Still, he wanted this. His cock
throbbed at the idea of squeezing into the man's tight body. Just having his fingers inside him, he could
feel how soft and warm it was in there.
He took more of the warm lubricant in his palm and coated his cock, moaning at the warmth of the gel
as it encased his shaft. When he pushed through Kaplan's tight ring and entered his hot inner caverns,
he nearly passed out. A sharp gasp rushed out of him as Kaplan sucked in a sharp breath then groaned
in pleasure. Abel's eyes stung with tears he couldn't account for as he pushed deeper and deeper
inside the man.
Yes, baby. Kaplan moaned loud, ass shoving back against Abel. Oh fuck...yes...keep going,
baby...I want all of you.
Fuck. Abel gasped hard when he sank in balls deep, and Kaplan's body jerked as his cock head
raked over his sweet spot.
Ah Fuck! he choked, gouging the pillow with his nails. Oh my god, Abel...fuck me, baby...I want
you now...
Abel was ready, his cock pulsing deep inside the man's tight ass. He grabbed Kaplan's hips and drew
out a little then thrust in again, wrenching a cry of ecstasy from the man. His own breath panted and
hitched as he began to fuck him harder, deeper. He stretched over his back, clutching the man's
shoulders, breath puffing hard against the back of his neck as he rocked against him with force. His
arms slipped under Kaplan, gripping his chest as the man pushed up on his elbows a little, fucking
Abel back with urgency and a measure of desperation.
Yes, Abel! he cried. Oh god, baby! You fuck so good! Oh my god...oh fuck, you feel so good,
baby! Don't stop...fuck me harder...Uuhh!
It didn't take long for Abel to feel the tightening in his balls, the orgasm coiling in his groin. Oh
fuck. he shuddered, panting, groaning as their sweat slick bodies slipped easily against one another.
Oh god, I'm gonna cum...I can't hold it...
Do it. Kaplan trembled, body arching, ass thrusting on Abel's cock. Oh fuck, baby, I want to feel
you cum inside me! Give it to me, please!
A wrenching cry burst from Abel suddenly as he came hard, his fluids pumping out with force. He
choked on another cry and fucked the man with increased urgency as he emptied himself inside him.
He was still shaking from the effects of the powerful orgasm when Kaplan drew him down underneath
him, coated himself with the warm gel then pushed inside Abel, drawing a sharp gasp from the boy.
You are so perfect. Kaplan's breath shuddered against Abel's lips, then he kissed him. Perfect in
every way, baby. Emotion strained the man's words. He shoved in deeper, stealing Abel's breath,
then began to glide his cock in and out of his tight, sensitive body, still sexually heightened from his
recent orgasm. Kaplan dropped his face into Abel's neck and groaned as he fucked him with urgency,
needing the release. Oh fuck, baby...you are heaven on earth.
Abel clung to him, wrapped tightly around his slick, fevered body, tears running freely down his
temples as the man made love to him with more than his body but with heart and mind as well.
***
The darkness pulsated inside the bedroom, pressing at Devlin's body, his mind. His breath quickened,
heart raced, as he felt suffocated. He turned his head and focused on the closed blinds, the street lights
pushing at them from outside the window. Even that tiny bit of light helped him catch his breath, calm
his pulse.
Savannah was going home tomorrow...and Abel still wasn't back. Once she was out of the hospital
would he ever see the boy again? He could go to the club...but what if Abel didn't want to see him?
Wouldn't even let him apologize?
How the fuck do you even apologize for what you did? For the way you...talked to him?
Devlin's hands shoved into his hair and he gripped his head, chest catching with sobs. What the fuck
did I do? Oh god... His fingers squeezed, pulling hard at the roots of his hair. His eyes clamped shut
as he choked on a rush of sobs. Fuck! he screamed out his pain, tears flooding. You fucker, Craig!
I fucking hate you! You motherfucker! How could you...how... He rolled onto his stomach and
screamed into his pillow.
I'm glad you're dead! You sick motherfucker! I hope you burn in hell for all of fucking eternity!
Gasping hard, Devlin crawled off the bed and moved across the room on shaky legs, stumbling
through the door and making his way to the living room. The street lights permeated the darkness more
effectively and he could see their reflection off the glass of the picture frames situated across the
mantel above the fireplace.
His face twisting in pain and rage, Devlin started grabbing the photos and smashing them against the
wall, the floor, tugging others out of their frames and ripping them to shreds.
I hate you! he screamed. You're not my brother! You're not! You fucker! How could you do that to
him? To Brandon? To ME!!
His strength abandoned him suddenly and he dropped to the floor amidst the shredded photos of a man
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