Gabriel's Pretty [Rescue for Hire 6](Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) Page 6

  Gabriel’s rough hand glided over Pete’s smooth taut stomach. After he dipped his finger in Pete’s belly-button a few times, Gabriel followed the white-blond silky treasure trail to the waistband of Pete’s blue jeans. The pants of the protective overalls clung precariously to the jeans, ready to fall into a heap at his ankles at any moment.

  Gabriel had no problem sliding his hand under the waistband and exploring the course hair surrounding Pete’s cock. Taking a few minutes to card his fingers through the hair, he searched out the swollen root of Pete’s dick. Circling and rubbing the edges where the base met the hair-covered skin, Gabriel continued to tease Pete.

  “Please Gabriel, hold it, squeeze it tight,” Pete begged.

  Gabriel ignored Pete’s begging and reached in further past his tight ball sack and started rubbing the flat piece of skin behind it. Pete surged on to his toes, crying out. With his free hand, Gabriel flicked the overalls loose as he opened Pete’s jeans. The clothing easily slid to the floor with a soft whisper.

  “Let me go and step out, lovely,” Gabriel ordered.

  Pete’s arms dropped down and he stepped forward with Gabriel pressed close behind. Hands rough and over dry from climbing rocks and water training exercises swept over Pete’s naked body leaving goose bumps in their wake.

  Gabriel leaned down and placed his lips on the vein pulsing with excitement on Pete’s slim neck. Moving further up to the tender spot behind Pete’s ear, Gabriel bit down lightly on the paper-thin skin, before soothingly licking it, then he roughly sucked up a deep bruise.

  “Shit, damn, oh, oh. Come on Gabriel, shit, I’m going to come.” Pete’s words turned to moans.

  “We need supplies, lovely,” Gabriel whispered in the ear next to the spot he was tormenting.

  “You need to let me go. They’re in my overnight bag.”

  While Gabriel watched Pete move to the closet and pull a small black toiletry kit off the shelf, he quickly took his own clothes off. By the time Pete came back, Gabriel had the top covers pulled down to the bottom of the bed. Something niggled at Gabriel’s mind, but by the time he was settled in the soft bed he had a naked wiggling Pete in his arms and forgot about figuring out what had bothered him.

  Flipping Pete onto his back, Gabriel covered his body and started humping his hips so that their straining hard cocks rubbed against each other. Pete caught on real quick and soon both men were breathing hard from the sensations against the sensitive skin of their pricks.

  Bracing himself on one hand, Gabriel took both leaking cocks into his large rough hand and held them firmly together. Humping his hips faster, brought out deep moans from Pete and Gabriel felt his balls pull up tight. Knowing that if he kept the pace going, he was going to come, Gabriel slowed his hips down. Pete’s eyes opened and he glared at Gabriel.

  With a smile, Gabriel said, “Put a rubber on me.”

  As Pete leaned up to grab the opened box of condoms, Gabriel swiped up some leaking pre-cum from the head of his cock and reached around to wet Pete’s small tight hole. He continued to rub the cum around, softening the rosette until it let one of his fingers press inside. By now Pete had the condom on Gabriel’s almost painfully hard dick.

  Pete stretched under him and his fingers grabbed the well-used tube of slick next to the box of condoms. Flipping the cap, Pete waited for Gabriel to hold out his hand. Reluctantly Gabriel pulled his finger loose. After letting Pete squeeze some of the lubricant onto his fingers, Gabriel quickly pressed two fingers inside Pete’s warmth.

  The tube was dropped, forgotten as Pete started impaling himself on Gabriel’s fingers. Not one to miss an opportunity, Gabriel made sure he pushed in as far as he could and nailed Pete’s small gland, which had Pete throwing back his blond head and screaming in pleasure.

  Scissoring and massaging the edges of Pete’s hole quickly let Gabriel push a third finger inside. He wanted to take a minute and let Pete adjust, but the smaller man was not cooperating at all. Pete reached up and started to rapidly stroke his dick making the muscles around Gabriel’s fingers tighten to the point of pain.

  Gabriel managed to pull his fingers out of Pete’s hole and reached for the self-pleasuring hand. “Let go,” he ordered.

  At first Gabriel thought Pete wouldn’t obey. But reluctantly his fingers loosened and dropped away from the now pulsating blood engorged prick. Pete’s bright blue eyes were filled with lust and yearning. “Gabriel, I need,” Pete pleaded.

  Putting his condom-coated dick to the loosened opening of Pete’s hole, Gabriel pressed in until the head was inside with a small pop. Leaning down he kissed Pete taking the time to coax his tongue to come out and play. The kiss quickly turned wet and wild, until Pete had both of his hands buried in Gabriel’s hair.

  That was the signal Gabriel was waiting for. He wanted his pretty Pete to be lost in the feeling Gabriel was giving him. With a deep push, Gabriel was balls deep in Pete grasping body. It was slick, warm and tight, making Gabriel pull out and without hesitation, surge back in.

  Pete raised his thin legs and started to wrap them around Gabriel. But Gabriel wanted more and before they could lock around him he lifted them until they were resting on his shoulders. This made his cock sink in even deeper, nailing Pete’s prostate with every stroke.

  Through it all, even though Pete was almost bend in half. Gabriel was large enough that they stayed locked together in their kiss. Gabriel sucked Pete’s lower lip into his mouth and gently bit down.

  Cum painted Pete’s belly as he cried out and shook in Gabriel’s arms. Gabriel released Pete’s legs from his shoulders and started pounding into the heaven of Pete’s body. Pete added to the ecstasy by squeezing the muscles of his ass, making Gabriel’s ball-sack pull up tight and the ripple of electricity climb up his spine.

  Gabriel released Pete’s mouth and let his orgasm take over. Over and over his cum spurted out filling the condom until there wasn’t anything left in his balls.

  Dipping his head, his lips gently met Pete’s beautifully swollen lips, sealing the union of their bodies.

  Pressing a finger to the top of the condom, Gabriel pulled out and fell to the side. Grabbing tissues from a box on the end table, he took care of the condom and disposed of it into the garbage can next to the bed.

  Pete kissed him and then rolled out of the bed. “I’ll go get a wash cloth. It’ll just take a second.”

  Gabriel lay there feeling ecstatic and anticipating Pete’s return and what position he wanted to start round two in. The small feeling he’d had before started to make itself known again. As Pete came back into the room and ran the warm soft wash cloth over his sensitive cock and balls, Gabriel looked over at the closet. That’s when it hit him. Now he knew what had bothered him.

  “Pete, why do you have condoms and lube in your overnight bag?” he asked. He was impressed his voice sounded so calm.

  “That’s silly,” Pete answered, “in case I need them.” Pete continued to wipe Gabriel clean, taking extra time on the head of his cock.

  “Did you need them on your last trip?” Gabriel asked.

  Pete frowned. A blush slowly started at his shoulders and climbed up his neck until those twin spots of red were decorating his cheek bones.

  “No, I didn’t need them on the last trip,” Pete said. Gabriel noticed he didn’t look him in the eye and Pete’s hands were now twisting the wash rag until little drops of water were making dark wet spots on the navy blue bed sheet.

  Encircling Pete’s wrist, Gabriel pulled until a reluctant and uncomfortable Pete was lying stiffly in his arms.

  “But you tried, didn’t you, Pete?” Gabriel asked quietly.

  “It doesn’t matter, it’s not like we were a couple,” Pete answered. He started struggling trying to break the firm hold Gabriel had on him.

  Gabriel flipped them until he was on top of Pete holding him securely. “You’re absolutely right. We weren’t a couple when you were on that last trip.”

  Gabriel’s words must have sa
nk in, because Pete stopped moving and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. But it was the worried and borderline terrified look in his eyes that made Gabriel’s heart hurt.

  “I didn’t do anything wrong,” Pete whispered. Now his beautiful blue eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

  “Why are you upset?” Gabriel was surprised at how calm his voice was. The thought of Pete with anyone else made him want to chew through nails.

  “You’re making me feel like I did something wrong.” Pete’s breathing was starting to become rapid.

  “Tell me what you tried to do.” Again Gabriel was surprised. His voice almost sounded gentle in its demand.

  Pete closed his eyes and dropped his chin in an avoidance posture. Gabriel was having none of that and lifted Pete’s chin tenderly and dropped a kiss on his pouting lips. It was the pouting lower lip that told Gabriel that his pretty Pete was rebelling even though he was scared of Gabriel’s reaction.

  Quick as a wink Gabriel was sitting on the side of the bed, with Pete across his knees. Gabriel held Pete securely with one arm across his back and the other holding his legs still. That didn’t stop Pete from kicking his legs out below the knees.

  “Gabriel, what are you doing?” Pete’s voice rose with every word he spoke.

  We’re going to have a talk, pretty Pete.” Even to Gabriel’s ears, it didn’t sound like he only wanted to talk.

  “Let me go, Gabriel,” Pete demanded. “I didn’t do anything wrong. You have no right to hit me.”

  “Oh, I’m not going to hit you. I’m going to spank this pasty white bottom of yours and make it a pretty pink,” Gabriel answered. “You know, I wondered if your tan covered everything. Now I know. You have the whitest ass I’ve ever seen.”

  Pete started yelling, “Let me go.”

  Gabriel gave him a good smack across the ass. Pete kicked and screamed even more causing Gabriel to rain a few sharp slaps on each cheek and to the back of his thighs.

  “Stop, that hurts. Gabriel, please stop,” Pete yelled.

  “Are you ready to talk,” Gabriel asked.

  “You’re an asshole,” Pete stated. Gabriel was secretly delighted that Pete still had a little spunk in him. From the little that Damian and Treb had said, Pete’s father and uncle tried their best to beat Pete down. It was very good to know that they hadn’t succeeded.

  “On your last trip, were you looking for a hookup?” he asked.

  “Yes,” Pete answered. Gabriel couldn’t help but smile at the total little boy pouty tone Pete had used.

  “Good boy.” Gabriel rubbed the now-pink skin of Pete’s lovely ass. “Tell me why.”

  “I wanted to find someone to get rid of all these feelings I’m having for you.”

  “You have feelings for me?” Gabriel asked.

  “Way too many.” There was definitely a major pout in that sentence.

  Gabriel slapped Pete’s ass a couple of more times. By now Pete was groaning with each slap, but he was also pushing into the blow and his hard leaking cock was painting trails of pre-cum onto the side of Gabriel’s leg.

  “Your days of hooking up are over, pretty Pete,” Gabriel informed Pete.

  “Well then, so are yours,” Pete shot back. Now his ass was flexing trying to rub his cock harder against the side of Gabriel’s leg.

  “I agree. So are we an exclusive couple, pretty Pete?” Gabriel spanked Pete’s ass two more times, causing his legs to spread exposing his winking hole and pulled-up tight balls.

  “Yes,” Pete said. The second Pete answered Gabriel pushed a finger into his hole and didn’t stop until he nailed Pete’s prostate.

  “Come,” Gabriel ordered.

  Pete screamed and jets of cum made line after line on Gabriel’s leg, and the faded blue carpet that covered the floor. Gabriel continued to rub the warm now-red ass under the palm of his hand until Pete collapsed, boneless across his lap.

  In the shower later, a troubled Pete looked up through the steam at Gabriel.

  “I don’t enjoy being abused,” he said.

  Gabriel cupped the side of Pete’s face. “No one does,” he said. Then he leaned down and kissed Pete gently, water streaming down around them.

  “Then why did I like the spanking?” Pete asked. His bottom lip was now between his teeth.

  Using his thumb he gently pried the abused lip out from between Pete’s straight white teeth. “A spanking between couples can be a form of sexual play. It can also be a punishment, depending what the dynamics between the couple are.”

  Gabriel watched as Pete thought that over. Looking at Gabriel he asked. “So, if I really and truly felt that the spankings were abuse, you would stop?”

  “Absolutely. I will never abuse you. That I will promise you right now,” Gabriel vowed.

  Pete smiled mischief. “Okay, we’ll have sexy spankings, but no punishment spankings.”

  Gabriel laughed outright at that statement. “If you do something to deserve a punishment spanking, I will give it to you.”

  “Well, it’s a good thing that I’ll never do anything to deserve one,” Pete countered.

  Gabriel laughed again and hugged Pete close. “I guess we’ll have to see how that goes, pretty Pete.”

  Over the next two weeks somehow Gabriel managed to be in Pete’s bed every night. Slowly but surely they were getting closer, until Gabriel could feel the “L” word hovering on his lips. But he knew he had to take it slow with Pete. There were still secrets floating around that Pete wasn’t ready to tell.

  So Gabriel bided his time. And then the phone call came.

  Chapter Seven

  Pete was in the hangar, replacing a bracket on the two seat ultra-light plane when his phone rang.

  “Hello.”

  “Pete, it’s Damian. I need the ten seat plane ready, the team has been called on a mission.”

  “Oh, okay.” Pete was already going through his mind what he needed to do.

  “Everyone will be here within a half hour,” Damian said.

  “No problem, it’ll be ready,” Pete said.

  Pete looked at his phone and saw that Damian had ended the call. Before his eyes the screen lit up again.

  “Hello,” he answered.

  “I’m going on my first rescue, pretty Pete.” The excitement in Gabriel’s voice was catching.

  “Congratulations, Gabriel. I know you’ll do well,” Pete said. “What’s the rescue?”

  “We’re going to California and help evacuate people and animals out of the way of those three huge fires that are burning out there.”

  Pete’s heart skipped a beat. Fires were unpredictable. “Promise me you’ll be careful, Gabriel. I need you to come home to me.” Crap, he couldn’t believe he said that out loud. Then he decided he didn’t care, something inside of him only felt at peace when Gabriel was close.

  “I’ll come home to you, pretty Pete,” Gabriel promised.

  An hour later Pete stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped, and watched the airplane take Gabriel away.

  * * * *

  Three days later Pete had just finished showering and was heading to the kitchen to find something to eat for supper, when his phone rang.

  “Hey, Pete.” Bret’s voice came over the line.

  “Hi,” Pete said, relief filling him. Everything must be okay with the team if Bret sounded happy.

  “Have you eaten yet?” Bret asked.

  “No, I was just about to look for something.”

  “Well, the grannies came over to watch the twins for Pip, so he and I could run some errands. With Cade busy monitoring the rescue, I’ve got a bit of free time.” Bret chuckled. “When we got back, the kitchen counters were filled with food. Pip and I were wondering if you would like to come over and help make a dent in some of it? Alcohol is included.”

  Pete had met the grannies on several occasions. Mrs. Martien, Mrs. Drake, and Ms. Emma had bailed out the whole team when they were struggling to help Jack and Pip take care of their premature newborn
twin girls right after their birth.

  “Okay, I’ll be right there,” Pete answered. He was glad he wasn’t going to have to sit alone in front of the television, thinking about Gabriel.

  * * * *

  Gabriel coughed into the sleeve of his protective jacket. The team was spread out, searching house to house in a canyon suburb only a few miles from the edge of the dangerous fire line. The temperatures had spiked up close to one hundred degrees about an hour ago and the winds had increased noticeably. Everyone was on high alert, in case the winds shifted. Gabriel knew there was a good chance the whole team could be trapped.

  Keeping an eye on the sky and the black smoky ridge line, Gabriel hurried up to the next house. With a tight fist and using some muscle, he pounded on the front door, hoping the people that lived there had already safely left the area.

  He waited a few moments, but nobody came to the door. Trying one more time, he pounded again, the door shuddering under his strength.

  “Hello,” he shouted. The howl of the wind drowned out everything and Gabriel tried again. He knew he would be sick to his stomach if he missed someone and they perished in the fire.

  There was a sudden lull in the wind and Gabriel heard the muffled barking of a dog. Rule number one in natural disasters. When people were being evacuated, they seldom left their pets behind. Everything else, but Fido or Kitty went along.

  When Gabriel turned the door handle, he found it was unlocked. Stepping inside the front foyer, he saw next to the front door two large carry-on luggage bags. Obviously someone had been preparing to leave, but now Gabriel had to wonder where they were?

  From the back of the house, Gabriel heard the shrill barking of a small dog.

  “Hello,” he called.

  “Help.”

  The weak plea had Gabriel running down a small blue tiled hallway into a large modern kitchen. Pausing he looked around, not sure which way to go.

  On the far side of the kitchen a little long-haired brown and white dog appeared in a doorway. It didn’t bark at him, instead its deep brown eyes twinkled and its open mouth seemed to smile, happy to see Gabriel. The long white strands of hair on its tail swished in the air like a flag waving a greeting at him.