Gabriel sat on the bed, staring at the closed door of the bathroom. He felt a faint smile curl the corner of his lips. A moment ago, Misha had vehemently refused to take a shower with him, insisting on showering alone. His cheeks had been bright red, and he'd stuttered to find the right words to convince him to wait outside.
"What is he planning this time…?" Gabriel whispered to himself, although a few ideas had already popped into his mind. It was hard to pinpoint which one was the right one, however. Misha was an open book, his thoughts and emotions displayed on his face for everyone to see, but even so, it was sometimes difficult to guess what was going through his head. He could be flustered for a myriad of reasons, and Gabriel wasn't so sure which one was the cause tonight.
I'd like to try next time. Misha's careless spoken words resurfaced, and Gabriel narrowed his eyes slightly. For a second there, he wondered whether or not Misha remembered them. They hadn't spoken about it since their first night, and Misha never brought up the subject again, so he doubted.
But perhaps… Well, if not, Gabriel didn't mind being on the receiving end again, even though his body wasn't very sensitive on that side.
Misha's flustered face compensated more than enough for the discomfort in his backside. Last time, his blissful expression had been a marvelous sight, one Gabriel could not wait to see again.
At the thought, he could already feel his member throb and harden.
The door was flung open, interrupting Gabriel's train of thought. He lifted his head, and his gaze met Misha's. His partner was standing in the doorframe, a towel loosely tied around his waist. A blush had crept down from his cheeks to his neck; his wet, shoulder-length hair was messily swept backward, allowing him to scrutinize his face to his heart's contents.
Before Gabriel could say anything, Misha took a step forward and grabbed his wrist to pull him up. He mumbled, "Your turn to take a shower." Then, he proceeded to yank him to the bathroom.
"Hm?" Gabriel quirked an eyebrow. "You're coming with me?"
"Got a problem with that?" Misha clicked his tongue, his gaze now locked in front of him, as if he didn't want to meet Gabriel's.
The tips of his partner's ears were a deep shade of crimson, betraying Misha's inner thoughts. It made Gabriel's smile deepen. His partner, despite his rugged edges, was so darn cute—although that was better left unsaid, lest he wanted Misha to sulk.
"No, not at all!" Gabriel chuckled and obediently followed along, his gaze trailing on Misha's back. Drops of water slid down his shoulder blades, then below, retracing the lean muscles, before gathering at the small of his back and disappearing under the towel.
Gabriel gulped.
Misha could be as adorable as a kitten, but he still had the body of a Greek statue, well-defined and oh-so-enticing.
Once inside the bathroom, Misha didn't take his time before helping him to undress, and Gabriel had to stifle a chortle. His partner was being too eager, and his hands weren't obeying the commands from his brain well. He was being clumsy to the point of endearment.
"What a stupid shirt!" Misha grunted when he couldn't get the collar past Gabriel's head. "Why do you like turtlenecks so much? Gosh, they're a pain to remove!"
"Don't I look good in turtlenecks, though?" Gabriel laughed softly as he pushed the clumsy hands aside before removing his glasses, something Misha had forgotten to do. Only after that did he stretch the collar and pull it over his head. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
"I'm taking my time!" Misha refuted in a sulking tone, his hands moving down to unbuckle Gabriel's belt. "It's just your clothes that are being a pain in the ass. Not my fault."
"Yes, yes, it's not," Gabriel coaxed, lowering his eyes to watch his partner remove his pants and underwear at a speed he had rarely seen. Whatever Misha said, he was being overly eager. But Gabriel couldn't blame him, not after months of abstinence that had almost driven them both insane. "Wasn't I supposed to take a shower?"
After throwing the pants and underwear away, Misha had taken a step closer, sliding his hands on his back to grab Gabriel's buttocks and pull him closer until their lower halves were pressed against each other. Now, the naughty fingers were digging into the tender flesh of his butt cheeks, cupping them in an iron grip. It made it a little difficult to step into the shower.
"…Gimme a kiss first."
"With pleasure," Gabriel agreed with a chuckle, wrapping his arms around Misha's neck before pressing his lips against his. His tongue pushed its way inside to mingle with his partner's in a playful dance, and Misha obediently followed along, raring to deepen the kiss.
***
The water poured down in a rhythmic manner, and Misha watched intently as it trickled down Gabriel's body. His partner was currently facing the wall, rinsing his hair. He could not help but stare at the firm buttocks, his hands itching to fondle them again.
Memories of their first night flooded his mind, and Misha had difficulty restraining himself. His member throbbed at the thought of trusting deep inside Gabriel. It had felt heavenly. It was a pleasure he couldn't forget; the pressure and the warmth had been like nothing he had experienced before.
Before Misha could comprehend what he was doing, he was already pressed against Gabriel, his lips lingering on his shoulder, as his member nestled comfortably between the butt cheeks. His hands held onto Gabriel's hips, keeping him close.
"Mish'," Gabriel softly chuckled, "I know you're eager, but I need to wash first. That is, unless you want an incident to happen."
Misha's answer was a grunt. He snuggled his face into the crook of Gabriel's neck from behind, his thumbs caressing his partner's hips. Seconds passed by in silence, and only the sound of the running shower echoed into the small hotel bathroom.
"Mish?"
"You won't need to wash that part tonight," Misha finally consented to answer, his voice so low it was barely audible amid the gushing water. His hands let go of their grips, and Misha wrapped his arms around his partner's waist. "Happy birthday late. Or I guess, that can also be seen as a Christmas gift? Well, whatever. You get the point."
At first, Misha had wanted to try to be on the receiving end on Gabriel's birthday, just like Gabriel had offered his first time to him on this timeline eighteen's birthday. Only, things had been too hectic in November with Angela's and Matthew's sudden deaths. That plan went down the drain. On the bright side, Christmas was also a good date. It felt incredibly cheesy, but Misha needed an excuse to muster the courage to ask to try it. As his partner had said, although it had been for himself, Misha wouldn't know if he liked it or not until he gave it a shot.
"Are you sure?" Gabriel asked, craning his neck to peer at him.
"Yeah," Misha hummed, feeling his cheeks burn. "I'll try not to punch or kick you if I don't like."
"Well, thank you," Gabriel let out a hearty laugh, wriggling in Misha's arms to turn around and face him. One of his partner's hands slid on his back, and Misha felt a finger sneak between his butt cheeks, nearing his entrance. It stopped on its edge, rubbing it. "Does that mean you prepared yourself earlier?"
"What do you think?" Misha whined, burying his face in the crook of Gabriel's neck once again. "I definitely hate that part for sure."
A laugh, and Gabriel leaned closer to whisper in Misha's ear, "Then, can I touch you?"
"Don't ask for every little thing!" Misha roared, mortified.
"Sorry, sorry," Gabriel's voice grew teasing, "I'm just afraid I'll get punched if I do the wrong thing. I kind of enjoy having a straight nose in this timeline, and I'd like it better if it were to remain that way."
"Oh, shut it!" Misha cried out before lightly biting Gabriel's shoulder. "I've told you I'd try not to hit you. You have so little trust in me?"
His answer was a kiss on the temple, and Gabriel taunted, "You have, let's say, strong reflexes."
"…Just get on with it."
Another chuckle, and his partner gently pushed him against the wall, taking a step backward. There was a tender smile on his lips, and so much love in his emerald eyes that Misha was left stumped, unable to find his words. Whenever that expression appeared on Gabriel's face, Misha forgot how to speak, and sometimes, even how to breathe. It reminded him that Gabriel loved him, that in this life, they were truly together.
"Hold onto my shoulders," Gabriel said as he kneeled on one knee before Misha. "Or my head. Whichever you prefer."
A frown creased Misha's brow until he realized what his partner intended to do. He gulped and did as recommended, his hands gripping Gabriel's shoulders just as his lips brushed against the tip of his member, drawing out a moan from Misha. It was a slow, gentle touch that sent shivers crawling down his spine. At the same time, a hand gripped the base of his member, while the other made way between his thighs. Misha tensed, but understood the silent request to part his legs and allow Gabriel to reach his backside.
His grip on Gabriel's shoulders tightened, yet his feet moved on the wet floor, giving his partner's fingers access to his entrance. His lover's middle finger gently probed while his mouth plunged onto his member. Pleasure shot through his spine, and Misha barely noticed the pressure-like feeling in his backside. The finger and mouth had moved at the same time, distracting him long enough that he didn't register the slight pain.
"Holy shit," Misha panted, "Gaby, wait, wait, wait!"
Something was wrong.
The moment Gabriel crooked his finger slightly, a sensation Misha couldn't quite describe assaulted his senses. There seemed to be butterflies in his stomach, but Gabriel ignored his plea and didn't stop. Instead, he swallowed his member straight to the base, and the tip seemed to hit the back of his throat.
Misha's breath hitched.
It was already too much; Misha realized at once that his body was weak to pleasure—stupidly weak, even. His knees were about to buckle and drag him down to the floor.
Again, Gabriel moved his finger, and a cry of surprise escaped Misha.
Perhaps, he was a lot more sensible than he'd like to admit. Unlike Gabriel, his body was reacting well to being fingered… A little too well, if anything. Another cry, and Misha curled around Gabriel, now gripping his back. His partner didn't slow down, however, and a second finger was soon inserted.