Free Endless, Forever by E.M. Lindsey Page A

brother’s cheek a hard pat before he was out the door.
    “That’s my cue,” Coco said as the door shut.
    Oliver lifted his eyebrow as he came back to the couch, nuzzling back into Gabe’s side.  “Cue for what?”
    “Oh, Andi and I are redecorating her apartment, so I decided to let you two lovebirds have the place to yourselves and get up to your naughty business.  You can thank me in the form of a giant gift basket full of chocolate.  I like the dark stuff.”  With a wink, she jumped up from the floor and stretched her back.
    Feeling completely mortified, Oliver hid his face in Gabe’s neck as his roommate sauntered out of the room.  “I’m sorry.  They’re horrible.  I swear I have no expectations for this weekend.”
    Gabe reached over, pinching Oliver’s chin between his fingers and thumb, and turned his head.  “What if I do?”
    Swallowing thickly, Oliver cleared his throat.  “Well erm…I think I’d be alright with that.”
    With a small laugh, Gabe pressed their noses together.  “Would you?  Mr. No Expectations?”
    Oliver nudged his boyfriend hard.  “I resent the implications.  Just because I’m fine with it doesn’t mean—”
    His words were cut off by Gabe’s lips capturing his in a heated kiss.  Abandoning his protest, Oliver wound his arms around Gabe’s waist, pulling him in close.  The kiss deepened, hotter and heavier than the last they’d shared, and he couldn’t help a small moan as the front of his jogging pants started to tent.
    “You couldn’t even wait five minutes for me to leave,” came Coco’s amused voice from by the front door.  “Really, I don’t need to see this shit.”
    Oliver turned, red and breathing a little heavy, but unashamed.  “Fuck off, then.  We don’t need an audience.”
    “Behave yourselves.  Or well…don’t.”  Her laugh carried her out the door, and it slammed shut.
    The room was suddenly too quiet, too still, and Oliver found himself searching Gabe’s face for any sign he was unsure.  “I want…”  Oliver stopped and took a breath.  “I want you.  But I also don’t want to push you.”
    Gabe reached up and cupped Oliver’s cheek, his thumb brushing along the sharp cheekbone.  “I want you too.  I just…I want you to know I don’t have a cock.”
    Oliver blinked, then tried not to laugh.  “I figured that one out a while ago, love.  If it bothered me, you really think I’d have you here?”
    “I think some men, cis men, don’t entirely think about it when they date me.  I’m fairly passing, you know?”
    Oliver shook his head, pulling Gabe a little closer.  “You know I fancy you , right?  I’m not fussed about your parts.  I want you .”
    Gabe’s eyes darkened a little with desire, and his lips parted as he tugged Oliver in for another searing kiss.  “I was hoping you’d say that.  Any chance you want to take this up to your bedroom?”
    Oliver didn’t need telling twice.  He rose from the couch, offering a hand out and pulled Gabe up in one swift motion.  They all-but raced each other for the stairs, laughing, stopping to kiss every few steps before making it to Oliver’s untidy room.  Neither seemed to mind as they shucked their bottoms, Oliver throwing back his comforter and diving into the pillows.
    He made a grabby-hands motion at his boyfriend who slid along the sheets, pressing himself hard against Oliver’s front.  Wrapping one leg around his hips, Gabe ground his groin against Oliver’s rock-hard erection.
    “Condoms?” Gabe breathed, lowering his mouth, sucking along Oliver’s pulse point.
    “D-drawer,” Oliver gasped, throwing his head back a little to give the other man some room.  “Just… fuck , Gabe.”
    Gabriel chuckled against Oliver’s heated skin, reaching down for the hem of his shirt, and he started to pull it up.  The motion threw Oliver, the sudden panic that Gabe might see the scars, might ask questions, and he reached out a firm hand,