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

stopping him.
    “Do you mind if we don’t?”
    Gabe blinked in surprise, pulling back.  “Don’t what?”
    “Take off shirts?”
    Gabe tried to swallow, the motion catching in his throat for a second, and he unwound himself from the other man.  “Are you bothered by my breasts?”
    Oliver’s eyes widened in surprise.  “I…what?  God, no.  That’s not…that’s not what I meant.”
    Gabe’s eyes were cold, hurt, and he shook his head.  “You can be honest with me, you know.  I know how all this shit works.  I’ve been here a dozen times before and I…”
    Oliver reached up, taking Gabe’s hand.  “I have scars,” he confessed.  “A lot of them.  And I don’t like to talk about it, I don’t like to think about it.  It’ll just kill the mood and…”
    Gabe was frozen, his entire body relaxing just a fraction.  “Oh.  You never said.”
    “I’m sorry,” Oliver said from behind a breath.  “I never meant for you to think…It’s just…it’s a thing.  It’s stupid.”
    “It isn’t,” Gabe said very softly, then lifted his hand to the back of Oliver’s neck and pulled him in for a very soft, sweet kiss.  “It’s not stupid.  And you can leave your shirt on.  I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.”
    “You have a right to,” Oliver mumbled against the other man’s lips.  His erection was gone for the moment, but he felt a wave of relief and comfort in those warm arms holding him tight.  “I should have explained before.  But I want your whole body, I do.  I want everything about you.”
    Gabe kissed him for another moment, then pulled back.  “Look, why don’t we just…stop.  Just for tonight.  Let’s hold each other and in the morning…”
    “Yeah,” Oliver whispered, and let his head come to rest in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck.  He didn’t want to think about the scars.  Think about his mother or how she’d ordered the wounds which were supposed to purge him of his demonic desires.  He didn’t want that evil bitch to creep into this thing he had with Gabe, this thing he was allowing himself to keep, to be selfish with.
    Gabe’s hand was drawing lazy lines up and down his spine, and Oliver felt his eyes slipping closed as they rested there together.  “This is just as good, you know.  I just like being here with you.”
    Oliver pressed himself against his boyfriend even harder.  “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m grateful for it.”
    Gabe chuckled low and gentle into the top of Oliver’s hair.  “Well I aim to keep you, Ollie, so brace yourself for it.”
    Oliver laughed and pressed another kiss to the side of Gabe’s neck.  “I will.”

Chapter Seven
     
     
    Morning came, and with it, warm arms and soft lips kissing along Oliver’s neck.  With a groan, he rolled over and shoved his hands up the back of Gabe’s shirt.  A hoarse, sleepy chuckle escaped Gabe’s lips as he continued to nip along Oliver’s collarbone which was barely visible under the neck of his shirt.
    “Someone’s awake,” Oliver muttered.
    “Mm, and someone else is waking up.”  Gabe pressed his hips against Oliver’s, rubbing against his morning erection.
    “I might be.”  Oliver chuckled as he kissed the corner of Gabe’s mouth.  “My breath is disgusting though.”
    “I’m alright with it,” Gabe whispered, then claimed Oliver’s mouth in a greedy, deep kiss.
    It wasn’t as bad as Oliver thought it would be, the passion outweighing the sour taste in his mouth.  Before long they were rutting, his thigh between Gabe’s legs, knee pressing very gently upward.
    “Want you,” Gabe whispered.
    “God.  God, yes ,” Oliver moaned in response.
    Boldly, Gabe reached between their bodies and shoved his hand down the front of Oliver’s boxers, closing his thin fingers around Oliver’s swollen cock.  He began to stroke him, a light touch, increasing the pressure just a little on each upstroke.
    “Uhg, fuck ,” Oliver