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Gabriel - LGBT

Novel By: lorby1000
Gay and lesbian



Gabriel's mother died when he was fourteen. He was forced to drop out of school to care for his younger siblings, Jordan, Phoebe, Rose and Liam.
Forced into a line of work that he detests, that makes him money but is gradually eroding him, Gabriel is sinking into misery.
His siblings have no idea what he does to earn money, and Gabriel has no way of getting out. He can't afford to stop working.
Until, one day, a girl called Angela makes an offer Gabriel can't refuse. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 9, 2013    Reads: 97    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   


Chapter Forty Seven

That evening, Gabe persuaded Jordan to go to bed early, insisting he could care for the baby and would join Jordan later. It was only after Jordan had insisted that Gabe had agreed to share Jordan's bed that night.

With a sigh, Jordan rolled over onto his back and folded his hands behind his head. His was warm in his boxers. He could hear Gabe locking up the cottage, turning off the lights. Jordan could hear JJ gurgling in his sleep via the baby monitor that was sat on his bedside table. There was silence in the cottage for a long while. Jordan couldn't hear Gabe moving around anymore. He was just falling asleep when he heard the door to the bedroom open. He looked over to the door, and thought his eyes would fall out of his head.

"So, big fella, is this the sort of thing you were hoping for?" Gabe had lowered his voice to a husky purr. His sultry tone made Jordan's heart start to pound. Gabe was wearing a pair of sheer black stockings, held up by garters, and leather boots that ran up to his knees. A pair of tiny black leather shorts hanging low on his hips left… nothing… to Jordan's imagination. His torso was covered by some sort of mesh shirt that showed a lot of skin, but gave the illusion of decency. His arms were covered up to the elbow in black leather, skin-hugging gloves, and a leather studded choker was fastened around his neck.

"What the hell, Gabe?" Gabe smirked.

"Like it?" He did a sexy little twirl that made Jordan's entire body throb. Gabe made his way over to the bed, his legs long and slim inside the boots, his hips swinging a little. Gabe purred slightly, one long finger reached out to slide gently up the outline of Jordan's hard length. "Mmm… Is that all for me?" Gabe whispered, smirking at Jordan. Jordan scowled, flushing with embarrassment. Gabe lifted a long leg and settled himself over Jordan's hips, wriggling a little, drawing a moan from Jordan's lips. Reaching behind himself, Gabe pulled a pair of handcuffs from the waistband of his shorts. Gripping Jordan's wrists, Gabe cuffed him before he could escape.

"Oh, no." Jordan begged. "Please Gabe, let me go!"

"Not a chance." Gabe laughed softly. He leant over Jordan, his hands bracing his weight either side of Jordan's head. This close, Jordan saw that Gabe had lined his eyes in black eye-liner, and his lips had been slightly reddened. Gabe settled himself over Jordan's body, so close that their eyes were almost crossing as they kept looking at each other. Jordan tried to strain upwards to kiss Gabe, but he was out of reach.

"Kiss me." He whispered, fighting against his handcuffs. Obediently, Gabe leant down and brushed his lips gently against Jordan's. Jordan whimpered when Gabe drew back after a moment of contact. "Bastard." He growled. Gabe shuffled his hips against Jordan's again, making Jordan groan. He trailed his fingertips slowly down Jordan's chest, gently tugging his nipples, before coming to rest on Jordan's navel.

"What do you want me to do?" Gabe whispered, leaning down again. He trailed his lips over Jordan's jaw and close to his ear. His tongue slipped out and lightly slid over Jordan's earlobe.

"Jesus, Gabe." Jordan panted. "I want… want… you."

"Mm… In what way?" Gabe purred.

"Any way you like." Jordan moaned when Gabe's hips firmly brushed his own. Gabe leant down and lashed his tongue viciously against Jordan's nipple. Jordan's back arched as he groaned, pressing his erection harder into Gabe's hips. Gabe spent a few moments worshipping Jordan's olive skin, feeling straining muscles underneath his lips. Reached back, Gabe slid away Jordan's boxers, before reaching to trail his fingers along Jordan's length. Jordan moaned when cold leather brushed against his bare skin. Gabe stood up and slowly slid away his tiny shorts, shimmying his hips a little. Jordan watched him hungrily as he moved.

Gabe perched on the edge of the bed again, his eyes sliding slowly along Jordan's body. Jordan had never felt self-conscious about his looks before, but under Gabe's… experienced… gaze, he felt lacking in something. Gabe seemed to notice his discomfort, for he smiled a little, and trailed a finger over Jordan's abdomen. Before Jordan could react, Gabe had leant forwards and taken Jordan in his mouth.

"Oh, dear God." Jordan groaned. He wrestled with his handcuffs desperately. "Please let me loose!" He begged. "I want to touch you." Gabe smiled, but didn't answer him. He slowly trailed his lips up Jordan's length, delivering gentle nibble-kisses along the underside. His velvet lips slid the entire way down Jordan's shaft, several times. "Oh, Jesus." Jordan groaned and tried to free his hands. "Gabriel." He hissed angrily, twisting his body. Gabe's teeth gently clamped over the tip of Jordan's length, making him gasp in surprise.

"Do you want me to stop?" Gabe purred.

"N-no."

"Then stop struggling." Gabe ordered firmly. His leather-clad fist closed over Jordan and slid up and down a few times. Jordan's hips started bucking with his movements, and Gabe smiled.

"Stop." Jordan finally gasped, twisting his hips away from Gabe's hand. "I can't last much longer."

"Mm, that's kind of the point." Gabe laughed huskily, before lowering his lips to Jordan's ear and kissed him gently. "Do you want to fuck me?" He whispered.

"Jesus." Jordan groaned. "Yeah. I do."

"Well, you should've said so." Gabe's fist squeezed Jordan's length once, before releasing him. Gabe settled over Jordan's hips again, feeling Jordan's warm skin against his own.

"Will you be alright with… you know?" Jordan asked suddenly. Gabe looked at him.

"With what, big fella?" He rubbed his hips against Jordan's length slowly. "This? Oh, I'll think we'll manage, don't you?" He smirked. "I do like modesty in a man." Jordan blushed.

"I didn't want to hurt you." He mumbled. Gabe laughed.

"Oh, I think you'll find I can take anything you can give." He smiled at Jordan, and leant down to kiss him. As Gabe sat back up, he lowered himself slowly onto Jordan's length.

"God." Jordan grunted, his hips bucking up to meet Gabe's. Gabe moaned softly as Jordan's length brushed his prostate. He wriggled his hips a little, making them both groan, before he lifted his hips halfway off Jordan's length and slammed back down. Jordan started fighting his handcuffs again when Gabe started a slow rhythm, wanting to touch Gabe, feel him. Gabe could hardly hear Jordan's pleas for freedom. He could barely feel anything, except Jordan's full member inside him, Jordan's warm hips between his legs. He became aware that he was tightly squeezing Jordan's sides, so tightly he wondered why Jordan wasn't wincing. He released his grip, instead placing his hands on Jordan's chest, balancing himself as he increased the rocking of his hips.

He leant down, close to Jordan's lips, teasing him, before he allowed their lips to meet. They kissed feverishly, hard and demanding, until Gabe's lips felt bruised from Jordan's pressure. Jordan had started thrusting his hips up to match Gabe's movements.

"Gabriel." Jordan whimpered. "I can't… I can't… last much longer."

"Come for me, Jordan." Gabe commanded. He clenched his muscles, clamping around Jordan's length. Jordan growled deep in his throat. Jordan's body started bucking wildly, so hard Gabe thought he would be thrown off.

"Oh, God." Jordan let out a stream of swearwords strong enough to make even Gabe blush a little. With a soft groan, Gabe fell forwards onto Jordan's chest, panting heavily. Wearily, he reached up and released Jordan's hands from the cuffs. Jordan's arms immediately wrapped around him, hugging him close. He could hear Jordan's heart thundering in his chest, inches from his ear. Gabe kissed Jordan's chest gently, tasting salty sweat. With a sigh, Gabe rolled off Jordan and lay down beside him instead, still breathing hard.

"That was…"

"Unreal." Jordan murmured. He stretched and rolled into his side, wrapping an arm around Gabe's waist and drawing him close. He kissed Gabe tenderly. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah." Jordan buried his face in Gabe's neck, ignoring the uncomfortable jabs of the studded choker. Gabe smiled to himself.

"Coming in here was kind of like a cartoon moment." He laughed softly. "That moment in a cartoon when the guy's eyes shoot about four feet from his head, and his tongue hits the floor." Jordan smiled, and hit Gabe gently.

"Where the hell did you get all that stuff?"

"Internet." Gabe yawned and cuddled into Jordan's body. "Cheap, too." Jordan smiled.

"Can I ask… Were you supposed to look… feminine? Or was that…?"

"I was supposed to. I figured I'd be your first guy, and I wanted to make it easier for you."

"You didn't have to, you know. Anything you would've done, I would've loved." Jordan murmured. "But thanks for… thinking of it." Gabe nodded, and yawned widely.

"I love you too, you know." He murmured. "I… didn't say it earlier, but I do."

"I know."

The pair were just drifting off to sleep when they heard JJ start crying in the other room. Gabriel automatically started getting out of bed to feed him, when Jordan pulled him back underneath the duvet.

"I'll go."

"He's hungry." Gabe yawned, snuggling back beneath the duvet. "There's a bottle made up in the fridge. Stick it in the microwave on high for twenty seconds, test it on your arm and give it to him." Jordan kissed Gabe's temple and slid out of bed. Gabe lay dozing while Jordan fed JJ, listening to his brother singing softly as he tried to lull the baby back to sleep. Finally, he worked up the energy to sit up, and started stripping off the boots and stockings. After a moment's consideration, he didn't bother getting out of bed to fetch a pair of boxers.

"He's asleep," Jordan murmured, finally sliding back into bed. Gabe snugged against him, feeling Jordan's strong arms wrapping around his waist to hold him close.

"He's a good baby." Gabe yawned. "Sleeps most of the night." The phone began ringing loudly just as they were once again falling asleep. Jordan groaned.

"Who the hell is that? It's three in the morning!" Gabe shrugged, and leant across to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" He asked groggily.

"I have a long-distance call for Jordan Tanner. Will you accept the charges?" The operator asked.

"Alright." The phone line connected with a click.

"Jordan?" A female voice asked.

"No. This is his brother, Gabriel. Can I ask who's calling at three in the morning?"

"Oh. Sorry. I'm in America. I must've worked out the time difference the wrong way. I thought it was three in the afternoon." The voice paused. "It's Phoebe."

~The End~





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