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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: 76    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Chapter Five

When the man had finished, Gabe pulled up his jeans, and caught hold of the man's arm before he could walk away.

"I've got a proposition for you." He said quickly, before the man could push him away.

"Oh?"

"I need some quick cash. Get some friends together tonight, and tell me where to meet you."

"How many?" The man asked, looking interested. Gabe shrugged.

"Between twenty and thirty. I'll still be charging fifty each, for a screw, but you can add, say, ten quid to that, and keep the extra for yourself." The man thought for a while. "And I charge twenty for a blow."

"Rules?" He asked finally.

"Anything goes. I'll do any size, any way, any thing." Gabe replied seriously. "Except drugs. Your friends can have them if they want, but I won't touch them. And they need to use protection."

"Alright." The man grunted. "Seven thirty tonight, the abandoned bar beside the railway lines. The Cow Bell." Gabe nodded agreeably. "If you want them to use protection, you'll have to bring it though." The man disappeared from the alley, leaving Gabe to make his way to a chemist to purchase three large tubes of lubricant, and forty condoms.

Gabe hid the chemist's bag underneath his mattress as soon as he got home, and made a start on the housework. By the time he had to leave to fetch the twins, he'd cleaned the entire house, even braving Jordan's room to do some dusting and vacuuming. The twins chattered happily as they wandered home with Gabe, and later as he made dinner in the kitchen, excited about their up-coming field trip. Jordan and Phoebe came in later, just as Gabe was serving dinner. Jordan looked flushed and warm, Phoebe cold.

"I thought you were going to play with me afterwards." Phoebe grumbled. "I didn't sit there for an hour and a half to have you walk me home."

"You should have told me you wanted to play." Jordan said, throwing his jumper into the dirty laundry hamper. "I'll take you to the park on Saturday, and you can play with me and my friends then." Gabe listened to them arguing good-naturedly as he ate, before he ran upstairs for a quick shower. He dried off, dressed quickly in his mesh tank-top and cut-off shorts, and fastened his long trench coat firmly around his waist.

He knocked on Jordan's bedroom door and poked his head around the door. Jordan was sprawled out on his bed, his earphones in as usual, a thick history textbook rested open on his chest as he read.

"I'm going to work, Jord." Gabe said when Jordan removed his earphones. "I've got a double shift so I'll be home late." Jordan nodded. "The twins are in bed. Could you make sure Phoebe goes up by eight thirty?" Jordan nodded again. "Oh, and could you do me a favour? Pop down to the cellar, and dig out the old tent and sleeping bags. I want to see if we need new ones."

"Why?"

"I told Phoebe we'd go camping when the twins are on their residential trip."

"Again… Why?" Jordan asked.

"I talked to her about her food issues today. She got a bit down, so I suggested we three could do something fun when the twins were gone. She picked camping."

"Camping's fun?" Jordan said quietly. Gabe grinned.

"It's what she wants to do, so we're doing it." He said firmly. "'Night, Jordan." Gabe ran upstairs and fetched his bag of condoms and lube, before leaving the house, locking the door securely on the way out, and heading out towards the abandoned Cow Bell pub.





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