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[TIER 10] IATL: Chapter 2 ( part 2)
🕑 Added 2022-04-06 18:01:33 +0000 UTCChase's jaw is aching by the time Ramsay is done. There are tear tracks running down his face and snot too. Ramsay was rough, triggering his gag reflex. He swallows and grimaces, hating the aftertaste of semen in his mouth. Of course, he wasn't allowed to spit, and the bitter tang is still fresh at the back of his tongue. Saliva drips messily down his chin, and he wipes it clean with the back of his hand.
Ramsay zips himself up and saunters to an armchair beside Alastair and sits, crossing his legs, hands clasped on his belly. "If that's how your mouth feels like, I can't wait to pound that ass of yours," he drawls. He picks up a glass and a bottle of Scotch from the small table at his side and pours himself a drink. Chase ignores him and finds himself glancing over at Gabriel again. His eyes widen as he sucks in a deep breath.
Gabriel is completely naked now, and he's riding Zael's cock, one arm clutching the man's shoulder and the other leaning back as he balances himself. His head is bowed, and he's gasping and trembling as he works himself up and down, thighs muscles flexing with the effort. His back is glistening and even from this distance, Chase could see the hair at the nape of his neck curl at the sweat gathered there.
He pulls his eyes away, heat coloring his cheek and finds himself staring right at Alastair. The man is leaning forward in his chair, arms on his thighs and is gazing intently at Chase. As he watches, Alastair flicks his eyes in Gabriel's direction. A chill runs down his spine. A cunning smile forms on Alastair's face and dread pools at the pit of his stomach. A long, loud moan fills the room. Chase doesn't dare to look.
Alastair's voice startles him. "Zael, do you mind if I borrow Gabriel?"
"Not at all."
Alastair's smile grows wider. Chase's throat couldn't get drier. "Gabriel, be a dear and come over here, please?" He hears some shuffling and clothes rustling before the sound of approaching footsteps draw near. Soon, Gabriel is standing completely naked by Alastair's side, in full view of Chase's line of sight.
He's not a saint, okay? He'll be the first one to admit that he's a man slut. A women and men-izer if there's such a thing. He can't help himself as he lets his eyes roam Gabriel's slender body. His well toned, hairless chest. Those strong looking arms and thick thighs. And his to-die-for hipbones when his eyes freeze on his half hard cock. Gabriel's rough voice breaks the near dead silence of the room. "How do you want me?"
"I think you should ask Chase that."
Gabriel scrunches up his face in confusion before turning to tilt his head at Chase. Before he could ask, Chase blurted out, panicked. "Me? Why me?" His heart is running a mile a minute, almost like it wants to jump out of his chest and race into oblivion. The smile on Alastair's face is bordering on eerie. Chase doesn't have a good feeling about this. Not at all.
"You've been so good today. So obedient. I think you deserve a treat. Don't you think so, Ramsay?" Ramsay is sipping his Scotch, amusement in his eyes.
"I'd say," he agrees, nodding.
"No. It's okay. I'm fine. Thank you," he gruffs out, sneaking glances at Gabriel who is standing still, hands hanging awkwardly by his side, an unreadable expression on his face.
There's a moment of silence before Alastair abruptly stands up and grabs Gabriel's arm, twisting it behind his back and holding him in an arm lock, his chest flushes against Gabriel's back. Gabriel's eyes widen in surprise as he gasps in pain. Then, he's dragging Gabriel back to the loveseat and falls into it, pulling Gabriel down on top of him. With his thighs, he nudges Gabriel's knees apart and using his free hand, he hooks both Gabriel’s legs over the arms on either side of the seat so that Gabriel is spread obscenely with his hole on display.
Chase couldn't help but stares at Gabriel's hole, red and puffy, the rim stretched and gaped a little. It looks painful. He wonders if it's only from the fucking he just had or an accumulation from yesterday's session. Chase glances up. Gabriel is staring back at him, a blank expression on his face.
"Come and get your treat, Chase."
Chase swallows as he snaps his attention back to Alastair. He shakes his head numbly. Alastair tightens his grip on Gabriel, causing him to wince. "Please..." Chase croaks, his voice raspy, eyes pleading. When Alastair shows no signs of relenting, he asks, knowing the answer but needing to say it anyway. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I can. And because I want to." He glances down at Gabriel's half hard cock and flicks it with his free hand. Gabriel's thighs twitch and a gasp escapes him. "I want you to fuck him. And I want you to make him come. Untouched. Whores come when they are fed a cock. Ain't that right, slut?" Alastair licks a line up Gabriel's neck.
Chase looks back at Gabriel in horror, but at the same time- desire. It’s sick. For months, he had dreamed about this. Had imagined what it would be like to touch Gabriel. To be able to run his fingers through those soft locks. Feel their naked bodies gliding and grinding into each other. What it's like to be inside him. To feel that warmth enveloping him. To feel that lithe body writhing underneath him, holding on to him as they both chase their orgasm. And now he gets to have it. But it is all wrong. Gabriel doesn't have a say in this. He doesn't want Chase. He doesn't want any of this. He hates this as much as Chase hates having Alastair's cock in him.
"Chase," Alastair warns. "I don't like to repeat myself."
Chase tries to swallow past the lump in his throat. He's about to rape Gabriel. Chase feels like he's about to puke. Tears start to pool in his eyes.
"Chase, it's okay. You can fuck me," Gabriel says in a soft voice. The resigned expression on his face says it all. 'It's okay because I'm used to it.' Chase bites back tears. No, he doesn't want to do this. He doesn't want to be another person who uses Gabriel's body. He doesn't want to because he actually gives a fuck. He cares for Gabriel more than just as a warm body to put his penis in.
Alastair picks up a nipple clamp from the table by his loveseat and clasps it around Gabriel's left nipple. Gabriel gasps and struggles a little against Alastair's grip on his arms, breathing hard. "If you don't do as you're told right now, the next one goes here," Alastair threatens, holding up the other piece over Gabriel’s right nipple.
Gabriel has his head bowed as he tries to steady his breathing, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Alastair moves the clamp over Gabriel's right nipple before Chase comes to his senses and stumbles forward. Gabriel hisses as the second clamp bites into his sensitive flesh.
Chase falls to his knees in front of Gabriel. He bends forwards, eyes searching underneath the mop of hair until their eyes meet. Pain is evident on Gabriel's face, and his breaths are coming out in short, sharp bursts.
"I'm sorry, Gabe... I'm sorry," Chase mumbles.
Gabriel gives him a small smile. It's okay, he mouths.
Chase places a tentative palm on the inside of Gabriel's thigh, hoping the touch will help soothe his nerves. He had been supporting a semi for the past few minutes. From perving on Gabriel, his brain supplies. He pulls down the tight boxers and takes his half hard cock in his hand.
"Ah ah. Take it off," Alastair commands. Chase stands and slips the boxers all the way off before kneeling in front of Gabriel again. He bows his head, ashamed and also not wanting to look Gabriel in the face as he jerks himself to full hardness, a deep flush coloring his cheeks. When he decides that he's ready, he looks up, and his heart does a somersault.
Gabriel is watching him raptly, dark blue eyes focused on his cock still fisted in his hand, lips parted. He flicks his eyes up, meeting Chase's before he blushes and looks away, embarrassed. Fuck. Does Gabriel want this too?
Without thinking, he shuffles closer between the V of Gabriel's legs. The flush coloring his cheeks is now spreading down his neck to pool at his chest. Chase can't stop watching. Their eyes find one another, green against blue and the world fades away, and it's just the two of them. It's easy to ignore Alastair ugly mug peering over Gabriel's left shoulder. Ignore Ramsay sipping his stupid Scotch and the others in the room.
He takes a deep breath and guides his cock towards Gabriel's hole. Gabriel's rim looks so raw; it has got to hurt. Chase circles his head around the entrance, using his precome as lube. Gabriel is already loose and open from before but still, he pushes in slowly, paying rapt attention for any signs of discomfort or pain. His head pops in easily, but Gabriel still closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
God, Gabriel feels so hot inside like he's burning. Wincing in sympathy, he leans closer and pushes in steadily. When he's fully seated inside Gabriel, they both let out an audible exhale. He is almost lying on top of Gabriel now, and when he looks up, all he sees is blue. He swallows. Gazing into those azure eyes, it feels like Gabriel is staring right at him. Into his very soul. Suddenly, Chase feels naked and not in the sense that he doesn't have a stitch of clothing on him. He clears his throat.
"Ready, Gabe?" he whispers, voice so low and husky he barely recognizes it.
Gabriel nods. Then, Chase begins to thrust. He pulls out and thrusts back in, switching angles every once in a while, his eyes never leaving Gabriel's face, cataloging all the micro expressions there. Gabriel is lying back against Alastair, pupils dilated and never once did they break eye contact. Gabriel feels so warm and deliciously wet. From Zael's come, his brain reminds him. A surge of possessiveness prompts him to thrust in harder and faster.
Gabriel groans, low and deep, eyes falling shut as he hits the bundle of nerves inside him. Chase aims his thrust, brushing against the spot again and again, drawing out these tiny mewls from Gabriel. He looks so gorgeous like this, debauched and wanton, his lips red and swollen from trying to keep his moans in. Chase wants to kiss those lips, wants to feel the vibration of his moans in his mouth. Forgetting himself, he leans forward and presses their lips together.
Gabriel gasps, his eyes flying open, shocked. But Chase doesn't care. He wants this. Had wanted this for so long. To feel Gabriel below him, to be able to hold him, feel him, kiss him. He knows he's being selfish right now and that he shouldn't be enjoying this because oh my god it's rape but he can't help himself. He moans into Gabriel's mouth and kisses deeper. For his part, Gabriel doesn't respond, his body tensed and lips stiff and stilted.
Defeated, he lets out a broken sob and starts to pull back, about to apologize when Gabriel opens his mouth wider and kisses back. He's hesitant at first like he isn't sure if he's allowed to. Their lips slip and slide against one another, Chase's hand coming up to cup Gabriel's jaw. He can't help the happy sigh that escapes him, the corner of his lips curling up into a smile as he kisses Gabriel- and to have him kiss back!
Gabriel tugs his bottom lips between his teeth, moaning deeply as he bites into it. Chase almost comes on the spot, still buried deep inside Gabriel. His hip gives an involuntary hard thrust, his chest accidentally brushing over the clamps on Gabriel's nipple causing the teen underneath him to cry out, body spasming as he comes, striping his stomach and chest white.
Chase pulls back, lips red and swollen as he watches Gabriel's face crunches up with the force of his orgasm before blissing out as he calms down from the high. The clench of his ass around Chase's cock sends him spiraling into his own orgasm, pumping his load deep inside Gabriel. Chase bows his head, gasping as he tries to catch his breath.
Now that it's over, he doesn't dare to look at Gabriel. Too afraid of what he would see there. Is Gabriel disgusted with him? Will he ever forgive him for this? Oh god, did he fucked this up? But Gabriel did kiss him back, didn't he? So maybe, maybe he wanted this too? He doesn't dare bring himself to hope. Gabriel's in love with Lucas, clear as day. Chase shouldn't forget that. Despite how dubious this situation is, he can't help but feel just a tiny bit glad that he got to have this.
When he finally dares to look up, soft blue eyes are staring back at him. Gabriel's face is relaxed, and there's a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Not the sad one he always wears. A genuine one. The sight leaves Chase breathless. He looks... happy. And Chase did that. He put that smile on Gabriel's face. Without noticing it, his own face breaks into a smile of its own.
- - -
In the amount of time it took Lucas to finish two bottles of beer, he had been hit on by three women and two men. He had declined politely, stating that he's waiting for someone. That isn't too far from the truth. He is waiting, just not a special someone but rather, a group, that at that moment, he notices, just entered the club. He keeps his eyes on them, confirming his suspicion.
The group, consisting of both men and women, are heading towards the VIP section. He does a quick headcount and familiarizes himself with their faces. Ramsay had mentioned that he will be bringing some of his associates along. It isn't uncommon for his 'business partners' to organize orgies or gangbangs. Zael did that countless times with Gabriel. But this is the first time Ramsay had voiced any interest in doing so. What's interesting is that he had declined to give any names when Lucas had asked. Assuming they might be more of Kansas's finest, Lucas wants to scope them out.
He watches as Ramsay's supposed associates push and shove their way through the crowd, acting like self-entitled morons. He observes their antics, takes in their young gullible faces and snorts. They're teenagers- can't be any older than 18 or 20. Associates his ass. He wonders who these people are and why Ramsay would invite them. In any case, they don't seem to be worth his time. He slides off his stool, chucks a few dollar bills as tips and maneuvers his way through the mass of sweaty undulating bodies towards the exit.
