Exposed (19 page)

“Good.” Gabriel wanted to kiss Briar from head to toe, explore every inch of that strong body, make him come undone from pure bliss…

But tonight, he was happy to let Briar slide two wet fingers inside and crook them, breathing out deeply at the half-filled feeling.

Oh, God, he was good.

Gabriel closed his eyes to enjoy the fingertips rubbing slow circles inside him, the electric tingles and jolts that sent through his body, and the extra tension that coiled in his belly and muscles as a result.

He let out a quick exhale through o-shaped lips once Briar’s fingers were out of him, then shook his head as he cracked his eyes for a peek at Briar. Briar’s hand was stroking up and down his shaft, spreading a thin layer of glistening liquid along it.

God, Briar’s cock was sexy. When Briar caught him looking, he winked, and that simple gesture—despite his own nakedness and vulnerability—was what made Gabriel blush.

Briar chuckled deeply, and then his warm firmness was pressing into Gabriel. It was impossible to describe how utterly he was filled with that thick, velvety, hot shaft—not just physically, but how it fulfilled the
need
inside him.

Gabriel was almost dizzy with pleasure. He moaned his encouragement, running his hands up and down Briar’s back while Briar’s hands settled on rubbing slow circles against his hips and thighs.

Almost perfect.

Then Briar was moving, each quick thrust into him building up the heat under his skin and the itch to kiss him again.

“Briar—”

Before he could finish the request, Briar was right there, his lips gently pressing across Gabriel’s.

This
was perfect.

Gabriel kept his kiss slow and dirty, sucking on Briar’s lips and tongue and rubbing their noses together now and then to catch his breath before he dove in for another kiss. Thrust by thrust, the bed shaking under him, the heat tingling under his skin crashed through him.

He ached with the need to
move
, to help Briar, and overwhelm
him
just as he felt. “I wanna ride you,” Gabriel moaned.

No sooner had the words left his lips than Briar rolled them over swiftly, his hands steadying Gabriel’s shoulder and hip.

Gabriel braced his knees, then winced as his hip strained.

“You all right?”

“My hip’s a bit weird. Comes with being partly double-jointed.”

As he’d expected, Briar’s eyes widened. He looked like he was imagining all the possibilities.

“We’ll explore that later, too,” Gabriel winked, shimmying his weight until he was steady again.
Now
he was ready to go. He rose and fell quickly, keeping his hands braced on the bed on either side of Briar’s head while he watched the expressions flit across Briar’s face.

God, he was beautiful.

“I’m so close,” Briar whispered, his hands running over Gabriel’s ass. He squeezed and kneaded, then slid both hands up along his back. “Oh, God, you’re beautiful. I love you.”

Then, Briar’s eyes widened like he hadn’t meant to let that slip. It was Briar’s turn for a rare, full blush.

Gabriel lowered himself to his elbows, then pecked Briar’s lips with a few light, teasing kisses. “I love you, too.”

Gabriel had never been more certain of anything. He was invested in Briar like he’d never felt in anyone else, and he even thought he could like the man he was becoming around Briar.

Cheesy as it was, Briar
was
making him a better person, just by being around him.

“I’m so glad,” Briar moaned against his lips, his expression melting into sincere joy. Then, he kissed Gabriel thoroughly.

Gabriel moved fast and hard, his heart hammering with the thrill of the admission. His body was tense with pleasure throbbing through his body, Briar’s thick length so hot inside him.

Briar’s hand, and those strong, delicate fingers, wrapped around his cock to jerk a few quick times, helping him along. Gabriel moaned sharply and nodded slightly to thank Briar, and Briar kept stroking at the same quick pace.

He needed… no, not just needed, but
wanted
Briar.

That was Gabriel’s last thought before he clenched around Briar, his hips stuttering and shuddering as the heat flooded through his body and his head rolled back, his body arching.

He could barely brace himself against the tidal wave of muscle shudders, the pure blackness devoid of thoughts except
Briar
and
Briar’s body
and
Briar’s love
.

“Yes…! Briar, yes,” Gabriel panted, pushing himself up and down as he gasped raggedly for breath, his body pulsating and clenching around Briar.

“Oh, Jesus,
yes
,” Briar growled, his voice deep with arousal. Gabriel’s eyes widened when he realized Briar was on the edge. That gave him just enough strength to push himself up and down on Briar’s cock hard, taking him deep into himself while the last few drops trickled from his own cock.

And then Briar came deep inside Gabriel with a grunted groan. His head slammed back into the pillow and his chest heaved for breath.

Stripped of any self-control, his expression radiating painfully honest ecstasy, Briar was
beautiful
.

Gabriel stared, his hips gradually stilling as Briar pushed up into him, his feet braced on the bed. With each thrust, he felt warmer and wetter inside, and his cheeks were hot with embarrassed pleasure in that whole new feeling.

Briar’s eyes fluttered open and he pulled Gabriel down by his cheek for another deep kiss, his cock sliding out of Gabriel.

They were wrapped up in each other, limbs hopelessly tangled, and Gabriel couldn’t stop giggling under his breath. Briar’s eyes sparkled playfully, and he snaked his leg between Gabriel’s every time Gabriel tried to free himself.

I love him. I love everything about him.

Gabriel pressed kisses against Briar’s neck, gradually stilling in his arms. “God, I love you. I didn’t know you felt the same.”

“That I love you too?”

The words sent another pleasurable tingle down his spine and Gabriel hummed under his breath. “You can say that again…” he teased.

“I love you, too,” Briar repeated, then kissed the tip of Gabriel’s nose.

Oh my God. He’s… touchy-feely.
Somehow, Gabriel wasn’t surprised at all. He laughed, pushing Briar away. “Even now?”

It was hard to put into words his guilt at everything he’d done—the way he’d treated those around him until the last second, when he saw everything careening out of control; his self-confidence growing into arrogance; and most of all, turning his back on the man he owed the most.

Briar’s eyes were soft as they flickered across Gabriel’s expression, reading all the things he couldn’t say. “Especially now,” Briar murmured.

Gabriel let out a long sigh and closed his eyes, trying to let the tension drain from his body. The words, usually so hard for him, slipped out easily. “Thank you.”

Briar’s arms snaked around him. The scent of him, the warm, strong arms around his middle, the lips pressing gently against the back of his neck…

Here in his boyfriend’s arms, Gabriel was safe at last.

“
I
’ve worked
with half a dozen photographers who told me I’m good enough for you guys.”

Gabriel leaned back in the chair, crossing his ankle over his knee as he watched the young guy—Alastair, with a T—fidget with his hands. Alastair’s lip was curling as he touched his hair, but he was also watching Gabriel intently.

“We can take pretty much any guy off the streets and make him good enough for us,” Gabriel answered calmly. “I have no doubt in your talent. What we’re looking for is someone who will improve our image.”

“Which means?”

“Exposed is looking for a cross-section of guys who show heart, who have a balanced lifestyle, who aren’t afraid to tread their own paths rather than following the leader.”

Alastair’s hands went still and he raised his eyebrow. “So you’re saying I’m too vain?”

“No. All of us are vain,” Gabriel laughed, and Alastair didn’t join in. “I’m saying, we need someone who understands the value of teamwork—corporate cliché though it is—and who will look me in the eye and tell me what’s going on. As the new faces agent, I see a lot of young guys who are self-absorbed. I was, too… everyone knows that.”

Being infamous had its advantages: Gabriel didn’t sound completely unaware of his own faults when he talked to potential new models.

“I want to hire guys who don’t feel like they’re too good to listen to anyone.”

That was his main problem with Alastair—he wasn’t going to let anyone tell him what to do, no matter how gently they suggested things, even when they were right. No amount of talent would make up for that.

Alastair played with his hair again, then rose to his feet. “You don’t think I’ll fit in here.”

“Perhaps not.” Gabriel stood, too. “If you’d like, I can give you a list of more… traditional agencies I think would suit you.”

“Fuck you. You’d be lucky to have me.”

“Bye, Alastair.”

Gabriel smiled to himself as he watched the guy walk out, visibly fuming from the perceived insults.

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that, and it would be far from the last. He knew better than to take it personally, though. On this side of the desk, he was a lot less touchy, and not because he had power.

He could gently guide the new faces in their agency with the weight of authority. Superstardom didn’t sit well on him, but guiding the up-and-coming stars suited him perfectly. Gabriel was both a warning story and a success story, and Briar constantly said how much he admired Gabriel’s knack for balancing both those stories within his career.

Speaking of which… they were just about done for the day. In the office, at least.

Gabriel poked his head into Briar’s office and smiled. “Ready to go, Bri’?”

“Almost, babe.” Briar was fidgeting with his bowtie in the mirror.

Gabriel smiled as he walked up behind Briar, tweaking his collar and the tie until they sat just right. Then, he turned Briar around and slid his arms around his waist, pecking his lips.

“God, you two.” That was Vince from the doorway, rolling his eyes at them but smirking anyway.

Briar didn’t look over at him, but he grinned as he watched Gabriel’s eyes. “Mm?”

“The limo’s here. Don’t neck in front of me the whole way there, please.”

Gabriel laughed and nodded, glancing at Vince and winking. “We’ll be there in a sec.”

Vince wrinkled his nose but winked back, then strode towards the elevator.

Gabriel turned back to Briar and pecked his lips. “Time to go rock the town?”

“Ready. Let’s show them we mean business.”

His hand slipped into Briar’s and they walked, side by side, to the elevator to join Vince and head for tonight’s party.

Gabriel might not walk the runway much anymore, but that was fine by him. He’d rather walk a thousand red carpets on Briar’s arm and walk a thousand of his new faces into world-famous photo studios before he headlined another fashion week.

Fuck being a superstar—this was the good life.

Connect on Twitter and Facebook:

• @SierraWritesMM
  
• sierrarileyauthor