wickerpark | [Carlos/Gael] Office Hours

"Depends," Gael said with a curious look about the room before he shut the door by casually leaning back against it. He locked the door, just in case, as he turned his attention fully on Carlos. "You see, I'm not sure if it is a crime, but regardless I have come to turn myself in. You see...I might have lied to your Captain of the Guard. I might have told him that would never prance about his lawns in....questionable clothing, and yet this morning I did in fact do just that. And I might have mooned your king."

He hadn't, and even if he had he wasn't sure that Elijah wouldn't have just laughed. But he wasn't, actually, wearing said questionable clothing. Instead he was in tight jeans them seemed to hug his waist and hips tightly. His tee shirt was a light blue, that was fitted. He looked rather normal.

"Also- I might be planning a crime, which I submit to you, might be punishable by..prison or something. You see, I intend to kidnap the acting Head of Security."

"I can't imagine why the Captain would have ever made you promise that kind of thing," Carlos murmured as he regarded Gael from across the room. He certainly wouldn't stop Gael from prancing in questionable clothing - well, up to a point. Mooning Elisha, though; he was pretty sure Elisha would have been both amused and appreciative of the sight, and Carlos found that sparked a dark idea.

He dropped his feet to the floor with a thump, and stood up, smoothing the wrinkles in his uniform shirt as he circled the desk. "I probably shouldn't stand for that kind of disrespect of my king," he said, walking closer. "And kidnapping is getting very serious, cariño. I don't know if you can worm your way out of punishment for that. The Acting Head of Security's supposed to be an important man, you know."

"Oh, he is a very important man, I am sure. But still one that must be kidnapped. To save him from himself." He said, moving closer to Carlos as he did. "Though, I truth- I did come to apologize. You seemed a little disappointed that I ran off early the other night. And I realize that I owe you an apology."

Which, okay- he didn't, but that wasn't the point. They were not dating, thus such things were not something worry of apology.

"And to think- I came up with that Kesha out fit just to drive you a little insane. Shaved my legs...and other bits just so you could run your hands across my smooth legs, and just lavish your attention on them." He said, grinning as he came up to Carlos. "Also- I heard you wore a uniform, and I just had to see it for myself. That and the idea of getting off in Tyler Kagan's office was very tempting."

Apologies were for people in relationships, and Carlos rather firmly reminded himself frequently that the two of them were in something else. "Obviously I was disappointed that you disappeared from sight," he said, bracing his hand on the wall. On the other hand, he'd made Captain not because he was Ty Kagan's best friend, but because he was observant, and he'd seen Oliver Byrd being more determinedly charming than usual, and drinking more than he usually did - and he could make some guesses. It worried him, a little, that maybe Ty was involving him with someone a little too much like Hadyn.

But then, Ty would probably say he was playing his own dangerous game. And Ty would probably kill him if he fucked Gael Shaw in his office.

Worth it, he decided as he hooked his fingers in Gael's belt loops to tug him closer. "We're very official and important in security," he said. "Uniforms all over the place." Ty couldn't be bothered and didn't have to. It was the perk of being the boss, though Carlos didn't mind the uniform. No clothing decisions to make, and he looked important. Which, in turn, was an excellent shield when he ran into family.

"You know," he said. "I told you what I was going to do to you the next time you teased me, so I think you should tell me how you're going to make amends - for teasing me and disappearing."

"Well, darling, I did not want you to get too used to the idea that I would come to your beck and call. That and I had other commitments. It would not have been right for me to blow them off." He said, purring a little as he slipped his arms around the Carlos neck as he leaned back just a little. It caused his hips to push forward into Carlos' hips.

"And the uniform looks good on you, love." He said, smirking. "But as I know what you planned to do, however making up to you? I don't know if I should. Maybe I should just turn and walk out. It does give me a chance to...well, make you earn every inch of my attention." He grinned, though, before leaning in to kiss Carlos soundly as he started to laugh just a little. He really could have just pulled away, and run for it- it would have brought a new level of kink to his growing laundry list of kinks.

"Or, I could," he said against Carlos' lips as their kiss ended. "Or I could strip down and suck your cock while you try very hard to focus on your work. I wouldn't want to take you away from it if you can't."

Carlos dropped his hand from the wall to curve almost gently around one of Gael's hips. He wasn't fully aroused, not yet, but Gael could feel that he was definitely interested - just as Carlos could feel the same.

"You could," he murmured. "I'm not sure how far you'd get, Gael, but you could try." It made him sound overly confident, he was sure, but Carlos was both trained and motivated. And Gael, based on the sparkle in his eye, would very much like getting caught. Carlos could probably arrange the chase to end up near his own apartment. Which would have more interesting possibilities.

Of course, the idea on Gael stripping naked and using all his skills to distract Carlos from reviewing his own damn reviews - and he knew Ty had done that on purpose - had more than few benefits, and his green eyes lightened with laughter. "You know, Ty told me explicitly not to defile his office while he was gone."

"Oh well, if we can't defile the office I guess there isn't much point in hanging around. Ta, darling." Gael said, leaning in to give Carlos a quick kiss again, before starting to pull back from the taller man. He didn't really think Carlos was going to let he get very far, but that wasn't really the point of the game.

"It is a shame, though, that we can't have a little fun in this place. It is so neat, and tidy, and just asking for naughty things to happen. What if I just....danced, right here. Maybe even sing. I don't need...a shirt for that, right?" He asked, reaching down as he backed away from Carlos to pull the hem of his shirt up. He smirked as he watched the other man, inching the fabric up his lean torso ever so slowly. "Probably don't need pants either, for dancing. Or singing. And really- He told you not to defile it. He said nothing about me."

If there was any indication, Carlos thought, that Gael intended to slip back out the door - well, Krista would probably get an eyeful that would definitely get back to Ty. He wasn't so sure he actually cared that much about that. He and Ty, after all, had some of the same proclivities - he just took it to a further extreme than his best friend. It was, really, why there'd never been anything between the two of them. They both knew that neither one of them would submit.

Best not to get into that kind of a conflict, in Carlos' opinion.

There was a certain glow to his eyes as he backed away from Gael, just a few steps, until he leaned back against the desk and could reach the phone there. "Krista, go home for the day," he said as he picked it up. His gaze never wavered from Gael as he spoke. "Yes, I'm sure I won't be needing anything else this afternoon." Not from a seventeen year old girl. at least. From a twenty-four year old man? Well, he expected he'd be expressing some needs and desires, he thought as he crossed his arms and tilted his head to one side.

"Ty definitely made an error in judgment in not mentioning you, cariño," he said. "But then he doesn't really know what you're capable of." Neither did Carlos, entirely. But he did look forward to learning. "Besides...I wouldn't want you to feel restricted."

"Your Head of Security does not seem very wise at all." Gael said as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell. He unlocked it, and flipped through his music until he found a song he wanted and played it before setting the phone aside.

As the music started Gael danced along with the skill of a trained dancer as slowly his clothing started to come off. He had a twinkle in his eyes as he reached out and pulled Carlos over to sit in a chair, before he lowered himself in the other man's lap and continued to dance and sing- grinding carefully against the man of the chair before he pushed himself up to lose his last article of clothing- his jeans. He'd opted to forgo boxers or briefs today. He felt it was worth it.

The rough fabric of his jeans also happened feel rather enjoyable against the now smooth skin of his lower body- from legs to pelvis he had not a hair. He stood when the music stopped, one arm up as he laced his fingers through his hair and the other wrapped around his waist. "If you want...I can entertain you with more..." He said, rotating his hips in a slow circle before tilting his head just a little. "Or I can play with myself for your enjoyment."

As if to empathize his words, Gael's hand traveled down to his cock, grasping it and slowly stroking it's semi-hard length as the next song came on.

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"Well, querido, he may have decided to ignore a few of your personality traits." Like the complete shamelessness, Carlos thought as he let Gael lead him to the chair. That one was growing to be a favorite of his.

His eyes grew hot and dark as Gael ground against him, his own cock hardening. Still, he had self-control; self-control was an essential part of both how he worked and how he played. "I'm not going to stop you from taking initiative," he purred as he slid his hands over Gael's now very smooth skin. "You know, I was wondering how far this went," he murmured as his hands slid from Gael's hips to his thighs. "And I'm not sure I've ever been so grateful to Kesha in my life."

And as a gay man with a sex drive he was, frankly, frequently very grateful to Kesha. 'Take It Off' playing at the Wild Card was almost a guarantee that he'd get laid.

Gael liked Kesha. He liked to dance and sing to Kesha, and he liked the reactions he could get out of people when he did it. There probably wasn't a soul in all of the Deck that didn't know Gael's particular delight at being the center of attention- not a soul.

Stroking himself, Gael smirked at Carlos. "Well, she is the best reason to do spur of the moment things that a sane person would call rash." Indeed, he had gotten more than one 'why would you do that' comment from various people he knew. And there was an answer for them that he wasn't sure they'd wanted to hear- 'because my lovers think it is hot'...seemed too much for them.

Turning in Carlos' hands, he slipped back into the taller man's lap. His phone continued to cycle through various songs, too- even getting to a number of Kesha's songs as they went. Occasionally he would start to sing along, if a but unconsciously as he played with himself in Carlos' lap.

"It is a real shame we aren't some place better....equipped," he said after a few songs had pass, his cock stiff and red as his hand stilled. "I look rather delicious, don't I?"

Certainly Carlos had always been aware. And certainly he was more than willing to let Gael be the center of his attention. It had gone so well the last time, he thought as his hands slid around to Gael's ass.

"Cariño, you're incapable of not looking delicious," he said. "But right now you're looking extra." As for somewhere better equipped, well, his apartment wasn't too far. But maybe a little far before they either took the edge off or built it up to be even sharper. "I can take you somewhere very well equipped," he said, and he reached up to brush his thumb across Gael's lower lip. "Or, we could improvise."

"To be fair- this isn't my boss's office." Gael said, though he had had sex multiple times in his place of work. Just, well, never in Hadyn's office. He was pretty sure that was a fast way to die, and thus never even considered it. He did, however, respect that Carlos certainly had to work with Tyler Kagan, and that any Kagan was likely to take flesh and bone as payment for slights.

"How far is it to your 'somewhere', and do I have to dress again? Or just I just sneak through the halls without a stitch on?" Because that certainly sounded like fun, dodging in and out- trying to avoid the important people. Or just....people in general.

"But really, I live to serve your needs, don't I? What is it you want?"

Gael would die, and possibly whoever Gael was with would die. It was more likely that you could get away with sex in Elisha's office. As for Ty, well. he'd probably forgive Carlos. Eventually. Or maybe not, Ty wasn't getting laid right now. Sexual frustration could add an edge to a grudge.

Carlos smiled, one of the rare smiles that Gael was already seeing more often than some of the people he worked with, and he slipped his fingers over Gael's cheek with deceptive gentleness before he leaned in for a hard and possessive kiss. "You're right, of course," he murmured. "Which means it doesn't really matter how far it is, does it? Get up."

He didn't wait but instead lifted Gael off him and onto his feet before looking at his watch. They should be between patrols, he thought as he stood up and retrieved the short sword that was part of his uniform from behind the desk and strapped it back on. Some things were best not to wear when you were sitting for hours.

He went over and unlocked the door before looking back at Gael with a raised brow. "You've got about fifteen minutes before a couple of guards come through the halls and wonder why there's a naked Eight of Hearts wandering Club Castle. Coming or not?"

He really did like the way Carlos kissed him, as if the man were laying claim to something that was his and no one else's. He was a little surprised, however, that Carlos didn't give him a chance to stand before picking him up and planting him down on his feet. It was not a favor he could have returned the other way around, and for a moment Gael was looking down at his lithe frame and wondering if he was too small.

Of course he didn't get a chance to wonder about that for long before Carlos was talking again, this time from the doorway. Right- well, he probably didn't need to leave his things in Tyler's office, but it wasn't really like could quickly find it all. Also- he suspected that Carlos would take his things away from him.

Still, he grabbed his jeans and phone- he'd have to come back to figure out where his shirt disappeared to. He suspected it was behind something, and didn't really want to waste the time. Moving toward the door he smirked at Carlos. "Well, lead the way, Monsieur."

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Carlos would certainly never consider Gael to be anything less than the perfect size - but it was true that while Gael's muscles were built from years of dance, Carlos' were built from a combination of construction and military training. He was, in a word, more used to lifting heavy objects, and Gael was likely more used to lifting girls the size of Ali.

The halls of Club Castle were never deserted, of course, but late afternoon was the quietest time. Just before younger Cards returned from classes and after everyone else had taken lunch and tea, it was the time when the least number of people were around to possibly wonder why he was leading a very naked Gael Shaw through the halls. Though he expected it would make more sense as they entered the residential wing after only one or two near misses.

He smirked when they finally arrived at the door labeled with his name in a quiet, out of the way section and unlocked the door. "And here we are," he said as he opened it to let Gael inside. As apartments went it was a few steps above Gael's own. One of the benefits of losing privacy was the fact that Castle maintenance took care of everything. Besides that, his sister Victoria did interior design - and Carlos was fairly sure his nice couch was his sister's way of apologizing for their father.

But then he was pretty sure Gael wasn't particularly interested in his upholstery, Carlos thought as he shut and locked the door behind them. "I think I remember something about a confession," he said as he came up behind Gael and skimmed his fingertips over his spine. "Something about conspiracy to kidnap the acting head of security."

Gael was hardly shy, but he'd certainly turned a bright pink as they walked through the halls. It had taken a bit of effort, really, to keep from grabbing only Carlos and asking him to walk faster- especially after he was nearly spotted by a few others in the hallways.

So it was a relief in a way, to be in the privacy of Carlos' rooms. Though his heart still pounded in his chest, his skin still flush with the smallest hint of embarrassment. The other man's touch sent a shiver up his spine, and his eyes closed slowly as he let his head fell back as he looked at Carlos.

"Well, it does look like I succeeded. You're not at work are you?" He asked, grinning as he turned and dropped his jeans off to the side. "And all without having to tie you up, though the thought did cross my mind. Maybe I should torture the acting head of security now that I have successfully kidnapped him. Tie him to a chair and tease him until he's fit to burst."

It appealed to Carlos' sadistic side to glance over his shoulder and see Gael getting progressively more embarrassed about the possibility of being caught naked in the halls - especially since they ended up walking past Hadyn's office as well as Elisha's. Neither man had stepped outside, though, and both he and Gael were quick enough on their feet to avoid detection by anyone else.

He hummed skeptically as his fingers slipped into the hair at the nape of Gael's neck. "That's one way of looking at it," he said as he tugged Gael back against him. "Or you could say that the acting head of security caught you in the act and you're going to get what you deserve." He tugged sharply on Gael's hair to force his head further back, so he could brush his lips against his throat.

"Interesting idea, though. Do you think you could pull that off?"

Gael grunted as his head was forced back uncomfortably as he as watched Carlos closely. He bit back a moan as the brush of Carlos' lips sent a shiver down his spine, and his eyes narrowed just a little. The fact that Carlos seemed to doubt him made him want to push the bigger man back against a wall. He might not have the height, strength or build of a trained Club guard- but he had his tricks. One wasn't raised a Spade and not have their tricks.

"Do you really want to test it?" He asked softly, his hands coming up and curling into fists against the fabric of Carlos' uniform. "I might surprise you, Master Club. I am capable, you needn't fear." Nothing, after all, happened without Gael's express desire for it to do so- at least one lover had felt a particularly painful reminder of that.

"Shall we make it a wager?" He asked, one hand releasing Carlos' uniform and slipping up and around the taller man's neck. His fingers slipped into the hair at the nape of the man's neck, knotting in the hair before he returned the favor of a sharp tug- forcing Carlos' head up enough that he could see sharp eyes watching him. "I'll even let you name the stakes."

The look in Carlos' eyes wasn't quite surprise, though there was an element of that there. There was interest, and heat, though there was more than that as well. And there was a certain challenge in the sharp curve of his lip. Of course he remembered when Gael was a Spade. His sister was friends with Gael's, and there were hardly any Spades sharper than Noelle Prochazka-Shaw. But then the Clubs Carlos had been born into had never really been a soft Suit, no matter what people said, and Carlos himself had grown to be quite sharp. It was unavoidable, really, when you grew up as Ty Kagan's shadow.

"You know," he said as Gael's hands fisted in the black fabric of his shirt. "Actually, cariño, I think I do want to test you." Often this was easy for him. Often when he ventured into a relationship built on power games, it was clear that he would be the one on top - that was part of the contract between him and his lovers. And he didn't dislike that, but he was too much a Club not to sometimes want to go looking for a fight.

"A bet," he murmured, his eyes sharp and light and almost exactly the shade of new blades of grass on Gael's darker eyes. "Mm. Alright. If I win, I get you - on a night of my choosing." Almost like a date. "If you win...well, you already said you want me at your mercy, right?"

"And how shall we decide the winner?" He asked, purring as his free hand let go of the fabric of Carlos' uniform and traced a path downward. "Shall it be the first one to bind the other? Or do we go with a simple pin?" The second would certainly pose a greater challenge for Gael, if only because he was much leaner than Carlos. But it wasn't impossible.

"I vote for no rules- rules just make things messy, I think." He hissed a little, his hand finding what it was searching for as it slipped beneath the hem of Carlos' jacket and pressed against the warm flesh hidden beneath the fabric.

"Though, I hate to tell you- you've probably already lost." He murmured as he started to push Carlos back against the wall behind them. "I have a habit of getting my way."

"Why make it complicated, love?" Carlos asked. "A simple pin, and then the fun can come later." It wouldn't be impossible for Gael to pin him - difficult, sure - but not impossible. The heat in his eyes intensified as Gael found his skin, and at the challenging look in his eye. Oh, he didn't doubt that Gael was very good at getting his way. He'd said as much the first time they'd been together.

"Careful, azucar," he said with something of a sensual laugh as his back nearly hit the wall. Then he was free, moving, and behind Gael as he grabbed his arm. He tugged, and Gael turned. Maybe the playfulness in Carlos' face was a surprise. It was good-natured, and it didn't underestimate Gael. He loved a fight, almost as much as Gael loved getting his own way. "Getting cocky is dangerous."

"Merde," Gael muttered, his face going a little harder before he shifted into a more playful facade. He needed, he thought, a way to get his own frustrations out of his system in a way that Ollie couldn't give him.

Gael kicked back and planted a foot against the wall, and in a rather graceful motion (despite the lack of clothing), twisted both his captured arm and body around until he could forcefully push Carlos back and pivot himself up. He might not have Carlos' strength, but being a dancer allowed for his limber body to contort easily.

His face came up even with Carlos', though it was upside down in comparison. His eyes, blue with flecks of green and golden brown, glittered with an unspoken emotion that Gael felt no need to explain or acknowledge as he suddenly pushed off the wall again. His free arm came down only Carlos' shoulder, his supporting him as his body pushed up...and then over Carlos.

If he was lucky, he would force Carlos to let him go. If he was unlucky...well, they'd both probably end up on the floor in a tangled mess.

Carlos had heard about the sparring match Ollie and Ty had had. It was, really, the reason Ty had gotten really interested in the Diamond - but from what Ty had said about it, it also made fighting with Ollie dangerous. The man sounded like he was on an edge. Carlos wasn't. Carlos had his own issues, but all in all his problems in life were easily pushed aside and ignored, frankly. They rarely confronted him.

He fell back a step, his brows raising slightly. His job was half assessing the abilities of guards and wannabe guards, after all, and Gael...well, he wasn't a fighter. But he easily could be with more training. Of course, he'd been born a Spade; if he'd wanted to be a fighter, he'd be one now. It was the expression in his eyes that almost had Carlos releasing him, though. This was fun for him. This was somehow about proving himself to Gael, and there wasn't any reason for him to need to prove himself to Carlos.

But he didn't have time to really analyze that, not with Gael contorting himself in a way that almost had Carlos' grip breaking. His eyes narrowed a bit, though, and his hand tightened instead, even though he knew what Gael knew.

They were ending up in a heap on top of the gray skin rug Victoria had deemed stylish enough and he'd deemed not entirely annoying. Carlos only barely managed to twist them so he landed on top, panting a little bit as he pinned Gael's arms to the floor.

"Well, corazón, remind me not to piss you off in a dark alley."

Gael's fight wasn't gone, even pinned against the floor and trapped between the rug and Carlos. It took a moment to push the frustrations back as he looked at Carlos evenly. Well, this was not what he had planned, not at all.

"Well, it seems you win." Gael said after a moment, turning his head just slightly as he did. He pushed his hips up against the body above him, though, his naked flesh brushing against the rough fabric of the uniform. "You know, I'm really starting to believe you are a little over dressed love. All things considered. Not that I'm shy, or anything."

He wanted to ask, Carlos thought, what was wrong. Something clearly was. But then, they knew each other very little so far for all that Gael had promised he was a wonderful friend, and Gael naked under him wasn't exactly the time for a heart to heart. "I don't think shy has ever applied to you, corazón," he said as his hands loosened slightly and slid further down Gael's arms. "Maybe when you were four." Maybe.

He laughed, though, as he leaned back. "Well, help me with that," he said as he reached up to unbutton his shirt. "Unless you're expecting the same striptease you gave me. I'm not nearly as flexible."

As soon as Carlos gave him the space, Gael was up- hands going to the clothing that covered the other man's body as he leaned in and pressed his lips against the warm flesh of Carlos' neck. "You could entertain me with a striptease, it wouldn't be remiss." He said softly, his fingers finding the shirt beneath the jacket of the Club uniform.

"You don't have to be flexible when you have a toned, muscle defined body. I'm pretty sure that was written in a rule book for stripteases, somewhere." He said, biting at his bottom lip just a little as he looked up at Carlos. "I mean, really..."

Carlos laughed a little as he stood up. "Well, I'm not as good a dancer, either," he said. "But it's not exactly fair to make you do all the seducing, is it?" He wondered, though, how many people seduced Gael rather than it being the other way around.

He stepped out of Gael's reach and cycled through his music until he found the song he was looking for, giving Gael a smirk as it began to play over the speakers and he started to slip out of his clothing. First the jacket, then the sword and knives at his waist before he finished the work Gael had started on his shirt as he moved to the music. For his words about not being a good dancer, Carlos was graceful - he had to be, to train as he did - and he went to the dance club in town a few times a month. There was no better way to let off steam, after all.

Of course, he didn't generally dance in front of single-minded attention, with someone watching him the way Gael was.

He danced his way back over as he shed his black pants and tossed his uniform over the arm of his couch, crouching back down to where Gael had leaned against one of his chairs as the song ended, and he raised his eyebrows. "I draw the line at lap dances, because we'd never make it off the living room floor, love."

"What's wrong with the living room floor?" Gael asked, an amused expression on his face as he leaned back against the chair behind him. He reached out to the crouched guardsman and ran his fingers over the now exposed skin on the man's leg. "I mean, it does have a very nice rug....a nice couch. Chairs. You might not want to let guest sit on them after we were done. Not without a good steam cleaning first, at least."

Still, Gael shifted up to his knees, arms slipping up and around Carlos' neck as he pressed his lips up against the other man's. He kissed him deep, fingers sliding into Carlos' hair as he tried to push as much of his body against the other man's as he could. "Take me to bed, soldier. I might run away if you don't."

Carlos chuckled against Gael's mouth before he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding over Gael's sides. "I might chase you," he said as he tugged Gael to his feet and walked him backwards around the chairs and down the hall, pressing nipping little bites to his jawline as he walked. "Which would be a fun game for another time," he added as he pushed the door to his bedroom open and nudged Gael inside.

It was decorated even more simply than the living room, Carlos having not let his sister have her way in here, and the simple metal bed frame was covered in a navy and gray bedspread. A few framed pen and ink drawings hung on the wall, and a sword and a few knives were on the desk across from the bed. A pair of restraints and a coiled whip were on the nightstand, though he ignored them for now in favor of giving Gael a sharp kiss as he pressed him against the cool metal of the footboard. "Any regrets about your actions today, cariño?"

"Darling, I might not be stronger than you- but I promise I can run quick enough to stay out of reach." He purred, even as Carlos lifted him up and started walking them back toward the bedroom. He trailed his arms down Carlos' shoulders and over his back as they came to a stop. The cold medal of the footboard sent a bit of a shiver down his spine, too, as he looked up at Carlos.

"Regrets?" He asked, reaching up to cup Carlos' face in a gentle manner as he leaned in toward Carlos, pushing his body up against Carlos' all together. "Darling, I don't regret anything I've done in life. Today or otherwise. Trust me in that." Gael smirked, turning his head to draw Carlos into another kiss.

"My job is to make sure you don't want to stay out of reach," Carlos said as they kissed. There was something nearly romantic about it for a moment as they stood at the end of his bed, Gael's hands framing his face and his fingertips slipping into Carlos' hair.

But then Carlos turned Gael swiftly so that his front was pressed against the footboard. "If nothing else," he said as he pressed a light kiss to the nape of his neck, "because we have fun when we catch each other, don't we?" One hand slid down Gael's spine, slowly gliding downwards towards his ass. At least so far they've had fun, he thinks. There's always a point where it stops being fun for one party or the other, but it's early days yet.

He reached under the bed to pull out a box full of the kind of toys that Gael had kept in a drawer, flipping it open with his foot as he pressed another kiss to Gael's neck. "If you don't have any regrets," he said. "Maybe I should let you pick what we do to you tonight."

"If I pick, are you planning to really listen?" Gael asked from where he was pinned against the foot of the bed. It was the first time he really got to look at the rest of the room, spotting the items on the bed side table.

Pushing back, he turned just a little to look down at the box Carlos had pulled out from under the bed. It was quite the box of things, and Gael's eyes shot upward for a moment. He swallowed a little, "I think you might be well rewarded to give over that cock ring, and maybe a dildo- and I can finish putting on that show I started earlier."

He turned a little more, challenging Carlos a little with his show of disobedience. "I mean, unless you got bored of it."

"I'm not actually your master, Gael," Carlos said, one hand resting at the other man's waist as he pressed against him. It was true, though, that it was quite the box. He wasn't that new at these particular games - just quiet about it. "Yes, of course, I'll listen."

He eyed Gael's choices, though, before bending down to pick out the cock ring and a dildo and extending them to Gael with raised brows. "I might try to change your mind at some point, cariño, but that's only your own fault."

Of course he'd listen. Carlos had no idea how....not obvious that answer was. He wasn't sure he could ever explain it to him either, though he had that same distant look in his eyes that he had had earlier that day. "You might, I suppose, try. But sometimes a man just has to find ways to please himself. Come on, darling.....Lets see how long you can with restrain yourself."

He grinned, banishing the look of earlier away as he climbed up on the bed. Turning he found the tube of lube in the drawer of the nightstand and dropped it next to him as he put the cockring. He turned and situated himself on the bed, looking up at Carlos as he started to once again play with himself. Eventually he added the dildo, spreading his knees far apart as he licked his lips and pleased himself for the sake of his lover.

Carlos' eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as he filed away that distant look. He didn't know that Gael wouldn't consider it obvious that their games were just games - to Carlos too - but he knew that Gael had secrets, and sometimes he could almost see them under the surface. Still, he smiled, gently biting Gael's earlobe before he released him, moving to sit on the bed, leaning back against the footboard as Gael slipped onto the bed

He tilted his head as he watched Gael work himself. "You are trying to test me now," he said as he watched Gael's head fall back against the headboard and his eyelashes veil his bright eyes. "How much do you want me right now, cariño? Do you want me to take hold of that dildo and fuck you with it until you beg me to fuck you instead? Or would you rather I just stay here and watch?"

"Do you really have to ask that?" Gael asked, looking at Carlos with heated eyes as he pulled the dildo back and let it fall to the side and out of the way. He moved slowly toward Carlos, straddling the man's hips as he reached out to slide his arms around Carlos' shoulders. "Or you can just sit there, and I'll keep myself going all on my own. I'm quite good at keeping myself happy, you know."

Gael leaning in and kissed him deeply, fingers laving into Carlos' hair as he took what he felt was his to take in that moment. When they broke away, he grinned against Carlos' lips before he reached out found the bottle of lube and slicked Carlos' cock and then seated himself slowly down on the other man's thick, stiff cock. "I wouldn't want you to exhaust yourself."

"As good a show as you put on, querido, I think I'd rather participate if you don't mind." He leaned back against the footboard as Gael straddled his lap, slipping his fingers into Gael's hair to deepen the kiss. "Not that you aren't gorgeous when pleasing yourself, but I might feel a little left out." Or more likely, he would have continued putting on his own show.

But this was more fun, he thought, and his eyes went hot and dark as Gael lowered himself onto his cock. This was better. "Don't worry," he said as he leaned forward to press a nipping kiss to Gael's lips again. "I'm not tired yet, corazón."

"I wouldn't want you to feel left out, love." Gael said softly, his hips slowly moving up and down against Carlos as he breathed in the other man's scent. "You know, my darling Club, you're so very addictive, you know that?" He kissed Carlos again, pulling the cockring off with a gasp against the man's lips as his hand gripped his overly sensitive organ.

"Fuck," he murmured, pumping himself until he was at the brink of release. He picked up his rhythm, going as fast and as deep as he could while in Carlos' lap. He pumped his hand harder, and harder....faster. And then his release came- sudden and quickly. Gael pushed himself back, catching himself on his arm as his back arched up and the cum shot up and over his lean stomach and across his chest.

Carlos laughed a little breathlessly against Gael's lips as he pushed up in rhythm with his lover. "Darling, I'm not taking that as anything but a compliment."

His eyes narrowed as Gael rode him faster, and when Gael fell back, he pushed him flat onto the mattress, pushing in harder and faster as he pressed Gael's wrists to the mattress. It didn't take him much longer, either - the entire afternoon since Gael had arrived in Ty's office had been foreplay - and after a couple of hard, deep thrusts he felt the pleasure build to its peak, and then crash over him. "God," he muttered as he collapsed on top of Gael, shuddering as he released the other man's wrists. "You're going to kill me one of these days, caro."

He reached around to slide his hand up and into Carlos' hair as the other man collapsed on top of him. Licking his lips a little he laughed when Carlos suggested he'd be the death of the man. Well, maybe he would be- maybe he wouldn't be. It was hard to tell, at times.

"Chéri," He said, smirking as he slipped his arm around the other man's shoulders. "I hope that is something you would like to avoid, your death will greatly vex me. Not to mention you are quite large, and would likely crush me if you were to die right now."

"Would you miss me?" Carlos asked as he rolled to one side and propped himself up on his elbow, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looked over at Gael. "I mean, I'm not planning to expire in the near future, you know. But I've always responded well to motivation."

And Gael could be very motivating, he thought. "I could be inspired to keep going with the right impetus," he murmured as he leaned in to brush his lips against Gael's in a feather-light kiss.

"Yes," he said, rolling up to his side to look at Carlos as he smiled- smiled, not smirk. Carlos was so terribly easy to be around, he thought as he looked at the other man. Tender and kind when needed, hard and strong when he wanted it. "I would miss you, chéri. You make my day a little better." Not that he wanted anyone to read into.

He reached out though, and pulled Carlos back toward him, rolling them both back to the bed. He pulled Carlos back down, half on top of him. "I really would like you to keep going. Even if it is very, very dangerous to let you do so."

Dangerous, he thought, because he was growing to be very fond of Carlos.

Carlos kissed Gaël again as he rolled back on top of him, deeper and slow in contrast to the urgent demand that had defined the first time. "You make my day better too, cariño," he murmured. Gaël might not want to read into that, and Carlos was certainly trying not to read anything into Gaël's words - but he knew he was getting more than just fond, and that the crush he'd had as a teenager was probably not helping things any.

"And thanks to your show we've got all afternoon," he said as he pulled back, skimming his hand down Gaël's side to curve around his hip. His lips twitched up into a mischievous smile. "Unless you've got other places to be."

"I'm not planning to go anywhere any time soon." Gael said with a smile and a laugh against Carlos' lips as he wrapped his arms around Carlos' shoulders again. He certainly wasn't going to object to Carlos monopolizing his time for the rest of the afternoon and night as it were- he'd come to the man with that express intention in the first place.

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