Kyle Roth is no longer safe–not from his lover, not from his friends and, especially, not from himself. Questioning the choices that led him to a life of submission to the potentially dangerous Dominant, Ben Knox, Kyle sees no other way out than through old vices. Just when Kyle assumes all hope is lost he is saved by the persistence of an old enemy, Gabriel Hunter. Worse yet, a secret past withheld from Darrek–Kyle’s friend and Gabriel’s partner–threatens to destroy them all! (M/M)
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Darrek doesn’t know what causes the change. One moment Gabriel is fine—he’s relaxed, his grey-blue eyes half-lidded, a slight sheen of sweat making his gorgeous body glisten in the moonlight. He’s breathing heavier than normal as Darrek’s thrusts grow in strength and force, tensing up on each push so that he’s not knocked farther up on the bed.
Then, just like that, everything changes.
Gabriel flinches. The fight switch in his head gets flipped; Darrek has seen it happen too many times now to mistake it. As soon as he hears the choked sob and feels Gabriel’s body knot up under him, ready to squirm and get away however he can, Darrek compensates.
“Hey! Shh. Gabe, open your eyes. Gabriel,” Darrek fills his voice with as much stern authority as he can. He stops moving, but doesn’t pull out or roll off of Gabriel. Instead he holds him down, keeping him in place and waiting for the moment to pass. “You’re fine. Hey!”
Much of the color is gone from his face as Gabriel makes himself open his eyes, which had squeezed shut. He stares blankly at the room, breathing with heaving, violent rips and tears. Covered in a cold sweat, the instinct to fight and escape lingers. Whenever he gives into it, Darrek holds him to the bed, pushing back on the imaginary demons. He’s not trying to be cruel, but only to force Gabriel to confront reality.
Everything warm turns cold. Everything soft is hard. Next the self-recrimination will come, so Darrek moves before it can arrive. He withdraws and rolls them. Positioning Gabriel on top so that he straddles Darrek’s hips, newfound confidence blooms behind Gabriel’s tortured stare.
“Better?” Darrek asks, groaning as Gabriel steadies Darrek’s cock and lowers himself onto it.
“Yeah, much,” Gabriel nods.
“If you want to stop….”
“Shut up, okay?”