The main session was electric that night. Gabriel sat courtside, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up on his strong forearms, watching Patricia absolutely shine as lead soprano in her stunning Mac Duggal dress, hair cascading down in soft waves under the stage lights. She stole glances at him the whole time, eyes only for her man even with thousands watching. But Gabriel’s gaze kept drifting between her and Elias on the keyboards—tailored taupe dress shirt tucked neat into black slim-fit pants that hugged that perky butt perfectly, Christian Louboutin belt with the red inner peeking out, matching dress boots polished sharp. Every few songs Elias would catch his eye, flash that confident little smile, then close his eyes and pour into worship with the band, fingers flying over the keys like pure grace.
Gabriel preached his heart out later, sweat soaking his shirt, voice booming with that charismatic fire, and five hundred souls came forward to get saved. He felt accomplished, drained in the best way, ready to crash hard. Patricia texted him right after: “You should come and hang with us! Music team’s heading to Elias’s bougie penthouse suite for game night.” Gabriel replied quick, “I’m so tired, I need to rest.” He walked the skywalk back to the Guthrie, took the elevator to his floor, stripped down for a long, hot shower that eased every muscle, then sprawled naked in bed scrolling Instagram. Both Elias and Patricia were posting from the hangout—Elias with close-up shots of the games and selfies laughing with the band, Patricia with wide sky views and “friends in high places.” No shots of the two of them together, though. With thirty people in the band alone, chances were they hadn’t even crossed paths yet.
By midnight the hall outside his room filled with chatter and laughter, doors clicking shut, goodnights echoing. Gabriel smiled brushing his teeth, that familiar excitement of being around God’s people warming his chest. His phone buzzed. “Come up.” It was Elias. He rinsed fast, grabbed his key, slipped into old college basketball shorts and a hoodie over his New Balances, and headed up.
The penthouse door opened and there was Elias in those same white-and-blue striped silk pajamas from their very first night—only now he filled them out a little more, broader shoulders, longer legs, that confident maturity making him look even sweeter. “Hey handsome,” Elias said softly, pulling him into a tight hug. Gabriel wrapped his arms around him appreciatively, holding on strong. Elias sighed right in his ear, “I’ve missed you,” and pressed a soft kiss to his neck before taking his hand and leading him to the cozy living room setup. Lights low, electric fireplace humming and crackling warm.
Elias sat on the deep sectional. Gabriel instinctively lay down, head resting heavy in the young man’s lap. Elias stroked his scruffy face, fingers playing gently through the shortly trimmed sideburns and faded hair, those comfortable vibrations sending little tingles across Gabriel’s skin. Gabriel reached up, rubbing slow circles along Elias’s thigh through the silk. “I love you,” he murmured, voice low and honest.
Elias froze for a second, then scooted over so Gabriel could sit up. “I’m sorry. I do.” Elias’s eyes welled up instantly. He pulled Gabriel into a long, tight hug. “Oh my love… I love you too.” They stayed like that for minutes, hearts beating together. Then Elias straddled his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, nuzzling close. Gabriel rubbed his scruffy jaw along that soft neck and cheek, breathing him in. They didn’t make love that night—no penetration, no release—but they spent hours cuddling and spooning, clothes coming off piece by piece until they were both naked under the throw blanket.
Gabriel loved pressing up behind Elias on the sectional, big hairy body curled protectively around that smooth, svelte frame. His thick manhood hardened slow and heavy against the curve of Elias’s bare backside, the fat head already leaking warm precum that coated the boy’s smooth lower back in glossy streaks. Elias arched and backed up into him with a soft whimper, grinding slow and sensual—bare cheeks sliding along that veiny eight-inch length, feeling every ridge and pulse. Gabriel groaned low and reverent, hands roaming, letting his curly chest hair and scruffy face tickle and tease until Elias squirmed, giggled, and playfully pushed him away… only to wrap those long legs around him and pull him right back in. They rubbed and humped like that for hours—slow, lazy thrusts, precum smearing everywhere, bodies hot and slick—enjoying the ache of arousal without chasing the edge, just feeling close, safe, and wanted.
They finally dozed off tangled together, the fireplace still glowing.
Next morning Elias had to rush for practice. He kissed Gabriel deep before heading upstairs, then came back down dressed sharp: Louis Vuitton monogram joggers hugging his legs, matching sneakers, brown sweatshirt, and a brown Lululemon puffer coat. “Practice is across the street this morning,” he said, stealing one more kiss. “Stay all day if you want, my love.” He waved with a wink from the elevator.
Gabriel pulled the throw blanket around his naked body and dozed off again on the couch, one leg kicked out, hairy chest and abs on full display, hands loosely covering his heavy crotch.
Elias had a fun, energetic practice—the whole band still giddy about the previous night’s hangout. Afterward a few singers invited him to the lobby coffee shop. “I’m Patricia,” she said with a warm, stylish hug, cute as ever in her casual conference look. “Mmm, Sauvage. Great taste.” She smiled and pulled back. Elias looked a little confused but nodded politely. “Oh! Yes, thanks.” He didn’t own any Sauvage himself… but he remembered exactly who did. The coffee date wrapped quick and friendly; Elias Uber Black’d back to the Guthrie.
When the elevator opened to the penthouse, Gabriel was still sprawled on the couch exactly where he’d left him—naked under the blanket that had slipped low, thick hairy chest rising and falling, one muscular leg exposed, hands resting over his soft but heavy manhood. Elias giggled softly, locked the door, and stripped right there in the living room. He crawled under the blanket, pressing his smooth, warm body against Gabriel’s.
Gabriel woke with a low, contented rumble, arms and legs wrapping around Elias instantly—big hands sliding down that bare back to cup those perky cheeks, pulling him flush. His dick hardened fast and thick against Elias’s lower back, the fat head already pushing out fresh precum. “Mmm… he wants to spread more seed, my love,” Elias teased with a giggle, arching his back and humping back against that hot, throbbing length.
Gabriel’s voice came out deep, dominant, and full of that guiding preacher sweetness as he rolled them so Elias was on his back beneath him on the wide sectional. “Yes, my brother… let me provide for you again,” he murmured, spreading those long legs wide and guiding his slick, veiny manhood right to that tight, familiar entrance. “Feel how your vessel welcomes me… this is the sacred place we share alone.” He pushed in slow and deep, watching Elias’s face the whole time—lips parting, eyes fluttering in that sweet submissive bliss—until he was buried to the hilt, heavy balls pressed warm against smooth skin.
They made love right there in the morning light, missionary and passionate, Gabriel’s hips rolling in that steady, providing rhythm while he kept eye contact. “Breathe with me… receive every inch of my manhood as I fill you,” he coached reverently, hairy chest brushing Elias’s smooth one. When the peak built he softened his thrusts, resting fully inside. “Here it comes, Elias… feel my manhood now,” he groaned deep and verbal, voice thick with satisfaction. “It jolts… it flexes strong… pulses of my seed flowing into your vessel… warm and full… I am giving it all to you.” His thick length throbbed powerfully with each spurt, grunting low and reverent as he held still so Elias could feel every single flex and jet deep inside.
They stayed joined after, emotional and close, Gabriel stroking Elias’s wavy hair. “You are my safe place… my only,” he whispered protectively. But desire rose again quick. They made love a second time, slower and even more sensual, Gabriel guiding every movement until he buried deep once more and let Elias feel the second powerful release—“My seed rises again… feel the flex… the strong jolts filling you completely”—talking him through every throb until they were both spent, sweaty, and perfectly tangled.
Gabriel pulled the blanket over them both, holding his boy close, that alpha BDE wrapped around Elias like a promise. “Rest now, my love… the Lord has blessed us with this time together. No one else knows. It’s ours.”
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