have to get out of here.
Panicked, Gabriel got up and tried to take the bag away. Wait! Why, Tristan? You
promised. You said you wouldn t leave me. Old fears flared their ugly head. Years upon
years of life without his Tristan only emails, and phone calls and letters. Years of stilted
conversation where he might as well have been talking to a stranger for all the information
they d shared. The fear of never seeing Tristan again, never touching him again had driven
Gabriel to self-medicate with meaningless relationships and drugs.
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Tristan paused. Wet trails of tears ran down both cheeks. He stared at Gabriel, his heart
in his eyes. Because& because I m not sorry. N-not like I should be, Gabriel. I m not sorry
you kissed me or that I liked it. I want& I want& well, it doesn t matter what I want. It s sick.
I m sick. I
You said& Gabriel tugged the bag from his twin s grasp and tossed it on Tristan s
bed. He reached up and cradled Tristan s jaw in both hands. Closing the gap between them,
Gabriel let out a ragged breath and leant forward until their foreheads touched. You said
you wouldn t leave me, Tris. You promised.
The agonised whimper that tore from Tristan s throat drove a hot shard of need deep
into Gabriel s core. With a hungry sound of his own, Gabriel damned them both for the
second time in two days.
Tristan hadn t gone back on his word. He wasn t going to abandon Gabriel. He just
needed some time and space to sort out his feelings, to leash his desires and slow down the
whirlwind of thoughts circulating around and around in his head. Tristan had pretended to
be asleep, but he hadn t caught a wink since he lay down. How could he, with the memory of
Gabriel s kiss still warring with guilt and shame inside his head?
Tristan had only thought to leave for a little while, to compose himself and get his head
on straight again, but he had never counted on Gabriel s unwillingness to let him go. Or that
the moment Gabriel touched him and looked into his eyes, his world would crumble. You
said you wouldn t leave me. The words hummed inside his head, breaking and reshaping his
resolve to do right by Gabriel. There was no resisting the magnetic pull that drew him to his
twin. No denying the hungry yearning dwelling within him. Tristan gave in with one
agonised sound, and Gabriel echoed his need.
The kiss that followed lacked the civility of their first. Carnal hunger consumed them in
greedy flames, clashing lips, tongues and teeth. Long fingers threaded through Tristan s hair,
grasping until it almost hurt. His scalp tingled pleasantly as Gabriel angled his head, taking
the kiss deeper.
Tristan hummed around the tongue in his mouth, tangling with his own. He suckled it
greedily, always releasing, always coming back for more. His lungs burned from lack of air,
but Tristan ignored it until he couldn t anymore.
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Breaking from the kiss to inhale deeply allowed Gabriel s hot mouth to trail over
Tristan s cheek and down his jaw line. Gabriel sucked at the pulse in Tristan s throat until he
shivered. His brother nipped his skin, licking a slow line to his collarbone.
Impatient hands bunched up Tristan s T-shirt, urging it over his head. He helped pull it
off then did some exploring of his own, running his fingers over the smooth, firm planes of
Gabriel s chest. He found Gabriel s nipple and massaged it with his thumb. His twin
groaned, pushing into his hand.
Gabriel tugged, urging Tristan towards his bed. When his twin fell, Tristan went with
him. He reached out and pushed his duffle on the floor. Gabriel nipped his earlobe, drawing
a groan from Tristan as he teased a patch of sensitive skin just behind his ear.
I love you, Tris. His brother s breath tickled over his neck.
Gabriel rolled them until he was on top. Tristan didn t mind, finding it easy to allow the
more aggressive twin to lead. Gabriel s heated words rolled through him in warm
comforting waves. He opened his mouth to say them back but moaned instead as Gabriel
sucked his bottom lip, rimming the sensitive inner tissue with the tip of his tongue.
Gabe, he moaned.
I m here, baby, Gabriel promised. His hands slid over Tristan s chest, setting off
fireworks as his fingers skimmed over the surprisingly sensitive disks of Tristan s nipples.
Gabriel chuckled wickedly at Tristan s indrawn breath. Sensitive here, Tris?
Tristan arched as hot lips and a stabbing tongue closed over his nipple, tormenting the
sensitive bit of flesh with strong suction and liquid heat. His hands flew up, sifting through
Gabriel s hair, cradling his head as his twin tormented first one then the other nipple.
Humming happily in his throat, Gabriel kissed a path between the delineated lines of
Tristan s abs. He paused ever so briefly to swirl his tongue in Tristan s navel then nudged the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]