Everyone had gathered at Sharon's again. After Oz and Alice went to bed, Gilbert really didn't want to hang out with Oscar, Sharon, and especially Break. It was bad enough that he was given the same room he had a couple of nights ago when they stayed over. So after all of 10 minutes, Gil decided to go to bed. He got up sparing a glance at the table, specifically at Break, but discreetly. Gilbert never noticed that Break had seen him.
Gilbert stood by the opened window with his cigarette in hand thinking about what had happened last time he was in this room-with Break. All Gil could do was blame the wine and his deep rooted feelings for Oz that made him overwhelmingly vulnerable. So what was Break's excuse-wine? Gil was still shocked at himself for having accepted Break's touching him there. He had never thought of a man that way, well, except Oz. Of course he never really thought of a woman that way either. His life was run by his emotions and those emotions were attached to one person-Oz.
As Gil savored his cigarette taking long slow drags and exhaling even slower, he had to admit that the other night had felt very good. Break had taken over the work allowing Gil to drown in his fantasies and just let go. Being close to Break's warm body, being held and comforted when he desperately needed it felt so damn good. Wait…What was he thinking? This was Break, the same man who had no qualms about stating the fact that he is selfish and he uses others just as they use him in return. You always had to question Break's motives. Gil was torn between hiiiiis constant annoyance with the flamboyant, carefree clown and his gratefulness for Break's being there when he needed someone. But even though they had a moment, Break was not Oz.
Gil snapped out of his thoughts when the cupboard door creaked and the object of his thoughts was standing before him. "Hahahahahaha, you know Gilbert, you should try to quit." "Shut up Break!" Gil snapped back because he knew that Break was well aware of Gilbert's 8 attempts at quiting smoking. Break sauntered over, leaning on the wall total amusement on his face. "What the hell do you want Break?" Gil said irritated. "Ah, as usual, letting your emotions get the better of you, eh?" Gil sighed, he really didn't need this right now. "Frolicking with young master Oz in that little mind of yours, are you?" Break knew that he had to wear Gil down and talking of Oz was the only way.
Break moved behind Gil at that point and reached around, taking the cigarette from him. "You don't really want that now do you?" he paused, "that oral fixation of yours is really for Oz." Gil grasped the window jam and his rigid stance faultered some. Break swung him around and forced him against the wall. "You want your hands in that blonde hair while he lowers himself in front of you." As Break spoke, he knelt down, unfastened Gil's pants, dropping them to the floor. "B-Break," Gil started to protest but Break was quicker so he grasped Gil's hardening erection and began to slowly pump him. "You are certainly too big for Oz so he can't take all of you in his mouth." Then Break started sucking gently on Gil's throbbing muscle. Gil's palms were pressed flat against the wall and he started digging his fingernails into the wood, clawing. Break sucked, deeply taking all of Gil that he could into his wet warm mouth. Gil groaned, "Oh God."
But Break couldn't continue what he was doing or Gil would snap out of his fantasy so he stopped, stood up, and pushed Gil down on his knees. "Break…I…" Gil stammered. He couldn't possibly, Gil thought. This was Break, not Oz and Gil had never done it before. "Gilbert," Break said in that tone like he was talking to a child, "you like to kneel before Oz, to have him looking down at you." Break unfastened his pants and dropped them as he spoke. "What does Oz taste like, hmm?" Gil closed his eyes, grabbed Break's hard cock, and took it in his mouth, sucking awkwardly. "Oz needs you Gil, needs you to please him." Gil came unglued and sucked ferociously on Break like some hungry, starved man. Break thought right, those words were perfect. Break couldn't lose control now but oh how he wanted to. He had to keep Gil in the moment so he said, "Oz would moan… ohhh…Giiil." Only Break had really meant that last half and had Gil been paying attention he would have realized it. He arched toward Gil making Gil take him deeper. Even though it was Gil's first time, he was amazing, thought Break. Gil was lost thinking how good Oz would taste. That he started pumping his hard throbbing cock in rhythm with his sucking causing him to groan against Break. Break clung to the threads of his control.
Gil sucked harder and faster, pumped harder and faster until Break heard a muffled whimper. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, Gil thought to himself just before feeling the pulsing liquid squirt out of him while his body shook. But Break was ready too and pulled out of Gil's mouth just in time because Gil wasn't ready for that yet. It fascinated Gil to see the warm liquid squirt out of him. He knew that feeling all too well but to make Oz feel it too…wait…Break. Gil slowly glanced up seeing the triumphant grin. "Break!" Gil growled as he stood and pulled on his pants. Gil slumped in the chair, exhausted and angry at himself for allowing Break to get inside his head again, though it was sooo fucking nice. Even that feeling of Break filling his mouth to the point of nearly gagging was extremely erotic for him. Break came to stand in front of Gil but Gil didn't look up, he couldn't. He was afraid of that arrogant knowing smile that was sure to be there. So he didn't say anything, he just wrapped his arms around Break's waist and pulled him close, burying his face in the fabric over Break's stomache. The awkward aftermath was better if they said as liitle as possible, it was like their truce time. The tenderness in that red eye was far to visible so Break was glad Gil didn't gaze up. Break wrapped his hands around Gil's head, holding him tightly so, as usual, Gil could let his tears fall.
The following morning, Gil was so emotionally drained and physically exhausted that he couldn't even recall Break leaving his room the night before. How would he face Break today…