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He could still hear the multiple sets of footsteps behind him. 32 years. 32 fucking years spent kissing asses and killing people who disturbed said asses. 32 years of never being able to get too close to someone. 32 years of service and obedience and never asking questions. Burnt to the ground. All because one rat couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
Gabriel had spent many years carefully building walls around himself. Making absolutely sure no one could know everything about him. Whether it cost some extra money, or some spilled blood. He knew never to trust anyone in his line of work, but after so many years of being loyal to his boss, he thought being gay would be the least of his problems. At least he wasn’t a spy, or a fed.
Gabriel clutched his upper arm tighter to his body. The rain was making his blood more slick, sliding down his arm and dripping to the dirty sidewalk. Only to be washed away in the heavy rain. He tried to suck it up. Be a man. But every third step his wound would throb, making him suck in the chilly air through his clenched teeth.
He turned an alley corner and hid behind a dumpster as he listened to his pursuers’ grow farther away. He shouldn’t have hid behind some garbage bin like a coward. He should have turned around and fought them. Even if he was outmanned and outgunned. Even if he died. But he couldn’t die yet. Not without seeing him.
Poking his head out from behind the dumpster, Gabriel checked that no one else was chasing him. Seeing that the coast was clear, he headed to his favorite grill bar.
Gabriel walked into the bar with the same cadence of someone who wasn’t profusely bleeding from their left arm. There weren’t many people in the diner, with most of them being either in the further parts of the bar, or sitting in front of the bar.
He nonchalantly approached the bar and spotted the bartender. The man behind the bar was young, hired about a few months ago. He was a small man with a round, smooth face, and his short, blonde, curly locks neatly pushed into a small ponytail behind his head. Totally opposite from the man Gabriel was looking for.
Gabriel leaned his right arm onto the wooden countertop, concealing the wounded arm. Luckily he wore a thick denim jacket, so the blood hadn’t fully soaked through the sleeve. He wiped the sweat and wet black hair off of his forehead and face. “What’s goin’ on kid, you seen Oscar around?” Gabriel said with a smug look. “For the last time, my name is Stewart. Stew. wart. Not ‘kid’” Stewart said without looking up from the glass he was cleaning, trying hard to polish it with his cloth. “Oscar left hours ago. If you want, I could have George in the back make you a calzone though.” Stewart said as he looked up at Gabriel, still polishing the glass.
Gabriel shook his head. “Nah, maybe next time. What do you mean Oscar’s left hours ago?'' That didn’t sound right. Stewart squinted at him and finally stopped polishing the oven-cleaned glass, “It’s almost 2:00 am, you of all people should know his shifts’ over at 12:00.” He looked at Gabriel, really studying him this time. “You look a mess.. Are you okay?” Gabriel averted his eyes, furrowing his thick eyebrows and wiping another wave of sweat from his face, “It’s fine. He’s not here. Got it.” He turned and walked out, heading to Oscar’s apartment next.
Frank’s Bar & Grill used to be Gabriel’s favorite spot. One of his goons talked about how good the calzones were, so Gabriel took his most trusted competent soldiers to eat and see what all the fuss was about. That’s where he met Oscar, the grill. He was a tall guy, about half a head taller than Gabriel, with thick arms and strong shoulders. If it was anyone but Oscar, Gabriel would be more inclined to see them as a threat. His face was pale and heavily freckled and his eyes were a beautiful shade of green. He had nice straight, orange hair, and an even greater smile. The kind of smile that made his eyes squint and his nose scrunch.
Gabriel kept coming back after that. More for Oscar than the calzones, those were more of a bonus. He was like a schoolgirl experiencing his first crush. They both talked the more Gabriel came, getting to know each other. Then they became friends, or as close to friends as Gabriel could allow. He knew where Oscar lived from having to walk or drive him home after having one too many to drink from the diner’s bar after closing.
The rain was heavier now. Although Gabriel was now in Oscar’s apartment, sheltered from the storm, he could still hear the heavy rain scattered onto the walls of the building outside. Gabriel looked at Oscar’s unit door, his vision starting to go blurry, his arm in a state of muted pain. Should he even knock? Would Oscar even answer? He’ll just bleed all over Oscar’s carpet till he inevitably gets asked to leave. Oscar could never kick him out. He’s too good for that.
Gabriel knocked anyways. He didn’t care if Oscar made him leave. He didn’t care if Oscar only talked to him through the door. Too embarrassed and humiliated to learn he’s been hanging out with a man like Gabriel. He just wanted to see him, or even just hear him.
The door opened slowly, letting some of the lighting from the apartment's hallway spill into the dark of Oscar’s unit. Oscar stood behind the half-open door, with only his loose pajama pants and blue house slippers on, rubbing his still tired eyes. “Ah.. who is it?” he drawled blearily. “I’m glad.. You’re here..” Gabriel slurred his words, his body becoming increasingly heavy. “Gabriel?” Oscar sounded more awake now. Gabriel’s body tipped forward as he lost his balance. Oscar catches him against his densely freckled chest, noticing the heavy amount of blood soaking through Gabriel’s jacket sleeve, staining his pants, and smearing onto Oscar. “Gabriel?!” Oscar squeaks, his voice cracking and sounding frantic.
Before he can think, he’s pulling Gabriel into his unit by the torso and closing the door. He maneuvered Gabriel onto his bed and began pacing back in forth, “Oh fuck! I-I gotta call someone!!” as Oscar goes to grab the landline, Gabriel weakly catches him by the pant leg. “D..Don..get the feds.” he mumbles. “What?! But this- you’re bleeding so much! I have to get-” “I know you know why” Gabriel says, much clearer than before. Oscar stops and looks at Gabriel, a desperate look in his eyes. “I know you know what I do for a living. I.. I don’t want to be taken away from you yet.”
Oscar bit his bottom lip and looked around his unit. “Give me a moment.” he says quickly and runs toward his bathroom. Gabriel listens to Oscar rummage through his cabinets and frantically speed walk back to him. “Here, sit up at least.” Oscar retrieves more pillows from his bed to put under Gabriel. “I’ll patch you up but it won’t be much..” Oscar says in an unsure voice. “You’ll need to take your shirts off though” Oscar says while sorting his pile of gauze, tape, towels, and scissors. If Gabriel was a few shades lighter, he would be as red as a tomato.
“Whatever you say bossman” Gabriel says back, much more lucid than before. He propped himself up, sitting straighter and causing Oscar’s springy mattress to shift slightly. Gabriel grunted as he began stripping off his layers of jackets and shirts, exposing his thick torso to the warm room. Once he was left only in his soggy jeans, Oscar doused a rag with vodka and started cleaning Gabriel’s wound, making Gabriel breathe through his teeth, letting out a surprised hiss. “Sorry, it’s the only form of alcohol I have right now.” Oscar apologized quietly, still intently focused on cleaning the bullet wound.
They both sat in silence for a while. Oscar being too focused to notice, and Gabriel looks around Oscar’s small unit. The floor was stripped with two shades of brown, adding to the burly wood-painted walls and the dim lighting, making the place feel warm and safe. There was a thick, brown, cubicle T.V. rested on an oak dresser. Oscar’s apartment only had two rooms, three if he counted the small open area kitchen that led into his bedroom. The bathroom was a separate room with its own door next to Oscar’s bed. Gabriel could see the blue-tinted lighting from the partially open door.
As he felt the bandage being tightened, Gabriel turned to look at Oscar, meeting his worried gaze. “Can you at least tell me what happened? Who did this to you?” Gabriel looked down, somewhat shy, and swiped the bottle of alcohol from the floor to take a swig. “I have to leave town. The people at the top know about me.” Gabriel said vaguely, once again looking away from the man and wiping his mouth with his palm. “Know what about you? Are you like an undercover cop or something?” Oscar said, voice growing slightly louder, sounding more frustrated. Why was he still trying to be vague? Why was Gabriel still hiding ? Gabriel quickly turned his head to Oscar, looking annoyed. It wasn’t directed to Oscar. More annoyed and at himself than anything. Fuck it. “I’m gay Oscar!” he growled, his voice louder, more of a shout than anything. “That’s what everybody knows about me! That I’m a raging fag that works for the mafia!”
Oscar looked up at the man, somewhat startled by the sudden yelling. He looked at the bottle in Gabriel’s fist and snatched it from him, taking a bigger swig, and grabbed Gabriel by the back of the head, crashing their lips together. The kiss was harsh and breathy, with more teeth than tongue. Gabriel suddenly pulled back, breaking the kiss, his eyes wide yet not afraid. Oscar, feeling Gabriel retract, opened his green eyes to meet Gabriel’s brown ones. “I’ve been wanting to do that.” Oscar says, gently moving his hands from the back of Gabriel’s neck to perch on his strong shoulders.
Gabriel’s face felt hot. Either he would pass out or his face was gonna melt off. His lips still tingled from the biting. He felt breathless, sucking in deep breaths of air and letting out small hah s and huh s.
He put his hands on the sides of Oscar’s neck, tenderly rubbing his thumbs along his jawline. Gabriel slowly guided the other man’s head back to his. Oscar leaned in with Gabriel’s hands still on him, pulling the other by the shoulders to bring him back to their kiss. Their lips met again, slower than last time, more tender, more intimate .
They took their time, hands exploring each others’ bodies. Gabriel’s hands intertwined with Oscar’s hair, gently pulling his orange hair, not hard enough to pull any strands out but firm enough for Oscar to feel in his scalp. The sensation sending a pulse to his hardening cock, making him groan into Gabriel’s open mouth. Oscar, in turn, digs his short nails into the rolls on Gabriel’s hips, leaving crescent-shaped indents into his skin.
Oscar leaned more into Gabriel, pressing their half-naked bodies flush against each other. Their bodies were both warm and slightly sticky, from the sweat and rainwater that stuck to each others’ skin. The warm room wasn’t helping either, making it feel muggy. Gabriel’s back hit the mattress softly, he didn’t notice when he’d started leaning back too. They pulled their mouths off of each other, a trail of spit connecting them to each other. “Hah.. holy shit.” Gabriel huffed between heated breaths.
Oscar rose a bit, his hands holding him up and caging the sides of Gabriel’s head on the mattress. “What is it?” he said, his voice rumbling on the ‘ wha ’ sound. Gabriel put his previously spread arms on his chest, one arm over the other. He turned his head to the side, his left arm throbbing once again, but not as painful this time, “Didn’t think it would turn out like this.” he mumbled, the words spoken more like a thought to himself than to Oscar.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Oscar questioned, smiling and tilting his head to the side a little. “No, no it’s good.. I just wasn’t expecting you to feel the same.” Gabriel admitted shyly. Feeling small although he was by no means a small man, 5’8 and at least 200 pounds. Though he didn’t feel as pathetic or humiliated as he expected to feel.
His legs were spread around Oscar’s waist. when did he do that? He could see where his and Oscar’s clothed groins were touching each other. He could feel Oscar's erection touching his stomach. He wanted it so bad it was downright sinful . Gabriel turned his eyes back to Oscar while keeping his head turned to the side “ mmhf .. did you want to take this any further?” he asked, with a nervous tint to his voice, still afraid of the possibility of Oscar coming to his senses and making him leave.
Oscar leaned down onto Gabriel again, moving his head to sit in the crook of his neck and languidly rubbing his hand on Gabriel’s side. “Only if you want to..” he said with a hushed voice, turning his head to place a kiss under Gabriel’s ear, making the shorter man shudder. “I do.” his words were almost rushed, his voice was low with a slight tremble. He needed Oscar. His smell, his tongue, his fingers, his cock , he wanted all of him.
Gabriel could feel Oscar’s pinkie slide past the rim of his jeans, then his whole hand, slowly starting to pull down the fabric constraining his hard-on. He watched as Oscar shuffled down the bed, taking Gabriel’s jeans with him. Once Gabriel’s lower half was bare, leaving him fully naked in the warm room, Oscar crawled back to his spot between Gabriel’s legs.
Looking down at him with a heated gaze, Oscar leaned back down, their faces now so close their noses almost touched. He put his hand on Gabriel’s cheek, caressing his lips with his thumb. He gently stuck his thumb into Gabriel’s mouth. Gabriel parted his teeth welcoming the foreign part into his mouth, feeling Oscar’s thumb stroke his tongue and sucking. As Gabriel’s eyes opened he was met with Oscar watching him, his other thumb hooked into his pajama pants and pulling them down. Revealing that, oh , he wasn’t wearing any underwear this whole time. Just then, he felt Oscar’s thumb leave his mouth. Before he could miss the sensation, two more fingers enter his mouth and he sucks them again, this time with more tongue. And when those fingers exit his mouth, Oscar leans back down to replace them with his lips.
Groaning into Oscar’s mouth once again, Gabriel moves his uninjured arm to drape across Oscar’s back. He is suddenly aware of a wet feeling circling his ass, then slowly sliding in. Gabriel throws his head back, breaking the kiss to release a long rumbly moan as Oscar’s fingers slip on relatively easily.
Oscar moves to Gabriel’s unwounded side to watch his face as he slowly works his fingers in and out of his ass. Listening to Gabriel’s voice raised to a slightly higher pitch when he curls his fingers to hit the right spot. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest stutter a bit while he shifts his hips to get more. He can hear the squelching sounds of Gabriel’s spit as he spreads the man open.
“ Hah.. fuck- don- don’t play around..” Gabriel pants, feeling lightheaded either from the blood loss or from the rest of his remaining blood going to his dick. After giving Gabriel a rather chaste kiss on the cheek, Oscar rises, still fingering Gabriel. He takes his fingers out of the man and spits into his hand, immediately lubing his cock.
“Ughhh gross man!” Gabriel says, mildly disgusted by the other man’s action, rubbing his eyes with his right hand. “Sorry, I don’t really have any lotion.” Oscar half-giggles, amused. The spitting doesn’t really deter him like he acts it does, it actually turns him on even more.
Gabriel spread his legs wider as Oscar lined his cock to his hole and pushed in. Oscar let out a groan, pushing his hips so his cock was about halfway in. He grabbed one of Gabriel’s spread legs by the thigh, then snapped his hips so he was buried deep into Gabriel’s ass. “ Holy- oh fuck! ” Gabriel’s body jerked, he rested his right arm over his eyes. “Was that too much?” Oscar worried loosening his grip on Gabriel’s thigh.
“No! No please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Gabriel pleaded frantically. He didn’t want this moment to end yet. Oscar intertwined his and Gabriel’s fingers together and renewed his grip on the man’s thigh. Grinding his hips into Gabriel’s ass. Starting slow but worked his way to a firm steady pace that practically bounced Gabriel's every thrust inwards. Punching the sounds from his lungs in whines and moans.
Gabriel was seeing stars . His left hand weakly clenched on his chest. “ Ah- hah- oh- shit- ” Oscar unattached his hand from Gabriel, licking his hand and wrapping it around his dick, pumping it in time with his thrusts.
Gabriel’s arms suddenly shot up, grabbing Oscar’s back and pulling him down back to the crook of his neck. He bit his bottom lip and let out a weaker, drawn-out, moan. Cumming onto Oscar’s fist and his own stomach. His fluids hot and sticky between them.
Oscar’s thrusts slowed. Pulling himself out of Gabriel and rapidly stroking his own cock, turning his head to give breathy kisses to Gabriel’s neck. “ Mmhff … god you’re so hot..” he mumbled, finishing on Gabriel’s stomach as well and flopping his lower half onto the bed with Gabriel.
They both laid there. Sweaty and sticky and breathless. Oscar turned to Gabriel, pure affection in his eyes. He turned his head to study his popcorn-patterned ceiling. He didn’t want this night to end, he was never going to see Gabriel again after this. “Take me with you.” he didn’t mean to break the silence, adding a forgotten tension to the muggy room. Gabriel was on the run. A hunted man. It was too dangerous to go with him.
“You know I can’t take you with me. What about Fran’s? What about Stewart?” Gabriel said, still lying down. Stewart was like a younger brother to Oscar. Barely an adult and stranded in Chicago. Gabriel knew about it too. It was low bringing him up.
Oscar rose to sit up, frustrated and desperate. “I’m a grown-ass man,” he said, more emotion seeping into his voice, “I can take care of myself. Hell, I can have Stewart come with me! I can protect us god dammit!” his voice wavered, his sight turning misty. Why was he acting like this? He felt selfish for wanting Gabriel to stay. Oscar lifted himself from the mattress, walking to his bathroom and closing the door behind him.
He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. What was he doing? He was a grill cook and Gabriel was a fucking gun-slingin’ mafioso. What did he think he could do?
A knock on his bathroom door pulled him out of his thoughts.
“I’ll leave tomorrow so we could still spend a night together.. if you’d still have me..” Gabriel’s muffled voice paused from behind the door, “I just want you to be safe.”
Oscar wiped his face with his hand. Running a rag under the flow of hot water and wiping himself off. He exited the bathroom, tossing the wet rag over to Gabriel. “You gotta clean yourself up if you’re sleepin’ with me.” he said getting back onto the mattress and pulling the blanket over his legs. “I already slept with you.” Gabriel comments, smirking slightly while wiping the dried fluids from his body. He turned to see Oscar watching him, a tired look in his eyes.
Gabriel scooted closer to Oscar, leaning against him. They gave each other one more kiss before Gabriel flicked off the lamp light, bringing the room to darkness. As he grew more tired, feeling the comfortable weight of Oscar's arm draped across his chest and moving his injured arm to a more secure position, they both fell asleep.
Oscar woke to a soft flick to his forehead, slowly opening his eyes to a brighter room and a fully clothed Gabriel. “Get dressed and call Stewart on the landline. Tell him to pack his stuff. The buses leave in a few hours.” Oscar's head quickly popped up from the pillow. Wait. This meant- “Ah! Okay!” Oscar replied.