Jake started panting and then cried out as he came. Gabe pulled his arm tighter around Jake’s body as he held him through his climax, making sure he didn’t fall.
“Wow,” Jake said quietly. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving like bellows beneath Gabe’s arm.
“I thought you could use it.” Gabe moved his other arm so he had both of them around Jake’s torso, hugging him like that.
“Thanks.” Jake sounded a little stunned, Gabe noted smugly. Jake put both his arms over Gabe’s, giving him a kind of hug in return. “You’re really good at that.”
“Well, I am an artist,” Gabe said, then grinned at his own joke. He wanted to do something about his own hard-on pushing uncomfortably against his jeans, but he was really enjoying holding Jake like this, even more that Jake let him.
“My stomach’s getting sticky,” Jake said.