Chapter 6 - Gabe

Nate and I were actually having a great time. We weren't talking about anything really important but for the first time in years, he actually looked relaxed around me. 

Then Millie pulled me away for an issue she was having with an overzealous supplier. I almost growled at her for taking me away. Instead, I smirked, teasing her about how there was finally someone she couldn't win over. 

When I finally made it back to him I noticed a young blonde sitting in my seat. I wasn't angry or jealous, I knew she didn't stand a chance. 

I was contemplating rescuing him, or her. Him from the annoyance of having her hit on him and her from the scolding or ice-cold shower she was most likely being hit with. His temper could be something to see especially when it was directed at someone else. 

As I was about to interrupt I overheard her asking if we were friends and if I had a girlfriend. I groaned. I hated girls like that, she was so fake and self-absorbed. She'd only approached Nate to ask about me, that could be a low blow if the guy was into girls. 

This bimbo was begging him. Again, I moved to interrupt but his words stopped me.

"No, he doesn't have a girlfriend," he started and paused.

My heart was beating loudly and my lungs weren't working. Was he about to help this blonde bimbo bag me? There was no doubt in my mind he heard what I'd said to Christie.

"He has a boyfriend."

I almost choked on my own spit. Of all the things I expected him to say, that hadn't even entered the atmosphere. From my position, I could tell she was just as surprised as I had been. Her eyes slowly went wide like a cartoon mouse.

"Yeah, he has a boyfriend and they've been together for a long time now." 

If I didn't know any better I would have thought that Nate sounded jealous right now. She seemed to recover herself as she nervously laughed at him. 

"You're funny," she teased. "Who is this boyfriend then?" 

I rolled my eyes at that quotation mark action and decided it was time to join them. A small part of me wanted to see who he would conjure up as my 'boyfriend'. Would he describe some hot, sexy guy or say it was him? I wasn't crazy enough to believe he would describe himself. However, to me, the hot, sexy guy was him.

I moved up behind him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders placing both hands on his chest. I'd planned to do just that but the temptation to kiss his neck was too great and this would probably be my only chance. 

"Hey babe, sorry I took so long. Who's your new friend?" I asked, smirking at her. 

He jumped as I kissed his neck. The action made me chuckle as a fresh wave of desire filled my cock. Thankfully the back of the stool hid my reaction from him.

"You were serious?" she, eventually, stammered out. 

Keeping one arm around him I held out the other towards her. 

"Hi, I'm Gabe, I see you've already met my boyfriend Nate and you are?" 

"Bianca," she said quietly, taking my hand. "Are you two really together?" 

A huge smile flitted across my face. Oh, how I wish what I was about to say next was true or at the very least could be true one day. However, I knew that was a pipe dream. 

"Yeah of course we are. Why? Are you trying to hit on my boyfriend? I agree, he's cute but he's all mine and I get very jealous," I chuckled. 

I could see she was a bit dubious about it. I figured I should go hard or go home since I wouldn't get another opportunity like this again. So, I turned his face to mine and pressed my lips against his. 

For years, I'd wondered and dreamed about what his lips would feel like. Woken up many times with a very hard problem because of it. However, my dreams paled in comparison.

I was sure I heard a little whimpering sound coming out of him when I pulled back but I might have imagined it.

Bianca pouted and did what all slutty bimbos do when they weren't getting what they wanted. She pushed out her full breasts. Even in college, I hated it when girls did that. Did they truly believe their big boobs could make a man do whatever they wanted? 

To be fair to her, for most men that would probably be true but not for me. That had always been a turn-off, though it hadn't stopped me from having sex with them. Stupid! I know!

"Oh I wasn't hitting on him, he is cute but not my type. You, on the other hand, are. Have you been with a woman before? Maybe you haven't found the right one to tempt you back to the light side."

Nate stiffened just as I did, both equally annoyed. 

"Bianca, was it?" I asked cooly. "Are you insinuating that being in a gay relationship is akin to the dark side?"

She practically fell over herself once she realised how, what she had said, sounded.

"No...No I…" she stammered.

Though I didn't want to, I released Nate and moved around him invading her personal space. I wanted her gone and I wanted it now.

"If you don't mind, my boyfriend and I were on a date," I growled as she moved out of my seat quickly. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't …" I hoped she would leave but she stuck around like a parasite.

I hoped turning my back to her would give her the hint she needed to fuck off. However, the dumb bitch was living up to her stereotype. Nate looked horrified so I gave him a little wink and my heart leapt at the faint blush I could see despite the dim lighting.

"I really am sorry, I didn't mean it that way. It was just a joke," she moved from behind me and actually gripped my arm. "Let me apologise by buying you a drink." 

Was this blonde for real? She's just been told I'm taken, I'm with my boyfriend and she's still trying it on. This bitch was getting on my nerves. Deciding I needed to do something to make her leave and feel his lips again. 

"Well, since I own the bar I don't need you to buy me anything. Plus, why would I get a drink from a random woman, who makes jokes about gay relationships, when my boyfriend could get me one? Also, I'd rather have this."

I moved my arm out of her reach and cupped the back of his neck. Nate's eyes widened and I could both hear and feel his gasp as our lips connected.

His gasp allowed my tongue to slide effortlessly in and I gave a small moan at the taste. He tasted better than I could have imagined.

Nate's slim mouth moved tentatively with mine and I forgot where we were. It wasn't until I heard a grunt of disgust that I remembered we were in a public place. Reluctantly I pulled back to glare at Bianca. The bitch still hadn't left. 

"Let me tell you this, Bianca. Yes, I have dated women before and you are all the same. Bitches like you, who don't even care if someone is taken, are the reason I stopped dating women in the first place."

I stood and towered over her, trying not to smirk at the look of shock and anger on her face. 

"You've seen me with someone, yet you wait until that someone is alone then you come over. Then you're told I'm taken and what do you do?" I asked her, folding my arms over my chest. 

"Well … I …" she stammered.

"You insult, flirt and touch me in front of my boyfriend as if you have the right to. Do you think I'm waiting, as you said earlier, for a woman to save me?"

Her face was bright red now. 

"Women like you need a reality check and fast. Just because you push your breasts out or flip your hair, doesn't mean that I'm going to be tempted away from someone I love," I growled then froze once I realised what I'd said. 

Thankfully, she had the brains to leave. However, I didn't turn back to Nate straight away. I needed a moment to compose myself. 

After what felt like hours, but in reality, was only a few seconds, I finally turned to face him. Nate's eyes were glued to his bottle, his thumb picking at the label.

"Nate?" I asked as I sat back down. 

"I'm sorry," he mumbled before taking a huge drink. 

"Sorry for what? She's the one that should be sorry, not you," I said in a rush. 

He stared up at me with a look that almost killed me. There was pain, humiliation and disgust and I had no idea what was causing any of them.

"Nate?" I asked again. 

"I'm sorry for saying you were dating a guy," he started his voice holding a lot of pain. "I never intended to say the guy was me. I mean it's ridiculous, that a guy like you would even consider a nerd like me."

I wanted to stop him, tell him that he was perfect. However, he wasn't done and he wouldn't let me interrupt. 

"She came over and got on my nerves. I don't know why I said you were with someone. I should have just said yes you were single. She's just your type, isn't she?"

Was he serious? Did he think he wasn't good enough for me?

"Nate, that's not …" I started but he interrupted me.

"Anyway, I'm sorry I should've said you were dating a woman," he sighed. 

I gripped his hand and he jerked his eyes at me. Deciding it was too noisy and crowded I pulled him off the stools and back up to my office. 

"Gabe?" he asked me as I shut the door behind us. 

He looked a little like a frightened deer so I tried to calm myself down. The last thing either of us needed was for me to flip out and scare him.

"Nate, I don't care that you said I was dating a guy. What I'm annoyed at is that you don't think you're good enough for me," I told him as I advanced on him. 

He backed up further into my office until his legs hit my desk. With wide eyes, he realised he had nowhere to run. I stopped just a foot away from him and leaned forward placing both my hands beside him on my desk. I moved my face an inch away from his. 

His hot breath ghosted over my skin and I shuddered at the sensation. 

"I know you must have heard what I said to Christie earlier. It wasn't something I just said to get her to give up on me. I meant every word. I've wanted you since college but you've always hated me."

I could see his blush rising but couldn't stop now. 

"When you're reading, you look so damn sexy, I can't help but think naughty thoughts. Even when you are glaring at me or mad. I've had to stop myself from going hard because you can do that to me so easily. I've dreamt about bending you over right here in my office and pounding into you so hard that you scream my name when you cum."

My hand came up to touch his cheek, it felt so soft and hot under my touch. Gently, I stroked my hand down his neck and his chest until I was hovering over his belt. My fingertips grazed over his bulge. My eyes followed my hand's path until his hand stopped mine and my eyes flew back to his. 

Nate pushed me back and, reluctantly, I allowed him to. It was probably for the best. My mind was getting foggy at his touch and thoughts of making hot, passionate love to him were already driving me to distraction.

"Gabe," he started slowly. "You don't have to continue with this, she can't hear you."

I grabbed his neck and yanked him to me. Before he could stop me, I crashed my lips to his and pulled his body flush against mine. I wanted him to feel all of my body's reactions to him. My erection was still raging from earlier with no signs of going down. My heart was racing and my body was on fire.

"Still think I'm just playing around?" I asked him, rubbing my hips against his.

His erection rubbed against mine and I moaned. Nate's eyes widened and I kissed him again, moaning into his mouth. Slowly, Nate started to kiss me back and his hands tentatively gripped my waist. 

Emboldened by his reaction I pushed a little bit further. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he groaned. It was like music to my ears and it went straight to my dick. My hands moved from his neck, travelled down his back and cupped those perfect ass cheeks, kneading them. 

His hips started rutting against mine. I was sure he wasn't aware he was doing it but it caused our cocks to rub against each other. I wanted to rip our clothes off so that I could feel our bare cocks sliding together. 

Slowly, I moved my mouth down his neck and he whimpered. His hands slid around my waist and up my chest. I thought he was going to grip my neck and pull me even closer, however, the hard push I felt knocked me back. It forced us apart and me to stumble a few feet back. 

My mind was reeling from his taste and his touch The knowledge he's kissed me back was staggering. Nate's reaction proved he had feelings for me or at the very least he was attracted to me. Now, I just had to find a way to make it happen. 

Eventually, I looked up at him and he seemed to be at war with himself. Tentatively, I took a step forward and the ice-cold look he gave stopped me dead. 

"Nate?" I asked tentatively.

"Don't!" He growled at me. "Don't you dare tell me you want me? How could someone like you want anyone, let alone a nerdy professor?" 

His attack on himself hurt just as much as his attack on me. What did he mean, someone like me? After all these years did he still think so low of me?

"What do you mean, someone like me, Nate?" 

That was the burning question that had plagued me for years. Now more than ever I needed to hear the answer.