Silk ✔

Epilogue

Gabriel spent an unholy amount of time underneath the hot spray of the shower but he reckoned he deserved it. The last days had been stressful with thousands of calls from distant relatives, nosy people who thought they were his friends and - to his utter horror - journalists. All of them had one question: Are you really gay?

It had been exhausting to the point where he had plugged out his phone at home and told his assistant in the office to get rid of anyone who wasn't calling purely for business.

Thankfully David had been there every evening upon coming home to take his mind off of things, whether that be by watching silly sitcoms or screwing his brains out until he couldn't even form a coherent sentence anymore.

Gabriel finally switched off the water and reached for the towel he'd left on the sink in the hotel bathroom. Little goosebumps covered his limbs because he'd left the door open, not keen on suffocating in the thick steam he'd created. He was looking forward to aimlessly watch some TV and then snuggle up in bed.

Today, David had dragged him through the city, first showing him the space he intended to rent for his new store, then to some sights and at the end to the famous whiskey store near Grafton Street. Gabriel hadn't told him so but he was kind of glad that David was busy with some business dinner and he could relax in their hotel room. Maybe he would call the room service and order some snacks instead of going out to find food himself.

Gabriel rubbed his hair dry and slipped on underwear and sweatpants.

Yawning, he sauntered into the bedroom and nearly jumped out of his skin as he was met by a dark figure lounging on the bed. In the nearly complete darkness he saw the figure grin lazily.

"Nice show."

"What the fuck?" he hissed, pointing an accusing finger at the smug man. "I thought you were at some dinner?"

"I was," David replied with a shrug. "It didn't take as long as expected."

"And since when have you been here?" Gabriel demanded to know, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

David cupped his crotch with a low groan. "Long enough, baby."

Gabriel rolled his eyes and scoffed. "You perv."

"It's not my fault the bed is placed so conveniently," David defended his actions, probably pouting judging by the tone of his voice. "And you left the door open."

Gabriel chuckled and uncrossed his arms to crawl onto the bed until his face was hovering mere centimeters in front of David's, their breath mingling, bodies almost touching. "And what if" He bit his lip and allowed his hips to dip down, applying maddening pressure for a split second. "I did it on purpose?"

"Fuck," David mumbled, the single word carrying the scent of champagne and lust. His wide, cerulean eyes shone like diamonds in the light spilling out from the still open bathroom door.

"So, tell me, big boy, what did you see?" Gabriel prompted huskily, head dipping down to briefly taste David's lush lips.

"That washcloth was damn lucky, touching every inch of your skin," David mumbled, slightly out of breath.

Gabriel smirked. "Jealous?"

David huffed and grabbed Gabriel's hips, guiding them down onto his own. They both moaned simultaneously.

"The washcloth didn't get to touch the true treasure." David snaked his hand underneath Gabriel's waistband and wrapped his fingers around his cock, giving a tortuously slow tug.