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OK, can you please write something about jealous Gale?

like Bucky and Buck are in a relationship, but they live in a time where homosexuality is a criminal offense and they have to play straight roles in public. They both understand this and accept these rules of the game, because they cannot change them. Gale has his “one and only love” Marge, to whom he is “so faithful” that he doesn’t even look at other girls, and Bucky just picks up girls in the pub from time to time. This means nothing. And at first everything is fine, it's just a game they have to play. But one time, when Gale and Bucky were in the pub, and Bucky was having fun, joking and dancing with some girl, Gale suddenly got very angry looking at them and left without even saying a word to Bucky. When Bucky returned to base and asked Gale why he left so suddenly, he attacked him with accusations that he was having too much of a good time. They fight and then make up and have sex (Bottom Gale, please).

:: Warnings!! The following story is only suitable for people over 18 years old!! It includes sexual acts and a wonderful love story between two men! :: :: Please don't copy nor steal my writing. ::

“What are you doing here?” Gale wasn’t expecting anyone. They had all already left. None of the boys could wait to get into their dress uniforms in the evening, drink and party, to forget everything that had happened during the flight readiness. Or had they developed a sixth sense and knew that John would show up? However, as cautiously as he pushed the door inwards and looked around the corner, he seemed to be afraid that one of the comrades was still with Gale.

“I wanted to check if you were ready or if I should help you put on your uniform.” Someone had quickly put aside its caution, switched on the turbo and put on a cheeky grin. One for which he definitely needed a gun license and which sent increasingly worse shivers down Gale’s spine.

“You’re welcome to help me out, but there’s no time for that.”

“Jesus! I wish we were still roommates. Then it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Then we would have other problems.”, Gale countered promptly.

“Yes. That you spend too long in the bathroom.” Completely dry, John had the right answer ready, bobbing the left eyebrow and twisting the corners of his mouth into a broad grin. When both were alone, such teasing was easy.

Gale's facial features slipped for a few seconds. His nose wrinkled a little, you could see eyes rolling behind closed eyelids and he shook its head as he lowered the foot from the chair. He had put it on the chair shortly before John came in to tie the laces on the freshly polished black shoe. It was John's sudden appearance that had stopped him. Seeing him, knowing his heartbeat was close to him, always put him in a bit of a state of shock. One of the pleasant kinds, even if he always looked at John a little like the rabbit was sitting in front of the snake. To be honest, Gale missed the times when they had shared a room. Back then, they had only felt the spark between them. Neither of them had necessarily thought of love at first. But that was exactly the feeling that had grown until it exploded.

Every second of that moment was burned into Gale's brain. The memories often came flooding back to him. Not just mentally, but physically too. John had always been the tough guy. He didn't let anyone tell him what to do, didn't keep his fists down when it was better to use them. But that night, the first time they had, John was so tender that even the memory of it set off fireworks in Gale and gave him goosebumps. Every cell in him longed for John, it even hurt. Sometimes these violent symptoms even tortured him when he spent time with Marge. Did he feel guilty about it? Yes, of course! But the heart wants what the heart wants, right?

"Then shall we or should I let you finish dreaming?"

"What? For fuck's sake!" Shock ran through his body when John's face was so close to him. What had he missed in the last few seconds? He had just been standing at the chair by the window. He was busy with his shoe, had smoothed down the trouser legs with both of his hands and buttoned up its uniform jacket. And now their faces were so close that a sheet of paper could barely fit between them. Gale felt the hardwood door on his back, felt his shoulder blades pressing against it, and the back of his head must have hit an uneven spot in the wood. At least, it felt like he had hit himself. "We don't have time for this, Major." The daydream still seemed to have stuck with Gale, his voice sounded so luxuriantly tender. Eyes glittered as if tears were trying to collect in them. But Gale was far from crying.

Because just as he felt intensely what was pressing against him from behind, he felt even more intensely the force of nature that was controlling him from the front. And that didn't just mean the body as a whole. Gale felt the pressure against his right thigh. Unmistakable, intense, hard and pulsating. Almost aggressive, in a positive sense, just like John's fingers pressing against his hip bones and the massage making his breath stumble.

"Let me correct you. We don't have time for that now. Once everyone is drunk, no one will notice that we are leaving. And then you will definitely belong to me, baby."

The possessive kiss that followed should have made Gale forget the conditions under which they were in love. Admittedly, when they were alone and John simply took him by storm like he was doing right now, everything around them felt like another universe. Their eyes met and doors and windows, even entire walls around them, disappeared into nothingness and opened up another world. A world that gained stability when their lips met and kiss after kiss created a stable foundation for their love. In this other world, no one was against their love, neither of them had to pretend to be someone they weren't, and all the stupid rules didn't exist.

Just as this fake world wasn't real!

Because the truth was presented to Gale once again on a silver platter. The young men were no longer alone and from the first second, as soon as all their comrades were bustling around them, they slipped into the role intended for them. Classic, masculine, ambitious, partying wildly and - straight. To make the picture perfect, Gale even had a girlfriend. ONE girlfriend. Marge! And she was great! He loved her, albeit in a different way, but his feelings were honest. He could admit this, although Marge would certainly have seen it differently if she had only known the truth. John, on the other hand, didn't necessarily stick with one girlfriend. They were all just too cute. Each of them had different qualities and when you watched him it was hard to believe that it was all just an act. Did that mean, in reverse, that John was playing with Gale?

He didn't want to believe that. His heart forbade him to even think about such a thing. John's looks were too intense, too penetrating, too demanding when they sat together at the table. Gale had once secretly given the whole thing a name. Mentally he liked to call John's looks 'iris foreplay'. Neither of them spoke a single word in these intimate moments. Their irises met, held each other tightly, embraced each other and the heat that crept into the cheeks spread throughout the bodies. All the blood that rushed to their abdomen followed that heat and all the senses succumbed to the passion that was more welcome than anything else.

Gale and John had a single moment like that that evening. Until John disappeared onto the dance floor, grabbed one of the girls and fell back into his role. Like a gear that turned and clicked into place. He switched from one role to the other with ease. Just as if he were changing a pair of shoes or sneaking another ace between the cards in a poker game without being noticed. And the longer Gale watched this from his seat at the table, the more the pressure in his chest consumed him. At first it was just a restless, shallow flutter deep in his heart. But then it gathered strength, became a whirlpool like in a glass of water that you stir with a spoon, and it spread throughout his entire body like sound waves.

He had never felt such a dull pain before, but recognized the warning. If he didn't leave immediately, his heart would burst into pieces right there and then. He couldn't bear to see John on the dance floor for a second longer. He couldn't bear to take another breath of this spectacle without exploding with anger. But what became even clearer to Gale, what brought him shockingly close to the truth, was the fact that he could no longer bear this whole charade. So he took advantage of the moment when John was standing at the bar with his back to him, deep in conversation, and hurried out into the open air with quick steps. But not even the fresh air could fill his lungs with enough oxygen.

The swollen, oppressive and painful heart took up his entire chest, making Gale feel really sick. He had taken refuge behind a barrack, leaned the left hand against the back wall and tried to breathe with its head bowed. If anyone saw him now, word would quickly spread that he had drunk too much. Gale didn't like alcohol. So he had to get out of here quickly. The nearest house was the canteen. All the men wouldn't be there again until breakfast. John too. Enough time to get out of his way. Heavy feet dragged the weak body on the uneven path to the canteen. Everything was quiet, everything was dark. Only the full moon screamed through the windows with its bright light, made the long rows of tables cast their shadows and exposed everything that moved. The same goes for the silhouette of Gale, who had gone to one of the windows, won a patch of shade for himself and from there looked over to the barrack that he had fled from.

There had been no panic, so no one missed him. As John had already said, once everyone is drunk, no one notices anything. But one person did. John himself. Gale saw him standing in the doorway opposite, disappeared more into the shadows and watched with alert eyes what might happen. He was looking for something. He was on the lookout for someone. For Gale. There were so many feet between them and yet, seeing this calmed Gale. Because John was alone. The pressure in his chest eased, giving him more room to breathe deeply and the feeling of helplessness disappeared. Still, getting closer to John now was not an option. Let him search, let him worry. Let him lose his mind like Gale did. Let him not have the better cards for once.

Gale stuck to this plan all night. Actually only a few hours. The sunrise was waiting for them in 5 hours. Enough time to clear his head and think about how he should look John in the eye next time. His head had made the decision for him because the heart simply couldn't remain neutral. It demanded too much. It wanted to make the impossible things come true, that were not supposed to be true. Gale's head had decided to avoid John and if there was no way around him, then with ignorance. But Gale didn't have to make that much effort. John wasn't at breakfast, none of the others had seen him that morning. Maybe the last pretty girl he'd danced with had taken him with her?

There were so many possibilities, all of them wrong. Gale practically stumbled over John as he was on his way to the hangar. Major Egan had slept in the jeep and was now sizzling in the sun. In uniform. Wake him up? Not really, no. Gale walked past him, disappeared into the hangar and started cleaning his machine. Why the jeep had to be in full view of all places! How was he supposed to stick to his plan of ignorance? On top of that, Gale felt a little sorry that he had just left without saying a word. On the other hand, any word he had said would have been spoken with anger and would have revealed too much to everyone else. What they already knew or didn't know, didn't matter. One thing was still essential. Secrecy!

"Do you want the Germans to see their reflection in your plane?" The bass of John's voice could be heard and floated through the hangar as a shallow echo. He had been watching Gale for quite some time cleaning and polishing the B-17, which he had now circled three times. With a sexy hip swing and flexing muscles in his muscle shirt. "You'll shine like a Christmas tree up there and I'll have to save your ass again."

"At least you can't leave me again because of someone else.", Gale rumbled, more angrily than he himself had suspected, rubbing an imaginary spot under the wing with the damp cloth even more vigorously.

"I, you? You just took off last night."

"Oh, you noticed that?" He sounded unimpressed, but his damn heart took this statement far too much as a compliment.

“Are you kidding me, Cleven?!” A stormy question that sent John’s feet tumbling and brought him closer to Gale. “I’ve been looking for you all night! I’ve walked the entire base, from north to south and back, and now I have to listen to this!?” At the moment, however, he heard nothing. Gale had fallen silent and remained silent. The rag in his hand had wandered to another invisible spot, rubbing and scrubbing it like crazy, making John really boil. “Talk to me, Gale.”, he said as gently as he could with one hand on his lover’s elbow, forcing him to finally look at him. “What’s our problem?”

Gale remained silent. Looking John in the eyes was the danger he wanted to avoid. He knew that a deep look from him would be enough to destroy all his strong intentions. And that look did it with ease. It caused the strong inner fortress to falter, drove cracks into the walls, the cracking of which Gale mentally heard. So he tore himself free from a grip that had not been anywhere near hurtful, threw the wet rag into the bucket from which water splashed over the edge and then went towards the office. Here the cards were stored, operational plans were discussed and at this time of day it was quiet there at least. Peace that was not meant to last. But John was not as easy to shake off as hoped. Or was Gale not hoping?

“You will unlock the door again immediately?” Behind him Gale had heard the click of the lock whose key John had turned. Their eyes met again and surprisingly Gale did not feel astonishment or the desire to flee, but attraction. Every cell in him accepted the locked door and wanted nothing more than to have John's warm body pressed against him in passion. His stubborn tone could barely cover this up and so his request remained unfulfilled.

"Negative, Major." Shaking the head and pouting, his fingers slowly slid off the key, feet turned towards Gale and stomped leisurely towards him. "We will not leave this room until I know what problem we have. Sooo?" The last step of his large feet ended right in front of Gale. His demanding gaze went far beyond the iris and deep into the heart. He stood there waiting with both hands on his hips and struggled with the answer he had demanded.

"You don't have a problem, John." A quiet voice, but not weak, and Gale finally began to do something about the pressure in his chest. "You play your role far too well out there, I realized that very clearly last night."

"That's your accusation? That I play my role too well? A role I don't even want to play?" The angry mood made him back away. Above all from himself. Whichever way this conversation went, he didn't want to stand too close to Gale. Not because he would hurt him, but because passionate energy was beginning to build up inside him.

"And yet you have the better cards. You are the light that moths are buzzing around and you enjoy it. You enjoy it to the fullest!"

"You have Marge too! It must be great to have someone to share a warm bed with!"

"But I'm not sharing it with you!!" An ecstatic outburst of emotion that made Gale not only grow loud. Nervous, his fingers had played with the cover of the medium-weight atlas that was lying on the table next to him. They had grabbed it and thrown it at John. Just in time he turned his shoulder, got the head out of the line of fire and the atlas sailed into the shelf with the rolled-up maps. In bowling, you would say 'hit all nine'. What had shocked John, however, did not stop Gale from really getting going. Because when the last roll had joined the pool of cards on the floor, he continued. "Yes, I know the rules! Yes, we can go to jail! But damn it, John! I don't give a fuck!! Whether up there in the air or down here, I would do anything for you!!”

Silence. Gale needed a short break from this outburst of emotions. From the storm raging inside him and from the volume of his heart, which was vomiting itself out inexorably. But the silence he demanded did not last long, after all, his heart was not finished yet. "The way you looked at me last night at the table. That look, that desire, I don't want to share that! With no other woman, with no other man, with no one!!", Gale's voice became louder and more aggressive with desperation. "I want all of that for myself! Your looks, your touches, your passion and every cell in you! I can't bear to see you in your role, John! I thought I could - but I was wrong."

"You'll be over my knee if you don't shut up right now.", John whispered darkly, eyes flashing like those of a tiger that has its prey in its sights.

"Don't tell me what to - -!!"

No. John didn't do that. He had long since closed the distance between them, grabbed Gale's face with both hands and a possessive kiss finally silenced him. His lips were so demanding, intense, breath-taking, sense-melting. Gale's words from before had flipped a switch in John. The energy of raging passion had ignited a fire in him that spread through him like a flamethrower and Gale felt it. This heat pressed against him with full force, flowing into him with every kiss and every gasp. But it wasn't just John's glowing breath that flowed over his tongue, washed down the walls of his throat like lava, through his chest and made the heat in his abdomen boil.

"John." A hoarse plea. Not meant as a request to stop. There was too much longing, too much lust in the buttery voice for that.

"No. Not another word. Let my heart speak now." His sentences sounded choppy, as if John had hiccups. But it was the busy panting and groaning that kept interrupting him. And the hasty movements of four hands fiddling with the belt buckles. Ten fingers bending the leather to open it. They didn't just tear the top button and the zipper of the other's pants with a lot of restraint. But it was precisely restraint that was so difficult for John now. Gale's fiery speech had summed it all up, had made all demands and not just his own. He had also spoken for John, who saw himself and his feelings as mirrored. He needed Gale. Not just here, not just in this moment. Always! A desire that was mirrored again by Gale.

It was his red-hot fingers that had made John's manhood rock hard while lips and tongues danced sensually together. He was responsible for John's loins burning and the pull of desire being unstoppable. From the moment when John stopped Gale's speech with a deep kiss, to the current second when the last spark plug had burned out and he pushed Gale face down onto the table, nothing could be stopped. Both of their pants had long since slipped off their hip bones and while John moistened his right hand, Gale imploded from the overwhelming ecstasy that had built up inside him. Everything had happened so quickly, so incredibly fast, that he could hardly keep up with his thoughts. But when the soft head of John's manhood had overcome the first resistance, time simply stood still and everything around him became invisible.

His palms pressed firmly onto the tabletop like supports, eyes closed and instinctively his head tilted back. So far that John's lips gently touched the forehead as he bent down. And when he moved forward, his pelvis now pressed closer against Gale's butt. "Do you now see how much you have me in your hands." This was deliberately not worded as a question. John sounded more submissive. Serving Gale's heart and his own while his left arm crossed his lover's chest and five fingers wrapped around its chin from below. "This is the only role I want to play. In your life, Gale. Because I love you." His voice was scratchy, strained by trembling gasps and moans that mixed with Gale's sensual whimpers.

All these sounds became a dull echo and cocktail of emotions as their lips met. They kept each other under control so that no one from outside could hear anything while John's thrusts became more violent. Harder, shorter and deeper. This time it was not a romantic first time by candlelight. No, this time it was exploding desire and out-of-control ecstasy. And both had given them the most breathtaking orgasm of their lives that day.

~ The End ~

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:: Warnings!! The following story is only suitable for people over 18 years old!! It includes sexual acts and a wonderful love story between two men! :: :: Please don't copy nor steal my writing. ::

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'The couch? Seriously?', Gale's mind spoke and his gaze swept across the room, over to the fold-out couch where John could be found sleeping. It could have been much easier. The bed in this hotel room was so big that 4 people could have easily slept in it without getting in the way. Their best friend had been quite generous when he celebrated his big birthday at the fancy hotel, allowing all his friends and family to stay there. Gale and John shared a room, like in the old days when they were roommates. That's exactly how it felt now when Gale took in the distance between them.

His confession a few weeks ago that he had separated from his wife had obviously not changed anything between the two of them. He had confessed to John that he realized why John had kept his distance and it was all the more frightening that he felt exactly the same thing. That was the first time John had admitted that he was in love with Gale either. ‘Then why doesn’t anything change?’, Gale thought and let out a deep, quiet breath. Maybe he needed to make it clearer to John what he wanted.

So Gale slowly and noiselessly pushed himself up off the mattress, slid out of bed and just as noiselessly walked over to the couch. It was so frighteningly quiet that he could clearly hear John's breathing the closer he got. Reaching the edge of the couch, Gale leaned forward and down so he could gently snuggle against John's warm body.

Perhaps it was fate, a premonition or a deep-seated wish on John's part, that he kept the left arm away from the body in such a way that Gale found it comfortable, his right hand resting relaxed on the stomach. John didn't move at first, but looked happy in his sleep and it was definitely three minutes before Gale felt the slight body movement. His best friend was no longer asleep, but wide awake and aware that this was no dream. His head turned to the left, lips touched Gale's smelly and soft hair and a deep breath of contentment was heard. Gale felt it, heard the quiet heartbeat and was quite sure that this was the moment John had been longing for. Still, both of them couldn't stop teasing.

"What are you doing here?", John was heard whispering, lips resting gently against Gale's hair.

"Well, we were at a birthday party and ended up in the hotel room.", Gale smirked even though his Major couldn't see it, but he heard the gentle wheezed laughter.

"I know that. I mean, what are you doing -here-?" He emphasized the last word lovingly and the fingers of his left hand tapped almost tenderly on Gale's hip, which he had grasped from behind and pulled close to him.

"Well - I woke up in that huge and quite comfortable bed over there and couldn't bear to see you here on this rather uncomfortable couch."

"We can swap. - Uuuh ouch.", John added quickly, feeling the playful boxing in the side and that's when his laughter was heard more loudly. To his surprise, he got a kiss on the shoulder joint and grinned happily to himself with his eyes closed.

"Do you feel uncomfortable when I'm lying here?", Gale was heard asking softly and cautiously after a long moment of silence had passed and they just held each other. As if they had never had bad times, never had been separated, never went through a self chosen distance to each other.

"No not at all." The soft and relaxed tone of John's voice encouraged Gale. Not that he didn't have one, but that the closeness between them and in the here and now wasn't a problem gave him the courage to finally say what he wanted to say.

"Then never leave my side again."

"I'm here. I always was."

"But never completely and that's what I want. You by my side, without the limits we have imposed on ourselves, but rather enjoying now that we both love each other." So began a plea of love, which Gale's heart absolutely had to get off his chest. All of that had been building up in him for so long, had had to remain hidden for so long that now as he had spoken the first few sentences, he felt the pressure in his chest really painful. So he sat up, sat on the knees, shoved the slightly trembling hands between his thighs to calm him down and continued to speak with fervor.

"It took me so long to figure out and realize why you made yourself so rare in our friendship. The worst part was not realizing why you did it, but that I would have had exactly the same reason. Namely, that I love you . And you still love me. So why does it feel like you still like the distance more than being close to me."

"Gale." He heard those whispers very close and looked straight into John's eyes, for he had long since sat up and taken his lover's hands in his own. But Gale's mind still hadn't really realized this.

"No, John. We seriously have to talk about it.", he shook his head, not wanting to interrupt the speech.

"And I want you to stop talking."

"Why? Isn't all that just as important to you anymore?"

"Yes. It is.", John smiled and now Gale finally realized how close they were, because the warm breath carried John's whisper over a very short distance to his lips. Eyes that Gale loved so much couldn't look more directly into his as he then heard. "But I finally want to kiss you."

Such a request had never set Gale's heart pounding so fast. However, when John said those words, his heart pounded so fast against the ribs that the vibration was almost unbearable. Like a newborn that sucked in the first breaths hectically and uncontrollably, his chest moved up and down so quickly and yet it was the most beautiful agony Gale had ever suffered. Their gazes never parted and when John put the warm hands on his cheeks, there was this unspeakably beautiful relief and relaxation on Gale's limbs. That feeling ran down his cheeks, down his jaw, down into his chest where it calmed the excited heart and breathing. But only until the next sensual storm blew up in him.

Magnetically attracted to each other, their faces had moved closer together and when the surfaces of their lips touched, Gale noticed that John had long since closed his eyes. Wanting to enjoy it in the same way, the eyelids drooped, letting the long lashes rest on the silky skin under the eyes, and now the inner explosion felt even more intense. This moment wasn't forced, it wasn't planned or foreseen. No, this moment was simply carried by love and enclosed the two of them like an invisible cage. Not one you were trapped in and wanted to escape as quickly as possible. God no, Gale liked to be trapped in this cage until the end of his life, knowing he was with the man he loved. Knowing he was safe, alive and his love was returned.

But this love was not only reciprocated. That love turned to passion and Gale felt John's body pushing closer and closer against his. He felt the slight twist that pushed him backwards into the pillows, the mattress snuggling up against the back and his front being gently buried beneath John's. However, he also felt the tremor that stirred up the passion and made John's muscles tremble. As soon as he became aware of this, he heard this strained moaning and stopping breathing as if his lover was fighting something.

"Major? What's going on?", Gale whispered, cupping his lover's face in both hands and hoping nothing more than that he would look at him. "Your whole body is shaking."

"I'll be fine in a second.", John muttered haltingly, suppressing the deep groan and everything about him was tense. His forehead rested on Gale's bare chest, next to whose body his hands had gripped the sheets and were tugging at them. And now it dawned on Gale what was going on.

"It's all a bit much at once, isn't it?", he grinned, doing everything he could not hear it. He now knew what was going on in John and how much he fought against lust, because he couldn't do otherwise. Neither of them had been prepared for this explosion of emotions. There was no bootcamp for that.

"A little.", John wheezed laughing, clearing his throat and now having given up the stubbornness not to look at his lover. His head slowly rose, he shifted the body weight slightly to the right forearm and tenderly stroked the side of Gale's face with the left hand. "I've waited for this moment for so long.", he whispered lovingly. "For this moment, for you, for us. Words cannot express how happy I am, Gale."

"We don't need to talk.", he sounded mischievous. "I would be very content to feel you in any sensual way."

He received no verbal reply to this request. Rather, a flood of tender kisses came towards him, which took him by storm again. John's lips were so sensual and beguilingly soft. The flowing movements of his body are so devotedly light, as if small, flat waves were pushing against the shore. It was so easy to let yourself fall into this stream, switch off your head and find relaxation. But Gale wanted more than that. He was overwhelmed with the urge to lose himself completely in John. Not only did he want to be one with him in an act that went with it, no, Gale wanted to disappear body and soul into John. Becoming one with him, sharing the same heart and soul forever.

And that's exactly what happened at that moment. With each caress of the hands, each other removed the last barrier between their bodies. With every kiss that touched the heated skin. With every stroke of the tongue, it tickled errogenic zones and tenderly made you want more. The small flame of passion had long since turned into a firestorm and Gale almost missed the moment, this one important moment, in which he now fully felt John. But John had stopped, forcing him to look at him and realize what was happening. And what happened was the best thing in their lives. Gale was totally relaxed and as they locked eyes, he felt John's hips move closer to his. It was the most beautiful way to be buried under him and to be caught by his waves. Those waves that were no longer small and flat, but that had picked up the storm from far out at sea and whipped against the shore.

Carried away by this storm, Gale's hands were wrapped around John's shoulder blades. Legs had wrapped themselves, like a passionate clamp, around the hips that rocked both their bodies. Why had they waited so long for this? Why had they allowed themselves to stay away from each other, when they really needed each other? Gale didn't know anymore. He didn't want to look back either. He wanted to stay in the here and now. At that moment, when they were finally one and bit by bit the pressure built up in him that he almost got dizzy. And just as that feeling became too aching and strong, Gale could feel their bodies giving in to the need. He could feel John's explosion and just two seconds later his own spreading hotly against their bellies. Gale wanted to scream out loud, but their kisses had muffled any loud gasps and moans before, and still did.

It wasn't until the last wave of their climax that lips parted, but faces stayed close and hectic breath rushed between mouths. Gale's fingers on John's shoulder blades relaxed again and he hadn't noticed that the fingernails had dug into the skin. Very lightly, but he felt the marks as the fingertips caressed tenderly and John seemed to whimper softly. "I'm sorry.", Gale whispered, lifting his eyelids and looking at his lover's overjoyed face.

"I'm not.", John grinned with the lascivious look and small tears had mixed between the beads of sweat on his face. "I'm not sorry for a single damn second.", he whispered, both still struggling to fill their lungs with fresh oxygen. "I love you, Gale. And I swear to you, I'll never let you go again.", he sealed these words with a heartfelt kiss and the night gave the two enough time to enjoy their togetherness.

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