I'm honestly horrified.

Gabriel glanced between Foster and the wall, putting his hand on it palm down. His other hand he wrapped around Foster and then turned them both to the side, putting himself in the corner made by the boxy shape of the piano and the wall it was against, with Foster on the outside. Gabriel was even more hemmed in now than Foster had been offering for himself. The taller man slouched so as to overcome their height difference and make himself more accessible. He put his elbow on the top of the piano and looked hopeful that Foster would accept the new arrangement. Gabriel smiled a little and put his free hand out to the side, palm towards Foster as if in invitation for him to get as close as they'd been before.

Foster accepted it. He leaned in, forward over Gabriel's body and gave him a small peck on the lips in approval. He put his hands on Gabriel's waist and ran them up his sides, not missing how Gabriel breathed faster and even made a shallow nod to him. Gabriel licked his lips and reached out to touch Foster's shoulder - so tentative, eyes darting to Foster's face as if asking if he was allowed to touch.

"I like that," Foster murmured, letting his own hands stroke up over Gabriel's chest, feeling the muscles beneath his palms. His hands traveled up Gabriel's neck, provoking Gabriel to straighten a little, swallow and make a quick intake of breath. Oh my God, he is so responsive. Foster leaned in and offered a kiss, which Gabriel tilted his head immediately and accepted. Gabriel's hand drifted from Foster's shoulder to the back of his neck, then up to cradle his head, pausing to position Foster just a little differently so it was better for him. Foster appreciated that Gabriel wasn't completely without initiative here. He wasn't unwilling to act; he was just afraid of fucking things up.

Foster put a hand on the wall to hold himself up as he kept his lips against Gabriel's, moving them gently and reveling in the feeling of Gabriel's lips wrapping around his own. The kiss prolonged and gradually grew more in-depth. He settled his body against Gabriel's, letting him support his weight as he leaned against him, trapping him into the corner and pushing him back a little. It freed Foster's hands so he could bring them both up on either side of the man's face. Gabriel shut his eyes in bliss as Foster gave feather-light touches to his temples and brows before letting his fingers sink into the man's  hair. Clearly, Gabriel had made an effort this morning to clean and scrub and shave so he was as presentable as possible...without going overboard. Foster groaned, kissing harder. He appreciated that someone wanted him enough to do that. Gabriel's mouth opened before him and the other man let his head fall back, submissive to whatever Foster wanted to do with him.

What Foster wanted was taste. He let his tongue brush Gabriel's lip, pulling a soft keening moan from the man. Foster bit his own lower lip at that, feeling himself harden. He loved the sound; he loved the responsiveness; he loved the submission and the preparation and the thought and the passion he could feel burning under Gabriel's skin. Oh, this is good. This is so good. So fucking good. It was stealing Foster's breath away, making him high with desire. He licked Gabriel again as his eyes opened now and he watched Foster with heavy lids. Gabriel ran his hand up through the back of Foster's hair, mussing it, while his other, the hand of the arm that was propped on the piano, touched Foster's shoulder and plucked restlessly at the cloth. He wanted to do more with that hand, but it was supporting his weight, and anyway, Gabriel was still hesitant to express how much he wanted Foster.

Foster could feel it anyway. He pressed against the man, noticing he wasn't the only one hard. His own arousal was at full flame and every signal of want he was getting from Gabriel only fanned him higher. He kissed Gabriel with his mouth fully open. His tongue stroked along the inside of the upper and then lower lip, feeling the even edges of Gabriel's teeth behind them, tasting his unique flavor. And then, there was a tiny answering touch as the very tip of Gabriel's tongue teased his. Foster stopped to grin happily, dipping his head to rest their foreheads together, his face flushed with joy. "Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah, please. I like that. Do that. Please, Gabriel."

Gabriel straightened a little, confidence bolstered, and urged Foster's head back to where they could resume kissing. Foster complied with enthusiasm. Gabriel's tongue brushed firmly against his, making Foster moan in pleasure. Foster ground against him with a groan, but it was cut short as Gabriel's face jerked back, his mouth snapped shut and he flattened himself against the wall, getting space between their groins and dropping his hand from the back of Foster's neck to the front of his shoulder, ready to push him away.

Foster froze, eyes wide, but not as wide as Gabriel's. A moment later Gabriel began to lick his lips nervously as his eyes darted around uncomfortably, clearly aware his reaction was...unusual and trying to figure out how to cover it. Foster waited until he saw anger beginning to form and then he took action. Foster had suffered at Gabriel's hands several weeks before because the man had been trying, after their trip, to say something and Foster guessed he had smiled at the wrong moment. Gabriel had become embarrassed and vented his emotion through rage instead. Foster had no interest in being hurt again.

Foster said quickly and softly, "It's okay, it's okay. Hey, hey? Okay?" Foster lifted his hands off the man and held them out to the sides, empty and inoffensive.

Gabriel still glanced between the hands uneasily and looked down, upset and continuing to look angry, or maybe frustrated because his eyes kept jumping to Foster's like there was something he wanted, then away like he wasn't finding what he was looking for. Gabriel swallowed and began to hold himself very still, finally looking away and to the side like he was shutting down or waiting for Foster to go away.

Thinking he'd give him some space, Foster backed up a half step. A pang of intense pain and disappointment shot across Gabriel's face - his lips thinned, his brows drew together and down and his face scrunched inward. Giving him space wasn't the answer. Before that too could translate into anger, Foster put his hand on his arm on the piano. The arm twitched but Gabriel didn't throw him off. He wasn't going to get himself out of the emotional spot he was in, probably feeling penned in by his outburst and embarrassed. Foster had to lead him out and show him everything was still fine. He gestured down at Gabriel's legs with his other hand. "Here, move your legs apart."

Now Gabriel looked up at him, blinking and uncertain, but he was listening and Foster could see hope there in his face. It warred with suspicion and what looked like resentment. "Why?"

Foster softened his tone further and said, "Go on. It's okay. I'll show you." He looked up at Gabriel as sincerely as he could and the expression seemed to work. The resentment faded on the other man's face and hope grew. He did as he was asked. He took instruction well, which was something Foster didn't do, but he'd recognized it in the man. Foster said, "Now slouch down like you were before. Put your legs out here, on either side of me." Gabriel's eyes widened again, but he seemed to be calming down. He followed directions and let Foster position him. "Now I'm going to lean on you just like I was doing before. I won't move against you. I'm just going to lie on you. Is that okay?"

Gabriel blushed furiously. "Foster, I'm...um..." He made a gesture at the obvious bulge of his groin and Foster resisted staring at it as best he could. Staring would not make matters better, he suspected. He'd never run into someone so ashamed about something so simple.

Foster smiled. "I know. And I'm really happy about that." He put one hand on the wall and leaned in, not touching any part of Gabriel. He glanced up and down Foster's body apprehensively as if not quite sure how to take that lack of contact. Foster turned his head and kissed him softly. To his joy, Gabriel responded to it strongly. Foster had begun to wonder if the man really had become overwhelmed by it all and they were done for the day. "I'm really happy about that," Foster whispered. "Let me feel you?" Oh Gabe, please let me feel you. Let me feel you wanting me. I want some of that for myself.

Gabriel looked away self-consciously and nodded. He glanced back at Foster with a nervous smile, his face flushing yet again. He is so worked up about this. I love that. This really matters to him. It ran all through Foster and tingled against his skin, making his own face warm and then hot. When he got close to someone, Foster's emotions echoed theirs and sometimes he even felt what they felt physically. It had been far stronger. He was really feeling it today.

Foster stepped further in between Gabriel's legs and settled very slowly against him, hips first, then his stomach. Gabriel wrapped an arm around him at that point, his face relaxing and his breathing deepening. He hugged Foster to him chest to chest and pressed his face against the side of his head, breathing hotly into his hair. Foster wanted to fuck him so bad and he was absolutely sure his Gabriel felt the same way.

Foster could feel Gabriel's stiff length between them. Surprisingly, the man had stayed hard throughout that tense moment. Foster had lost his erection for a while, but it was racing back to fullness. He drew back and kissed him lightly and Gabriel, panting, gave him a faint whine for his actions. Foster's hands came up to caress Gabriel's face as his hand, resting lightly between his shoulder blades, dropped down his spine. Gabriel pulled back to study Foster's face as his hand came to the top of his jeans and paused there, fingers toying with a belt loop, tugging at it experimentally. Foster smiled and stroked his cheek, letting his fingers roam over to touch the man's nose and then up between his brows, tracing over one and then the other. Gabriel's head lolled back against the wall as he panted hard. He bit his lip, trying to quiet a wild surge of desire that Foster heard as clearly as if Gabriel had shouted it.

Foster leaned in, raising himself up on his tiptoes and thereby shifting his whole body a couple inches against Gabriel's. The man shuddered and whimpered at that. Foster put his lips over Gabriel's and sucked his lower lip from between the man's teeth, worrying it with his own. He felt Gabriel's whole body tighten and tense. There was a quiver deep inside the man, resonating in Foster's muscles as well, creating a harmony.

Foster licked and sucked and groaned, wanting so badly to grind against him, but even though he knew Gabriel wanted it, he didn't know how he'd react. Gabriel's hand at the small of his back pressed him in just a little and Foster took that as a signal. He lowered himself a bit, flexing his feet and no longer standing on tiptoes, then raised himself back up, rubbing his whole body against Gabriel and getting another shudder and moan for his efforts. Gabriel was being pulled tight like a bowstring, pressure seeking release. Foster wanted to grant that.

He groaned with a forceful exhalation, putting his mouth over Gabriel's more aggressively, plunging his tongue inside as passion took him. The man was on the edge of orgasm - Foster could feel it and he had every intention of putting Gabriel over and making him burst. It was working Foster up immensely, so much so that he could hardly think. His heart was pounding in his chest, in sync with Gabriel's, both breathing hard. Nothing existed but Gabriel and what he was feeling, and what he was feeling was ready. Foster gave up the slow up and down motion and began to thrust against him.

And once more, Gabriel freaked out. One second Foster was humping against him, drenched in desire and the next he was getting nothing but terror and panic and shame from his partner. Gabriel yanked his hand from behind Foster and pushed him away, struggling upright. He jerked himself out of the corner between piano and wall and circled to get some space, which was easy enough because Foster was standing where he had shoved him, hands up in surrender, still trying to recover from being rudely snatched from the cusp of orgasm and booted aside. Gabriel touched his own forehead, then his chest, then his hand hovered uneasily over his groin. He bared his teeth in what looked like fear, not anger, and looked at the open doorway.

"Please don't leave," Foster begged. He didn't know what was going on with Gabriel, but he didn't want it to end this way - not more fighting, or shame or embarrassment or weeks of not talking to each other or dancing around the subject again. He had felt what Gabriel wanted and Foster wanted that too. He knew the man's feelings were genuine. There was so much between them and so much fucked up about the whole situation that Foster didn't blame Gabriel in the least for being confused or overwhelmed. Maybe I'm just taking this too fast. Way too fast. Slow down...quit being selfish, Foster.

"What...I'm..." Gabriel panted out, shaking his head. He gestured at the spot next to the piano, where they'd been cleaved together only a few moments before. "I can't."

Can't what? Foster tilted his head, raising his brows, but Gabriel didn't see. He was touching his forehead again, looking lost and miserable now. Foster deepened his breathing and tried to relax. We need to stop. No third try right away. Just stop and let both of us calm down - all the way down.

Gabriel shook his head again. "I should go."

"Please don't," Foster said, his tone making it a question and a plea. Don't run out on me - don't, don't, please don't. You won't be able to look me in the eye again until you've beat the crap out of me. I know you. I know how you are with that big ego of yours. Stay here, please. It's okay.

Teeth clenched in anger, Gabriel shot back, "Why the hell not? I can't do anything right! I'm fucking things up!"

Very calmly, Foster offered, "Why don't you sit at the piano and play, and I'll play the guitar?" Gabriel looked at the piano like he was angry at it too, but his jaw eased and then he blinked at it a few times and dropped his gaze to the floor.

Foster dipped his head, taking a step toward the guitar and watching Gabriel's face the whole time, trying to track his emotions. "Just like always," Foster soothed. "Everything's fine. Nothing's fucked up." Gabriel looked up at Foster, his face calming and moving towards neutral. Foster smiled a little and shrugged, glancing off to the side and then back. "I like to be near you." I'd like to go back to what we were doing, but I don't think that's in the itinerary for today. I'll take second best. I love you. Come on. You've got to feel that - it's okay. Calm down.

Gabriel swallowed noisily, breathing heavily as he began to relax and wind down. He opened his mouth to speak, but discarded the words. He nodded instead and forced a tense smile that didn't reach his narrowed, suspicious eyes. Foster nodded back anyway and went over to lift the guitar and dig out the pick. Gabriel watched him for a long moment before going to the piano and accepting the new task. Gingerly, he sat down, wincing as he adjusted his jeans. He coughed and cleared his throat, saying, "What...what do you want me to play?"

"What you were playing when I came in was fine." Foster sat down and slung the guitar across his knee. His own arousal had faded a lot faster once he wasn't touching Gabriel. "We'll just take it from the top...and practice as much as we need to, to get it right." He smiled warmly at the other man, trying to smooth things over with an easy manner and acceptance.

Gabriel stared back at him for a moment, clearly getting the double meaning of Foster's words. Gabriel blinked a few times and looked at the white and black keys, blowing out air and trying to relax. "Practice?" he said with a tone of hope and disbelief.

"As much as we need to," Foster repeated. "I like practicing." I want to get to practice more with you. He started picking out the first notes of the melody, taking it slow. Gabriel joined him a few moments later.

Foster

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Dexter

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Gabriel.

That's right I got all three of us in there. Foster wrote some of his thoughts down and I managed to scribble everything in.