Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 35: Are you fine stroking it alone?

"Hello? Are you okay, Gabe?"

Alex’s voice finally sliced through Gabe’s whirlpool of thoughts. Gabe blinked hard and only then did he realize what was happening.

He was cumming hard again.

Thick ribbons spilled into the bathwater as his hand had been working on his own length, stroking furiously while his gaze stayed locked on Alex’s naked body.

Shit. What the....when did I even start doing this? Gabe thought as the last pulses of his orgasm throbbed through him.

"What the hell are you thinking about?" Alex asked, raising one eyebrow at him. His tone sounded innocent, too innocent as if he had no idea exactly what was going on. But the slight curve of amusement in his lips gave him away.

He was kneeling in front of Gabe, still fully naked, still dripping water, their faces only inches apart.

And he had clearly been calling Gabe’s name for a while.

"Uhm... I...I... uhmm..." Gabe stammered, words failing him completely. His face burned with embarrassment. "I’m so... so sorry about this. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the cucumbers."

Thinking about the cucumber? Alex thought with a smirk he hid behind a neutral expression. More like thinking about my dick.

"Well, that’s good then," Alex said aloud, letting out a slow, exaggerated sigh. "If thinking about the cucumber can make you cum this much... and it’s helping your blood circulate all the way down your legs... then keep thinking about it." His eyes grew dark. "See it as the real dick you want so badly to fuck."

A violent wave of heat rushed through Gabe. His face went crimson, his throat tightening as he swallowed hard.

Of course I want to fuck you badly. So damn badly. Gabe thought. But I need to take things slow... especially when you don’t even know I’m an alpha and not an omega.

Gabe finally broke eye contact, biting his lip as his body trembled under the water.

I want to fuck you badly too, Alex thought inwardly as he studied Gabe’s flushed face. But I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle me. And I have to take things slow with you as well... after all.

With that thought, Alex rose to his feet, turning to walk away.

Gabe swallowed again, hard because even Alex’s ass was dangerous. His soft, fluffy cheeks swayed slightly with each step. He looked thick, solid, and touchable unlike the bony asses Gabe was used to, especially Sabe’s stiff, unfriendly body.

I want to grab those cheeks so badly while fucking him senseless, Gabe thought as his breath grew uneven again.

Alex stepped under the shower, letting the water crash over his head and cascade down his back. His muscles flexed under the falling water, droplets tracing over tattoos and tightening over skin.

Gabe watched helplessly, nearly drooling.

After what felt like forever, Alex finished rinsing himself. He stepped back to the tub, drained the water that was already cloudy with Gabe’s cum, and refilled it with fresh, warm water. Then he faced Gabe again.

"Are you done?" Alex asked, his face unreadable.

"Done?" Gabe repeated, confused. "Done with what?"

"Are you done stroking your dick while thinking about the cucumber?" Alex clarified bluntly, causing Gabe to choke on his own spit. "Everything happening here is part of your therapy session. It’s necessary. And because it’s necessary, you should feel free with me."

Alex tilted his head, studying Gabe’s expression carefully.

"Are you fine stroking it alone," he continued, "or do you need help?"

Gabe choked again, worse this time. Alex’s face looked innocent, calm, professional. But Gabe could tell. Beneath all that? He was burning, too.

"H....help? What kind of help?" Gabe asked, voice cracking.

"Helping you stroke your dick," Alex said in the straightest, most doctor-like tone imaginable, "like I did before. Or using a sex toy on you."

Gabe froze.

"But," Alex added, "we haven’t reached the stage for sex toys in your therapy, so I won’t introduce them yet. For now... I can help you with stroking."

Gabe stared at him, completely stunned.

Wasn’t this man the one trying to keep things clinical? Wasn’t he the one talking about boundaries? Gabe screamed in his head. Why the hell is he suddenly being so blunt? So shameless? So... hot?

His gaze stayed glued to Alex’s face, taking in the innocence in his eyes mixed with the heat hiding underneath.

Everything about this was too much, too intense, goo confusing and too good.

"I... I..." Gabe stammered, unable to form even half a sentence. His tongue felt too heavy, his mind too scrambled. Eventually, the embarrassment forced him to break eye contact with Alex. He lowered his head slightly, shoulders trembling under the pressure of the moment.

I can’t say yes, he thought, heart pounding. If I say yes, this whole... thing between us will cross a line I’m not ready for. It’ll become something deeper, something dangerous.

He forced himself to lift his gaze again, meeting Alex’s eyes.

"I’m good now, Alex," Gabe finally said with a small, warm smile....one that barely hid his conflicted embarrassment. "I’d like to get dressed... have breakfast... and maybe go out to get some things, if possible."

Alex said nothing. No reaction. No comment. No expression that gave anything away.

He simply returned to his task.

Without a single complaint or hesitation, Alex rinsed Gabe’s body clean with warm water. Then he bent down and lifted him effortlessly out of the bathtub in a bridal carry. Gabe instinctively wrapped his arms around Alex’s neck as his heart skipped several beats. Alex’s wet skin was warm, solid, and close ....too close.

Alex carried him back into the bedroom and set him gently on the bed. After wiping himself dry, he dressed in a clean shirt and trousers. Then he turned to Gabe and helped him dress as well: underwear, trousers, shirt, then a soft spray of cologne, followed by carefully styling his hair.

The entire time...

They said nothing.

Not a single word.

The silence between them felt thick, heavy enough to choke on.

Is he annoyed? Gabe wondered as Alex buttoned the last part of his shirt. Is he upset because I said no? Was he actually interested in stroking my dick... and now he’s irritated because I turned him down?

"Oh come on, Gabe, stop overthinking," he muttered mentally, facepalming himself internally. You’re the one sad because he didn’t insist on helping you with your dick, so be fucking for real.

Alex finished dressing him, then picked him up again and settled him into the wheelchair. He pushed the chair toward the door... opened it...

And Damien immediately collapsed into the room with a loud thud.

"WHAT THE....?!" Gabe yelped.

Alex froze mid-step. Gabe stiffened in shock. Damien was sprawled across the floor at their feet like a fallen tree.

"What the hell are you doing?" Alex demanded, raising an eyebrow as he let out a frustrated scoff, both hands planting firmly onto his waist. "Were you leaning on the door? Trying to eavesdrop or what?"

"For goodness’ sake, that’s not what happened!" Damien replied, genuine pain in his eyes as he struggled to push himself off the floor. He rubbed the wrist he fell on, wincing. "I just got here. I already knocked on the door but there was no response."

He turned his attention to Gabe, his expression softening instantly.

"Good morning," Damien said warmly. "I hope you had a good night’s rest?"

"Yes, I did. Thank you, Damien," Gabe replied, bowing his head politely. "I hope you slept well too. And... thank you for yesterday. I really appreciate it."

"It’s nothing, Gabe. I’m just glad you’re okay," Damien answered with a genuine smile. But the second he shifted his gaze back to Alex, that warmth evaporated like it never existed.

"I was helping Gabe with his bath," Alex said with an unimpressed scoff. "And for the record, my hearing still works. Even if someone knocks like a child barely touching the door, I’d know. But I didn’t sense anyone knocking. So... what exactly are you saying?"

"You...." Damien snapped, returning the scoff. "Maybe you didn’t hear because you were busy helping Gabe with his bath. You needed to concentrate on him, after all."

Alex raised a brow higher. "What exactly do you want now? Because I still have things to do."

"The task is done," Damien replied with a bright smile. "I texted you, but you didn’t respond, so I came here to tell you in person."

"I saw your text," Alex said with a heavy sigh. "Anyway, go ahead with Basic 202 before I come over."

"...Basic 202?" Damien repeated, eyes widening with shock and horror. "Has he gone insane?!"

His face paled instantly, like Alex had just sentenced him to death.

"Do you know what you’re talking about?" Damien managed to voice out, his voice barely above a whisper but instead of a response, Alex proceeded to push Gabe wheelchair out of the room leaving Damien behind.