Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 49: You did well on the cucumber (18+)

I’m not hallucinating right now, right? Gabe screamed inwardly as his lips were being devoured with a hunger that made his entire body jolt. I mean... I’m not having one of those wet dreams because of Alex again, right? The kind that ends with me waking up a mess? This is real, right?

Alex kissed him like a drowning man trying to breath, his hands firm on Gabe’s neck and wrist, holding him in place as though letting go would kill him. Gabe, unable to resist the pull, kissed back just as desperately, eyes closed, heart racing, heat flushing through every nerve.

After what felt like forever and not nearly long enough....Alex finally broke the kiss. He pulled away abruptly, breathing hard, releasing Gabe’s hand and throat before rising to his full height.

"Uhmm..." Alex cleared his throat, trying to force steadiness into his voice. "We should... begin the therapy session now. So you can return to your husband."

He said it too quickly, the words tripping out as if he needed them to barricade himself from doing something reckless again.

Gabe narrowed his eyes at his turned back, scoffing inwardly. Oh, so you want to pretend you didn’t just kiss me like that? Like your life depended on it? Sure. Go ahead and act unaffected.

Alex didn’t dare look at him again. Instead, he crossed the room toward the small fridge in his office, opened it, and pulled out three cucumbers of different sizes. He rinsed them carefully in the tiny sink, hands shaking almost imperceptibly, before bringing them back and placing all three neatly on the center table in front of Gabe.

He then spotted Gabe’s shirt on the floor, picked it up, and handed it to him with surprising gentleness. After that, Alex sat down across from him....placing a pillow discreetly over his lap, trying and failing to mask the evidence of his reaction beneath it.

He’s hard. Gabe thought, a slow, sly smile tugging at his lips. His chest warmed with mischief. Well... how about I tease him even more?

Without breaking eye contact, Gabe reached forward and picked up the longest, fattest cucumber....the most suggestive of the three. Alex’s gaze sharpened instantly, his jaw clenched, his throat bobbing from a hard swallow.

Gabe lifted the cucumber to his lips, deliberately slow, watching Alex the entire time.

In one smooth motion, he opened his mouth and eased the cucumber inside, sucking lightly at first, then deeper, his mouth wrapping around the cool surface as his eyes stayed locked with Alex’s.

Alex froze, breath caught halfway. His fingers curled into fists around the pillow.

"Mmm..." Gabe hummed, dragging the sound out, his lashes fluttering as he pushed the cucumber deeper, to the point his eyes watered, expression turning hazy and undeniably provocative. A thin line of saliva slid down the side of his mouth.

Alex’s thoughts spiraled instantly....imagining warmth instead of cold, imagining softness instead of crisp skin. The image of Gabe before him, lips stretched, mouth wrapped around him....

The pressure became unbearable.

Alex swallowed again, chest rising sharply. His breathing grew shallow, his composure slipping more with every second.

Before Gabe could pull the cucumber out, Alex’s control shattered. His hand slipped beneath the pillow, trembling slightly as he unzipped his trousers, releasing the heated ache pressing painfully against the fabric. The relief made him exhale, even as he clenched his jaw and tried to hide the movement.

"Oh....fuck it..." Gabe breathed out, finally pulling the cucumber from his mouth. A strand of saliva clung stubbornly between his lips and the fruit, stretching until it broke. His mouth glistened, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded with heat.

He wiped the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, smirking softly.

And Alex looked like he was a second away from losing what little control he had left.

"Did I do well, Mr. Alex?" Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow as he pointed the cucumber toward him. His voice carried a teasing lilt he didn’t bother hiding.

Alex took the fruit from his hand carefully, fingers brushing Gabe’s for a second longer than necessary. He swallowed hard before examining it for any sign of teeth marks, turning it slowly between his fingers as though it were delicate.

"You... did well on the cucumber," Alex said at last, finally meeting Gabe’s eyes with a warm, approving smile. "Very well, actually. At this point, I’d say you could give your husband a... serviceable experience."

Gabe scoffed. "I’m not practicing all this because of my husband. I already told you, didn’t I?" He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "I’m doing this to be perfect in sex. For myself. For my future partners."

"Oh. Right. Yes." Alex’s throat worked visibly as he swallowed. "That’s... nice."

His voice cracked faintly at the last word. "Anyway, we should move to the next stage."

Gabe lifted an eyebrow, interest flaring. "Next stage?"

Alex nodded, shifting uncomfortably. "Since you succeeded in giving a cucumber a blowjob...." he held up the fruit to prove the point, "....we now have to acknowledge that it is still just a cucumber. A fruit. A non-living object with no expression, no reaction, no feedback." He paused, inhaling deeply. "To truly assess whether you did well, you have to practice on a human."

Gabe blinked slowly. "A human."

"Yes." Alex spoke as if he were giving a regular lecture, though the slight tremor in his voice betrayed him. "This is normally where my clients bring in their husbands. They attempt what they learned on them, and I score them based on their partner’s reaction....pleasure, discomfort, enthusiasm. I also observe if my client enjoys giving and receiving pleasure. Sex should be mutually satisfying, not one-sided."

He paused, eyes softening just slightly.

"But you’re not here to win your partner back. You’re here to forget him. To... move on."

Gabe released a thoughtful hum. "So what am I supposed to do now?"

Alex shrugged helplessly. "I don’t know. Maybe you have someone you trust. Someone you could bring here. Someone whose... length...." he coughed.... "you can suck safely. Only then can we move to the next Chapter. Everything you’ve practiced so far is introductory. We haven’t even started the real sexual teaching." His voice lowered, almost a whisper. "There’s still a long way to go."

Gabe inhaled deeply, shoulders straightening. "Everything that happens in your office is kept a secret, right?"

His tone grew serious, eyes sharp. "I might want to get rid of my husband, but for now I’m still legally married. If I have anything sexual with another man, it counts as cheating. Unless"....his gaze pinned Alex

....."my therapist keeps everything that happens here a secret he’ll take to his grave."

"Exactly." Alex nodded too quickly, swallowing again. "Bring whoever you want. Just make sure the man can keep things private. If anything gets out, the blame is on you and him. I’ll have no part in it."

Will you even allow me to bring another man here? Gabe smirked inwardly. What if I do more than just suck his length? Will you be able to cope, dear therapist?

"Well, the problem is..." Gabe sighed heavily, leaning back. "I don’t have anyone I trust. Anyone I bring might run their mouth about whatever happens here."

"That’s... tough," Alex admitted, relieved and tense all at once. "So what are you going to do?"

"Oh, I have someone," Gabe answered casually.

Alex instantly straightened in his seat. "You do?"

"Mhm." Gabe’s eyes gleamed with mischief. "Someone perfect. Someone who will never tell a soul. Someone whose body is already reacting to me on a normal day but tries too hard to pretend otherwise." He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Someone who just needs a little push to break."

Alex blinked. "And since you said their body is reacting, then you already won. You just need to approach them. Who is it? Maybe I can even help talk to them since they’re the perfect person. Someone trustworthy."

Gabe’s lips curled slowly.

"The person," he said, pausing deliberately, "is you."

Alex froze.

Shock....pure and electric shot through him, stiffening his spine. His eyes widened, terror and desire crashing all at once inside them.

"The perfect person I should practice on is you," Gabe continued, voice calm and certain. "The person whose body is already reacting to me..."

He reached down, fingers brushing Alex’s wrist before pulling the pillow away....slowly, deliberately.

"...the person who’s stubbornly holding himself back instead of letting me use what I’ve learned..."

The pillow fell to the floor.

Alex’s hardened length completely exposed, standing at attention making Gabe swallow hard as he couldn’t help imagining it going down his throat.

"...the person who would never reveal anything that happens here," Gabe finished softly. "Is you, Alex."

Alex’s breath hitched, chest rising sharply, his eyes locked on Gabe like he had just stepped into a forbidden land he can’t escape.

And of course you might have escaped once before all thanks to that stupid doctor but then never again. Gabe declared internally.