New Life : A Second Chance

Lance was busy cleaning the apartment, shaking his head at all the clothes strewn about. Gareth was a slob, really.

No, that was not accurate and not being fair on him.

Lance was just a neat freak.

Everything had to be in its place.

Gareth, on the other hand, was the extremely laid-back type of guy that seemed to do things without thinking. He didn't hang his clothes on the rack but placed it at the back of his chair.

He didn't really bother to make his bed … well, not properly anyway, as the corners were not tucked in properly or the pillows were not fluffed.

It wasn't messy, but it wasn't neat.

Gareth was also the type that - despite his sharp mind at work, was like an empty vessel at home.

He would also say the first thing that comes to his mind, or do things without rhyme or reason.

Like right now, for instance.

He was showering in the bathroom but he had his phone with him.

Efficiency, he said.

He would be using one hand to hold the phone out of the reach of the water from showerhead, look at his work emails and notifications while brushing his teeth then soaping himself.

The first time Lance saw him do this, he had been utterly flabbergasted.

Just how clean could you really get like that?

"Come on," Gareth said with a smile, "I have been doing this for years. Look, I soap like this with one hand and …"

Gareth went on to show exactly how he did it and Lance couldn't refute the fact that despite how it sounds, Gareth was meticulous in bathing.

Lance did try to stop him from bringing his phone in, at least, but it was to no avail. It was as if that phone was a part of his limb. Without it, he was really lost.

In the end, Lance gave up.

Lance had his back to the bathroom as he was folding the blanket when he felt himself being hugged from behind. Gareth hugged him tight, leaning his head on Lance's shoulder.

There were still some droplets of water on his body, and Lance could feel the back of his shirt getting wet. Worse, Gareth's hair was still dripping wet and he could feel the water dripping down his neck.

"Gareth," hissed Lance, "I swear to all that is good and holy, you're really like a kid."

Gareth hugged him tighter and said, "No, I'm not."

"You're so needy," Lance admonished him, but there was no real disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e in his voice. There was even a ghost of smile on his face as he put his hands on Gareth's hands, that were holding him tightly.

"Am not," Gareth refuted, as he started kissing the back of Lance's neck.

"Stop it," Lance scolded him, hitting the back of Gareth's hands as he felt his knees getting weak.

"Dry yourself properly. You'll catch a cold like this," Lance told him as he tried to evade Gareth's lips.

Of course, he couldn't and Gareth started taking small bites on Lance's neck while his hand slipped down into Lance's pants.

"Gareth!" Lance hissed, "I'm serious!"

"So am I," Gareth said softly, turning Lance around and started to kiss him. He had one hand behind Lance's neck while the other was holding Lance's hands, intertwining his fingers with Lance's.

Lance struggled as he tried to resist that offending tongue entering his mouth but to no avail. Gareth f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y pushed through, devouring the insides of Lance's mouth swiftly and thoroughly.

As he continued his assault, Gareth pushed forward, causing Lance to step back. The back of his leg hit the bed and he fell backwards, Gareth on top of him. Just as Gareth was beginning to get more aggressive, he suddenly found himself being flipped and now, it was Lance above.

In fact, Lance was straddling him and was now the one who was in control of the kiss.

When they broke the kiss, both of them were breathing hard. Lance stared at Gareth, sitting on top of him and Gareth showed a pitiful face, "Oh come on, Lance." 𝘧𝑟𝘦𝒆w𝚎𝙗nov𝘦𝗹.𝐜o𝓶

Lance raised an eyebrow and smirked, "It was a nice attempt, but no."

"What da ya mean -" Gareth began before his lips were claimed again by Lance. He felt the towel around his waist being unravelled and cold air hit his inner t.h.i.g.h.

He heard the unbuckling of a belt and he g.r.o.a.n.e.d inwardly as he felt his hard c*ck being held gently, with the tip being c.a.r.e.s.sed softly.

Lance stopped kissing him for a while, looking at Gareth in the eye as he continued to stroke his c*ck, saying, "Now, be a good boy and listen to me next time."

Gareth gulped and Lance kissed him again before entering.

Soon, the bed was creaking.

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Gareth was sulking.

He had his back to Lance, while hugging his bolster.

He shivered when he felt Lance touch his back, but he refused to give in.

No, he won't. 𝐟𝓇ℯ𝒆we𝒃𝘯𝒐νe𝑙.co𝚖

Not this time.

"It was my turn," Gareth mumbled, as he felt Lance touch his b.u.t.t.

"Yes, but you know the rules," Lance said, as he ran his hands all over Gareth's *ss and then up his waist, "If you don't listen, then it doesn't count."

Gareth turned to protest, only to have his lips sealed. He put his hand on Lance's n.a.k.e.d c.h.e.s.t, intending to push him away but as usual, he found he couldn't.

It wasn't that Gareth was physically weaker than Lance, but he always found himself unable to do so. Each time he tried to be the more dominant one, he found that the normally soft, docile Lance became completely different.

And he always succ.u.mbed to that.

It was as if their roles became reversed in bed.

Out of it, Gareth was the more dominant one in the relationship but once it became physically intimate, Gareth lost.

Each and every time.

Of course, while they were caught in the throes of passion, Gareth was more than willing. There was just something so irresistible in such a dominant and aggressive Lance, that Gareth was like putty in his hands.

Yet, once it was all over, Gareth would always sulk a bit.

After all, he could lord over everyone at work, and in public, he could with Lance.?Behind closed doors, however, it's as a different matter altogether.

As Lance broke the kiss, Gareth huffed, "Fine. But next time, I'm on top."

"Sure," Lance agreed with a smile.