Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 14: My sucking technique.

"What?!" Alex’s eyes widened in pure shock as his breath caught in his throat. His hand instinctively pressed the pillow even harder against his lap, his knuckles whitening from the force. "What the fuck are you saying now?" he demanded, his voice breaking with a mix of panic and disbelief.

"Just joking, Mr. Alex," Gabe replied casually, followed by a burst of laughter that echoed through the quiet office. The sound was carefree....maddeningly carefree and it made Alex’s jaw clench in irritation.

Alex exhaled sharply, his pulse still racing, and finally loosened the grip he had on the pillow. His heart thudded violently in his chest as he tried to regain composure.

"Gotcha!" Gabe announced suddenly, his tone playful and reckless. Before Alex could react, Gabe reached forward and snatched the pillow away in one swift motion.

Alex’s face turned ashen. His body went rigid.

The air between them thickened as Gabe’s gaze dropped downward, landing squarely on the hard outline pressing against Alex’s trousers.

So huge... Gabe thought to himself, his lips parting slightly in awe. His cheeks flushed pink, but his eyes lingered shamelessly. I wonder how it would look if it were freed from those prison-tight trousers.

"Do you have a death wish?!" Alex roared, the words tearing out of him before he even realized it. Rage surged through his veins as he grabbed Gabe by the collar....no, by the neck and yanked him forward until their faces were just inches apart. His fingers dug into Gabe’s skin , his breathing rough, his eyes burning with fury. "Don’t you understand the concept called boundaries?!"

For a moment, Gabe just stared at him, lips parted, his pulse visible at his throat. Then, in the most unexpected, reckless tone imaginable, he whispered hoarsely, "Choke me, Daddy."

Alex froze mid-breath.

"Yeah..." Gabe continued with a teasing, sultry smirk, his voice dropping to a low purr. "I’d love to be choked by my husband this way while saying those same words to him."

Something in Alex snapped.

He released Gabe’s neck instantly as if burned, shoving himself backward with visible restraint. His chest heaved as he turned away, running a shaky hand through his hair.

When he finally spoke, his tone was calm.....but dangerously firm.

"I’m a Beta," Alex began, his words measured yet heavy with frustration. "And obviously, I’m not made of wood." He rose from the sofa, his posture stiff, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "Before you came here, I was involved in some very intense activities with my partner. My lover. He had just left a few minutes before my doctor arrived to check on me."

He exhaled deeply, forcing himself to maintain eye contact. "When I told you I was sick....it wasn’t exactly a lie. The truth is....I was exhausted, drained. That’s why I felt lightheaded. Because of how intense things were between us. Thinking about him is what causes my hardness. I’m sorry you had to witness that."

Gabe tried to control the amused curve tugging at his lips. Oh yeah, he thought smugly. My pheromones might not work on him since he’s a Beta, but I’m sure my charm is doing the job just fine. Why lie about it, though?

"Hello?" Alex’s voice cut through his thoughts sharply. "Are you here with me, Mr. Gabe? Do you understand what I just said?"

"Sure," Gabe replied quickly, flashing a wide, confident smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Since you’re being this way, why don’t I show you my skill, what I can do and then you can correct me if I’m wrong, maybe even teach me how to do it better."

Alex frowned, setting his glass of water down after taking a sip. "What kind of skill are we talking about now?" he asked warily, one hand resting on his hip.

Gabe’s grin widened. "My... technique," he said lightly, his tone filled with mischief.

Alex blinked, suspicious all while he grabbed a glass of water. "Technique?"

"Yes, my sucking technique." Gabe said, leaning back in his wheelchair with deliberate slowness.

Alex choked on his water. He coughed violently, setting the glass down before glaring at Gabe. "Can you not be inappropriate for five seconds?" he snapped hoarsely. "Have you never been to a therapy session before? Do you not understand what professional boundaries are?"

"Boundaries?" Gabe repeated softly, his expression dimming for the first time that afternoon. "I’m afraid not."

For a moment, Alex said nothing. The silence stretched between them until he finally exhaled and reached across his desk. "Here," he said quietly, tossing something toward Gabe.

Gabe caught it on reflex and blinked down at the object in his hand. "A banana?"

"Since you’re so insistent on demonstrations," Alex said dryly, folding his arms across his chest, "use that. It’s the closest thing you’ll get in this office. Besides some demonstration could work if that could save your marriage."

Gabe laughed lightly, spinning the fruit in his palm. "How about a cucumber instead? Stronger. More realistic." His expression was playful, almost innocent, but his tone carried an undertone that made Alex’s jaw tighten.

"I don’t have cucumbers lying around my office," Alex retorted, his voice taut. "That’s what you get. A big banana. Use it if you’re that eager. I might have gotten some cucumbers by the time you get here some other day." He looked away, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

Gabe’s smile softened as he looked at the fruit in his hands. Some other day, he thought. He says it like he doesn’t want me here, but his eyes tell another story.

"Alright then, Mr. Alex," Gabe said finally, his voice calm but laced with quiet challenge. "Watch carefully, okay? If there’s anything I’m doing wrong... you can correct me."

Alex’s pulse quickened. He didn’t know why, but something in Gabe’s tone felt dangerous. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

I can only blame my actions here on my rut. Me behaving this way around this shit head is because of my rut. I should be able to get over it though.

Gabe began the demonstration, moving with deliberate patience, his expression thoughtful as if he were focusing on a serious task. His eyes occasionally flicked toward Alex’s face, gauging his reaction.

Alex’s jaw clenched tighter. This is ridiculous, he told himself, trying to look away. He’s pushing my limits on purpose. But despite his best efforts, he couldn’t ignore the way the room suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier.

Damn it, he thought, shifting uncomfortably as his throat went dry. This is bad. He’s not even touching me, and yet....

He stopped the thought there, pressing his fingers against his temple as if to ward it off.

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Who do you like dear readers?

Alex or Gabe? And would you love to know about their life stories in the coming Chapters?