Bad Attitude (21 page)

Jamie’s arm went back around Gavin’s shoulders. “Whoa.” His voice held a trace of a surprised breath. “Don’t tell me watching those two is getting you revved up.” He jerked his chin at the couple in the chair across from them.

Turning to face Jamie, Gavin moved his hand up a few more inches, whispering, “No, thinking about your cock is. Want me to show you?”

Although Gavin’s fingers were still an inch from their goal, he felt the pulse of blood hit Jamie, the heat and the ache of arousal in the breath Jamie panted in his ear. “Jesus, Gavin, should have known you’d be…”

“Hungry to stretch my mouth around your dick?” Gavin suggested.

“Huh? Fuck, I forgot, uh—”

Gavin’s palm landed on the bulge in Jamie’s jeans.

Jamie’s hips twitched, grinding him up into the pressure, voice almost as deep as Quinn’s as he grunted. Then he took a tight grip on Gavin’s wrist and yanked his hand away. “Fuck, should have known you’d get off on the risk of public sex.”

“You didn’t seem to mind it in front of my friends.”

“You might have noticed everyone here still has his clothes on.”

Gavin wasn’t certain about Marco and Silver, but he had to concede the rest of the point. “We could go somewhere.” The bathroom or outside. Despite the mist, it was warm enough. Right now Gavin needed the proof. Needed to know that at least with his hands and mouth and cock and body, he could make Jamie forget everything but him.

Jamie held on to Gavin’s wrist and stood, but leaned down as if about to kiss him. “Or you can build up a nice load in your balls, thinking about what’s going to happen when we get back to my place.”

“Could have both.” Gavin breathed the words onto Jamie’s soft, full lips. Jamie wasn’t pinning Gavin down, he could have moved that extra half inch, but he wanted Jamie to take it, that would be the proof Gavin begged for.

“Uh-uh. Not the way I want it. Gonna take you apart with this big fat cock you like. Make you lose your mind when you come.”

Arousal hit sharp and hard inside. Gavin regretted Jamie being too tired for phone sex last night. He clearly was skilled at verbal seduction.

Jamie released his wrist and looked down at Gavin’s crotch with a smile. “Yeah. Think about that.” He wandered off in the presumed direction of the kitchen.

The couple in the chair was making out now, their teasing argument lost in such an overt display of affection that Gavin couldn’t stand the sight anymore.

He didn’t want Jamie to have reason to think Gavin was unable to function on his own, so he went out the front door again, taking a deep breath of sticky air. He’d expected solitude, but what he got were the frantic tones of a hushed argument.

Marco’s tones were placating, Silver’s full of frustrated urging as they whispered loudly over the hood of a boxy sedan that appeared to be held together by strings of rust and a copious quantity of tape.

Silver spotted Gavin first, crossing quickly. “Hey, Gavin, right?”

Gavin stepped off the stoop and met him near the car.

Once Silver had reached Gavin’s side, the slender body made a seductive slide against Gavin’s hip. “I kinda need a ride.”

“You need—” Marco’s eyes widened. “I thought—”

“What’s the problem?” Gavin shifted an inch away.

“Family emergency,” Silver said. “But Marco’s car won’t start.”

“Whose family?”

“Mine,” they said in unison. Silver rolled his eyes. “Look. Can you get me downtown? Or at least to a metro stop? Like now.”

Gavin had thought the icy disdain in Silver’s voice had resulted from disgust over the Biblical nature of the missing guest’s name. Gavin had his own history of shame and anger with the church, though he suspected Zebadiah was probably not often bestowed on Catholics. Seeing the fear—no panic—in Silver’s eyes, Gavin knew there was much more than that at stake now.

“Am I supposed to stand around holding my balls while you waltz off with some rich trick?” Marco snapped. “I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing here.”

“Can I propose a potential solution?”

“Is it fast?” Silver asked.

“I hope so.” Gavin turned toward the house.

“Please. No.” Silver grabbed Gavin’s arm. “You can’t tell Eli. Or Quinn. I just—I’ll start walking.”

However unwitting his step into someone else’s mess had been, Gavin couldn’t refuse the desperation in those pale eyes any more than he could ignore Annabelle’s cocked head and plaintive look. “Give me two minutes. No Eli, I promise.”

Chapter Fourteen

Jamie listened to Quinn give directions to the lost teacher with the weird name.

“Then don’t get back on 83.” Quinn’s voice held an above-average amount of irritation.

“Where is he?” Jamie asked.

Quinn moved the phone away from his mouth but didn’t cover it. “Towson. He got confused in the construction and ended up going the wrong way on the Beltway.”

“Put him on North Charles—” Jamie held out a hand. “Here, give me it.”

“Be my control freak of a guest.” Quinn handed off the phone, ignoring Jamie flipping him off.

Once Jamie figured out where the guy was, he got him onto 139, only one other turn to get him to Quinn’s. He handed back the phone. “It’ll take him longer, but at least he’ll get here. Hey, kid, we gonna eat or what?”

Eli pulled a sheet of toasted garlic bread from the oven, and Jamie’s mouth started watering.

“Why? Eager to get on to something else tonight?” Eli put the pan on top of the stove.

Eli had already busted Jamie’s balls when he dragged him into the kitchen when they got here. Jamie had responded that not everyone was lucky enough to nail somebody worth more than the collected value of the entire suburb.

“You got that right.” Jamie swiped a piece of garlic bread, ignoring the burn on his fingers. “Tell me, Eli, how sad is it that you have to sublimate all your youthful horniness by cooking and keeping house ’cause you live with old stick-in-the-mud? What are you guys down to, twice a week?”

“Not everyone’s got a hair-trigger, Quickdraw,” Quinn said.

“My man can go all night,” Eli confirmed, shaking his ass as he bent to pull a huge tray of lasagna out. As Quinn carried it into the dining room, Eli said, “I still can’t believe you held out on me. Do you know what kind of stakes I could have gone for betting Quinn that you’d walk in here with Gavin Fucking Montgomery? Not only that, but start cuddling him on the couch like lovers? That would have been good for a month of blowjobs.”

“What’s with everyone and the L word? I’ve known him maybe two months. I like him, like being with him, yeah, but—”

“Hey, Gavin,” Eli said with a big smile.

Jamie shut his eyes for a second before turning around. How much of that had Gavin heard? Not like Jamie would be likely to find out. People thought Jamie didn’t like talking about feelings.

“Can I borrow you for a minute, Jamie?” Gavin asked. “I promise not to upset the groundwork for any future wagers.”

“Wait, Gavin. Sorry. That was all me,” Eli said. “Jamie only did me a favor by keeping Quinn out of the loop. We like to play these games, see, and Quinn likes to think he’s the one in charge but—”

“Shut up, Eli.” Jamie would do damage control later. Though it wasn’t as if he’d said anything he hadn’t already told Gavin.

“What’s up?”

“Come outside with me.” Gavin spoke under his breath.

Jamie shoved a hand in Gavin’s back pocket. “We’re waiting on that, remember?” Much more ball-busting from his friends and Jamie would need a cup for protection.

Gavin pulled Jamie’s hand away. “Not like that. The kids need some help.”

“Kids?”

Gavin muttered a quick explanation as he led Jamie to the door. “Look, I don’t know why but Silver is…frantic, for want of a better word.”

“Probably some stupid ex-boyfriend drama. Even in a city this size, karma’ll get you.” Jamie followed him out.

“It strikes me as extreme for issues with a previous lover.”

Jamie snorted and shook his head. “Try watching the news sometime. Half of what a cop does is deal with extreme issues with a previous lover. ’Specially when you’re fishing people out of the Patapsco.”

Gavin directed his attention to the current drama rather than react to the comment about his own past errors.

“Can you fix it?” Silver asked as soon as Jamie got within whispering distance.

“Don’t have X-ray eyes.” Jamie looked at the other one, Marco. “You, pop the hood. When he tells you…” he jerked a thumb at Gavin, “…start it.”

“It won’t start,” Marco whined.

“Yeah, well I can’t fix it if I don’t hear why it won’t start, so just shut up and do what I tell you.”

Marco slid into the driver’s seat and released the hood.

“You…” Jamie pointed at Silver, “…Quinn’s garage, side door, never locked. I need a wrench and a screwdriver, straight head.”

Silver hesitated a minute.

“You want to wait around a bit longer?” Jamie asked.

Silver sprinted down the driveway.

With the hood propped open, Jamie stared at the remains of the ’87 Escort’s engine. The radiator hose was taped, rust and acid caked the battery and the plugs. Jamie glanced over at Gavin and nodded. The kid turned the key to a solid click.

“Well, that sucks,” Jamie said, checking the battery connections.

“What do you think?” Gavin stood at his shoulder.

“I think they’re fucked if it’s the starter.” Jamie lifted his head from the engine. “Why do you care?”

Gavin shrugged. “Seemed like an interesting pre-dinner show.”

But that wasn’t it. That intent look reminded Jamie of Gavin picking through the books at the hospice, trying to find a short mystery he could share with Mrs. Constantine.

“Yeah, right.” Jamie turned his attention back to the engine, poking at another piece of rust.

“Why do you?”

In truth, Jamie didn’t. Silver and Marco were old enough to deal with whatever shit had been stirred up. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d helped a stranded motorist while he wasn’t officially on duty, but that wasn’t why he was hoping it wasn’t the starter but the solenoid so he could jump it. He wanted to be a hero in front of Gavin, and that hadn’t played a part in any decision Jamie had made since…Colton.

Silver was back with the wrench and three screwdrivers which he shoved into Jamie’s hands.

Jamie knocked off some of the corrosion on the battery terminals, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t it. He followed the battery cable down to the solenoid.

“Damn, should have asked for a—” A spotlight appeared on his hand, and he looked up to see Gavin holding his phone as a flashlight.

“Thanks.” Jamie glanced behind Gavin. “Silver, when I signal, have Marco start it, and pray to sweet baby Jesus it works, okay, because I’m only doing it once.”

“Sweet baby Jesus?” Gavin muttered.

“That’s about all the kid can do. Might as well keep him occupied.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Jump the solenoid.”

“Sounds kinky.”

Jamie found himself laughing as he wiped his hands on the back of his shirt to cut down on conductivity from sweat and mist.

“Wait a minute,” Gavin said. “Is this dangerous?”

Jamie touched the top metal part of the screwdriver to the positive prong on the solenoid and lowered the tip toward the other terminal.

“Okay, Silver.”

Marco turned the key.

The shock hit his bones, buzzing his hands, feet, jaw before he saw the spark jump and heard the starter motor move. It was less than a second before the engine caught, but it felt like ten with the juice riding his system.

He jerked back and tossed the screwdriver away before slamming down the hood. He leaned in the driver’s window to tell Marco, “Whatever you do, don’t stall it. You need a new solenoid. The starter motor’s fine.”

“Thanks. C’mon, Silver.”

Jamie looked up to see Silver laying a wet one on Gavin.

“Thank you for everything.” Silver ran to the passenger seat, and with one last wave they were gone.

“I save their asses and you get kissed?”

“Got a number too.” Gavin reached into his pocket.

“Lucky you.”

“Not really.” Gavin wiped his mouth. “I saw the spark.” He touched Jamie’s hair. “Are you okay?”

Jamie patted his head. It did feel a little like a bad case of hat head.

“I’m fine. It’s only twelve volts. Had a worse burn from the garlic bread.” He shook out his still-tingling hand.

“That definitely deserves a kiss.”

“I did eat the garlic bread,” Jamie said.

“I don’t really care.”

The first brush of lips reminded Jamie that he hadn’t been the last one to kiss Gavin. The foreign taste prompted a burning tension in Jamie’s spine that he didn’t have time to identify as jealousy before he grabbed Gavin’s neck and kissed the fuck out of him in front of Quinn’s little quiet piece of suburbia.

Remembering Gavin hadn’t shown any more interest in repeat attention from Silver than Jamie had, he let him go. “Are you sure me risking what I’ve got left in the way of brain cells isn’t worth a hero’s blowjob?”

“You’re the one who wanted to wait.” Gavin stuffed his hands in his front jean pockets.

“Right.” Jamie picked up the screwdrivers and wrench. “Gavin, you know, Eli, about that, all he asked was that I not tell Quinn I was seeing someone. I didn’t bet him I could—”

“Fuck me?”

“I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t have done it from the beginning, and I definitely wouldn’t do it now that—”

“You know what a great lay I am?” Gavin suggested.

“Christ, could you let me finish a sentence?”

Gavin jammed his hands deeper in his pockets.

“If you heard that, you heard what else I said too. I like being with you.”

“But?”

“But what?” Jamie asked.

“You said to your friend ‘I like being with him, yeah, but—’”

“But nothing.” Jamie spread his arms wide then realized he was still holding Quinn’s tools. “I already told you that stuff. I know I’m obstinate as fuck, it’s been in more than one performance review. I wouldn’t be spending time with you if I didn’t want to be.” He took a deep breath. “I gotta go put these away.” Jamie started off down the driveway.