Trouble & the Wallflower (13 page)

No. This is what making love is.
He quieted at that thought. “Yes, Davy. It was awesome.” And he meant it.

He got out of bed, mind racing, and went to the bathroom for a towel. When he came back, he moved to wipe Davy’s stomach off. His dick perked up a bit seeing their come commingling on Davy’s flat belly, then threatened to get hard again immediately as he wiped down Davy’s thick cock.

Gavin’s brain wasn’t quite catching up with his horny body, though. He was nervous about all the feelings he had for Davy. He feared hurting him, and that was something he didn’t know how to handle. Neither Gavin nor his bed partners ever stuck around for cleanup, much less cuddling, so he didn’t know how the hell to handle himself right then.

Until he saw that Davy had lost his serene expression and was now chewing his bottom lip, seemingly uncertain.
Shit.
Gavin did the only thing he knew to do then, the only thing he wanted to do.

He crawled into bed and pulled Davy into his arms. He settled the covers over them, and after a kiss to Davy’s temple, which was warm and soft and smelled of Davy, he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

D
AVY
WOKE
slowly to the sensation of fingers fluttering over his chest, down his belly. His body shivered at the light contact. When he could focus clearly, he saw an obvious question in Gavin’s mischievous eyes. Gavin leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Davy’s lips. His hips canted, searching out the hand that never came quite close enough to his hardness.

“Gavin, please.” He knew his voice was whining, but damn, Gavin’s restraint was appreciated but unnecessary.

Gavin’s warm body pulled away after he gave a naughty chuckle. Then suddenly his cock was warm and wet and throbbing. A delicious friction pulled a tingling from deep inside his belly. His balls felt as though they were being sucked through his cock. His eyes popped open when a hum from Gavin sent nerve-shocking vibrations through his entire body.

He almost came instantly when he saw the wicked gleam in Gavin’s eyes and Gavin’s sexy lips wrapped around his cock. Nope. This was definitely not a dream. Gavin was artfully taking care of Davy’s morning wood, and Davy could do nothing but moan in satisfaction as Gavin used a hand to roll Davy’s balls in their sac.

Gavin’s head bobbed up and down. Davy had never seen anything as arousing as the column of his flesh disappearing into Gavin’s mouth. Gavin looked as though he was attempting a smile before he swallowed and took Davy deep into his throat. It took only a gentle massage of Gavin’s throat muscles and another tug to Davy’s balls to make Davy pant, “Gonna come! Fuck. Gavin.”

Gavin didn’t come up, though. He stroked Davy’s cock again with his throat and rolled Davy’s balls as Davy erupted. Davy groaned as spurt after spurt of his seed shot deep into Gavin’s throat. Davy’s gaze never left where Gavin’s lips were pressed around his cock, which was buried to the hilt inside his lover.

Gavin licked and suckled the head of Davy’s cock, cleaning him, until Davy could handle it no more. When Gavin came up for a kiss, Davy was breathless and sated, and Gavin could probably have gotten anything he wanted in that moment.

Davy loved tasting himself in Gavin’s mouth. He couldn’t imagine anything more erotic or more perfect than Gavin on top of him, knowing he was carrying a private piece of Davy inside him for only them to know about.

“I’ll do you,” Davy said once he’d gotten his breathing back to normal.

Gavin kissed him again. “No need. I got off just blowing you. I’ve wanted to taste you for so long. It was so not a disappointment.”

Davy knew he blushed. He wasn’t sure which made him hornier, but his cock attempted to rise again. Gavin clasped it in his hand and chuckled again. “I like how you respond to me, Davy.”

Davy was not good at dirty talk, so he just thrust into Gavin’s hand, but before he started anything else, he happened to catch a glimpse of the clock on the bedside table. He let out an unhappy whimper. “Damn.”

Gavin stopped what he was doing. “What’s wrong?”

“My uncle is coming into town today. He comes once a month to check up on me. He’ll be at my apartment in just a couple of hours and it’s a wreck. I need to go back and clean up. Soon.”

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to pick this up later.” Gavin dropped a chaste peck against Davy’s lips, then rolled off the bed to grab the towel he’d discarded the night before. He wiped his cock and Davy’s leg where Gavin had rubbed himself off while blowing him. Davy so badly wanted to pick up where they’d left off immediately after seeing that.

He was still amazed how much Gavin turned him on and vice versa. Davy couldn’t imagine why Gavin was so attracted to the awkward and shy kid from the soda shop, but he knew they were fucking hot together. He’d never felt anything like what they’d done the night before, and was even more surprised when Gavin seemed to stop whatever freak-out he’d been having after they’d finished and pulled Davy close. Davy had almost left during the night, not wanting to see Gavin flip out in the morning, but that was obviously not going to happen.
Yet.

“Want coffee? I can make some breakfast.”

Davy tried to tell Gavin not to trouble himself, but after he’d finished showering, Gavin corralled Davy into the kitchen where Ray was sitting at a table in the breakfast nook reading a newspaper. Ray looked about as stunned to see Davy stumble into the kitchen as Davy felt at still being there for breakfast. Gavin made Davy sit at the table, where Ray stared at Davy, making him squirm. When Gavin set a cup of coffee in front of Davy, then started scrambling eggs, whistling at the stove, Ray harrumphed and disappeared behind his paper again with a knowing grin.

Before Davy had time to put much thought into what Ray did and didn’t know about his night—and morning—with Gavin, Gavin placed plates of eggs, sausage, and toast in front of them. Davy and Ray eyed each other again, Ray smirking, looking so much like Gavin. Well, Davy supposed it was the other way around, technically, and Gavin looked so much like Ray that no one could deny their being related. Gavin pulled out a chair next to Davy and sat down with his own plate, then leaned to kiss Davy on the temple. Ray broke out into a bright smile, looking between them. When Davy blushed and chewed his lip, Gavin rolled his eyes, chuckling, and Ray laughed out loud. The laugh made Davy feel light. The world seemed right while Davy sat at that table with these two men.

“Oh, yeah, I like this one, boy. You did real good,” Ray said before tucking in to his food.

Davy looked to Gavin, trying to gauge his response. Gavin took a bite of his toast and winking, smirked at Davy. Damn these men for smirking their way into his heart. It scared the shit out of him while still making everything seem as it should.

“Best part of being finished with that damn radiation is being able to taste this food you whip up,” Ray said to Gavin.

The room silenced as if something had hit a Mute button on the world. Gavin’s shoulders squared and Davy could feel the despair radiating off him. While Davy did agree that this was an amazing breakfast—
who makes eggs taste like a miracle?
—
he was stunned by the mention of Ray’s cancer. Ray realized his faux pas immediately and reached out his hand to Gavin. Gavin jumped up from the table and dumped his breakfast in the trash, then disappeared down the stairs to his
room without a word. Ray turned to Davy, face scrunched up
apologetically.

Davy wasn’t sure why he found it so easy to comfort these Walker men, but he patted Ray’s hand that was still on the table. “It’s okay. He’s just sad. He’s going to miss you.”

Ray shook his head mournfully. “I know. That boy hasn’t had it easy. I tried to fight it for him. He needs watching.” Ray pinned Davy with a pleading stare. “I’ve never seen him bring home anyone, much less introduce him, have him sleep over, and cook for him. I can’t say as I’ve ever heard that boy whistle like fucking Snow White while he worked in the kitchen. I know it’s a lot to ask, especially knowing my Gavin, but I’m hoping you’ll consider being around for him, because I won’t be soon.”

Davy’s chest ached at the thought of losing this man, and he’d only just met Ray. He couldn’t imagine how Gavin felt. All he could do was nod in agreement. He could always
try
for Gavin’s sake.

Ray seemed fine with Davy’s response. “You’re a good kid, Davy.”

He wasn’t sure how Ray could make that assessment, but he didn’t contradict the man.

Gavin came up the stairs shortly thereafter, showered and in jeans, a T-shirt, and his ubiquitous beanie. Davy couldn’t help the fluttering that burst to life in his stomach, but it was pleasant and he didn’t mind.

“Ready to head out, Davy?”

Gavin still didn’t seem too chipper, but he was obviously in a better state of mind than he was before.

“Yeah. What should I do with my dish?” Davy held up his empty plate. “It was great, by the way. Thanks for breakfast.”

Gavin beamed at him. And there went Davy’s breath right out his lungs again.
You may just kill me this way, Gavin.

“I’ll get these dishes. You boys just go have some fun,” Ray said, taking Davy’s plate and heading for the sink.

“You need anything while I’m out?” Gavin asked.

Ray just waved him off and Gavin motioned for Davy to follow him.

“It was nice to meet you, sir,” Davy said before he went after Gavin.

Ray turned to him and nodded. “It’s Ray, boy. And don’t be a stranger.”

Davy patted his shoulder fondly. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

D
AVY
WAS
amused at Gavin’s offense when he told Gavin he didn’t have to stay and help clean his apartment. Gavin had only grunted his disapproval, then bustled into the kitchen to do dishes. Davy was oddly pleased every time he looked up to see Gavin still there doing domestic tasks. It felt so very couple-ish. They worked well together and the work got finished quickly. Davy hated Gavin seeing the mess he accumulated through the week and felt guilty whenever Gavin grumbled about how untidy something was, but any time he’d told Gavin to stop what he was doing he got a glare, so he’d resisted even trying anymore.

When they’d finished, Gavin ran out for takeout. They’d finished in time to enjoy a lunch together with a while to spare. Uncle Drew had text-messaged to say he was still an hour away by the time they’d finished eating, so they sat back on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, looking around, pleased at the immaculately clean apartment.

“Thanks for helping,” Davy offered.

“Shut up. It wasn’t a big deal.” Davy held back a smile.

“You didn’t have to,” Davy persisted.

“Whatever. I got to hang out with you.” Gavin stared at a spot on the wall.

Davy let his smile break free. That was exactly the reason he suspected Gavin had stayed, but it was nice to hear the words.

“Well, I really appreciate it,” Davy said. He leaned over and kissed the corner of Gavin’s mouth.

Gavin looked at him sideways. “You’re pretty good at that.”

Davy furrowed his brow. “At what?”

“Making me tell you what I’m feeling.”

Davy scoffed. “Nobody can make you do anything.”

Gavin shot him a highly unamused glare.

Davy laughed. “Maybe you just
want
to tell me those things, eh?”

Gavin started to protest, Davy could tell, but he stopped himself and shook his head. “Yeah. I guess. God help me, I want you to know how much I enjoy being around you.”

Davy took Gavin’s hand and quietly said, “I liked spending time with you too.”

Davy rolled his eyes at the sudden smugness that took over Gavin’s face. Davy put a stop to that by punching him in the arm.

“Hey!” Gavin rubbed his arm where Davy had hit him. “What was that for?”

“Every time I think you’re an ass that’s going to happen.”

“I better buy shoulder pads,” Gavin deadpanned.

“Probably.” Davy stood and started picking up the empty carryout containers from their lunch. When he returned, Gavin was chewing the inside of his cheek as though he had a question he didn’t know how to ask. “What’s up?”

Gavin was quiet for another moment before asking, “So what’s the deal with your uncle checking on you so often?”

Davy sighed, then plopped down on the daybed next to Gavin. “He worries about me. He lives in Ellensburg, thankfully. If he lived here he’d be here every damn day.”

“But why?”

“Oh, it’s nothing major. Ever since my mom died, he feels guilty that he couldn’t be around for me. He thinks I’m completely incapable of functioning. He’s not the only one, unfortunately.”

Gavin was thoughtfully silent. Davy thought maybe he was finished with his questions, but Davy didn’t know what to say next.

“Is there a reason? Are you sick?”

Oh, Gavin.

Davy placed a hand on Gavin’s thigh and rubbed it, trying to silence whatever monster was playing in Gavin’s head. “No, babe. I’m fine.” Gavin’s eyes widened in surprise at the endearment. Davy blushed and shoved on because he wasn’t sure why he’d called Gavin that. “My mom was agoraphobic. Severely. She’d always been anxious, but after my dad was killed in a robbery, she went off the deep end. I was so young I don’t really remember much before that, but I do remember her getting much more strict. She wouldn’t let me go out to play at first. Then she stopped letting me leave for groceries. She started homeschooling me, but I couldn’t go to any of the homeschool group meetings. My socializing went out the window before I was ten. Hence my inability to be a normal member of society.”