Trouble & the Wallflower (17 page)

And when was Davy able to let go of his mother’s weird social conditioning and not flip out over one guy’s snarky bullshit? He knew as soon as he’d arrived at the restaurant that Nate wasn’t happy to see him, but what else was new? Everyone said Nate was just bitchy, but he seemed to have it in for Davy. Although Davy could be imagining that. He still sucked with social cues. Could be that he just couldn’t handle snarky jokes, though he was pretty sure with the way everyone reacted that they hadn’t been jokes.

Damn if Davy didn’t hate his social ineptitude. It made dating Gavin awkward, since Gavin was a social creature. Davy felt guilty any time Gavin declined an offer to go out in favor of sitting around while Davy did homework, or got carryout rather than going to dinner with friends.

After their first road bumps, despite the guy’s reputation, Gavin turned out to be a solid guy. He still had his moments—he was still a bit of an asshole—but no one was perfect.

Davy scooted closer to Gavin, laid his head on Gavin’s shoulder, and hooked an arm around his naked waist. Davy kept his hips away from Gavin’s body, his morning erection raging at the nearness of all that nakedness—Gavin’s nakedness. He resisted the urge to lick around the tattoos on Gavin’s chest. Gavin looked so tired lately. This was the latest Davy had known either of them to sleep in in a while, so he didn’t want to wake Gavin until it was absolutely necessary.

Apparently Gavin was already awake, though, because he wrapped the arm Davy was lying on around Davy’s back and grabbed Davy’s ass, then pulled him against his side. Davy closed his eyes and hissed as his cock made contact with Gavin’s hairy thigh. It was a delicious sensation, and Davy’s balls drew up, threatening to end any hope of further morning fun. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy just feeling every sensation.

“Mmmm,” Gavin mumbled. His voice was sleep roughened and deep. Damn, it was sexy. Davy opened his eyes to see Gavin looking at him with open lust, which was even sexier with sleep-swollen features and bedhead. Davy moved the hand he had wrapped around Gavin’s waist to cup Gavin’s heavy balls. Gavin arched into his touch. Davy smiled and kissed Gavin’s shoulder, jaw, then cheek.

Gavin turned his head to capture Davy’s mouth with his. It wasn’t rough, just a lazy morning kiss with a hint of arousal and full of welcoming affection. The kiss didn’t last long. Gavin pushed Davy on his back and rolled on top of him. Davy stopped Gavin’s rutting, wrapping his arms around Gavin’s lower back and hugging them together tightly. Gavin stilled as Davy burrowed into his chest, placing gentle kisses on his throat. Davy just wanted to hold him close for a minute and for a second thought Gavin might break the embrace. He let out a contented sigh as Gavin relaxed into him, wrapping his arms around Davy’s shoulders and holding him tightly.

Davy smiled against Gavin’s shoulder, enjoying the smell of Gavin’s skin and the pleasant scent drifting from the sheets that smelled of them together. Davy had never felt as content as he did now, safely hidden from the world in the bubble that was him and Gavin together, embracing, skin-to-skin.

Gavin tugged Davy’s hair, pulling Davy’s head back gently. He had the sexiest grin spread across his face. Davy wondered how he’d ever found that cocky bastard annoying. Right now, just the hot breath gusting across his cheek shot electric thrills straight to his cock.

Gavin leaned down and kissed Davy on the lips, then his chin. From there, Gavin licked a blazing-hot line to Davy’s Adam’s apple where he started licking in swirls and sucking. Davy never thought he’d be turned on just from having someone suck on his Adam’s apple, but Gavin’s tongue was so skilled that every swirl felt like a twist on the head of Davy’s cock. Davy’s hips canted up involuntarily and Gavin sat up, looking pleased with himself.

“I’m gonna suck you,” Gavin said very matter-of-factly.

“Okay.” Davy barely got the words out around the lust clogging his throat. He found his voice enough to say, “I want to suck you too.”

Gavin’s nostrils flared. That obviously pleased him. He nodded, chest heaving with every heavy breath as he ran a thumb over Davy’s bottom lip in a way that raised goose bumps over Davy’s whole body. Davy reached up and traced the single sparrow tattooed on Gavin’s left pec. He sucked Gavin’s thumb into his mouth and bit it lightly. Gavin stared at him through half-lidded eyes. Davy moved his fingers down from the tattoo and pinched Gavin’s nipple. Gavin closed his eyes, sighing at the contact. Davy patted Gavin’s hip, impatient to taste him again.

He found that his thoughts often turned to the taste of Gavin in his mouth. Gavin’s tongue, Gavin’s skin, Gavin’s cock. Davy had never been so addicted to something as he was to the taste of Gavin. The thought of anyone else ever having tasted him burned him to the core with jealousy. It was almost enough to make him tie Gavin up in his apartment and keep him around forever. Just so no one else would ever have
this
, what they were doing now, with Gavin ever again. He wasn’t sure when he’d become so fucking possessive.

When Gavin turned, offering his proud, lovely cock, Davy sucked it down greedily, not hesitating to take it right into his throat, getting a pleased “Fuuuuuuck” from Gavin. If Davy could have managed a smile, he would have, but Gavin’s girth wouldn’t allow it. Davy sucked and used his throat muscles to work Gavin’s cock and hummed his satisfaction when Gavin took him into the wet heat of his mouth. They started fucking each other’s mouths in earnest. Gavin kneaded Davy’s ass with his long, elegant fingers. Davy came off Gavin’s cock with a sucking pop and gave a moan before laving Gavin’s balls, swirling each of them around in figure eights.

Davy inhaled the musk of Gavin’s arousal, and his own cock throbbed and swelled in Gavin’s expert mouth. Gavin swirled his tongue around the crown of Davy’s cock and applied a strong suction just to the head, using his lips to create a steady friction that had Davy squirming. Davy used his hands to part Gavin’s asscheeks. Gavin had the most beautiful ass Davy had ever seen. Two perfect, round globes that were meaty and firm, the kind of ass that looked good no matter how baggy the pants Gavin wore.

Davy licked in circles, making a path with his tongue from Gavin’s taint to his entrance. Davy spit on Gavin’s hole, then licked the wetted muscle, lapping and jabbing until it yielded enough that the tip of his tongue slipped in a fraction. Gavin pushed his ass back into Davy’s face. This time Davy could smile at Gavin’s reaction, and he did.

Gavin stopped sucking for a moment, just stroking Davy’s cock and rocking back into the thorough rim job Davy was giving him. Davy eased his hand into the mix, massaged Gavin’s taint with his forefingers, and pushed his thumb into Gavin’s entrance.

“Davy. Don’t stop, baby. So good. You drive me wild,” Gavin said through what sounded like gritted teeth. Gavin started grinding his cock on Davy’s chest, then took Davy back into his mouth and sucked with a vengeance.

He continued fingering Gavin in all his most sensitive areas.

Lust took Davy over completely as he began fucking Gavin’s throat with sharp upward jabs. Gavin just kept grinding down and back on him. Davy delivered a hard smack to Gavin’s meaty ass, and Gavin moaned from somewhere deep inside, the vibrations bringing Davy’s orgasm on him full force.

“Fuck, Gav. I’m coming. Fuck. I’m coming!” Davy yelled. Gavin didn’t let up, just kept sucking hard. Davy kept sinking his thumb into him, the heat goading his orgasm on as he emptied his balls down Gavin’s throat. Davy couldn’t stop the loud “Holy shit!” he hollered. He kept up his ministrations with his hands through the spasms of his body until Gavin went stiff, mashing his cock so hard on Davy’s chest it had to hurt, then shot thick ropes of creamy come.

Before Davy could wrap his mind around it, Gavin flipped himself around and started licking his come off Davy’s chest, every once in a while catching a nipple with his tongue. Davy stared at Gavin as he licked his own come from his lips, then moved in for a salty kiss. Davy carded his fingers through Gavin’s soft hair, reveling in the taste of them together. The taste of their kiss and their come commingling. It was the most erotic, intimate moment of Davy’s life and he never wanted it to end.

Until the alarm went off.

“Dammit,” Davy complained.

Gavin looked down at him, eyes still half-lidded, mouth stretched and red from the brutal fucking it had received. Gavin stretched over to the bedside table to shut off the alarm, then turned breathlessly to Davy. “We are so doing that shit again.”

A laugh burst out of Davy that he continued all the way to the shower. God, he loved that man.

T
HE
FOLLOWING
Thursday dawned bright and sunny, but as was common no matter the time of year in Seattle, the sky had gone gray and overcast by midday with light sprinkles misting enough to make the people walking on the sidewalk outside the shop open their umbrellas. Davy’s day had been entirely too slow for his liking. For the tourist-heavy month of June, he’d seen no one out at the market, and the water-view park across the street was empty save for a few random homeless people camping out on the picnic tables under the pavilion.

The rustle of pages being turned took Davy’s attention from the outside world, and he chose to focus instead on his sexy boyfriend, who was doing homework in a corner booth. Gavin had started spending even more time with him. Davy had mentioned to Gavin that he felt bad sucking him into Davy’s hermit lifestyle, but Gavin brushed it off, saying maybe he’d outgrown the need to constantly go out. Davy wasn’t convinced, but it was nice to see Gavin deep in thought over his Art History textbook, there if Davy wanted a quick kiss or to sit with him on a break.

Davy looked up at the clock to see it was a quarter ’til four. “Hey, Gav,” Davy said. Gavin looked up from his work. “Henry said I could close up at four since it’s slow.” It wasn’t unusual for them to close early on slow days, and Davy wasn’t complaining. He could live without working his scheduled double that would have lasted until nine. He was more than eager to get out of the shop and spend some time with Gavin that might include kissing and tongues and groping.

“Need help?” Gavin asked, pulling Davy out of his dirty thoughts. Gavin smiled at him knowingly.

Davy cleared his throat. “If you’ll lock the door and switch off the open sign, I’ll finish up back here. Shouldn’t take long.” Since it hadn’t gotten very busy that day, Davy didn’t have any cleanup other than the few tins he’d used to make shakes for a group of elderly tourists earlier in the day.

After washing the tins, Davy came around the counter with the broom to sweep under the tables.

“Hey!” Gavin yelled, startling him.

Davy turned, wide-eyed, to him. “What the hell?”

“I love this song.” Gavin pointed at the speaker hanging in the corner.

Davy so often tuned out the oldies station that he hadn’t noticed what was playing. “
You
like Aretha Franklin?” Davy looked at him incredulously. Usually in Gavin’s truck Gavin played rap or indie rock bands that Davy had never heard of.

Gavin grabbed the broom from Davy and threw it in a corner, then pulled Davy by the hand to the middle of the room. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

That was for damn sure. And an even bigger surprise was when Gavin started belting the words to “Hooked on Your Love” with Aretha. “Hooked on your love, sweet lovin’…,” Gavin sang.

Davy blinked. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised. He guessed it would make sense for Gavin to be into older music with his love for all things “old-school.” But Motown? Davy laughed as Gavin put him into a spin, then pulled him back against him, clasping him tight and grinding their hips together.

Davy was mesmerized by Gavin’s golden singing voice. He could have sworn he’d heard him sing before, so how had he not noticed that rich baritone? Even though he was being completely silly, Gavin still sang the song beautifully. This time Gavin separated them and spun under their joined arms, then came back to Davy, ass to Davy’s crotch, as he swayed them. Davy laughed at Gavin’s sweet abandon as they danced together.

By the end of the song, they were both laughing and Davy was feeling light as air. Davy stopped, completely taken with the joy on Gavin’s face. Gavin smiled so serenely at him, eyes full of happiness. “God, I’m so in love with you, Davy Cooper.”

Davy blushed, but smiled back. His heart was so light in that moment. It was such a sweet feeling.

Gavin kissed him, then held him close as they rocked to a slower Nat King Cole song. Gavin’s arms felt so strong and sure around his waist. Davy was finding it harder and harder to pick a favorite of his moments with Gavin, but he knew this one would rank right up at the top.

After a while of swaying and a few slow kisses, getting lost in their bubble, they started becoming impatient, and Davy could feel Gavin’s hardness against his thigh. Davy regretfully pulled out of the embrace.

“Okay, I gotta finish up,” he said, trying to be the voice of reason, though he really didn’t want to. He laughed at Gavin when Gavin poked out his bottom lip in a pout. “You’re ridiculous.” God, he loved how comfortable he was with Gavin. He’d never felt so free or open around someone. “We’re just lucky I already clocked out. It’ll take five minutes to finish up.”