Trouble & the Wallflower (20 page)

“Fuck, yes. Fuck me hard, Davy. Just like that.” Gavin forced his ass onto the finger-fucking with a fierceness that surprised Davy. Davy did as he was asked, though. He continued licking around his fingers to lube the way, then built a hard, brutal speed, crooking his fingers before every outward motion.

By the time Davy took Gavin back into his mouth, Gavin’s body was limp, and he was babbling obscenities. Davy sucked hard, cheeks caving in with every upward pull of his mouth on Gavin’s girth. He wanted to give him this. Gavin needed him, and that was all that mattered to Davy right now. The look Gavin gave him as Davy took care of his needs made Davy feel indestructible and like the most important person in the world.

“Davy. Fuck, I’m gonna come, babe.” Davy stilled his fingers and crooked them over and over, using his other hand to stroke Gavin’s cock, and his mouth doing quick laps of each of Gavin’s balls. They pulled up under Davy’s tongue, and Davy felt the moment the tension snapped, a split second before Gavin fucking
roared
with his release. “Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck, fuck, Davy. Babe. Jesus Christ!”

Davy forced Gavin’s cock back into his gullet, eliciting another shout from Gavin as he shot himself into Davy, who kept a massage going with his fingers inside Gavin’s ass. Gavin unloaded everything he had, giving Davy a piece of himself that no one else had.
Mine.
Davy didn’t realize how turned-on he was just by the taste of Gavin and his name on Gavin’s lips until he lowered his hips to the bed, and with just one rub against the sheets Davy’s cock was shooting off. Davy sucked brutally on Gavin and moaned as he gave all he had to the point his balls ached.

“Goddamn, Davy!” Gavin grabbed Davy under the arms, pulled him up so they were face-to-face, and pilfered Davy’s mouth with his tongue. They made out hot and heavy until Davy eased his fingers out of Gavin’s ass, slowly, and then their kiss turned less demanding and more into a slow, loving, welcoming home. Gavin wrapped his arms and legs around Davy and held him tight, and Davy could swear the man was fighting tears. Davy’s chest hurt, his heart bleeding for Gavin.

Gavin eased out of the kiss and placed his forehead against Davy’s. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Gavin whispered brokenly. He opened eyes that were just a bit too bright for Davy’s heart to handle. “I love you, Davy.”

Davy choked on everything he wanted to say for fear he might make a fool of himself and cry
for
Gavin, if Gavin wouldn’t cry for himself. He felt considerably less tense underneath Davy, though.

“I love you,” Gavin said and kissed Davy’s cheek and pulled him into a hug. When had they gotten here? When had Gavin snuck in so far that Davy couldn’t imagine this man ever being anywhere but right here? Here in their bubble.

“Shh.” Davy rubbed Gavin’s hair, feeling him start to fall apart, the telltale wetness on Davy’s chest and Gavin’s quaking shoulders being all the clues Davy needed. “I love you too, Gav. I’m here.” Davy held Gavin tighter and waited until Gavin cried himself out and drifted into a restless sleep.

D
AVY
TRUDGED
up to his apartment. He’d had a long day. Actually he’d had a string of those days where he couldn’t keep things refilled long enough to keep up with the demand of the crush of customers in his line. He’d had to call in someone to help by the time the noon rush hit, and he’d had to stay on until close because the lines had never stopped.

The day had been sunny and beautiful, the market full of tourists, the water-view park standing room only. The tip jar had overflowed, so the employee he’d had to call in was well compensated for coming in early. He was thankful he’d had the help. Now he just wanted to crawl into his bed and die until morning. The next day was his day off, but if the last few days were an indicator of what was to come, he imagined he’d be called in tomorrow as well. He almost whimpered at the thought of another ten hours on his feet.

Why had he taken the job as GM, anyway?

Oh yeah. It was a salaried position. With benefits. With his mom’s survivor benefits, that meant he was much better off than other twenty-two-year-olds he knew. And in Seattle, that money was the difference between a decent apartment in town or a shitty room-share in SeaTac.

He shuddered at the thought of a roommate, especially a stranger. Although, in the last two weeks since Gavin’s mom had shown up and turned everything on its ear, Gavin had been crashing with Davy on his daybed, which grew more and more uncomfortable with two people having to share it. He was beginning to think he should have splurged on a bed. He had never expected anyone else to share his space with him, though, so he hadn’t planned accordingly.

When he opened the door to his apartment, the first thing he noticed was the smell of garlic. He sniffed the air appreciatively.

“Ohmigod, did you order Italian?” Davy asked, unable to keep the longing from his voice. He’d not had a chance to even eat lunch today.

Gavin laughed and came around from the kitchen area, then gave Davy a quick kiss. When he pulled back, he looked Davy over and frowned. “You look wiped.”

“Ugh. I am. Another day with no break.”

“Davy…,” Gavin scolded. Davy couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long time since he’d come home to be mothered. And Gavin was good at it. “You’re not supposed to smile when I’m fussing at you.”

Davy laughed. “It’s just that you sounded like my mother.”

“Awesome,” Gavin said drily. Davy placed a kiss on his thinned lips before wandering in to drop his book bag and keys in the corner. He rolled his shoulders, enjoying not having the weight on them. Gavin walked up behind him and kissed the nape of his neck.

“You gotta stop working so much, babe,” Gavin said.

“Says the trust-fund kid.”

Gavin punched Davy playfully. Davy knew he hadn’t dipped into the trust fund for anything other than school books or his vehicle, otherwise it still sat in the bank where he’d put a restriction on it so he couldn’t touch it ’til he was twenty-five. Davy was surprised at some of Gavin’s responsible decisions. They seemed so at odds with what people assumed of Gavin.

Davy plopped down on the daybed where Gavin had his homework spread out and stacked it neatly before sliding it next to his feet beneath the coffee table. Gavin wandered over with two beers and two plates piled high with chicken Alfredo from their favorite Italian eatery that delivered to Davy’s building.

“Beer and pasta. The two basic food groups,” Gavin said as Davy took a plate for himself. Gavin set his plate on the table and popped the top off a beer, then offered it to Davy. Davy took it, receiving another peck on the lips from Gavin. He found himself amazed at how affectionate Gavin could be. Especially since the intense night after Gavin’s mom had shown up and thrown Gavin into a tailspin. Gavin had truly opened up to Davy. Davy was okay being Gavin’s life raft right now. It was nice being needed. It had also been beautiful watching the change in Gavin as he got to know his little brother. Ollie and Gavin were so much alike it was freaky, and it often made Ray choke with emotion. Davy caught the old guy getting weepy a couple times and had sworn his secrecy.

“Oh, before I forget…,” Davy said. He took a long pull from his beer, then set it and his plate on the table and started rooting through his pockets. “Ah, here it is.” He pulled a key out and held it out to Gavin.

Gavin stared at it for a moment. “What’s that?”

Davy looked at the key, wondering if he’d hallucinated and pulled out a paper clip instead. He was exhausted enough he could imagine having done just that. But when he looked he saw that he did, in fact, hold a key. “Well, it looks like a key.”

“To what?”

Davy felt lost. “Um, my apartment?” Or was it? He wasn’t sure of much, and Gavin didn’t look much surer than Davy felt.

“Yeah, but why?”

“Well, Gavin, I figured you’re tired of having to wait at the shop for me to get off so you can come home, and I know you have to get sick of sitting around here all day on those that you don’t have class. This way you can come and go.”

Gavin looked at Davy then at the key. Davy was tired of this game and very hungry, so he took Gavin’s hand that wasn’t holding his beer, placed the key in his palm, and closed the fingers around it. Gavin opened his fingers and stared at the key. Davy sighed and turned to pick up his plate.

“That’s it?”

“What?” Davy said, exasperation at Gavin’s weirdness bleeding into his tone.

“It’s just for necessity? So I don’t have to wait on you?” Gavin asked, still looking at the key.

Davy sat, eyebrow quirked, wondering what the hell was wrong for a second until everything fell into place and he felt the proverbial lightbulb go on. “Oh!” Davy laughed.

Gavin turned and looked at him quizzically.

“Shut up, Gav. You know I want you to have a key. It’s exactly what it means. I just figured you already knew that since I let you stay here alone all the time. Geez.”

“So, you’re not just giving me a key. You’re
giving
me a key?”

“Geez, you weirdo.” Davy smiled fondly at Gavin, who was looking uncertainly at the key again. “Of course I am.” He leaned in and kissed Gavin on the cheek. When Gavin didn’t say anything, Davy wondered if, as usual, he’d misread Gavin’s signs. God, he wished he knew how social situations worked. He’d never given a guy his key. He didn’t know how the hell this worked and he was guessing he’d fucked it up. He looked at his plate and poked his fork around, suddenly losing his appetite to embarrassment. “That is, if you want it. You could always just give it back when you’re not staying here so much.” Davy said it quietly.

Davy didn’t know how, but suddenly he found himself flat on his back, Gavin in his face kissing his cheeks, lips, nose…. “What the—”

Gavin kept on with his ridiculous kissing until Davy squirmed his way from underneath him, laughing. “What the hell?” he asked he asked, taken… well, taken aback. Literally.

Gavin looked at him with a childlike smile, then held up the key. “You
gave
me your key!”

“Uh. Yeah?” Davy was just fucking with him now. He was excited that Gavin had wanted it to be a
key
. If he hadn’t been so damn tired lately, he’d have put on more of a show of giving the key, but he’d thought to stop after work today and didn’t want to forget the damn thing in his pocket.

Davy laughed as Gavin rolled him down onto the floor and kissed him, wet and sloppy.

Gavin pulled back, still smiling wide. “You’re fucking awesome, Davy Cooper.”

Davy blushed, but his cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

“Up. Up. Get up and eat,” Gavin said as he helped Davy up. “I’ve got dirty things to do to you.”

Davy knew Gavin probably heard him swallow. He wanted to ask if they could just skip dinner, but his stomach loudly protested that idea before he could even form the question.

They made quick work of eating. Davy didn’t even have to rush himself. As hungry as he was, he practically inhaled his food. When he finished his food and a second beer, he was afraid sex would be out of the question, though, as his tired muscles started dragging.

Gavin took his dishes from him. “You go shower. You look so tired it’s making my muscles ache too.”

“Sympathy aches?” Davy teased, but his humor was halfhearted at best. He was bone-weary.

“Go. Shower.” Gavin used a plate to point to the bathroom.

Davy huffed. “Yes, Mother.”

Gavin kicked Davy in the ass as Davy walked away.

W
HEN
D
AVY
stepped into the shower, he sighed as the warm water sluiced over his skin, carrying away the sweat and grime of his seemingly endless day. The more the spray relaxed his muscles, the more his body sagged. He had to put a hand against the tiled wall to hold himself up as his body lost its will to carry on.

He shook himself to perk up long enough to shampoo his hair and lather himself with body wash. He hadn’t even finished rinsing when he had to hold his arm out again to steady himself. He couldn’t believe how fast sleep was attempting to claim him. He let his eyes drift shut for just a moment.

He wasn’t sure what woke him, but he knew he hadn’t slept long because he was still standing and the water was still hot. Chilly air breezed over his legs, then strong arms wrapped around his middle.

“Poor, sleepy Davy.” Gavin’s voice tickled his senses. Gavin pulled Davy back against his chest, where Davy fell back and drifted for a minute, loving the relaxing comfort of Gavin’s hands gently rubbing up and down his front and the gentle kisses on his neck. Davy’s cock responded to the gentle ministrations and to the long, hard cock riding the crack of his ass. Gavin chuckled in his ear. Davy sucked in a breath when Gavin cupped his balls and squeezed. Fuck, that felt so good. Gavin gave Davy’s cock a few tugs, then stopped, leaving Davy bereft as his cock jumped, as if searching for Gavin’s touch.

Davy opened his eyes to see Gavin turn off the water. “Hold yourself up, babe,” Gavin said. Davy cringed when the shower curtain opened, letting in the cold air. His flesh crawled with goose bumps. Davy must have been out of it, because he hadn’t noticed Gavin leave the shower and was suddenly wrapping a towel around him and helping him dry off. Davy felt so cared for. He still couldn’t reconcile this Gavin with the one he’d met what felt like so long ago. Although, the better he’d gotten to know Gavin, the more he’d realized that other shit was posturing and self-preservation.

This Gavin was the real Gavin, and he was loving and considerate. And he got excited over getting a key to Davy’s apartment and helped Davy dry off when he was too tired to do it himself.

Davy looked at Gavin and leaned in for a kiss. Gavin’s kiss was not one of his usual steamy, turned-on kisses, instead a kiss that said welcome home.
Home.
Davy found more and more that being with Gavin was the most he’d felt like being home since his mother had been alive.

Gavin took Davy by both hands and led him to the daybed, where he pulled Davy close. Davy looked into his eyes and saw all that love just shining in there and was almost overwhelmed with it. Gavin held him up with one arm around his waist, then put his other hand between them and tugged Davy’s cock leisurely. Gavin kissed his neck, his chest, and nibbled a nipple. Davy’s head fell back as he succumbed to his release that crested like a gentle wave carrying him back to land.