Trouble & the Wallflower (9 page)

Davy pulled back again only because his lungs were screaming for air. Gavin rested his forehead on Davy’s and fought for air himself. Davy closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Gavin’s fingers running through the hair on the back of his head. The moment felt so heavy.
This is just sex for Gavin. Don’t get emotionally involved.
The thought almost cooled his desire, but Davy couldn’t stop what he was doing. He could do sex, just this once. He knew sex complicated things, but since he was going into this eyes wide open, maybe he wouldn’t be setting himself up to get hurt like in the past. Gavin wasn’t promising him anything other than that right now, unlike those other guys in Davy’s past.

He knew Gavin was trouble. Big trouble. He was shocked to realize he was totally okay with that. Even more than his brain, his cock was definitely okay with the idea of getting it on with Gavin. Who wouldn’t want to? The guy’s every pore exuded bad-boy sex appeal.

“You okay?” Davy almost missed Gavin’s throaty whispered question. Knowing Davy was the one who had Gavin so lust-stricken zinged right down into Davy’s balls.

“Never better,” Davy said as he pushed Gavin toward the couch, then captured those full lips with his own. There was no finesse, just clinking teeth and sexy grunts. They tumbled onto the couch in a writhing mess of limbs and roaming hands. Gavin was so firm. Davy could rub against the man like a cat and purr for hours.

Davy sat up and they helped each other strip off shirts. Gavin’s hands on Davy’s chest sent electricity up his spine. He closed his eyes and moaned when Gavin pinched his nipples.

“So sexy, Davy.” Gavin’s voice was an octave deeper than usual, heavy with lust.

Davy looked into half-lidded eyes and saw heat there. He couldn’t believe that heat was for him. He’d seen the guys Gavin had hooked up with and he didn’t feel he fit in that league. He didn’t know what the hell Gavin saw in him, but he didn’t give a shit about that when Gavin rocked his hips into Davy’s. Their cocks mashed together through denim.

Gavin closed his eyes as he continued rolling his hips against Davy’s. Davy took a minute to appreciate Gavin’s bare torso. He had a strong chest with a smattering of hair and a few tattoos, a smooth, flat stomach, and a perfect
V
leading to the treasure in his pants. Davy leaned down to place a peck on Gavin’s lips, using his hands to still Gavin’s hips so he could slowly lick the lines of each tattoo. He started with the ink on Gavin’s chest, then worked his way to each of the many on Gavin’s arms. By the time Davy got to the single anchor tattoo on Gavin’s hipbone, Gavin was putty in his hands, writhing and panting.

Davy smiled as he scraped his teeth gently over Gavin’s hipbone. Gavin watched him through his long eyelashes, mouth hanging open. Davy almost shot his load in his pants just from the expression on Gavin’s face. Davy was too far gone to back down now. He kissed Gavin’s anchor tattoo again as he eased the zipper on Gavin’s jeans open. Gavin stilled his hand.

“Are you sure about this, Davy?”

The fact Gavin stopped him to ask that question made any doubts Davy might have had fly right out of his head. Not that he’d been concentrating on much more than praying at the temple that was Gavin’s body. He popped the button to Gavin’s jeans—
holy fuck, commando!—
and wrapped his fingers around Gavin’s cock in answer.

Gavin’s head fell back. “Fuuuuuck, Davy.”

Gavin lifted his hips off the couch, assisting Davy’s attempt to pull Gavin’s pants down enough to get at his cock. Gavin’s hard cock rose long, graceful, and proud. Gavin’s cut cock was bigger than Davy had imagined. Not incredibly long, but longer than average and thick. There was a bead of precum forming at the slit that Davy couldn’t resist spreading with his thumb. Gavin gasped as Davy took the warm length of him in hand and stroked with a firm grip, concentrating on a steady twisting over the head.

Gavin’s body went rigid. “Davy, baby. You gotta stop. I’m gonna blow.”

Davy eased up. He was definitely not finished with that cock. It had been way too long since he’d last been this close to one, and this was the most beautiful cock he’d ever seen. This was a porn-star cock, and he wanted to enjoy it while it was his to enjoy.

He gave Gavin his best wicked grin, unsure what the hell had come over him.
Hormones are a helluva thing.
He shifted on his knees, moving between Gavin’s legs, gripped the base of Gavin’s cock, and swirled his tongue around the head.

“Gahhhhhh!” Gavin groaned.

Davy reveled in the salty taste of his essence. He closed his lips around the head and made a slow descent. Gavin put his hand on the back of Davy’s head. He didn’t force him, just touched. The look of awe playing across his face made Davy determined to make this awesome for him. He started a steady rhythm up and down with his mouth and his hand, sucking hard, massaging with his tongue. Gavin was too thick to go down Davy’s throat, but Davy could take him in until the tip of his cock touched the back of Davy’s throat.

He pulled off the cock and continued stroking, using his spit to slick the way. He eased down to Gavin’s balls, inhaling the strong scent of his musk. Nothing felt more intimate that knowing these parts of him. Davy tried to file away every image, every sight, every smell. He sucked in one ball, earning a hiss from Gavin, then the other. He flicked his tongue in circles around Gavin’s sac. Gavin’s knuckles went white as they clutched the couch.

Davy took him back into his mouth and encouraged Gavin to thrust. Gavin let loose steady thrusts with
fucks
and
so good
s. Gavin’s responses had Davy so hard he thought his cock might break. He reached into his pants, took himself in hand, and stroked. He kept a strong suction and a firm grip on Gavin, and Gavin took what was offered.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Davy. Baby, I’m gonna come.”

Davy didn’t let up, even as Gavin’s body tensed and he groaned from somewhere deep inside his guts. Davy decided to bite the bullet, knew his throat would be sore for a week, but he swallowed Gavin’s thick length, freeing up his hand to roll Gavin’s balls in their sac. That did Gavin in.

“
Shiiiiiiiit!
” Gavin rolled forward, toward the orgasm, clutching Davy’s shoulders.

Gavin’s release shot down Davy’s throat, and he moaned. He had never been so eager to take another person’s load before. Watching Gavin come completely undone was a thing of fucking beauty.

Davy eased off Gavin’s cock and licked it clean. Gavin worked on catching his breath for a moment, then reached down to pull Davy up for a sloppy kiss. “Damn, Davy. I taste good in your mouth.” Gavin pecked Davy’s nose, then his eyelids, then his lips. Gavin shifted so he could reach into his pocket, then pulled out a condom. Davy eyed it carefully. Yeah, he’d totally let him—

Gavin held it out to him.

“What am I doing with this?”

Gavin laughed at him. “What do you think? You’re gonna fuck me.”

Davy reared back. “Uh, I’m pretty exclusively a bottom.”

Gavin’s eyes went wide. He slid from under Davy and moved into sitting position. “A bottom?” Davy nodded, not getting where this was going until—wait.
Shit.

“Shit. You too, huh?”

Gavin looked as though someone had kicked his puppy. “Yeah. I’ve never been a huge fan of being on top.” He started setting himself to rights and Davy eyed him warily.

“So what does that mean?”

Gavin ran his hands over his face, then stood and buttoned his jeans. “Well, it means us and sex are incompatible. You got a wicked mouth on you, man. But, uh, this was obviously a mistake.”

Davy felt as though he’d been sucker-punched. His hard-on immediately deflated as he realized he was about to be ditched. “Are you shitting me?” he asked.

Gavin didn’t even acknowledge him as he slid his shirt on. “Well, at least we got that out of our systems.”

“Seriously? You’re leaving?” Davy pulled a blanket from under the couch and covered himself, suddenly feeling very dirty, used.

“Yeah. I got shit to do.” Gavin gathered up his keys and his cell phone from the coffee table and headed toward the door. He never looked back even as he gave a halfhearted “See ya around.”

When the door clicked shut behind him, Davy could only sit and stare. He knew Gavin was an asshole and he’d prepared himself. But that didn’t stop the sob that tore from his throat. He didn’t know why it hurt more when Gavin did this, but he knew he never wanted to see that son of a bitch again.

G
AVIN
LOOKED
at the time on his phone for what must be the millionth time. He really didn’t have the patience for Macroeconomics this morning, and class hadn’t even started. He’d almost missed all the allotted days for absences for the current quarter carting Ray around to doctor appointments. Not that that’d be a problem anymore. But he couldn’t think about that. Not that his brain let him think about anything other than Ray’s prognosis.

Oh, and don’t forget about Davy.
His brain had fun taunting him like that a lot these days.

Gavin knew he’d really fucked up with Davy. Sure, he’d freaked out, but he’d never fucking ditched out on a guy like that before. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time he’d ended up in a two-bottoms situation. Usually that was solved by bringing in a third or some hot sixty-nine action. Somehow he didn’t imagine the former would have been cool with Davy. Although, even joking about it would have been better than being ditched and blue-balled. Gavin would have kicked a guy’s ass if he’d done that to him.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I’m such an idiot.”

“You? Noooo,” Devon drawled as he slid into a seat beside him. They’d decided to take Macro together since Devon needed a lot of help and Gavin would breeze through it. Gavin’s grades were so top-notch that his professor was fairly lenient about his absences.

“Dude, you calling me an idiot is pretty priceless,” Gavin said. Devon’s face was blank for a minute. He didn’t easily pick up on sarcasm—or any joking for that matter that didn’t involve such mature themes as penises or bodily functions. He was easily the prettiest of the group of friends, though, and completely unaware of it. He also had the biggest heart of anyone Gavin ever met. It was a bit shocking when you realized the depths beneath the ditziness.

Devon’s face contorted after he’d thought on Gavin’s words another moment. Gavin smiled when Devon finally retorted, “That was mean, G. You’re not an idiot. You’re an asshole.”

Gavin laughed. “Down, boy.” Devon balled up a piece of paper and threw it at him.

“Go
down on
it
, boy,” Devon said and waggled his eyebrows.

Gavin shook his head. “You’re hopeless.” He threw the paper ball back at Devon.

“Okay, there’s still a while until class starts. Explain yourself. Why are you an idiot?”

Gavin hesitated. Devon wasn’t usually the first person he’d go to for advice. Especially about a guy. Devon went through men like some people did clothes in a month. “It’s nothing, really.”

“Stop being dumb. We can all tell something is up with Davy, and you’ve been weird the last few days, so I’d be willing to bet you did something to the guy.”

“Why do you automatically assume it was me that did something?” Gavin protested.

Devon’s
oh please
expression was flawless. It stopped Gavin from further feigning his innocence. “Okay. You’re right. But I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“One of you is going to have to talk about it soon because it’s all weird. Not like Davy is our bestie, but he’s pretty cool and I don’t want to feel like a jerk just because I want to stop in for a Twinkie shake. And you know that guy is the only one who makes ’em right.”

“Seriously? This is about you wanting your Twinkie-shake fix?”

“You bet your sweet ass, G-man.” Devon smirked unapologetically. “If you get between me and my shake dealer, I promise he will win.”

Gavin laughed. “Again. You’re hopeless.”

“We’ve established that. I’m a hopeless idiot; you’re a feminine hygiene product and the bag it came in. So can we move on to what you did to convince
Davy
of that fact?”

Gavin sighed.
May as well.
“Well, we kinda hooked up—”

“Dude, shut up! He let
you
deflower him?”

“Shut the fuck up. He was not a virgin. Do you wanna hear this or not?”

Devon did the lock-and-key gesture over his mouth but still looked completely surprised. “So, we hooked up. Only when we were moving on to the main event it turned out that we were both, er, bottoms.”

“Ouch,” Devon said earnestly. “So what’d you do?”

“Well, I kinda freaked out. I spazzed and left him holding his own cock.”

Gavin reared back at the sudden “
What? Are you the biggest dick ever?
”
that erupted from his friend. Gavin was sure people turned to stare at them, but since that was nothing new for them, he didn’t pay any attention.

“I told you. I fucked up. So I don’t blame him for being upset.”