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  Davy’s features reddened and he looked down.

  “Davy, don’t. I’m here. You’re here. We both want to be with each other and we love each other. I love you.”

  “I love you,too. I don’t know how, but I do,” Davy said quietly.

  Gavin held his gaze fiercely. “I don’t know why you gave me a chance with your heart, honestly. But I want to be worthy of it.”

  Davy was silent for a minute, then he smiled timidly. That tether than had been theoretical between them made itself known, pulling Gavin to him. Gavin dropped his head down to slide his lips over Davy’s, and Davy let out another one of his quiet sobs, but this time there were no tears, just need. They started fumbling with each other’s clothes. Their shirts fell to the floor, pants and shoes kicked to the side as they tumbled on the bed together.

  Gavin ran his hands over the smooth planes of Davy’s flat belly, soaking in the warmth and nearness of his lover. As he grazed his fingers over Davy’s nipples, Davy’s breath hitched. Gavin smiled wickedly into their kiss and lowered his hand down to Davy’s swollen cock, which was leaking and ready. Davy let out the sweetest fucking whimper, goading Gavin on. His own cock was desperate for friction as he rubbed it against Gavin’s solid thigh.

  Gavin started pulling Davy’s cock, stroking roughly and grunting into his mouth as he rutted their bodies together. Davy was panting and wild beneath him. Gavin was high with the feeling of driving his shy lover into total abandon.

  Gavin shuddered when Davy used a hand to cup Gavin’s balls and gently massaged them in their sensitive sac. He moved his leg, giving Gavin a better angle, better friction as Gavin’s cock found the crevice between Davy’s cock and thigh. Gavin hunched his back into a thorough scraping of Davy’s nails down his spine. Gavin’s senses flared to life as Davy became wilder and more uninhibited in their coupling.

  Gavin gripped Davy’s ass with his free hand and pulled Davy’s hip up to meet each of his thrusts. Davy’s hands wandered to the sensitive skin behind Gavin’s balls and using two fingers, he rubbed it firmly. Gavin bit into the muscle between Davy’s neck and shoulder, earning a sexy groan from Davy. Gavin watched as he licked his own full, pouty lips, pink tongue darting out to drive Gavin insane.

  Gavin released the firm globe of Davy’s ass and eased his fingers into the crack, finding Gavin’s hole. He sank the tip of his pointer finger into Davy’s heat. “Gavin. Oh, fuck Gavin,” Davy said on a moan. “So good.”

  Davy, following Gavin’s lead, moved his hand farther back to Gavin’s hole and fingered the sensitive muscle. They met for a hard, bruising kiss that Gavin was surprised Davy was capable of. Both men rocked onto the other’s finger, going deeper with each downward push. Gavin crooked his finger.

  “Goddamn, Gavin! So fucking good,” Davy growled. Fucking growled. That was one helluva pleasant surprise and probably the sexiest thing Gavin had ever heard.

  Gavin separated from the kiss and moved on top of Davy, keeping his legs open wide so they could both still fuck each other with fingers while Gavin lined their cocks up and fisted them together. Gavin leaned his entire upper body against Davy’s. He kissed and nipped along Davy’s shoulder, then lining them both up just right, began a rough thrusting. They both fucked Gavin’s fist with a forward motion, then fell back onto invading digits. Gavin felt the power of Davy’s body beneath him, the humming underneath the skin. The way their skins touched, their cocks and balls gliding together made Gavin’s mind reel. He didn’t understand how he could feel so connected to one person without one of them being inside the other, but this was so much. This was overwhelming.

  “Come for me, Davy. Let go.”

  Davy stilled, regaining some of the guardedness in his eyes and quietly said, “It’s scary to let go.”

  Gavin’s chest tightened. He wanted to refute that but he couldn’t. Fuck yes it was horrifying. He knew what it meant to be scared, to be alone. All he had was a promise, his words. “You’re never alone again, okay. It’s you and me.” Gavin ran his knuckles gently over Davy’s cheek, trying to soothe. “I’ll jump if you jump.” He knew it was lame, but his mind was short-circuiting with all the love and the sweaty skin and the smell of come and man. His chest was so close to Davy’s, Gavin couldn’t tell if it was his heart beating so fast or if it was Davy’s. All he knew was that they both beat and they were both there. Gavin started moving again. “Let go, babe.” He leaned in and kissed the spot behind Davy’s ear that drove Davy wild.

  One, two, three thrusts. “Fuck, Gavin.” Davy made the sweetest sound of surrender as his come erupted from his cock and painted their bellies, their cocks.

  Gavin threw his head back as the come made the warm glide of their cocks smoother and oh so dirty. “I love you. God, I love you, Davy.” And Gavin really meant it. His own orgasm barreled over him, blinding him and making a joyous laugh join his moan as his own come joined Davy’s on their skins.

  Gavin kissed Davy with lips, tongue, and the taste of sweat. The kiss wasn’t hurried or done to arouse, just basking in the afterglow. Gavin was sated and felt strong with Davy wrapped around him. He never realized how strong or reliable he could really feel until he had to be reliable for Ray and for Davy. And these days he was feeling as though he could do anything as long as Davy was willing to be there, scared as hell and stumbling just the same as Gavin, but there all the same.

  They had both dozed off quickly after they’d finished another round of lovemaking. Davy was the first to wake the next morning and lay there for a while watching Gavin. To see Gavin relaxed and vulnerable made him look his twenty-two years. Usually, the man carried enough weight on his shoulders that he looked older and worn-down. But Davy noticed that more and more lately, Gavin was looking as young awake as he did sleeping when they were together, just the two of them.

  Gavin was incredible, opening his heart that had been ripped out and fed to him by his first love and his own mother. When Gavin told Davy he loved him, Davy had gone weak. He had been feeling it, but was scared enough of running Gavin off that he’d kept it inside. Hell, Gavin freaked out over having feelings for Davy, so Davy just knew the L word would be a deal breaker. So when Gavin said it first, it had taken Herculean effort not to fall over in the parking lot.

  And when was Davy unable 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 out for Davy. Although Davy could be imaging 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 into 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, 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 used his tongue to lick a blazing-hot line to his Adam’s apple where his lover 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-fact.

  “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’s eyes stared at him, half-lidded. 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 thought 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 the taste of Gavin. The thought of anyone else ever having tasted it 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 mouth 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 ass cheeks. 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 as Gavin ground his own cock into Davy’s chest and delivered.

  Davy felt lust take over him 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!” that 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 finger through Gavin’s soft hair, reveling in the taste of them together. The taste of their kiss and their come comingling. 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.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The following Thursday dawned bright and sunny, but as was common no matter the time of year in Seattle, by midday the sky had gone gray and overcast 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 it to be 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 of pages being turned took Davy’s attention from the outside world, choosing 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 text book, 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. “Henr
y 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,excitedly, 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 he 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. “Give me your love, sweet lovin’….” Gavin sang. Davy stared, blinking. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised. He guess 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.