Gavin moans with a mouthful of cock and the vibrations short circuit my brain. I want to watch, but I can’t. The sight of those sculpted cheeks caving in as he pulls up and sucks is too much. I’ll come too quick and fuck, I want this to last forever.
My hips try to thrust of their own accord, but strong fingers press into my skin, holding me down. Pleasure swirls in my balls, building rapidly until it’s at the point of no return, ready to explode. My entire body tenses and I detonate, sparks bursting behind my eyes as my cock explodes harder than it ever has before.
“God, Gavin… I can’t…ungh! Holy shit, holy shit, fuu-uuck!”
Gavin’s talented mouth continues sucking me through the most spectacular orgasm of my life. He doesn’t give me a chance to pull away. Those huge hands keep me locked in place until he takes every last drop of from my cock.
I flop back to catch my breath, drained and loose-limbed on the floor. Gavin frees his own erection and starts frantically stroking it while he kneels between my legs. Fascinated, I prop up on my elbows to watch. That graceful, long fingered hand moves in a blur. It takes less than a minute for Gavin to throw his head back, shouting my name as he comes all over my chest and stomach.
Sated, Gavin hangs his head forward, his chest heaving from exertion. When he finally looks at me, the uncertainty I see in his expressive blue eyes is like a stab to the heart. I hate that he feels like he can’t trust my reactions. That I’ll deny what’s happening between us and push him away.
To prove I’m not going to freak out, I reach up and wrap a hand around the back of Gavin’s sweaty neck, tugging him down on top of me. Ignoring the sticky mess between us, I bring his mouth to mine for a long, sensual kiss, tasting my own release on his tongue. This time, it’s not the rough fight for dominance we usually have, but a kiss shared by lovers.
And this time, it’s not my dick that blood rushes to. No, it’s my heart.
Gavin
My mind is spinning with a hundred different thoughts at once. The only thing I can focus on, however, is Mitch’s warm, hard body beneath me and the brush of his lips across mine.
“Let’s get off the floor,” I suggest. Despite my desire to curl up against Mitch and never move from this spot, he must be pretty uncomfortable with my full weight pressing him down on the floor.
He nods so I stand up and offer a hand. When Mitch takes it I thread our fingers together and lead him to my en suite bathroom and turn on the shower. Mitch leans against the sink, watching me as I move around the small space.
“I don’t regret what happened, Gavin.” Stepping in front of me, Mitch slides his arms around my waist and gives me a quick kiss. “Let’s clean up.”
After a brief, but fun shower, we lie on my bed in silence. Mitch is dragging a finger up and down my skin from chest to waist. I flinch, barking out a laugh.
“Ticklish?” he asks, his eyes alight with amusement.
“No.” I try to hold in another laugh when he does it again and fail miserably.
“Liar. You are so ticklish.” Mitch rolls until he’s on top of me, those wicked fingers digging into my sides.
“Stop!” I sputter, struggling to dislodge him. He continues his assault while cackling like a hyena. “S-stop!”
“Fine. You win.” Mitch brings his hands up to frame my face, leaning on his elbows as h
e hovers above me. “You’re so gorgeous, Gavin. I’ve never felt so good. So…” he struggles for words. “So much like myself, like I’m finally who I’m supposed to be.”
He’s giving me the opening and I can’t say I’m not dying to get answers, so I take a chance. “What happened, Mitch? Why pretend to be straight?”
The joy in those grey eyes fades. This time it’s not replaced by his usual blank, cold expression. Instead, I see hurt and regret. Mitch goes back to his side of the bed, leaving me thinking I should have kept my mouth shut.
He sits against the headboard, dragging both hands down his face. “You really want to know?”
I scoot up until I’m sitting next to him. Taking one of his hands in mine, I squeeze it gently. “Yeah, I do. If you want to tell me, that is.”
The clash of emotions inside him is obvious. Mitch wants to rid himself of whatever has been weighing him down, but he’s clearly uncomfortable with the subject of his sexuality.
“I’ve always known I liked guys,” Mitch admits. “Starting in middle school when everyone was noticing girls, I only had eyes for Brent Spears.” He huffs out a small laugh.
“Go on,” I squeeze his hand again, bringing it to my lips to place a small kiss on the back. “I won’t judge you.”
“I know you won’t. I’m just… ashamed, I guess. Of denying it for so long. Of feeling like I had to deny it. I’m a coward.”
“You’re not a coward,” I snap. “Everyone’s story is different. Coming out is very personal, Mitch.” His eyes meet mine and I smile. “Even when it’s done in front of dozens of paparazzi to lure out a crazy stalker.”
“I’m sorry if I pushed you to come out before you were ready.” Those eyes turn to liquid steel and I melt.