Chapter 8 #2
Johnny didn’t answer. He stared at Gavin, his dark eyes looking even darker in the low light, and something behind them brewed like a storm on the ocean.
Gavin added one more thing to his list. Figuring Johnny out. What made him rage? What could spark that passion that he kept bottled up inside?
Their dinner arrived, and the conversation moved to the food and back to the races. They’d have to get up early and get out to the track. Gavin felt the energy buzzing inside him already, but Johnny lacked that excitement. He was only along for the ride. Gavin was going to change that.
Back at the hotel room, Gavin opened the door and let Johnny in. He turned and walked backward as if afraid to let Gavin out of his sight. Gavin smirked. “We have plenty of time. We can order more wine?”
Johnny shook his head, slowly inching back into the room.
Gavin flipped on the lamps in the main room.
The hotel wasn’t the fanciest he’d ever been in, but he’d booked the best room in the place.
French doors partitioned off the king-sized bed from the rest of the room.
The heavy, dark wood furniture made the room feel homier, except for the comforter on the bed.
It was a weird green with huge white circles all over it, but the ugly blanket didn’t matter to him.
He expected they would have it pushed to the floor in seconds anyway.
In fact, Johnny gave up on the backward walk and casually opened the French doors he’d spied the bed through.
Gavin stalked after him like a panther hunting down his prey.
He unbuttoned his shirt as he moved through the room and dropped it on the floor in front of the bed. Johnny crawled up on it, eyeing him with a sly smile creeping across his face. Did he know what was coming? Did he suspect or simply anticipate?
Gavin dropped his pants on top of his shirt and sunk to his knees on the springy mattress. “Mmm...Johnny. I’ll make you forget everything else in the world but me.”
Johnny’s eyes widened a little, but that storm still brewed behind them. Gavin hoped he could release it.
“Take your clothes off, Johnny.”
Johnny pulled his clothes off without a word, dropping them off the side of the bed.
“Come here.”
Johnny crawled down the bed, stopping mere inches from Gavin’s crotch. He waited.
“Up. On your knees.” Gavin helped Johnny up, maneuvering him into a position, the mirror image of Gavin, kneeling in the center of the bed. “I brought some toys.”
Johnny’s mouth formed an O.
“Trust me.”
A quick nod.
“Say it.”
“I trust you, Gavin.” He was breathy but sure. Exactly what Gavin had intended.
His smile twitched up on one side of his face. Gavin liked getting what he wanted. “Stay here. Don’t move.”
Gavin went into the other room and grabbed his suitcase. He flipped it open and dug through it, pulling out the items he’d stashed in there when he had packed. “Close your eyes, Johnny.” He almost giggled on the way back to the bed. He hoped he was building anticipation for Johnny as well.
Johnny closed his eyes like Gavin had asked. Gavin put his stuff on the bed beside him before selecting the blindfold. He slid Johnny’s glasses off and lowered the blindfold over Johnny’s head. “I’ll put these up safely.”
Johnny touched the blindfold but didn’t move it.
“I bought everything new for you. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Gavin’s stomach leaped at his sultry tone. “Good. Now.” He pushed Johnny, so he lay back on the mattress, his knees hanging over the end of the bed. “If you don’t like something, tell me. Okay?”
“Yes.”
“I love how you say that.” He leaned over and kissed him quickly. “It may feel weird at first, but it’s supposed to. Give it a chance. You never know what you might like, okay?”
“I got it, Gavin. Go. Do it.”
Gavin pulled the plastic wrap off the toy and took the top off it.
“You’re not gonna choke me, are you?” Johnny asked, but he didn’t sound seriously concerned.
“No.” Gavin chuckled. “Unless you want me to? I’m not into that.”
“No, me either. Just checking.” Johnny’s smile pushed his cheeks up, the blindfold shifting around on his face.
“No peeking.”
“I’m not! Come on already!”
Gavin gave a maniacal laugh. “Don’t rush me, boy.
” Johnny shivered when Gavin called him boy, so he made a mental note of the reaction.
“I haven’t tested this one out, so bear with me.
” He squeezed some lube into the opening.
Then he reached out for Johnny’s cock. It was already hard, but he gave it a few tugs anyway.
Johnny groaned in response. “Okay. Tell me if it’s too tight or not tight enough. It’s probably tight since it’s new.”
He slid the opening over the top of Johnny’s cock, slowly pushing the toy over his cock.
“Oh, God!” Johnny moaned louder. “Is that your mouth?”
“No, it’s a toy.”
“Geeze, fuck!”
“Is that a good fuck?” Gavin jacked the toy up and down.
Johnny didn’t answer in words. Noises came out of his mouth and throat, making Gavin wish he had a device to record them and save them for later.
He leaned up on his side next to Johnny to get a better reach for Johnny’s nipples. He flicked his thumb across one, and Johnny squealed. Loving the sound, Gavin pinched the other and gave the toy a few quick jerks.
Johnny made another squeaky sound. “What is that...Gavin?”
“It’s a Fleshjack.”
“Uh, why have I never bought one of those?” He grunted and thrust his hips up to better fuck into the toy. Gavin let him.
“Feel good?”
“Ahh...amazing...ah...I’m gonna...”
Gavin abruptly pulled the jack off and tossed it onto the bed.
“What? No!” Johnny sat up quickly, reaching for the blindfold.
“Uh-uh...” Gavin shoved Johnny back down and grabbed his hands, linking their fingers. He crawled over Johnny, pressing his hands to the mattress above his head. He couldn’t help rotating his hips, grinding into Johnny’s overworked cock. “Not yet, pretty boy.”
Sweet! That shiver went through Johnny again.
“Gavin...” he begged.
“I know.” Gavin peppered his face and neck with little kisses. “I should have brought cuffs. One day.”
Johnny squeaked, making Gavin smile.
“I love how you respond. Mm... Tastes good.” He licked Johnny’s collarbone, nibbled a little and loved the way Johnny squirmed when he did it. “Ready for round two?”
“Yes...please, please.”
“I love your fingers. How ‘bout put them here?” He gently placed Johnny’s hands on the top of Johnny’s head.
“Now, open your mouth.” Johnny opened without protest. Gavin reached over to the side and picked up the butt plug he’d brought, and slid it between Johnny’s sweet lips. “Suck on it. Get it wet. Nice and wet.”
Johnny made slurping sounds, generating spit as if that was going to be the only lube used, and he would need plenty of it.
Gavin wouldn’t do that, though. He was kinky, not sadistic.
He tugged on it, and Johnny let it go, but Gavin slid it right back in, fucking his mouth with it. “Beautiful,” he said on a sigh.
He sat up and reluctantly took the plug. He squirted it with lube and rubbed it, making sure to coat it generously. “Legs up.”
Johnny lifted his legs in the air, granting Gavin access to his special hole.
Gavin slid the butt plug in, grabbed Johnny’s cock, smearing more lube onto it, then grabbed the Fleshjack toy again.
He worked on both, jacking Johnny’s cock and simultaneously wiggling the plug around, pressing on Johnny’s spot.
When he hit it, Johnny almost came off the mattress.
Gavin pushed it in again, jacking the toy faster back and forth on Johnny’s cock.
Johnny grunted, groaned, thrashed his head back and forth on the mattress. “Go ahead, Johnny. Let go.”
With one long moan, Johnny came apart. His whole body shuddered.
He kept his hands on his head, but it was obvious his orgasm zinged through every cell of his body as he trembled.
Gavin reached up and flipped the mask off Johnny’s face.
He tossed the Fleshjack but left the plug inside Johnny’s hole.
He moved back up the bed and pulled Johnny into his arms, kissing his eyes and cheeks. “You okay?”
“Mmm... That was incredible.”
“More?”
“I-I don’t know.” Johnny wiggled in his arms like Jell-O.
“I’d very much like to fuck you now, but you need to enjoy it too. Can you go?”
Johnny licked his lips and bucked his hips. “I’m still so full. Yeah...”
“The plug’s still in.”
“Thought so.”
Gavin held him, stroking his hair, rubbing his back. “I’ll wait until you’re ready. I want you, Johnny, all of you.”
Johnny breathed out, hot on Gavin’s neck. “I want you, too.”
Gavin had to kiss Johnny. He pushed Johnny’s head back to the mattress and dominated his mouth in a fierce kiss. He licked and teased, twirling their tongues together in a frantic dance. Oh, how he wanted!
Gavin didn’t think he’d ever be satisfied. He couldn’t get enough of Johnny. He loved how he responded to everything Gavin did with a quiet, adventurous pride. “Ready?” he asked, sitting up.
“Yes.” Johnny didn’t sigh. His word was confident.
Gavin smiled as he grabbed a condom and rolled it on. He squirted more lube onto his cock and stroked it. He didn’t think he’d ever been so hard. “Legs up, Johnny.” He couldn’t wait to look into Johnny’s stormy eyes while they fucked. It would amp up the intensity for him tenfold.
He got into position and tugged the plug out. Johnny jerked and squinted his eyes shut. “You all right?”
“Yes. Sorry. Unexpected.”
Gavin ran his finger around the edge of Johnny’s hole, watching his face twitch with every touch. He squeezed a little lube onto his finger and slid it inside.
Johnny moaned. “Mm...Gavin...”
“Don’t worry. The plug did its job. You’re ready.”
“Yeah...” The sigh came back.
Gavin shoved his cock inside Johnny with one slow but sure stroke until he bottomed out with a groan. “You feel so fucking good.” He wrapped his arms around Johnny’s knees and leaned forward, fucking into his lover hard and fast. Johnny held his breath, so he stopped. “Baby...”
Johnny opened his eyes and exhaled. “Go. I’m good. Fuck me hard, Gav.”
Gavin pressed down. He had Johnny practically doubled over. He fucked into Johnny’s hole again, losing his mind. The rest of the world disappeared, leaving nothing but Johnny, gripping him tighter than that Fleshjack could.
“Gav...touch me...”
He let one of Johnny’s legs go and reached between them to grab Johnny’s cock.
It hadn’t wasted any time getting hard again.
He gripped it tight, letting it naturally fuck into his fist as he pounded Johnny’s ass, stroke for stroke.
He stared into Johnny’s face. Their gazes connected them like an invisible tether.
He loved watching Johnny as he splattered cum between them.
A few more thrusts and he joined him, his orgasm rushing over him like a tidal wave.
It was only Thursday, so there weren’t any official races going on, but racers took practice runs on the track throughout the day.
Gavin hoped he’d get to see the few he was interested in before the main racing on Saturday.
He held Johnny’s hand as they walked closer to the track.
He could tell Johnny was trying hard not to squinch his nose up in disgust. “I know this track isn’t as extravagant as what you’re used to. ”
“The dirt. Ugh. And it’s so loud. How do they hear themselves think?” His nose crinkled.
Gavin chuckled. “They’re one with their bikes.”
“Whatever.” Johnny wasn’t normally uptight or judgmental. He looked cute in his skinny jeans and a Davey McAllister jersey he said he’d scored from Tyler back at The Ranch during the New Year’s Eve party. Gavin made a mental note to give Johnny a few jerseys from his team to wear instead.
This was an outdoor track, so it lacked the stadium seating and big scoreboards Johnny probably expected to see. The spectators lined up on the side of the track, right next to the dirt. A bad turn from a rider could roost the audience. That’s what they lived for, but not Johnny.
“Come on.” Gavin tugged on Johnny’s hand and led him around the track to a spot on a hill, a little higher than the rest of the track. “It’s difficult to see what’s going on. With a track like this, you get a limited view.”
“What’s the point?”
Gavin held up his binoculars. “I can see a bit more. I’m particularly looking for Hal Nostrom. I think his number is three-three-one.”
“Okay...”
“We can see up that way, the bank here.” He pointed out the turn they stood over. “Off that way, but look.” He motioned across the track. “We can also see a good section there. And there.” He indicated another section. “Then there’s also a jump, so...”
“Okay.”
The track stood empty, but something would be starting in a minute. They didn’t wait long before an announcer called out a practice run over the loudspeaker and listed off several racers, including Hal. Johnny perked up. “Hey, that’s your guy, right?”
“Yep. You must be my good luck charm.”
Johnny laughed, but the sound swept away into the wind. The loud roar of the dirt bikes revving as they prepared to start the practice round chased after it. The roar grew louder, and moments later, the bikes blazed toward them, rounded the bank, and flew off.
Johnny stood on his toes to watch them go. He’d let go of Gavin’s hand but grabbed onto his arm as he watched the race. Gavin was so intent on watching Johnny’s reaction, he almost missed Hal’s run.
“How do you know if they’re good?” Johnny asked.
“A lot of ways, but one practice run won’t tell me much. You have to look at the data. The numbers.”
“Okay. I know about numbers.”
“Yeah? I’ll show you some later.” He’d break out his tablet and show Johnny how he compared the stats when they got back to the hotel. “Right now, let’s circle around so I can see other parts of the track, and then I can talk to the guy.”
“This isn’t as exciting as Supercross,” Johnny said as they walked around the field.
“No, but they’re not going to be as aggressive in practice either. And...they’re younger.”
“Hmm. Yeah. And you can’t see as much.”
“True.”
They walked around the track, and Gavin tried to include Johnny, point stuff out to him. He seemed somewhat interested. Gavin took that as a good sign.