Chapter 27
Porn Is Not an Accurate Educational Resource
Gavin
Doc shows up at my door looking like someone kicked his puppy, stole his coffee, and told him his GPA dropped all in the same hour.
"Hey, what's—"
He pushes past me into the room, already talking.
"This is too much. It's too much, Gavin.
Your cousin cornered me and Luca at the movies tonight, and he was—" Doc's hands are flying everywhere, punctuating words I'm having trouble following.
"—and your family clearly hates me, which, fine, whatever, I've dealt with disapproval before, but this is different because they're your family and family is important even when they're terrible and I don't want to be the reason you lose—"
"Doc."
"—because I've seen what that does to people, and you deserve better than having to choose, and maybe we should just—"
"Doc."
"—think about what we're doing here because the cost might be—"
I catch his hips and lift.
He makes a sound like a squeak toy, this high-pitched "meep" that's so adorable I can't help but laugh. His legs flail for a second before wrapping around my waist on instinct, hands grabbing my shoulders.
"Gavin! What the hell!"
"You were spiraling." I carry him to my bed and sit down with him in my lap. His thighs bracket my hips, and I keep my hands on his waist, holding him steady. "Now. Start over. What happened?"
He blinks at me, clearly thrown off by the sudden position change. "I... Clint. At the movies."
"What did he do?"
"He saw me and Luca. Said some shit." Doc's jaw tightens. "Got in our faces. It was... it felt threatening, Gavin. Like he wanted to start something."
Anger flares hot in my chest. "Did he touch you?"
"No. Luca pulled me away before it escalated." Doc's hands slide from my shoulders to my chest, fingers curling into my shirt. "But it scared me. And it made me think, maybe this is too much. Maybe I'm not worth—"
"Stop." I cup his face in my hands, tilting it up so he has to look at me. "You're worth everything. Clint's opinion doesn't matter. My dad's opinion doesn't matter. None of them matter."
"But they're your family."
"So?" I brush my thumbs across his cheekbones. "You think I don't know what they are? I've known my whole life. And I'm telling you, I want to be with you. Whatever they throw at us, I want this."
His eyes search mine. Looking for doubt, maybe. He won't find any.
"Gavin..."
I kiss him.
It starts soft, gentle, the kind of kiss that says ‘I've got you’. But then Doc makes this little noise in the back of his throat, and his fingers tighten in my shirt, and soft turns into something else entirely.
Oh fuck yes!
His mouth opens above mine. I lick into it, tasting coffee and something sweet, and my hands slide down from his face to his back, pulling him closer. He rolls his hips, probably on instinct, probably not even thinking about it, and my brain short-circuits.
"Fuck," I breathe against his lips.
"Yeah." He rolls his hips again, deliberate this time. "That's kind of the idea."
My hands find his ass, squeezing, and he moans into my mouth. The sound goes straight to my dick.
"Doc." I pull back just enough to see his face. His lips are red, eyes dark, cheeks flushed. Gorgeous. "Can we... I want..."
The words stick in my throat. My face is burning.
"Can we have sex?"
Doc tilts his head, studying me. Then his expression shifts, understanding dawning.
"Oh." A slow smile spreads across his face. "You mean penetration?"
I'm pretty sure my face is the color of a fire truck now. But I pull him closer, pressing our foreheads together. "Yeah. That."
His grin turns wicked. "Do you want me to fuck you, G?"
I squirm. Actually squirm, like a teenager. "I'm not... I don't think I'm ready for that. Maybe not ever? Is that… is that okay?"
The teasing drops from his expression, replaced by something softer. "Gavin. Yes. That's completely fine." He strokes his hand down my chest and lower, palming me through my shorts. My eyes nearly cross. "I'm vers. And I would really, really like you inside me."
"Yeah?" My voice comes out strangled.
"Yeah." He strokes again, and I have to grip his hips to keep from bucking up. "So what do you say?"
"Yes. Please. God, yes, can we do that?"
He laughs, bright and happy, and something in my chest loosens. This is good. We're good.
"Have you ever done anal before?" he asks, fingers working at the button of my shorts. "With anyone?"
"No, but I was researching—" I cut off, embarrassed.
Doc's fingers pause. "Researching?"
"Online. You know. Videos."
His eyebrows shoot up. "You were watching porn as research?"
"I couldn't exactly ask Tyler what he was doing to get those sounds out of Ethan, could I?"
Doc stares at me for a second, then bursts out laughing. Full-body, head-thrown-back laughing. "Oh holy hell, Gavin."
"It seemed practical!"
"It's adorable." He's still giggling as he pushes me back on the bed and climbs on top of me. His hands run up my chest, pushing my shirt with them. "Also, I have bad news for you."
"What?"
"Porn is not an accurate educational resource."
"I'm starting to figure that out."
He pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it somewhere. His follows a second later. Then he's leaning down, kissing along my jaw, my neck, my collarbone.
"Good thing you have me, then." His teeth graze my nipple, and I jerk. "I'm an excellent teacher."
"Doc—"
"Alright." He sits up, grinding down against my very obvious erection. "Let's make some sounds that'll make even Tyler jealous." We snort-laugh at that, and then it's a scramble.
We strip fast. Clothes end up everywhere: his jeans over my desk chair, my shorts hanging off the bedpost, and underwear completely MIA. I don't care. Not when Doc is naked and beautiful and climbing back into my lap.
"Lube?" he asks.
"Drawer."
He twists to grab it, giving me an excellent view of his ass. Small and round and perfect. I reach out and squeeze without thinking, and he yelps.
"Eager."
"Have you seen yourself?"
He laughs, tossing me the lube and a condom. Then he slides off my lap and gets on his hands and knees, looking over his shoulder with an expression that makes my brain melt out of my ears.
"Please, Gavin." His voice drops, goes husky. "Show me what you want to do to me."
I laugh, can't help it, at the ridiculousness, at the joy, at the fact that this is my life now. Then I pounce.
I cover his body with mine, kissing him messy and desperate while I slick up my fingers. He's so much smaller than me. I could wrap around him completely, keep him safe, keep him mine.
"Ready?" I murmur against his shoulder.
"Been ready. Get in me."
I press one finger against his hole, feeling it twitch under my touch. Slowly, so slowly, I push in.
"Oh." His whole body shudders. "More. Please, I need more."
"Patience… I’ve never… I want to do this right."
"Fuck patience."
He’s so eager that I add a second finger, and he moans so loud I'm briefly concerned about the guys on the other side of the wall. My fingers curl, searching, and—
"Oh fuck yes, there, right there!"
I freeze, staring at where my fingers disappear into his body. I found it. The... the thing. The spot.
"The prostate," Doc pants, apparently reading my mind. "You found it. Now do that again."
"It feels weird to call it a prostate."
He laughs, breathless. "You've got your fingers in my ass, and that's what you're focused on?"
"I'm just saying, it needs a better name." I rub the spot again and watch him writhe. "Like... the happiness button."
"Oh my god."
"The pleasure bean."
"Gavin."
"Joy nugget." Another rub. He keens. "The magic dot."
"I'm going to kill you."
"Giggle switch? Internal doorbell?" I'm grinning now, adding more lube, pumping my fingers in and out. "The thruster booster. The 'oh damn' zone."
"I hate you so much."
"The big red button." I press directly on it, and his arms give out. His face hits the pillow, and the sound he makes is obscene. "The butt button."
"If you press that again," he gasps into the pillow, "I may leave my body."
"That's kind of the goal, Doc."
I keep working him open, adding a third finger, watching him fall apart beneath me. He's babbling now, please and more and fuck and Gavin all mixed together in a way that makes me feel ten feet tall.
When he's a trembling mess, I pull my fingers out. He whines, actually whines, pushing his hips back searching for me.
"Come back, please, I need—"
"I know, baby. I've got you."
I've never put on a condom faster in my life. My hands are shaking as I slick myself up and move over him. God, he's so small compared to me. His hole is pink and wet and clenching around nothing, and I'm... I'm not small.
"This isn't going to hurt you, right?"
Doc pushes himself up and twists to kiss me. "I promise I'll tell you if anything feels bad. You prepped me really well, and we have lots of lube." He kisses me again, softer. "Go slow, and this is going to feel amazing."
"Okay." I kiss him one more time, then press my hand to the back of his neck, pushing him down. My other hand grips his hip, lifting it. I adjust him until he's at the angle I want, back arched, ass in the air, completely at my mercy.
I rub the head of my cock against his hole. It twitches, clenching, trying to pull me in.
"Please!" Doc begs, voice wrecked. "Gavin, please, I need—"
I push in.
One long, slow thrust.
His body resists for a second, then opens for me, pulling me in like it wants me there. Tight, so fucking tight.
I see stars. He's hot, and wet from all the lube, and I have to lock my jaw to keep from coming right there. The way he's making these little sounds, like he can't help it, is killing me.
Slow. Go slow. Don't hurt him. Oh, my GOD, this feels amazing.
I watch myself sink into him, inch by inch, slow and steady, his rim stretching around me, his back arching, his fingers twisting in the sheets. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life.
"More," he gasps. "Don't stop, don't—"
I don't.