Chapter 27 #2
When I finally bottom out, balls pressed against his ass, so deep inside him I can feel his heartbeat, or maybe that's mine, can't tell anymore, we both freeze.
"Holy shit," I whisper.
He clenches around me, hard, and I choke on my own breath.
"Oh fuck." Doc's voice comes out strangled. "Oh fuck, you're big."
"Too much?"
"Don't you dare stop."
I pause anyway, jaw clenched, thighs shaking. Partly for him. Mostly because I'm about two seconds from blowing my load like a goddamn teenager.
Holy shit. This is... this is nothing like anything I've ever felt. He's so tight around me, squeezing, and every tiny movement he makes sends sparks up my spine.
"Move." Doc's fingers claw at the sheets. "Gavin, move, I swear to god—"
I move.
I pull almost all the way out, then slam back in. Doc cries out, and I do it again. And again. Setting a pace that's probably too fast, too hard, but I can't help it. Can't slow down. Not when he feels this good, sounds this good, takes me this well.
"Fuck, Doc, you're so tight." The words spill out without permission. "So hot inside. Taking me so good, baby, fucking perfect—"
"Harder." He's pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts, but I'm too big, too strong. I'm fucking him up the bed with every stroke, his body sliding on the sheets. "Gavin, harder, please—"
He reaches up and grabs the headboard, bracing himself so he doesn't get shoved into the wall. The new angle changes everything; he's tighter somehow, and I can go deeper, and I'm losing my mind.
I lean over his back, covering him completely. My hands find the headboard, too, both gripping outside of where he's holding on for dear life. He's pushing back to keep from getting crushed. I'm holding on to pull myself deeper.
"Yes, yes, yes—" Doc is chanting beneath me, voice breaking on every thrust. "Right there, fuck, don't stop, don't stop—"
"Never." I'm babbling too now, can't stop. "Feel so good, Doc, never felt anything like this, want to stay inside you forever, want to fuck you every day, want—"
Doc grinds around me, his hips moving in a way I didn't know hips could and my vision whites out for a second.
"Close," he gasps. "I'm close, Gavin, I'm gonna—"
"Come for me." I shift my angle, trying to hit that spot, and I must succeed because he screams. Actually screams, loud enough that the whole house probably heard it. His whole body goes rigid, ass clamping down on my cock like a vice, and I feel him pulsing around me as he comes.
And that’s all he wrote.
My rhythm shatters. I punch into him once, twice, three more times, and then I'm coming too, swearing and shaking and fucking him through it until I've got nothing left.
We collapse together. I try to pull out, try to roll off so I don't crush him, but his hand shoots back and grabs my hip.
"No. Stay." His voice is wrecked, barely audible. "Just... for a minute. Want to feel you."
So I stay. Softening inside him, weight carefully balanced so I don't squash him flat. We breathe together in the quiet.
"Doc?"
"Mm?"
"Am I..." I swallow hard. This feels like a stupid question, but I need to know. "Am I less gay because I don't know if I want to bottom?"
He laughs, soft and tired. "Gavin. No. That's not how it works."
"You sure?"
"Positive." He shifts beneath me, and we both hiss at the sensation. "Besides, I would feel like a chihuahua trying to fuck a Great Dane. Funny in memes, but logistically? Not working for me."
I snort. "Did you just compare yourself to a chihuahua?"
"A very feisty chihuahua. With excellent taste in Great Danes."
I bury my face in his neck, laughing. "You're ridiculous."
"You love it."
I do. God help me, I really do.
"So," he says, wiggling his ass just to make me groan. "If you ever want to try bottoming, I'm happy to help. But what you just did? That was..." He shivers. "I'm enthusiastically in favor of you doing that again. And again. And again."
"Yeah?"
"Gavin, you just blew my mind. Please never stop fucking me."
I'm grinning so hard my face hurts. "I think I can manage that."
We're quiet for another moment, basking in it. Then—
BANG BANG BANG.
"OMG do not start up again!"
We both freeze. That's... that's Ian's voice. From the hallway.
"Some of us are trying to sleep!"
Doc looks at me. I look at Doc.
We burst out laughing.
"Sorry!" I yell back, not sorry at all.
"No you’re not!” Ian shouts. “And I’m telling Drew you traumatized me!"
Doc is shaking with laughter beneath me, tears leaking from his eyes. "Oh my god. Oh my god."
"We should probably—"
"Yeah."
I pull out slowly, gripping the condom. We both wince, and I panic for a second. Did I hurt him? But then he's giggling, so I collapse beside him and pull him into my arms. Face pressed into my chest. Still laughing.
I press a kiss to his hair, then force myself to move. "Hold on."
"Nooo." He makes grabby hands as I slide off the bed. "Come back."
"Two seconds." I deal with the condom, grab a washcloth from the bathroom, and run it under warm water. When I come back, he's sprawled across my sheets like he owns them.
"Such service," he murmurs, smiling up at me.
"Shut up and let me take care of you."
His expression goes soft at that. Yeah. I could get used to this.
"You're ridiculous," he mumbles as I clean him up, gentle as I can manage.
"You're welcome."
He snorts, but his eyes are soft. Fond. Like maybe I'm doing okay at this whole thing.
I toss the washcloth toward the hamper—miss, don't care—and crawl back into bed, pulling him against me.
"So," I say. "Good?"
"Gavin." He looks up at me, eyes bright. "Shut up."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only answer you're getting." He kisses me, soft and sweet. "Now go to sleep. You have practice tomorrow, and I have to figure out how to walk again."
"Sorry."
"No, you're not."
"No," I agree, grinning. "I'm really not."