Chapter 1 #3
Oliver nodded, words beyond him right now. He withdrew until just the head of his cock remained lodged within and then he gave in to his primal urges, taking everything he wanted, then grabbing more. He fucked with wild, reckless abandon, confident in the fact that Gavin wanted the same.
They clawed at each other like beasts, pounding together in a way that should have hurt but instead felt like fucking paradise. Gavin shoved backwards, meeting every single one of Oliver’s thrusts.
It was brutal, ruthless, even violent.
Oliver came first, his body jerking, as if he’d been electrocuted.
Gavin, lost in his own need, didn’t seem to even realize he’d come as he kept shoving back, kept fucking himself on Oliver’s dick.
Oliver’s fingers tightened as he tried to stop the motion. He couldn’t fucking take any more. It was too good…too much.
He reached around Gavin’s waist and gripped his cock, jerking him roughly until Gavin exploded, his come splashing over the bedspread.
Neither of them moved for several minutes, still connected as they gasped for breath. When he felt his strength begin to return, Oliver pulled away, locking his knees in an attempt to remain upright. Removing the condom, he tossed it in the trash can.
Gavin pushed up as well, twisting to sit on the edge of the bed. He glanced over his shoulder at the stained bedspread and smiled. “Oops.”
“Come on.” Oliver reached out, pulling Gavin up to stand next to him. “We’ll sleep in my bed.”
They crossed the hallway to Oliver’s room together, pulled back the sheets, and crawled in.
Gavin shifted closer, kissing him once more, their gentlest, calmest kiss of the night.
“Okay. So maybe you are bi,” Gavin joked.
Oliver erupted in laughter, the two of them shaking the bed for several minutes, neither capable of pulling themselves together without cracking up again.
Finally, they managed to settle down, both lying on their backs, staring at the ceiling. Oliver reached out and grasped Gavin’s hand.
“We’re on our way,” Oliver said, his heart too full to hold in his feelings.
Gavin glanced in his direction, his eyes curious. “On our way?”
“To our future. Now all we have to do is find our bride and we’ll be there.”
“Bride?” Gavin’s sudden stillness should have been a warning sign, but Oliver was flying too high from everything they’d just shared. So he foolishly kept talking, pounding the nails into his coffin, one after the other.
“Yeah. I mean, it’s definitely not Vivian, but that doesn’t mean the perfect woman isn’t out there for us.
We just have to find her, and then…then we can have a life just like our parents.
We’ll have a houseful of kids and dogs and cats.
We’ll take over the construction company when Justin and Killian and Dad retire.
The three of us will grow old together, sitting on the front porch, surrounded by grandkids.
I’m going to tell all of them the meaning of their names, just like Pop Pop does.
I can see it all so clearly, Gavin. Our future begins tonight.
It’s ours for the taking—and I can’t wait. ”
“Ollie.” If Gavin’s expression hadn’t told Oliver he’d just fucked up, his tone certainly did.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want that. You gotta know I don’t want that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know what kind of relationship your parents have.”
“Our parents,” Oliver corrected, something he did constantly. Even after five years, Gavin couldn’t quite accept or believe that he was truly a part of this family.
Gavin ignored him. “I can’t do—”
“Of course you can,” Oliver insisted. “Is this because of your mom? This isn’t you worrying that you’re like her or anything, is it? Because come on, you know—”
Gavin shook his head. “I know I’m not like my mother.
I’d never hurt a child. Ever. That doesn’t mean I want one.
” Gavin stood up, and Oliver sensed he was trying to pull away, seeking to put distance between them.
After everything they’d just shared, Oliver hated it, but he resisted the need to pull Gavin back into the bed, knowing his foster brother didn’t respond well to pressure, to being forced into anything.
“You’d be a great dad,” Oliver offered lamely.
“Jesus, Ollie. You don’t get it. You didn’t grow up like I did. You’ve spent twenty years as a Collins and it’s skewed your vision, blinded you to just how fucked-up and shitty the world really is. I’m not bringing a kid into it. Not ever.”
“Gavin—” Oliver started.
“No. Stop and listen to me. And then think. Think really hard. Do you think you could be happy in a relationship with just the two of us? You and me. No kids. No wife.”
Oliver didn’t reply. He couldn’t. “I love you, Gavin.”
Gavin gave him a sad smile. “I love you too, but that doesn’t answer my question.”
“I…” Oliver dug deep, tried to find the words, but he couldn’t say them. Couldn’t lie to his best friend.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
Oliver felt the first spark of panic, aware of just how badly he’d misread everything.
“It’s okay,” Gavin continued, the sad look in his eyes, breaking Oliver’s heart. “It’s okay, man. You just forgot one thing.”
“What?”
“Unlike you, I’m not bi. I’m gay. I could never be part of a relationship like the one Sean, Chad, and Lauren share. Never. And it wouldn’t work for you any other way.”
“Maybe…” Oliver started, but he stopped short because he knew Gavin was right.
Oliver longed for a threesome, a true marriage of three hearts.
Him as the lynchpin, with a boyfriend in one room and a girlfriend in the other, wouldn’t work.
And he wanted kids, wanted to be a dad more than anything in the world.
Gavin sighed, then he bent down and kissed Oliver. This wasn’t a prelude to more. This kiss was a goodbye. Pure and simple.
“I’m glad I was your first,” Gavin said. “You’re always going to be my brother, my best friend. Tonight didn’t change that.”
Oliver swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat, wishing he could find something—anything—to say.
“Night.” Gavin walked back across the hall to his bedroom.
Oliver sat in his bed for hours, staring at the closed door to Gavin’s room, fighting for an answer. A way.
Until a few hours ago, Oliver would have sworn there was nothing he wouldn’t do, wouldn’t sacrifice, for his foster brother.
But it turned out, there was one thing he couldn’t give up.
His wild dreams.