Chapter 3 #2
When Gavin got into the car, the tension between them was so palpable it was like a mist of sex and desire had been sprayed in there, and Johnny could do nothing but breathe it in.
He closed his eyes, willing his cock to behave.
There would be plenty of time to play around after dinner.
He cracked his window, hoping for relief.
“Are you hot?” Gavin asked.
Johnny couldn’t help but laugh. Hot was an understatement. “Not as hot as you are.”
Gavin shook his head and smiled, putting the vehicle in reverse and backing out to the street.
“Where are we going?” Johnny asked.
“That depends on if you prefer steak or seafood.” Gavin raised an eyebrow, looking from Johnny to the road in front of them.
“Steak.” He didn’t care much for seafood or sushi or anything that could go sketchy on him. He appreciated Gavin giving him a choice.
Gavin tapped on his GPS device and pulled up Stranton’s Steakhouse, one of the best restaurants in Denver. Johnny almost choked. “Do we need reservations there?”
“We have them.”
“Oh.” That impressed Johnny. “And where would we have gone if I’d said seafood?”
Gavin’s cheeks turned pink above his trimmed beard. “Still Stranton’s,” he admitted.
Johnny laughed. “That’s great.”
Gavin followed the direction on the GPS and jumped onto the highway. “I’m staying at the Hyatt. It’s right there by the restaurant.”
“Ah... It’s supposed to be very good.”
“Haven’t you eaten there?”
“No. I usually eat at places closer to home, or I’ll cook.”
“Oh...maybe tomorrow night you can cook for me?” He flashed his eyes to Johnny again then back to the road. “If that’s not being too presumptuous.”
“No. I think I’d like that. I normally only have myself to cook for, but I think I can whip up something to impress you.”
Gavin chuckled. The sound came low from his belly and made Johnny want to touch him there to feel it move while he laughed. “You impress me by just sitting there.”
“Stop.” Johnny smiled so wide it hurt his cheeks. “What’s bringing you to town? I didn’t think Denver was a big motocross city.”
“Bigger than you’d think. I’m meeting a potential racer. I hope to see him ride, but it depends on the weather. I might have to get him to come south.”
“Yeah. Tate and Bryce are trying to get some track time in. They don’t seem to care that it’s fuckin’ freezing.”
“Motocross is not for the weak.”
“How’d you get involved in this craziness? You never did tell me.” They’d ended up doing less talking and more getting to the sex. They’d only had one drink before going back to Johnny’s hotel room.
“I used to ride. I was pretty good. Thought I had a good career ahead of me, but it’s also dangerous.”
“Did you get hurt?” Gavin being hurt made his heart ache. He didn’t need to get attached to the man so soon, but his heart had other ideas, apparently.
Gavin ran a hand through his hair and puffed out a breath of air.
It seemed like the subject bothered him, and Johnny was about to take his question back when Gavin answered.
“Yes. I did. I got hurt pretty badly. Broke my hand and elbow.” He waved his right arm a bit as if showing Johnny where his injury had been.
“I could have tried to make a comeback, but I didn’t want to. I lost the drive.”
“From one injury?”
“No. It was more than that. I’d been injured before.” Johnny waited for more. “I-I guess, uh, I was getting a little older too. I wanted more, I don’t know, security. Or something.”
“So, you went to the business side of it?”
“Not right away. I didn’t know what I wanted to do but figured it might be something to do with the industry. I went to school...” He circled his hand around. They’d talked about their education the last time they’d met.
Gavin listened to the update on the GPS and exited the highway, following the directions rather than continuing his story. That was okay with Johnny.
They drove along quietly until Gavin found the restaurant and parked.
The outside of the place looked more like a fancy art gallery or museum than a place to eat.
Johnny never would have found it without the neon sign with the name of the restaurant boldly, yet elegantly, advertising the location in a white script.
Inside was cozy with warm earth tones and creams surrounding them and glass shelving circling around the main bar.
The chairs and booths were black, and the tables were covered with splendid white tablecloths.
Gavin gave their name, and they waited while the hostess checked on the table.
Gavin leaned in and whispered in his ear, “We’re a little early.
” His warm breath gave Johnny a chill that competed with the cold from outside.
He got warm while they waited and took off his coat. “Are you cold, Gavin?”
Gavin leaned in close again. “Not when I’m standing next to you.”
Johnny blushed. “Seriously though, it’s cold out.”
“I don’t own a coat. I’m from LA” His face was a peachy color, but Johnny wouldn’t call it tan. Gavin traveled a lot, so it wasn’t too smart to not have a coat.
“You should—”
Gavin interrupted. “Maybe I should get one. I have a feeling I’m going to be in Denver more often.” His eyes sparkled in the low light, promising more between them.
Johnny swallowed hard. The hostess returned to seat them and inadvertently save him from coming up with a response.
Once they were seated in a cozy booth, Gavin reached across the table and grabbed his hand. The butterflies rioted as Johnny forced his eyes from their hands to Gavin’s eyes. When Gavin had Johnny’s attention, he said, “I thought you wore glasses.”
“Contacts.”
“Ah...your eyes look lovely. I’m glad you went with contacts, but I liked your sexy glasses too.” He winked. How could one little wink make him so flustered?
The server came and took their order. Gavin ordered a ribeye, and Johnny went with a sirloin.
He hadn’t eaten steak in a while and looked forward to it.
Gavin ordered wine to go with the steak and impressed Johnny all over again when he went with a Malbec rather than the typical Cabernet.
Not that he was a wine snob, but he’d found it interesting.
Gavin seemed to like taking things a step further, like why rent a Toyota when you can rent a BMW?
Why go to a chain restaurant when you can get reservations somewhere elite like Stranton’s.
What else would Gavin do beyond the norm?
They chatted some more about living in Denver and how much Gavin traveled.
Nothing heavy, but very pleasant, and the conversation filled the time comfortably until their food arrived.
The waiter poured the wine, then left them to their food.
Johnny buttered his potato, then cut into his steak.
All of it tasted more delicious than Johnny could have imagined.
Afterward, Gavin handed Johnny the dessert menu.
“Let’s get something. I feel like being bad. Don’t you?”
Johnny couldn’t help his smile. Sweets were his weakness. He scanned the menu until he found the perfect treat. Eyes wide with delight—he had to order it but wondered what Gavin would think of him.
“What is it?” Gavin asked.
He blushed but decided if there was going to be something between them, he ought to get to know the real Johnny. “Alcoholic milkshakes.” Johnny licked his lips in anticipation.
“Get one. Want to share?”
“You like milkshakes?”
“Sure, why not?”
Johnny practically wiggled in his seat. “I love them...” He scanned the menu. “I have to have the Bailey’s chocolate chip cookie one. That sounds so freakin’ good.”
“It does. So? Wanna share?”
“Okay.”
When the treat came out, Johnny was glad they opted to share it.
The thing was huge, and he was already full from the steak dinner, but it was also perfect—sweet and a tad boozy.
He was pretty sure Gavin let him have most of it too.
He couldn’t remember ever being treated so well. He could get used to it.
After dinner, they went back to the car. Gavin cranked it on and turned the heater up. “Where to next?” he asked.
Johnny had a couple of suggestions, all ending with a bed, but he struggled to come out and say it. Would it be too forward? Too blunt? He licked his lips again, but this time it wasn’t about milkshakes. He had a different treat in mind.
Gavin turned away from him for a second and took a deep breath before shifting his body back to face him. “I have to admit, I’ve been dying to kiss you all night, and I’d kind of like to go somewhere we could relax a little and maybe...” He shook his shoulders back and forth in a cute gesture.
“I’d like that, Gavin.”
He exhaled loudly. “I was afraid you’d think I was moving too fast.”
Johnny couldn’t help the laughter erupting from his mouth. Between gasps, he said, “We’ve already had sex, Gavin.” They’d been thinking the exact same thing. Why was there tension around it? “Let’s go to your hotel. It’s closer.”
His room turned out to be another thing Gavin took a step beyond.
Not a room—it was a suite. It had a lovely queen bed with both standard and decorative pillows that matched the rest of the room, and in front of that, a couch and chair framed in a little seating area.
Everything was done in cream and blue that gave the place a homey feel rather than the manufactured atmosphere of every hotel room Johnny had ever been in.
Gavin took Johnny’s coat and hung it in the little closet before pulling him to the couch. His touch on Johnny’s hand sent electric tingles over his skin. He couldn’t wait for more.
“Don’t be nervous.” Gavin breathed the words into his ear. “If you don’t want to have sex this time, that’s okay.”
Johnny responded by pushing his body against Gavin’s.
“Or if you do...whatever you want, Johnny. This is your night.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why is this my night? Shouldn’t it be our night?”