Chapter 7 #2
“Sorry to interrupt. Bye.”
He stared at the gift. Torn. Gavin had been short, but he was in a meeting. He had answered Johnny’s call, even though he was busy. He wanted to give Gavin the benefit of the doubt.
Put it in.
Johnny took the toy to his bedroom and fished the lube out of his drawer. He dribbled it all over the toy and fingered his hole with it. Then he did what Gavin had asked. He put it in.
He was no stranger to having toys up his ass. Maybe not for long periods, but he could do it. He slid it in and wiggled it around. His cock sprang to life.
His hand already had lube on it, so he rubbed one out, quickly. Thinking about Gavin. It only took a minute with the little black silicone plug in him. After he finished, he pulled it out and examined it more closely. This model vibrated, and it came with a Wi-Fi connection. Wi-Fi? For a butt plug?
Johnny took it back into the living room and flipped through the packaging. He got lube all over everything, but he finally found and read the directions. After washing his hands, he downloaded the app and synced the toy up, then put it back in.
Less than five minutes later, it went off for the first time. What must Gavin be thinking? Was he in California? Was he in a meeting? Clicking on the app to set Johnny’s ass off? Johnny grabbed his hard cock and was about to go back in his room and jack off again when the vibrations stopped.
Johnny sighed.
This had to be the strangest thing he’d ever done. Why did he trust Gavin?
It started up again. Vibrating and filling him with sensation. Unexpectedly, it stopped.
The cycle repeated one more time, but the third time, the vibration changed up—became more intense. He needed to come. He needed Gavin.
Fuck his meeting.
He called Gavin back.
“Johnny? Are you behaving?”
“If you mean, did I set this up and put it in? Yes. So what are you doing? Sitting in your meeting and playing with the app to see how fast I come?”
“Yes and no.” Gavin chuckled. “To see how long you can last. No touching. No jacking off. Let me have control.”
Johnny’s response sounded breathy and small and vulnerable. “Okay.”
The vibrating went on and off the rest of the day. Johnny couldn’t go into the office with this sexual tension riding him. Gavin might be able to play with the app all he wanted, but it was Johnny who had the silicone in his ass, vibrating at regular and unpredictable intervals.
In the kitchen, he pulled out salad mix and tried to cut up a tomato—more vibrating.
He lounged on the couch, trying to watch a show—more vibrating.
He got on the treadmill, but two minutes in, the plug went off again. He almost wiped out getting off the machine.
Lying in bed was not an option. He wouldn’t be able to keep from jacking off. His dick was so hard it might go off all by itself the next time.
More vibrating.
Gavin could keep this up indefinitely, but Johnny couldn’t.
He grabbed his phone and shot a text to Gavin: I want to go to bed and take this thing out.
Gavin texted him back right away: Give me twenty minutes?
Fine.
He could last that long. He wanted to. He paced the living room.
He wanted to get into the shower, but with that thing in his ass, he didn’t feel like he could.
He was afraid of being electrocuted. It was becoming a little uncomfortable.
He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to do what Gavin said, but he was about to give up.
The whole thing was a little crazy. The vibrator went off again, making Johnny ping.
His whole body flared up like a roaring fire that had been building in his gut all day.
He needed to come. Or get that thing out. Or both.
He headed to the bedroom. Gavin said not to touch his dick, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped his pants, then grabbed the lube, but a knock at the door stopped him.
He pulled on his loose sweat pants, so he could answer the door.
Gavin.
“Hey, Johnny.”
Johnny stood there with his mouth open. The vibrating hadn’t stopped. He was about to explode.
“I’ll take care of you, baby.” Gavin shoved inside, shutting the door behind him. “Strip.”
Johnny heard the command, but he couldn’t move. Gavin stood there—in his house. Lighting his whole world up with a remote-control butt plug. Strip? Johnny couldn’t...couldn’t even breathe.
Gavin pulled his coat off and slung it over the couch. He reached for Johnny and pulled the hem of his t-shirt over his head. It got Johnny moving. He shoved his sweats off his legs, followed by his boxer briefs.
Gavin turned him around. “Bend over.”
Johnny obeyed, putting his hands on the seat of the couch.
“Mmm...sexy. Bedroom?”
Johnny pointed down the hall.
Gavin slid his fingers in between Johnny’s then used his hand to tug him in the right direction. “Have you been good, Johnny? Did you jack off?”
“N-Not after you said not to.” Johnny was damned happy he’d jacked off before he figured out the Wi-Fi.
“Good.” Gavin shoved Johnny into a seated position with his legs hanging over the bed. He grabbed a pillow and dropped it to the floor. “I’ll take care of this. You deserve a reward.” He knelt on the pillow and leaned forward, taking Johnny’s lonely cock into his mouth.
The vibrator kept buzzing in his ass while Gavin sucked his cock. He was on a sensation overload. After a whole day of playing around, Johnny needed to explode. “I-I-I’m...I’m gonna...” He moaned hard and saw stars as he exploded.
Gavin took it all, licked and sucked every last drop.
Then he stood. “Turn over.” He manhandled Johnny until his chest pressed into the mattress and his ass lifted in the air.
The vibrating stopped, leaving Johnny in a weird absence of feeling.
He’d gone into a strange headspace like listening to loud music for a long time, then turning it off suddenly.
Only it was his whole body that mourned the loss. He kind of missed it.
Before he could think much about it, Gavin distracted him with a lubed finger swiping his hole beside the toy, cool and tingly.
Gavin gently tugged the toy out and shoved lube inside, not bothering to work on the stretch.
Johnny heard the tell-tell sounds of a condom wrapper only seconds before Gavin’s big head breached him.
“I couldn’t wait. Your ass was begging for me. ”
After having been played with all day, Johnny’s ass was more than ready, but Johnny wasn’t sure he was.
He’d agreed when he put the thing in, but he still didn’t understand Gavin or his motivations.
He stopped thinking with the next thrust. Hard.
Fast. Powerful. Gavin took him without hesitation.
He lifted Johnny’s hips, making his knees come off the mattress.
He had nothing to hang on to. Literally and figuratively, he was at Gavin’s mercy.
He let go. Gavin fucked the hell out of him.
The sound of skin slapping and Johnny’s soft moans filled the room along with the musky scent of sex.
After a few minutes, Gavin stopped and flipped Johnny on his back.
He shoved his knees up and plunged back in.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, and Johnny obeyed again.
Gavin stared at him with his dark eyes, pupils blown, so dark that Johnny couldn’t see any of the colored flecks that normally floated around in there.
“I see you, Johnny,” he grunted. “I want you to see me too.”
“See? Gav...” Johnny could barely think, let alone see. He closed his eyes.
“No. Open them.”
Johnny opened his eyes. Gavin pumped into him, canting his hips and hitting his prostate. Over and over. “I...” he squeaked.
“Don’t come yet.”
“Gavin, please...”
“God! Ugh—Johnny!”
Johnny came hard. He couldn’t stop his orgasm. His ass clenched so tight he could probably crack nuts in there. Gavin’s poor trapped dick, but Gavin moaned out as if in total ecstasy. Johnny closed his eyes again, letting the sparks fly behind his lids.
That’s when it hit him. All of it. Gavin being here, fucking him senseless. The butt plug going off all day. Pilot not even bothering to call him when they got back in town. Pilot. He was gone, and Gavin had come, and Johnny fell apart in a big fucking mess.
A few tears betrayed him and trickled from the corner of his eyes. Then Gavin moved and saw it. “Johnny. Oh, baby, don’t.”
Johnny responded with a sob. He couldn’t stop. He cried hard and ugly.
Gavin gathered him up in his arms. “I won’t let go. I promise,” he whispered, brushing against Johnny’s hair. Gavin’s body was warm, and his arms were strong. Johnny pushed his face into Gavin’s solid chest. He didn’t know what he wanted or expected.
He hadn’t wanted to go into to work. He didn’t think he ever would again.
He didn’t care about not seeing Pilot or his uncle or anyone.
A part of him wished he could stay in this room, wrapped up in Gavin’s arms forever.
He didn’t want to deal with all the things he hadn’t been dealing with.
He didn’t have to. He cried his lonely tears against Gavin’s chest while Gavin cuddled him and whispered soft, comforting words.
For the moment, Johnny was warm, cared for, safe, and he was not alone. Secure, he fell asleep.
He woke the next morning to the warmth of Gavin’s hot body beside him.
Memories of the day before came crashing back.
It stressed him out, but everything ended well enough.
He didn’t mind waking up to Gavin in his bed at all.
He scooted a little closer to where Gavin lay stretched out on his stomach near the edge of the bed.
He snuggled close, draping his leg over the back of Gavin’s thighs and rubbing the palm of his hand down his back to rest in the dip above his ass.
He didn’t have hair on his back, except the baby-fine wisps right there at the bottom.
They made him think Gavin naturally had less hair rather than waxing or something.
He nuzzled his nose against Gavin’s arm.
He could play it off as being asleep and not knowing what he was doing until he slid his hand down farther and gripped that luscious ass.
That was maybe too much to get away with, so he did it again.
Gavin grunted and pulled his body inward for a brief moment before he stretched out with a high-pitched groan.
“Morning,” he said, turning to face Johnny.
“Hi, there.”
Gavin wrapped his arm around Johnny, pulling him closer until he was underneath half of Gavin’s body. Gavin hummed softly. He nudged his nose against Johnny’s. “What are you thinking?”
“I could get used to this.”
“Me too.” Gavin ground his hips, mashing his morning wood into Johnny’s stomach.
He was eager to do something about it, but before he could move, Gavin grabbed his wrists and pulled them over his head and pushed them into the mattress.
He shifted around to straddle Johnny at the perfect level to line up their cocks.
He rutted against Johnny, cocks banging into each other but not getting any real friction.
“Not working the way I imagined it.” Gavin let go of one wrist and reached below.
He grabbed both of their cocks together, and this time when he moved, their cocks rubbed against each other and against Gavin’s hand.
The edge of Gavin’s head rubbed along Johnny’s length, while Gavin’s fingers cupped the underside in a rough slide.
Johnny let out a low moan. He could get used to this for sure.
“That’s it, yeah...” Gavin said, fucking faster against Johnny’s hard cock.
It was heavenly, and Johnny called out seconds before his release splashed over his chest and abs.
“Oh! So sexy...” Gavin joined him, adding his cum to the mix coating Johnny’s skin. “I could totally get used to this.”
“Then stay.”
Gavin sat up and reached for a towel on the nightstand that Johnny didn’t remember putting there. “I can’t.”
Displeasure tugged at Johnny’s chest more than he would have imagined it would. Was it simply Gavin leaving or the prospect of being alone that got to him?
Gavin wiped the mess off Johnny and tossed the towel. “Hey.” He flipped his finger over Johnny’s nose. “I have an idea. Why don’t you come with me?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t want you here alone. Thinking lonely things. You need to be with me. Come on.”
He wanted to question those statements. Why did he think Johnny was lonely? Why did he need to be with Gavin? “Where are you going?” he asked instead. Deep inside, he knew the truth of what Gavin said. Maybe he didn’t need to hear it out loud.
“North Carolina. Beautiful country. There’s a race this weekend. It's a high-level amateur race I’d like to scope out. We could spend a few days, you know, having fun. Then watch the races.”
Despite it being motocross, Johnny wanted to go. He wanted more time with Gavin and less time alone. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll go.”