Chapter 10
Chapter ten
Gavin
He couldn’t wait to make his call. He held his breath until Johnny answered. “Hey, Gavin.”
His stomach fluttered, making him feel like a teenager again. “Hey, babe. I’ve got some news. I’m planning a trip. Would you come with me? Do you have a passport?”
The slight hesitation made Gavin cringe. Would he say no? Then Johnny laughed. “I do. I don’t think it’s expired.” That sound was amazing, even over the phone. “I’ve never used it. I meant to but haven’t had the chance.”
Gavin exhaled, relieved. “Great, double-check. You’ll need it.”
“Right. Where’re we going?”
“Don’t get too worked up.” Gavin was already excited. He leaned back on his bed and rubbed his cock through his pants. Images of a naked Johnny ran through his head. “It’s work, not a site-seeing tour, so you may not get to see much besides the hotel and the track, but—”
“Where?” Johnny sounded eager. His voice jumped an octave. Gavin grabbed the base of his dick.
“Morocco.”
“What?”
Gavin loved how thrilled Johnny sounded, even if it was only about a trip. The tone of his voice alone turned him on. “There’s a special event going on. I’ll be able to see some new racers.”
“Okay.”
“So you’re coming?”
“It sounds like it could be fun.”
Gavin lowered his voice. “I wasn’t talking about the trip.”
“Gav!”
“You have that toy handy? The one that syncs to the phone? Put it in and turn it on, baby.”
Gavin heard a grunt, a shuffle, and finally, a huff before Johnny mumbled an answer. “Wait a minute.”
While he waited, Gavin unbuttoned his pants and slid them off.
Thinking about Johnny grabbing that butt plug and lubing it up had him going.
This would be a quick conversation. He couldn’t hold off long with visuals of Johnny writhing on the bed.
He flipped his phone to the app for the plug.
He was going to drive Johnny out of his mind.
“Gavin?”
“Yeah. You ready? You have it in?”
“Yes.”
“Grab your cock. Every time I turn it on, I want you to stroke. Don’t drop the phone. I want to hear every little noise you make.”
“Yes, Gavin.”
He could imagine Johnny’s eyelids already half-shut with lust. “Here we go.” Gavin squeezed his cock as he tapped the control panel of the app and turned it on. He could hear Johnny gasp over the line. “Fuck yourself good, Johnny. Stroke that cock like I would.”
Johnny responded with a long moan. Gavin closed his eyes and rubbed his cock. Three times. Four. He stopped and tapped the app again, turning it off. “Stop now. Breathe. Don’t come, baby. We’re just getting started.”
“Oh-Oh...Okay. I’m good.”
“Yes, you are. So good.” Gavin hummed with anticipation. He couldn’t wait to have Johnny under him again. He tapped the app and closed his eyes, listening to Johnny’s sex sounds as he worked his cock over. “Not yet, Johnny.”
“Gavin...ugh.”
Gavin chuckled. “Hold on. Hold on for me.” He set his phone down and reached for the lube he kept on the table beside his bed. He squeezed a little into his hand before picking up the phone. “Okay, baby. This is it. You ready?”
“Gavin...” Johnny practically purred over the phone. Gavin imagined what he would look like in that state. Combustible. Delectable. Half-lidded eyes. His lips red from biting them. Face flushed.
He tapped the app.
Johnny gasped and moaned.
Gavin pumped his cock with his lubed-up hand, imagining the scene in Colorado, in Johnny’s bed.
“Are you writhing for me, Johnny? Squeezing your cock? Imagine that vibration in your ass is me fucking you so hard. You’re gonna shoot your cum on the fucking ceiling.
Jack your dick for me, Johnny. Flip your thumb over the top.
Squeeze it. Come for me, Johnny! Now, baby.
..” Gavin fell into his orgasm, his dirty directions to Johnny having as much effect on him as his lover, no doubt.
He shot up on his abs and quivered as he squeezed his dick. “Johnny?” he asked breathlessly.
“Yeah...”
Gavin chuckled. “Did you hit the ceiling?”
“No, but, uh, pretty damned close.” Johnny laughed a bit, and the sound made Gavin’s heart flutter.
He was totally enamored by his new lover.
The way he sounded. The way he felt in Gavin’s arms. The way he jumped right into anything Gavin wanted.
Johnny had his cold heart melting to nothing but slush.
“Good. I’ll send you the info on the trip. Night, sweet thing. Sleep well.”
“Mmm...you too, Gav.”
Gavin didn’t have access to Wolfe’s jet for the flight over.
That would have been amazing. He did get first-class seats on a commercial flight, though.
He hoped he could spoil Johnny the whole trip, and great seats would be a decent way to start.
Even though they sat in first class, the long flight wore them out.
When they landed, Gavin was damned thankful he’d arranged a car from the villa to pick them up.
Johnny crawled into the back of the long white sedan. “For freakin’ real, I’m feeling like a star. Like royalty or something.” The driver shut the door behind Gavin and slid in behind the wheel.
“Good. Mission accomplished, and you haven’t even seen the villa.”
“Villa?”
“There’s a big Toyota team here. They rented an entire villa with an extra room, so we’re staying there.”
“Hm.”
“What?”
“We’re staying with racers?” Johnny’s nose curled up a little around the edges, showing his disdain. He pressed his glasses back up his nose and stuck his tongue out.
“Wait until you see this place before you judge.” Gavin patted Johnny’s leg. He wanted to grab him and pull him closer and kiss that crinkled little nose. “This isn’t the US, so we need to keep the PDA to a minimum.”
“Minimum? What exactly does that mean?”
“It means that outside of the villa, we should refrain.”
“Crap-ola, that sucks. I kind of like holding your hand.”
Gavin slid his hand off Johnny’s thigh. “I like that, too. Don’t let it bother you. When we get home, I’ll make it up to you.” Johnny’s nose flared a little, and his eyes widened. Gavin had said home as if they lived together. “You know what I mean.”
Johnny didn’t answer.
The car drove away from the modern airport buildings and moved into a decidedly more historic district.
Old world met new world along the road. Most buildings were simple rectangles, but even those seemed exotic, particularly with all the palm trees and sunshine.
More traditional buildings also lined the roadway, sporting archways with light pink to beige coloring.
Gavin had seen it before, so he didn’t bother looking out the window.
He watched Johnny as he took in the sights for the first time, instead.
His face filled with expressions as if every emotion or thought ticked across his face.
It not only reflected in his eyes but also in his lips and nose, even his cheeks.
Johnny was stunning and mesmerizing. Gavin could watch him all day and all night.
When they finally arrived at the villa, Johnny glanced around with wide eyes. His wonder did not disappoint Gavin.
They pulled up the long drive, lined with palm trees, and stopped at the main house. The driver got out and opened the doors for them. “Welcome. I’ll take your bags to your room. Have a look around.” He waved to the main entrance.
The front of the large white house was lined with windows.
They stepped inside to be greeted by pristine, white marble floors and creamy curtains draped from the impossibly high ceiling.
The foyer area was decorated with bronze statues and understated furniture that nearly blended into the background.
“Wow! You said villa. This is a-a palace.”
Palatial was a good word for it. Expensive and luxurious were others. Johnny quickly paced through the grand hall to the back windows that overlooked a pool area. His mouth hung open as he took it all in.
“Hey, let’s go find our room.” Gavin grabbed Johnny’s arm and led him toward the stairs.
Everything in the second-floor hallway was as opulent as the first floor. The carpeting was thick, and the ceilings high. The driver came up a second set of stairs with their bags. “Here we are,” he said, motioning to a large, dark wood door.
Inside, gray and pink dominated the room with long pink curtains surrounding the bed in a rather feminine canopy.
Johnny laughed and covered his mouth, earning a glare from Gavin, but he could honestly say the room, fit for a princess, was surely a reason to laugh.
He allowed the corner of his lip to snark up.
The driver sat the luggage inside the door and looked around with a shrug. “It was the only room left.”
“It’s fine.” Gavin nodded, sliding a twenty-dirhams note into the driver’s hand.
The driver mildly protested, but Gavin waved him off. The man left with a quick nod, and Gavin turned back to Johnny to see him take in the overly pink room.
Johnny smiled and sorted their luggage without a word.
Gavin shook his head. “We can, uh...call it salmon.”
Johnny busted up laughing and flopped on the bed, spreading his arms and legs out. The comforter was mostly gray but trimmed in the same pink that adorned everything, including the pillows. “I can live with it.”
“Maybe we can turn the pillowcases inside out?”
Johnny giggled and rolled around on the giant bed. “Don’t care.” His eyelids dropped, and he licked his lips. “I’m here. In this...uh, crazy palace. With you. I do not even care about all the...” He gestured around the room.
“Good.” Gavin knee-walked across the bed until he lumbered over Johnny.
He leaned in and kissed him. At first, it was a soft, sensual press of lips, but his Johnny didn’t hesitate to open up for him.
He plunged into that wet, warm mouth, demanding and deepening the kiss.
When he pulled back, he stared into those half-lidded eyes, mostly hidden behind his thick frames.
His Johnny.
If he could do it, those words would be true. Soon.