Chapter 10 #2
He carded his fingers through Johnny’s thick hair. “Nothing to do tonight. The others are all coming in. We could swim, eat, uh, fuck.”
“I like the sound of that, but let’s reverse the order.”
“You got it, babe.” Gavin leaned in and kissed Johnny again, slow and deep and meaningfully. He couldn’t wait to be inside Johnny, burning slow. For being a downright kinky dude, he was more than ready for some slow, sweet lovemaking.
He took the pace of their kiss and extended it to removing Johnny’s clothes, glasses first. He slid them carefully over Johnny’s nose and placed them on the dresser, taking up space on the far wall.
Afterward, he revealed Johnny’s skin under the cloth of his shirt, inch by painstaking inch.
When he’d removed the shirt and pants, he tucked his fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and ever so gradually rolled them down.
He exposed a hip and kissed it and then the other side.
Johnny’s lower abs appeared next and also received kisses. Johnny squirmed and laughed.
“Gavin...gah...your beard tickles.”
That only made Gavin try harder to tickle him. The laughter he was rewarded with before Johnny stuck his fingers in Gavin’s hair and yanked him off was priceless. A hearty laugh frosted with a tinkling bell of a giggle. Gavin committed the sound to memory.
The unraveling of Johnny commenced after that.
In no time at all and simultaneously too much time to contemplate, Johnny’s gorgeous cock popped out.
It bounced softly against his stomach, all flush, and pink, but darker than the canopy around them.
Before Gavin finished getting Johnny’s boxers off his legs, he leaned in and flicked his tongue across the crown.
His cock twitched in response, and Johnny let out a soft puff of air.
Gavin chuckled a bit, loving Johnny’s responses before he continued on with the undressing—faster because he couldn’t stand holding back much longer.
He pulled the briefs down Johnny’s legs.
Johnny had already kicked off his shoes, but he wore footie socks.
Gavin eased his fingers under the material and flipped the socks off Johnny’s heels.
He picked up one of Johnny’s feet and licked at his ankle, making him squirm all over again. “Hmm...that’s my new favorite game.”
“What’s that?” Johnny asked. “Tickling me?”
“Mmm...it’s the reaction I love. The way you wiggle around.”
More of Johnny’s soft laughter rang out. “For shit-sakes, I can wiggle for you without the tickling.”
“That’s not nearly as much fun.” The real-time reactions were becoming an obsession.
So much so that Gavin scruffed his beard against Johnny’s thigh on the way back up, simply to see it one more time.
Johnny did not disappoint. He wriggled away, but Gavin grabbed his hips and pulled him back.
He lay, fully clothed, on top of Johnny’s naked body.
He still even wore his shoes, hanging them over the edge of the bed.
Something about it titillated him. It wouldn’t last long, though.
Gavin sat up between Johnny’s legs and pulled his shirt off.
“That’s better, but keep going.” Johnny pointed his finger at Gavin’s waist.
With a smile that hinted at more to come, Gavin backed off the bed and removed shoes, socks, and pants.
“Yeah...keep going,” Johnny ordered him.
The role reversal was cute. It wouldn’t happen often, because Gavin demanded control in the bedroom.
That dynamic happened naturally between them, smoothly.
It seemed as if Johnny needed someone to take control.
He was getting bolder as his confidence grew, though, and that meant they’d have to have a talk about it sooner or later, but later worked for Gavin.
He slipped out of his briefs.
“Anything else, Johnny?”
“You.” Johnny nodded. “Any way I can get you, I’ll take it.” The words were playful, but something in his tone sounded like a deeper truth.
“Right now, baby, I want to make this last.” Gavin stroked up Johnny’s legs, rubbing his thighs and spreading them as he inched closer. When he settled between them, he leaned forward over Johnny, brushing their cocks together. They both moaned at the same time.
Johnny laughed again.
“Stop that. This is serious now.” Gavin smiled back to show Johnny he wasn’t totally serious.
“Uh-huh. Okay.” Johnny closed his eyes and tilted his head back. “Feels good.”
Gavin mouthed at Johnny’s exposed neck. “Mm...”
“Tickles.”
“Good,” he spoke the word right into Johnny’s skin. He rolled his hips, seeking friction and finding it against Johnny in a wild rut. “This is good, but I’m not coming like this. Let me get inside you.”
“Yes.” If only Johnny knew what that one little word did to him. Maybe he did. He kept saying it, after all.
Gavin needed more kissing. He pressed his lips to Johnny’s and let their tongues mingle, mirroring their cocks as they flexed together.
“Not enough.” Gavin got up and headed to his luggage to find his toiletries so he could dig out a condom and lube.
Once he found what he’d been looking for, he rushed back to the bed.
Johnny hadn’t moved. He lay there, naked, sexy, his cock pointing up as if begging for more.
Gavin growled possessively. He could easily devour this sexy man—ravish him.
“Turn over for a minute.” He liked having better access for prepping, but he had every intention of staring into those sweet, blue eyes while they made love.
Johnny flipped onto his stomach and pushed his ass up.
Gavin couldn’t resist smacking it, but then he kissed the sting away.
After that, he concentrated on the prep.
He lubed Johnny up, stretching him out methodically.
Then he grabbed his hips and flipped him back over.
Johnny grunted and spread his legs, inviting Gavin in.
Gavin quickly rolled the condom on and positioned the tip of his cock at Johnny’s hole. “Ready, boy?”
Johnny did that little shiver again. Gavin saw it every time he called him boy. “Yes.”
“Good.” He pushed through Johnny’s first ring of muscles and stopped. “Good?”
“Yes. Go! Please.”
He pushed all the way in, then stopped again. “Johnny? Good?” He wanted Johnny to understand the difference between this time and what they’d been doing previously. It meant more. A ton more.
“Yes, yes...”
Gavin pulled out slowly. “Open your eyes. I want to see you.”
Johnny’s eyelashes flickered as he opened them, trying to concentrate.
Gavin loved the way his blue eyes flashed.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He picked up speed with his hips, thrusting more rhythmically.
Johnny responded with every move, in and out, his emotions written on his face.
He sucked his bottom lip in and blew it back out.
He opened his mouth, moaned, and tried to close his eyes.
“No. Open.”
“Huh? Wha—”
“Your eyes, Johnny. Open your eyes, boy.”
Johnny shivered again but opened his eyes.
Their gazes caught and held. Gavin imagined what could be running through Johnny’s head.
What could he see in Johnny’s eyes? He hoped he saw love, but at a minimum, there was like, companionship, attraction.
And maybe the anticipation of a future? Gavin hoped his eyes said the same things back to Johnny.
For half a second, he considered asking, but he didn’t want to know if he guessed wrong.
He was content with the story he told himself.
“Mmm...” Johnny moaned softly and wrapped his legs around Gavin’s body.
Gavin thrust harder. “I’m hitting it? You feel that?”
“Yes...oh, yes...”
He felt Johnny all around him. He smelled musky, vanilla with a hint of something tropical. It surrounded him, and he wanted to drown in it.
Johnny’s moans increased, and he squeezed Gavin’s cock tightly. His eyes fluttered as if hard to keep open. They rolled to the back of his head, and his face flushed.
“So close.” Gavin huffed, groaned. Grunted.
Another sound came out of Johnny, a higher pitch that indicated his orgasm was barreling down on him.
Gavin reached between them, and as soon as he touched Johnny’s dick, Johnny shot off.
The explosion sent cum smearing between them and sent Gavin to his own orgasm.
He saw stars flashing behind his left eye as he shook. “Damn, Johnny.”
That orgasm had been strong, even stronger than when they’d been playing with some kink. Something inside him shifted. Clicked. Scared the hell out of him.
They swam a little bit until the guys from the team showed up.
Gavin noticed they made Johnny uncomfortable.
He went from swimming and playing and splashing to hanging onto the side of the pool as soon as the first two guys jumped in.
Gavin said hello to them before swimming over to Johnny.
He had edged over to the stairs and sat with his back to the main building, knees pulled up to his chest. Gavin didn’t think he had one damned thing to feel insecure about.
He looked good, as lean and fit as the racers.
Their muscles might have been a little more defined, but Gavin didn’t care about that.
Johnny was perfect for him. “Hey, babe. Want to go get something to eat?”
“Sure. I’m hungry.” Johnny practically jumped out of the pool and raced over to the towels. He wrapped one around his waist and threw another over his head.
Gavin eased up next to him and rubbed the towel over his hair. “Come on then.”