Chapter 10 #3
They cleaned up and dressed in their pink room, then headed for the kitchen.
It was a huge room with a sophisticated balance of old world and new.
Heavy wood lined the arched windows around the dining area, but the massive counter separating the dining area from the kitchen was sleek marble, and the kitchen was equipped with modern appliances.
Gavin hoped it had great food, too. Travel, sex, and swimming had him famished. “Let’s see what we can find.”
Luckily, the stainless-steel refrigerator was deep and full of all kinds of food.
Gavin could cook something, or they could eat a variety of fruits and cheeses.
He opted for the latter and pulled out three kinds of cheese and a handful of fruit, including apples and peaches. He placed them all on the counter.
While Gavin raided the fridge, Johnny checked out the pantry. “I can’t find crackers, but we have this bread.” He held up the popular round, flatbread commonly eaten in Morocco. Gavin had figured there’d be some there. It could be found almost everywhere in the area and would make a great snack.
“Good.” He pointed to the counter where he’d dropped his loot, stuck his head back in the fridge, and happily came up with a plastic container. He opened the lid and dipped his finger into the brownish-red dip. “Zaalouk!”
“What?”
“This stuff is great. I had it last time I was here.”
“You’ve been here before?”
Gavin shook his head. “I’ve been to Morocco. It’s been a while, but never here.” He looked around the palatial room. He hoped he’d have an opportunity to return, though. The place was amazing, and so was the company.
Gavin chopped up fruit and cheese. Then he spread some of the Zaalouk dip onto a piece of the bread. “Try this.” He held it out to Johnny. “It’s made from eggplant. Don’t know what else is in it, but it’s great.”
Johnny tried it and nodded, humming his appreciation.
It didn’t take long for them to devour the fruit and cheese. They drank bottled water along with the food. “I’m sure they have wine or tea, but...”
“Water’s good. Refreshing.” Johnny didn’t seem to mind.
“Good. We’ll probably be treated to a full Moroccan dinner tomorrow. The guys will be happy about that.” Johnny’s eyes dropped as Gavin mentioned the other guys. “Hey! We can go out.” Johnny didn’t perk up. “What’s up with this?”
Johnny shook his head. “Nothing. I’m fine. It’s fine. Everything is amazing. I’m having a great time.”
Gavin could tell that Johnny wasn’t exactly lying, but he wasn't completely truthful either. “I think we should get to know each other better.”
“Uh, sure?”
“We’ve been seeing each other, but come on, let’s clean up and put our time to good use.” He eased closer to Johnny, close enough to lean over and nudge his nose against Johnny’s ear and whisper, “I brought something for you. We should use it.”
Johnny trembled.
Perfect reaction. Gavin couldn’t wait to get him back into the bedroom. He hurried to get through the chore so he could dash away with his lover.
Once inside the room, Gavin grabbed his suitcase and chuckled. “Get undressed and get on the bed, Johnny.”
“Don’t know why I bothered to put clothes on.”
“You bothered because no one else gets to see you naked.” Not that the other guys in the house had been eyeing him.
Gavin figured they were all straight, but he didn’t know all of them, nor did he know any of them very well.
He knew several by reputation, and a few he’d met before, but long conversations had not happened.
Gavin and his team’s connections with Toyota were loose at best.
None of that mattered anyway. What mattered was getting to the heart of what was bugging Johnny. He pilfered through his luggage, locating the leather straps he’d packed.
Johnny’s phone rang, and he stared down at it. “It’s Pilot.”
“Oh? Gonna answer?”
“No.” Johnny shook his head. “I’ll talk to him later.” The way he said the words, Gavin heard I’m all yours for now. He counted that as a good sign.
Gavin dropped the straps on the bed beside Johnny. He was gloriously naked and hard. Another very good sign. “I want to try something, okay? It’s a game. But it’s about getting to know you and, well, sex of course.”
“Okay?”
“I’m going to strap you up and do things.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and Johnny laughed. “I’m going to ask you questions. You have to answer them truthfully. You’ll be rewarded for each truthful answer.”
“I’m not sure if that sounds fun or not.” Johnny bit his lip.
“It’ll be good.”
“When do I get to ask you questions?”
Gavin bobbed his head, thinking about it. “Later.”
Johnny sat up on the bed. “Promise?”
“Yes. Now, here. Give me your leg.” Gavin slipped the leather around Johnny’s right leg and fastened it at the thigh.
He repeated the same process on the other leg.
“This one goes around the back of your neck.” He slipped the leather over Johnny’s neck and then fastened it, one at a time, to the leg straps.
“I’d prefer a spreader bar but couldn’t exactly bring that through airport security. ”
Johnny snorted. “No, guess not. But these?” He plucked at the restraints.
“One more thing.” Gavin went back to his luggage and found the cuffs he’d packed. “These too. Give me your arms.”
Johnny stuck his arms out. Curiosity scrunched his face up.
Gavin looked around. The bedposts practically hid behind large, bulky lamps on the side tables.
He moved one of them to the floor and flipped another strap around the post. He positioned Johnny on the bed, diagonal with his hands over his head.
He clicked the strap around the post to the D-rings on the cuffs.
Johnny was sufficiently trussed up—hands over his head and thighs parted.
Gavin leaned forward and slid those sexy glasses off again. That was starting to be a thing with him. If Pavlov’s dogs were right, Johnny would be thinking about sex every time he took those glasses off. Thinking about Gavin. He kind of liked that idea.
“Comfortable?” he asked, setting the glasses on the side table that still had a lamp on it.
“Uh, yes. No.”
“You’re not supposed to be totally comfortable. You can do this, though.”
Johnny looked up at him, his mouth begging for a kiss.
Maybe seeking a physical form of reassurance?
Gavin could do that much. He climbed on the bed beside Johnny and tilted his head, pressing his lips to Johnny’s.
His hot breath blew against the side of Gavin’s mouth.
“Don’t be nervous. It’s only you and me. ”
“Okay.”
Gavin moved to the end of the bed. He grabbed the lube and sat between Johnny’s legs.
He loved the way the thick leather pulled his legs apart, back and out, away from his body.
It lifted his ass off the bed a little and gave Gavin a great view of everything Johnny offered.
He opened the lube and squirted a bit onto his fingers.
He smeared it around with his thumb, taking his time, letting the tension build.
Johnny huffed out a loud breath.
“You ready, then?”
“Yes.” There was that confidence Gavin had been waiting for.
“Good. Remember, every truthful answer gets you a reward.”
“Do I get punished for a wrong answer?”
Gavin leaned over and kissed the inside of his knee. “No wrong answers. No punishments. The more truthful, the better the reward. Okay?”
“Sure. Yes, let’s do it.”
“Fine.” Gavin waited another moment, watching the confidence slide across Johnny’s face. Satisfied, he asked the first question. “Do you enjoy this kinky stuff with me?”
Johnny smiled brightly. “Yes.”
Gavin smeared his hole with lube. “Did you also enjoy earlier, when we were gentle, vanilla?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. Gavin poked his finger inside Johnny’s hole and held it there.
“Which one did you like better?”
Johnny took his time in answering. “I-I don’t...neither, both. I think I like them both the same.”
Gavin moved his finger, sliding farther in and then back out. He dropped a little more lube on his finger. Before pushing it in, he asked the next question. “So...I know you’re not fond of Supercross, but can you get used to it enough?”
“Enough? Enough for what?”
“Enough that we can continue seeing each other?”
“Yes, I can do that.”
Gavin fucked his finger in and out. “Do you like me touching you?”
“God, yes.”
He hooked his finger, aiming for Johnny’s spot. Johnny squealed, and his ass came off the bed when he hit it. Gavin pressed on his abdomen, bringing Johnny back to the bed. “I’m not done.”
“S-Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Next question. Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Good. So do you see our relationship as only having a lot of fun for now, or do you think maybe we could have a future?”
“Gavin, uh, I hope that maybe we can get there. Shit, I mean this has been fun and a great distraction. I can’t say what’s in the future, though. We need time, but I guess it would be possible. Yeah? Maybe.”
“Fair enough.” He fucked Johnny faster with his fingers, stretching him out. He stopped and dropped lube on Johnny’s cock, making him gasp at the cold. “You said this is a distraction. What am I distracting you from?”
“Ha! Life. My boring fucking life. Don’t ask me about that, please.”
“Hm... Okay. I’ll switch gears a little.” He stroked Johnny’s cock. Twice. “Do you think I’m only in this to get close to your friends? To Bryce?”
Johnny chuckled. “Stroke my cock some more first.”
“Nope. Answer.”
“Fuck! Fine. No, but...”
“But what?”
“I’m pretty sure you were. That first night. In Vegas. That was all about Bryce, wasn’t it?”
Gavin stroked his cock two more times, then flicked his fingers under his balls. “I’m the one asking the questions here, boy.”