Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Johnny
Johnny had no clue where Gavin was taking him. He didn’t much care if it got his mind off his uncle and the guilt that threatened to consume him. After a few minutes, they pulled into a junkyard. “What’s this?”
“Come on. You’ll see.”
They walked up to the front of a long red building. A sign near the front said Pick Your Part—Self Service.
Gavin went inside while Johnny gazed through a chain-link fence at the side of the building.
Behind the fence, tons of cars were parked in rows.
Across the lot on the far side, old wrecks had been stacked on top of each other.
Johnny didn’t need car parts and couldn’t understand what Gavin might have been thinking.
Gavin walked back out. “Come on.”
“Do you know someone who works here or something?”
“No.”
“What are we doing?”
Gavin took his hand and shushed him. He led Johnny through the building and into the lot.
A man dropped a sledgehammer on the ground.
He was a little older than Johnny and a bit chunky.
He wore a dark t-shirt, dirty jeans, and work boots.
A goatee lined his chubby cheeks. “Here you go, man.” He reached out and shook Gavin’s hand.
“Over that way. Anyone you want. Go for it.” He pointed toward the stacks of abandoned cars in the back of the lot.
“Thanks!” Gavin said, picking up the sledgehammer. “Let’s go, Johnny.”
Johnny smiled shyly at the man who’d given Gavin the hammer.
He nodded then went back into the building.
Johnny trailed after Gavin. He kind of liked it when Gavin got bossy, going a little soft when Gavin got all commanding on him, especially when he went into comfort-mode.
This weird trip to the junkyard, though, had him thrown for a loop and way outside of what he was used to.
When they got deep into the yard, Gavin stopped. “This will work. Here.”
“Here, where?”
Gavin shook the handle of the sledgehammer at him. “Take this.”
Johnny took the heavy tool and stared at Gavin as if that alone could get him to give up his secrets. Johnny should have known better. Gavin kept his emotions tight.
Finally, Gavin said, “Hit the car with it.” He pointed at the wreck among stacks and stacks of cars. Several stuck out, more accessible, like this one. It seemed to be an Oldsmobile, maybe a Cutlass from the eighties or something. It might have been brown. Who knew for sure? It was a rusted wreck.
“What?”
“Hammer. Car. Hit it. Go for it. Smash the fucker up.”
“I can do that?”
“Hell, yeah. That’s what I paid the guy for.” The look on Gavin’s face was so smug Johnny almost wanted to hit him with the hammer. The whole thing was strange but sweet. Oddly.
“Okay, then.”
Johnny lifted the hammer and let it fall into the hood of the car.
It felt pretty damn good. Maybe there was something to this bashing-up-a-car thing.
He lifted the hammer and hit it again with more force.
Then he moved around the side and slammed the head of the hammer into the windshield.
A crack already spiderwebbed across it, but when Johnny laid that hammer into it, the whole thing shattered with a loud and incredibly satisfying crash.
He smashed the passenger window. Glee! He laid into the side door and then the hood, leaving massive dents in the metal.
He hammered and hammered until sweat dripped from his forehead and down his back.
He shoved his glasses back up on his face with his shoulder.
“Shouldn’t we be wearing safety glasses?
” He turned to see Gavin leaning against some other hunk of junk with his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed to be enjoying Johnny’s antics.
“Nah, your glasses are fine, and I’m over here.” He jerked his head to the side.
“Wanna try it?”
“Uh-uh. This is for you.”
Johnny smashed the hammer into the grill. The crunch of metal and plastic rang out, jarring to his ears. “Cool. Have you done this before?”
“Yep.”
“Tell me about it?”
“Keep going.” Gavin didn’t ever like to talk about himself, but Johnny wanted to know more.
“No, not until you tell me.”
Gavin sighed. “Fine.” He stood up straight and walked a bit closer. “Hit it.”
Johnny lifted the hammer but raised his eyebrows at Gavin, waiting.
“I used to ride Supercross. I had an injury. My arm and knee.” He lifted his leg a little to show which one. Johnny nodded for him to go on. “Ended my career. Ended everything, and I was so fucking mad. All the time.”
Johnny smashed the hammer against the car. “I can see that.”
“My sister. Ha! Rita got sick of it and dragged my ass out to a junkyard like this one and let me go at it.”
“I like your sister already. She must be smart.” He smashed the hood again. The metal dented, but it didn’t crumple like a more modern car would. They built them like tanks back in the day. He took another swing before looking over at Gavin.
“Yeah,” he said. “Rita’s a smart cookie.”
“So...now when you need to relax, you smash cars.”
Gavin laughed, making Johnny feel like a god. “No, I haven’t done it in years.”
“Ah...okay, but you knew it would be fun.”
“Yep. So go for it. Knock yourself out.”
Johnny let the car have it until his back and shoulders began to take on more damage than the vehicle. “Fuck! I’m done.”
“Feel better?”
“I do, yeah.”
“Good boy.” Gavin grabbed him and pulled him against his warm chest, and he relaxed into it. Maybe Johnny was stupid to fight this. He liked the feelings Gavin stirred in him way too much.
Gavin took him home after that. When they got there, Gavin slowly undressed him and put him in the bathtub with his favorite bath bomb.
The scent was called mahogany teakwood and smelled kind of woodsy with a hint of pine.
It always comforted him for some reason.
By the time the water cooled, Gavin had come back in with one of Johnny’s big, plush bath towels and dried him off.
He could get used to Gavin taking care of him, loving him, comforting him.
He led Johnny into his bedroom where Gavin had obviously been at work while Johnny had soaked in the tub.
He’d lit a few candles around the room and only turned on the side lamp, leaving the overhead off.
He’d stripped the bed to the fitted sheet, and the cuffs lay in the center of the bed.
They’d been playing a lot over the past few months, so Johnny knew a little about what to expect.
He turned, sat on the bed, and held his arms out, so Gavin could work the cuffs on his wrists.
Once Gavin was happy with them, he placed Johnny’s hands on his knees.
“I have a surprise for you. You’ll like it. ”
“I generally like most of your surprises.” That much was true. He always benefited from Gavin’s kinky ways. Although he had no idea how the man came up with this shit. “Who taught you all this kinky stuff, Gav?”
Gavin turned toward him with a collar in his hands. “Lean forward.” He slipped the butter-soft leather around Johnny’s neck. “It shouldn’t be too tight. I don’t want to choke you.”
“You’re not. It’s fine. So?”
“So what?” He stepped back and looked at his handy work. Johnny didn’t give a shit about the collar, though. Gavin liked that stuff, and Johnny didn’t mind wearing it, but it didn’t get him off like it did Gavin.
“Kinky teacher?”
Gavin snorted. “You think I need a teacher for this?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Someone must have at least shown you this path, right?”
“Turn over on your stomach.”
Johnny wanted to say make me, but he didn’t. He liked it when Gavin manhandled him, but he wanted to know more about Gavin, so he flipped. Gavin grabbed his cuffed wrists and clipped them to the back of the collar. That was new!
He slapped Johnny’s ass. “Get up on your knees.” More of that commanding shit that made his tummy tingle. And his dick too, for that matter. He rose to his knees, and his dick rose too.
“So I may have had a boyfriend in college,” Gavin admitted. “His name was Stephen Faraday.”
“No way. Tell me more!”
Gavin slid a lubed finger around Johnny’s hole. “I guess the main gist is that I went to Ohio State to get the hell away from my life. My parents. My wrecked career. Everything. I hid from it. Hid from life. When Stephen came along...his kinky shit let me hide even more.”
“How’s that?”
“We spent time at his place. Hiding. No one knew the kinky sex we’d been up to. He rented a single room. It fit what I needed at the time.”
“Did you love him?”
“What? Love him? Hell, no. We had an agreement. We got along okay, but I rarely saw him outside of fucking.”
“Like benefits with a side of maybe friendship?”
Gavin smacked his ass and withdrew his finger. “Something like that. Now, hush. It’s time for your surprise.”
“Isn’t this it? Johnny jangled the cuffs where Gavin attached them at the back of his neck. His shoulders pressed against the mattress. Gavin grabbed his wrists and shook them.
“No, babe. This is only getting ready. You know I’ve got more.”
“I’m ready.” That earned him another swat on the ass.
Gavin moved to the side table where Johnny kept lube and condoms. He slid the drawer open and pulled something out—neon blue, long, with ridges, and tilted oddly at the end. “What’s that?”
“This, my lovely, is a prostate massager. It’s going to light you up. Feel free to come anytime, okay? This night is all about you.”
Johnny had a million questions to ask, but before the first sounds could fall from his lips, Gavin slid that bad boy in his ass. He could feel every ridge against his walls. He moaned out wantonly.
“I hoped you’d like that.” Gavin worked the massager in and out and around.
He’d lubed it up well, so it slid easily.
It tapped against his prostate, and Johnny’s hips flexed.
“Mmm...there it is.” Once he’d found it, Gavin didn’t let up.
He moved it around and rubbed it against his gland until Johnny saw bright silver stars in the corner of his eyes, and his cock shot off like the Fourth of July. Fireworks!
Gavin grunted behind him as he shook, and seconds later, the splatter of Gavin’s spunk hit his back. “Fuckin’ sexy, Johnny, watching you come apart.”
Johnny couldn’t answer. He moaned, letting his knees sink down until his thighs rested on the cool sheets. He closed his eyes and let Gavin clean him up and unfasten the cuffs. Gavin pulled Johnny close, rubbing his shoulders and the back of his neck. “You okay, Johnny?”
Johnny groaned a garbled answer. Gavin chuckled before pulling Johnny close. He wrapped the top sheet over his shoulders and whispered, “Shh...sleep now.”
Johnny couldn’t argue with that. He couldn’t open his eyes if he’d wanted to, which he most certainly did not. It’d been a weird day, but with Gavin taking care of him, he’d made it through. He could get used to Gavin being with him. He had no more arguments.