Chapter 30 #2
Once Johnny was moving at a good pace and panting with his efforts, Gavin grabbed his cock, stroking him firmly. Johnny trembled and shook as he came hard. His cum shot between them in a wonderful mess.
“You’re so good.” Gavin was ready to take his turn, though. He slid his arms under Johnny’s thighs and picked him up. Thankfully, the bed was only a good lunge away. Johnny landed a little hard on his back. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he said with hooded eyes.
“Good.” Gavin pushed Johnny’s knees back.
He snapped his hips forward, and Johnny’s mouth made a little O.
“That’s right,” Gavin growled out as he fucked into Johnny hard.
His animalistic urges surged over him, increasing his need to mark Johnny as his.
He wanted to shoot his cum all over him.
After a few more hard strokes, he pulled out and yanked the condom off.
He grabbed his dick and jacked it quickly.
He came hard and fast and dripped it all over Johnny, over his now soft cock, over his abs, where it mingled with Johnny’s earlier orgasm.
Exhausted, Gavin plopped down onto the bed beside Johnny and ran his fingers through the mess they’d made. Johnny giggled. “Tickles, Gav.”
The cock cage rolled closer to him when he shifted, so Gavin grabbed it and put it on the bedside table. “Sorry. Hey, let’s clean up and go to the beach. That’s why we’re here.”
“Didn’t you want to talk? Something about a proposition?”
“That’ll wait. Come on.”
They jumped into the shower together, rinsing off quickly, then pulled on swim trunks.
The beach was only a short walk from the hotel.
Gavin made sure of that. He didn’t need a view of the water, but it had to be close enough to walk there.
By the time they got to the water, most people had already left, leaving an empty stretch of sand.
The sun slowly set on the horizon, stretching colors like pink, red, orange, and soft lilac across the sky.
“That’s incredible.” Johnny’s eyes went wide. “That’s...just gorgeous.”
“Let’s get in the water.”
They dropped their towels and t-shirts in the sand and kicked off their flip-flops.
Johnny dropped his glasses on the towel then ran for the water like a kid, so Gavin chased right after him through the sugar-white sand that squeaked under his bare feet.
They splashed around playfully with the color-streaked sky above them.
Gavin grabbed Johnny around the waist and picked him up.
He lifted him higher before flipping him over his shoulder.
Johnny splashed down and came back up with a whoop. “Again!”
Gavin tossed him around a few more times before they headed back to shore.
Johnny bodysurfed in on the waves. Gavin loved watching Johnny have fun.
He walked along the shoreline, picking up shells.
Gavin had already fallen totally in love with the man but seeing him let loose and have fun without worrying over every little thing had him falling a little harder.
Johnny made his way back to their stuff and toweled dry. The sky was darkening as the sun set behind the gulf waters, and Gavin’s stomach growled. He jumped in the water for one more quick dip, then turned to find Johnny on the shore.
“Damn,” Johnny said, passing him a towel. “You look great with water dripping all over you like that.” He reached out and chased a drop down the center of Gavin’s chest.
Gavin grabbed his hand and kissed that finger. “We could rent bicycles and go for a ride tomorrow before we have to check out. Maybe a little more beach time? That way, we’ll get a workout in, and it’ll still be fun.”
“That’s fine by me.” Johnny’s eyes sparkled behind his glasses in the fading light. “I’m having fun.”
“Good. Let’s go get dressed and get some dinner.” Gavin’s stomach growled again as if it agreed.
They walked back to their room, holding hands and smiling. Johnny shook Gavin’s hand. “You ever going to talk to me about this mysterious proposal? It’s killing me.”
Gavin wanted to talk about it, but he also didn’t want to ruin their good time if the conversation turned south. He needed to get it out, though. It was important. “At dinner.”
Their hotel had an attached restaurant with an outdoor deck where they could look over the ocean while they ate. They could hear the waves roaring in and out and the seagulls calling on the wind. It was serene and peaceful, and the food was amazing. Almost.
Johnny ordered a sirloin, but it came out overdone. He complained quietly, trying not to make waves, but Gavin hated seeing him pout. “Send it back.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m fine.” He wasn’t fine. His eyebrows pinched together, dipping low behind his glasses, and even though Gavin loved his sulky mouth, he hated seeing it in a frown.
“You should send it back. It’s not good. I want you to be happy, Johnny.”
“It’s fine.”
“Send it back.”
“No, Gavin. You don’t send food back. That’s not—I don’t trust what comes back afterward.”
Gavin rubbed his face. “Come on, Johnny. This place is professional. Their cooks are not going to spit in your food, I promise. Send it back.”
Johnny opened his mouth, presumably to protest again when the server walked up. “How is everything?” Her blondish-brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore entirely too much makeup. She was probably in her early thirties and very bubbly.
“Hi, mostly good,” Gavin said, nodding to indicate Johnny’s plate. “His steak is overdone. He ordered medium rare, but that’s totally well done.”
She looked at the steak and then her notepad. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Let me take that and get you a rush order out.” She took the food.
Johnny scowled even more and put his hands in his lap. “I wish you wouldn’t have done that.”
“I know, but no way could I sit here and eat with you scowling like that. I want to enjoy this night and you.” Gavin popped a shrimp into his mouth.
A few minutes later, she brought Johnny a fresh steak, cooked right, but he was still hesitant to eat it. Gavin took it and cut a few pieces and ate one. “It’s fine. It’s good.”
Johnny sighed but dug into his food, finally relaxing. Gavin figured that would be the best time to open the conversation he’d been putting off. “So this proposal. I’d like you to come work with me at BikeMax.”
Johnny’s eyes widened, and he stopped chewing. “Wha?” he asked with his mouth full.
“I need someone to head up the business and accounting side. We have two part-time workers that code transactions and stuff, but we want someone more experienced, who can make sure shit happens. Make sure things are going the way they’re supposed to and on budget.
Wolfe’s boyfriend, Corey, has been doing some of that, but it’s not what he wants to do. Not what Jack wants either.”
“I don’t know anything about Supercross.”
Gavin flagged the server down as she passed and ordered their signature highball drink. He needed something cool and strong. She nodded and thanked him, promising to return shortly.
Johnny still hadn’t started eating again. He stared at Gavin as if he thought Gavin had lost his mind.
“Johnny, come on. You know about accounting. Income, expenses, payroll, taxes...budgets. All that finance shit.”
Johnny finally swallowed hard, and it made Gavin think about what else he could be swallowing like that. “Yes, of course, Gavin. But—”
“You can easily pick up the rest. You have people to ask. Like me. We want you for your expertise, not because you know Supercross. Some of the stuff we get from sponsors has to be valued since they’re things like gear and bike parts, but we’ll help with that.”
“It’d be new and interesting. I’d hate to commit and then hate it. Then where will we be?”
“We can start on a contract basis, temporary. If you like it, you can stay. If not, you don’t. That simple.”
“Where does that leave us? If I leave? How do we work as a couple with me working for you? I don’t know.” He put his knife and fork on the table and squished up his face.
“Johnny, you won’t work for me. You’ll work with me.
You’ll work for BikeMax Racing. I don’t own BikeMax.
We’ll be equals, and it might work better for us as a couple.
You’ve been worried about how we’re going to keep this going.
Now, you’ll know more about my schedule, where I am, what I’m doing.
You’ll be able to go to the races and go with me on trips as a business partner.
It means more travel for you, but we’ll also be together more. ”
“Isn’t BikeMax out of LA? Won’t I have to move?”
“Not at first, no. You don’t have to move at all, but maybe you’ll travel more, and maybe when you have to be in LA, you can stay with me.” The simple thought of getting Johnny home, to his house, in his bed, had Gavin’s dick waking up and stirring around and begging for attention.
“I’ll think about it.”
“How about I have a contract sent over to you? You can look at it and think about it and decide?”
Johnny nodded but looked at his plate. That worried expression stuck on his face.
“Johnny, no matter what you decide, it doesn’t change our relationship. It doesn’t change the way I feel about you. You’re totally qualified, and there’s no one I’d rather work with, and it might help things between us. But there are no conditions. If you say no, that’s fine too.”
A shy smile snuck out. “Okay. Send the contracts, and I’ll give you an answer before the next race.”