threw in his last card and turned a loose, happy grin on Davy. Davy’s breath left his body briefly. Davy’s heart stuttered, and he knew in that moment he was totally gone.
“So you’re not a huge asshole all the time.” Davy didn’t know what made him say that. Something else he’d blame on the whiskey.
Gavin bumped Davy’s shoulder with his own. “I’m glad you think so.”
Davy rolled his eyes. “Way to play the gramps card, dude.”
Ray laughed. “He learned from the best.”
Davy shook his head. “I have no doubt.”
Ray gave him a wink. Oh yeah. Gavin got all that old-school charm from Ray.
Gavin leaned over and kissed Davy’s jaw. “Wanna come see my room?”
Davy’s eyes threatened to pop out of his head. He couldn’t believe Gavin had asked that in front of his grandfather, but Ray just rolled his eyes.
“You two go on.” He waved them off. Davy died a little inside, but he didn’t stop Gavin when he pulled him up and toward the door to the basement, waving a good-night to Janie who rolled her eyes much like Ray had. Yes. Davy was officially mortified. And he wasn’t sure what the hell he was getting himself into.
Chapter 11
D AVY SHUFFLED from foot to foot as he took in Gavin’s room while Gavin got beers from his refrigerator. Gavin’s bedroom was actually a few rooms. The basement had been converted into a mother-in-law suite with its own bathroom, kitchenette, and small sitting room. There was a door that led outside so Gavin didn’t have to use the front door at all unless he wanted.
Gavin’s whole suite was bigger than Davy’s studio. The suite was homier than Davy’s apartment too. The walls were painted hunter green, and all the comfy-looking furniture was brown suede and plush. There were photos of Gavin and his friends framed and sitting on end tables. There were professional nature photographs on the walls, and on one wall a large flat-screen television that had a huge DVD collection on shelves underneath. If Davy had seen all of this a week earlier, he’d have thought it was nothing like Gavin, but Davy knew better now. Gavin was down-to-earth and comfortable. That was what his home said.
But comfortable was not the word Davy would use to describe the moment. Even with the whiskey still warming him, he wasn’t sure how to act. He waited for Gavin to come back with the beers to figure out what to do. Gavin walked over to the couch and waved Davy over. Davy took a beer and slowly sat beside him. They drank in silence for a moment. Davy wanted so badly to have something to say, but he figured forcing conversation would be more awkward than the silence. And who knew? Maybe it wasn’t awkward silence. Gavin had his head leaned back, eyes closed with a serene smile on his face. And there went Davy’s heart stuttering again.
When Gavin opened his eyes and caught Davy staring at him, the sudden heat in the brown depths made Davy swallow hard. Gavin’s lips curled up into a playful grin, and Davy’s treacherous cock lengthened in his pants. Gavin’s gaze landed on the obvious bulge in Davy’s shorts. The hunger on Gavin’s face made Davy both nervous and impossibly hard. He couldn’t tell whether his heart had stopped or whether it was just beating too fast to be heard.
Gavin reached for Davy’s beer bottle and placed it, along with his own, on the coffee table. Without preamble he leaned in to suckle on Davy’s jaw right behind the ear, hand caressing Davy’s rigid cock. Davy made an inelegant squeak and struggled to catch his breath with the onslaught of feelings. Of course he was turned-on. Who wouldn’t be? Gavin was ridiculously hot and smelled like whiskey and his expensive cologne. His lips were doing a number on the sensitive skin behind Davy’s ear, his hand firmly coaxing Davy’s cock into a tingling orgasm, even through Davy’s shorts. That telltale itching sensation had begun to tingle Davy’s balls.
Davy stilled Gavin’s hand
“So you’re not a huge asshole all the time.” Davy didn’t know what made him say that. Something else he’d blame on the whiskey.
Gavin bumped Davy’s shoulder with his own. “I’m glad you think so.”
Davy rolled his eyes. “Way to play the gramps card, dude.”
Ray laughed. “He learned from the best.”
Davy shook his head. “I have no doubt.”
Ray gave him a wink. Oh yeah. Gavin got all that old-school charm from Ray.
Gavin leaned over and kissed Davy’s jaw. “Wanna come see my room?”
Davy’s eyes threatened to pop out of his head. He couldn’t believe Gavin had asked that in front of his grandfather, but Ray just rolled his eyes.
“You two go on.” He waved them off. Davy died a little inside, but he didn’t stop Gavin when he pulled him up and toward the door to the basement, waving a good-night to Janie who rolled her eyes much like Ray had. Yes. Davy was officially mortified. And he wasn’t sure what the hell he was getting himself into.
Chapter 11
D AVY SHUFFLED from foot to foot as he took in Gavin’s room while Gavin got beers from his refrigerator. Gavin’s bedroom was actually a few rooms. The basement had been converted into a mother-in-law suite with its own bathroom, kitchenette, and small sitting room. There was a door that led outside so Gavin didn’t have to use the front door at all unless he wanted.
Gavin’s whole suite was bigger than Davy’s studio. The suite was homier than Davy’s apartment too. The walls were painted hunter green, and all the comfy-looking furniture was brown suede and plush. There were photos of Gavin and his friends framed and sitting on end tables. There were professional nature photographs on the walls, and on one wall a large flat-screen television that had a huge DVD collection on shelves underneath. If Davy had seen all of this a week earlier, he’d have thought it was nothing like Gavin, but Davy knew better now. Gavin was down-to-earth and comfortable. That was what his home said.
But comfortable was not the word Davy would use to describe the moment. Even with the whiskey still warming him, he wasn’t sure how to act. He waited for Gavin to come back with the beers to figure out what to do. Gavin walked over to the couch and waved Davy over. Davy took a beer and slowly sat beside him. They drank in silence for a moment. Davy wanted so badly to have something to say, but he figured forcing conversation would be more awkward than the silence. And who knew? Maybe it wasn’t awkward silence. Gavin had his head leaned back, eyes closed with a serene smile on his face. And there went Davy’s heart stuttering again.
When Gavin opened his eyes and caught Davy staring at him, the sudden heat in the brown depths made Davy swallow hard. Gavin’s lips curled up into a playful grin, and Davy’s treacherous cock lengthened in his pants. Gavin’s gaze landed on the obvious bulge in Davy’s shorts. The hunger on Gavin’s face made Davy both nervous and impossibly hard. He couldn’t tell whether his heart had stopped or whether it was just beating too fast to be heard.
Gavin reached for Davy’s beer bottle and placed it, along with his own, on the coffee table. Without preamble he leaned in to suckle on Davy’s jaw right behind the ear, hand caressing Davy’s rigid cock. Davy made an inelegant squeak and struggled to catch his breath with the onslaught of feelings. Of course he was turned-on. Who wouldn’t be? Gavin was ridiculously hot and smelled like whiskey and his expensive cologne. His lips were doing a number on the sensitive skin behind Davy’s ear, his hand firmly coaxing Davy’s cock into a tingling orgasm, even through Davy’s shorts. That telltale itching sensation had begun to tingle Davy’s balls.
Davy stilled Gavin’s hand
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