Inked Music, page 16
Gavin’s laugh might be the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.
“Then let me feed you. I know I seem to be doing it a lot, but I love it. It’s so intimate. And sexy.” Why not indulge that?
“Yes, Sir.” Gavin reached up, cupped his cheek. “You’re like a dream, a fantasy.”
He leaned his head into Gavin’s touch. “I promise you, I’m real. But it makes me happy that my instincts are right. That what I want to do with you, how I want to treat you, is what you want as well.”
“Um-hum. Should we go down to the kitchen?”
“No need. I brought a bunch of leftovers up.” He reached over to the table and grabbed the guacamole. He handed it to Gavin to hold, then reached for the nacho chips. “Ta-da.”
“Oh Sir, you’re going to spoil me into oblivion.” Gavin held out the guac and opened wide.
He thought there were much worse things in life than that. Chuckling, he dipped a chip and popped it onto Gavin’s tongue. “Voila.”
“Uhn.” Those dark eyes rolled back, all drama.
Rene laughed, tickled. “Best guacamole and chips you’ve ever had?”
“How did you ever guess?” Gavin scooped a bite of guacamole with one finger and popped it in Rene’s mouth.
Rene pulled Gavin’s finger right in, licking the guacamole off and then sucking, taking in the flavor of Gavin himself. Gavin shifted in his lap, straddling him. He groaned around Gavin’s finger, then slowly let it slide from between his lips.
“Are you trying to seduce me away from our snacks, boy?” He was not at all averse to the idea.
“No, Sir. I am letting us luxuriate in our goodies.”
“That’s a great word.” Rene slid his hands to Gavin’s ass and tugged him in closer.
“Isn’t it? It’s one of my favorites.”
“It makes me happy that you like words and reading. That we have so much in common.” He reached over, grabbing one of the tacos blindly. This was going to get messy.
“Can I feed you this time?” Gavin reached for the taco.
He handed it over, a bit of the filling falling out. Oh yeah, not the best idea he’d ever had. On the other hand, they were both naked and totally washable. In fact, a shower together would be fun.
Gavin fed him, soft laughter filling the air as the taco shell tried to shatter. He managed to get a bite of food into his mouth before the thing disintegrated, all the insides falling between them, mostly into Gavin’s hands.
“Uh-oh. Hand me that big napkin, Sir?”
He reached for one of the napkins and handed it over. There were other ways to clean the food from their skin, but they’d barely started this meal. Rene figured there’d be plenty of mess to go around.
Gavin was chuckling, the expression tickled and warm, pure happiness. Rene could get used to that happiness. It made Gavin shine. Hell, it was what the scenes were for—helping to find it.
“Looks like I didn’t bring enough napkins. Not if this is how things are going to continue, anyway.” He wasn’t concerned or upset about it, though. Rather, he was as delighted as Gavin looked.
“Would you like me to grab a towel?” Gavin looked at the food, then grinned wider. “Or three?”
“I’m not that worried about it. We can go shower, once we’re done eating, and get rid of anything the napkins couldn’t handle. Or we could clean up the old-fashioned way.” He leaned in and licked Gavin’s skin next to his right nipple, where a few drops of salsa had fallen.
Gavin began to reach for him, then stopped. “My hand is sticky.”
He chuckled softly, blowing air across Gavin’s nipple. “We are in a state, aren’t we? Let’s just eat until we’re full and then clean up.”
Gavin nodded even as he shivered. “We are.”
Now that had been an unintentional double entendre on his part, but it certainly worked. He slid his hand along Gavin’s spine until he could curl it around Gavin’s lovely ass. “I’ll have another bite of that taco, if we haven’t lost the entire insides down our fronts.”
“I still have a bite for you, Sir.” Gavin fed him carefully, getting the whole bite in his mouth.
He chewed, enjoying the flavors, enjoying Gavin gazing at him. As soon as he swallowed, he complimented Gavin on his form. “That was very well done. Let me see if I can match you. Taco or burrito?”
“Mm… I think that burrito, please.”
He reached over for it, touching it with his fingertips first, making sure it wasn’t too hot. Then he picked it up and offered it to Gavin. He admitted that the way Gavin’s mouth opened, the O he made with his lips, was sexy as hell. Gavin moaned as he bit down, his eyes rolling back in his head. Damn. That inherent sensuality made Rene dizzy.
He licked his own lips and squeezed Gavin’s asscheek. It fit perfectly in his hand. Like they were made for each other.
It was an amazing sensation; he hoped it was true.
“The burrito good, or should I have another bite of the taco?” He honestly didn’t care. Everything that was on offer was wonderful.
“I think it’s all good, but you should totally try the burrito.” Gavin took the food from him, offering him a bite.
He opened his mouth, holding Gavin’s gaze as he wrapped his lips around the food and took a bite. The burrito was good. Gavin feeding him was even better.
“You give me goose bumps, Sir.” Gavin held out one arm, and sure enough his boy was covered with them.
“That’s pretty cool.” Made him feel like a million bucks, actually.
Gavin hummed, then snuggled in closer. “This is lovely, you know. Sharing a meal curled up together.”
“Yeah, I think so too. Hopefully it’ll be the first of many.” It would make a lovely post-scene tradition.
“Yes, Sir. I’d love that.” Gavin kissed him, the spice heating them both up.
He stopped the kiss after a few moments to feed Gavin another bite. Every time they got distracted by each other, he’d pull back and make them continue to eat.
Gavin drank his cola, his throat working. “Oh, that is my favorite.”
“I know.” He paid attention when Gavin told him things. Remembered. That way he could always give Gavin what he wanted.
And, more importantly, what he needed.
They finished the tacos and burritos and most of the guacamole. “That was damn good,” Rene said, “but I think it was better than usual because of the company.”
“It was the best late-night snack ever.”
“May it be the worst late night snack we’ve ever had.” Wasn’t that sort of how the Irish proverb went? Close enough. He kissed Gavin. “Shower?”
“Let me clean up, and I’ll meet you there?”
“You don’t need to clean up by yourself.” He tilted his head. “We never made a decision about service. Are you into that?”
“I don’t know. It wasn’t a thing with me… before. It wasn’t an option.”
“So your offer to clean up was…?”
“Respect? Care? Politeness?”
He tugged Gavin into a kiss. “Thank you, boy. It’s a lovely offer. I’m going to help, though. It’ll go twice as fast if we do it together, and the shower only gets fun when you’re in there with me.”
“That sounds great. Genuinely.”
He gave Gavin a quick kiss; then they got up and cleaned up. They quickly brought the garbage downstairs, running down naked and giggling as they streaked past Dev.
“He swears he never looks. He lies.”
“I’m a stud—he can look at all he wants, but only you get to touch.”
“Fair enough.”
“Can I ask you a question?” He’d been burning to ask.
“Of course, Sir.”
“Why haven’t you and one of the twins hooked up?”
Gavin smiled, shook his head. “I was really broken when we met, and now… now we all have the relationship we need.”
“So I don’t have to worry about any competition on that front.”
“No, Sir. I love them. I love them both, and I trust them with my life, but I’m not in love with them, and I don’t have erotic feelings about them.”
“Thank you for letting me know. And on that front, shall we streak our way back upstairs?”
“Absolutely. There’s a shower waiting for us.”
Laughing, he grabbed hold of Gavin’s hand, and they hightailed it back up the stairs. They were still laughing as they got to the master bath, the room huge, with a separate tub and shower.
They stepped under the hot water, the rain showerhead making the water seem so soft. Rene watched as Gavin raised his face to the water, eyes closing. Stunning. Truly.
“Oh, so lovely.”
His boy did love the water. It was dazzling.
“You’re the lovely one. Like a seal.” Reaching out, he stroked Gavin’s skin, loving how slick and warm it was with the water on it. “Speaking of animals, that brings the subject of pony and puppy play to mind. Any interest in that?” It wasn’t Rene’s thing, but he didn’t want to influence Gavin one way or the other. And it certainly wasn’t a hard no for him, so if his boy wanted to give it a try, he’d research it and do it right.
Gavin shrugged, shoulder moving beneath his lips. “Not really my thing, Sir.”
“That works for me. I don’t see the point in covering all this with masks and other accoutrements.” He ran his hand up and down Gavin’s body and traced the features of Gavin’s face.
“Flatterer.”
“I can’t deny that.” And he didn’t want to. There was nothing wrong with flattery, if it was honest.
Gavin chuckled at his reply and rubbed against him, ass sliding against his cock. Rene laid a hand on Gavin’s belly, encouraging his movements. He used his other hand to trace Gavin’s body, the prominent hip bones, the ridge of hair around Gavin’s prick. The heavy balls and hot, hard cock that shifted beneath the onslaught of the water, as if it were trying to get his attention.
“How can I want you so much again already?” Gavin asked. “I’m going to be a dried-out husk by the time I go home.”
“Nah, I’ll be sure to hydrate you,” Rene promised.
That earned him a choked-out shot of laughter, and he smiled against Gavin’s skin.
“I like that you make me laugh,” Gavin told him.
“There should be laughter, eh? Joy, happiness, coming. All the good things.” Life was serious enough without making scenes and sex some big serious thing.
Gavin wriggled, then said, “I want to turn around and kiss you, Sir.”
“Go for it.”
“You’re holding me too close.”
“Oh!” He laughed and stopped touching, spreading his arms enough for Gavin to be able to turn. Then he wrapped them around his lover once more.
Their mouths met, the kiss thorough and deep but not desperate. Not yet. He rocked them together, their cocks bumping against each other, and their bellies. Each time they did, the warmth inside him increased, making him want more.
He pushed Gavin up against the tile, rubbing harder now, the need going past gentle, past warm. Gavin hooked a leg around his. He grabbed Gavin’s ass, raising him slightly, and Gavin picked up on his cue, bouncing up and wrapping the other leg around him too. He braced Gavin with his hands, using his body and the wall as support as they sawed together.
Moaning, Gavin grabbed at him, fingers digging in hard enough he thought he might have fingernail marks on his back. That thought made him growl into Gavin’s mouth and move faster, press harder against Gavin.
They were so fucking hot together, hotter even than the water. Too hot to wait, to spend time teasing and showing Gavin his water toys. Next time. Or the time after that.
He loved how brightly things were burning between them. He figured that eventually they would be able to keep their hands off each other a little more easily. Or maybe not. In the meantime, he was going for it unapologetically.
This wasn’t controlled, this was them rutting in the best way.
He bit at Gavin’s lips, reveling in the groans that elicited. He humped harder, the noise of Gavin’s wet body slapping against the tile exhilarating.
“More, Sir. Please.” Desperation was a good look on his boy.
He shifted one hand so he could push his finger into Gavin’s hole. It was still hot and swollen from their earlier scene.
Gavin stared at him, eyes wide and heated, gaping at him like he was magical. Which was neat because he thought Gavin was pretty fucking magical himself.
He kept it up, humping hard, driving their bodies together, and Gavin took every single bit, every thrust.
“Get a hand around our cocks, babe.” He would, but his hands were busy, full of Gavin.
“Yes, Sir.” Gavin reached for them, the callused grip making him moan and arch.
“I’ll know your hand anywhere.” So unique and so good.
“Oh? I like that idea. A lot.”
“It’s unique. Like you. Oh.” He groaned as Gavin squeezed their cockheads together. Yes, fuck yes.
“Mm… that’s lovely.” Gavin squeezed again.
“Keep going, make us come.” Rene leaned in and sucked at Gavin’s neck.
Gavin’s hand was steady, sure, working them in a definite rhythm. Rene matched it with his finger, pushing it into Gavin’s hole. Gavin moaned, shoulders pressed to the shower tile.
“Could fucking do this all night long.”
“Promise?” Gavin squeezed them harder, jacking them faster.
Rene shook his head. “You’re going to make me come, and it’s going to be so good. But I will totally keep loving on you.”
“This is… so good.” Gavin dragged his thumb over the tip of Rene’s cock.
Rene bucked hard, slamming Gavin against the tiles. “Fuck! Yes.”
“More. Please, more, Sir.” Gavin bounced back into him.
He met Gavin’s eyes and gave it as much as he had, bringing their bodies together like he was trying to turn them into one. His balls were tight and close to his body, aching more with each jostle. He was close.
He could see from the look in Gavin’s eyes that his boy was just as close, and that spurred him on to bring them together with even more force. Gavin responded with a cry and by clenching his hand tightly around their pricks again.
As Rene brought their lips together in another hard, toothy kiss, his body convulsed and his balls emptied as he shot hard. Like that’s what he’d been waiting for, Gavin arched and dropped his head back, coming as well.
Panting, Rene leaned against Gavin, holding him up against the tile. He let his finger slip from Gavin’s body. Gavin’s chest rose and fell against his as Gavin fought to catch his breath. Rene smiled, loving the lassitude the orgasm had caused. Even if it was a little awkward, given that he was still holding Gavin up.
Gavin met his expression with a smile of his own. Dropping his head onto Gavin’s shoulder, Rene licked idly at the wet skin. Part water, part sweat, Gavin’s flavor was right there, filling his mouth. “You taste good,” he managed to mutter.
“I taste clean,” Gavin countered, and they both laughed.
“I like how you taste even when we haven’t just showered.” Rene wanted it noted.
“Maybe not right after a hard scene or a workout,” Gavin suggested, but Rene shook his head.
“No, I’m pretty sure even then. I like how you smell, how you taste. Not the soap you use—you. Even when that smell and taste are intensified by sweat.”
Gavin’s arms tightened around him. “Thank you, Sir Flatterer.”
“It’s simply the truth. And like I’ve said before, I don’t have a problem—if the truth is flattery, then it’s flattery.”
“It makes me want to say nice things to you too.”
He laughed. “There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“No, I suppose not.” Gavin snorted and hugged him.
They kissed, and by unspoken agreement, Gavin slowly let his legs slide from around Rene’s waist. He lowered Gavin until his feet met the tub. Rene leaned their foreheads together. He didn’t really want to get out of the shower. While it seemed like they were in their own world in his condo, that feeling was intensified here under the water. Here it was as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Gavin wrapped his arms around Rene’s shoulders and pressed in close. “I feel it too—I want to stay in here until we’re both giant prunes.”
It boded so well that they were already on the same page about stuff and could read each other this well. They were a damn good match. Maybe it was too early to think that. Maybe he was rushing from taking it slow straight on to jumping right in with both feet, but if he was moving too quickly now, that was too bad. No matter what he told himself, he was clearly already in this.
Chapter Eleven
GAVIN HADN’T wanted to go home, and Rene had seemed equally loath to see him go. He’d had recording to do, though, and Rene had admitted to a meeting and several items absolutely needing his attention.
Midday, a bouquet of fruit had arrived for him, along with an invitation to the TD Ottawa Jazz Festival that evening, both of which melted his heart a little more. Rene was so damn thoughtful.
The problem was that the jazz festival was out in public. With lots of people. It was sure to be close quarters, noisy, with occasional jostling. Gavin wasn’t sure he could do it if it were in an enclosed theater with everyone in their own seats, let alone what a concert at the festival was going to be like.
He went to find Silas. He needed to talk this out.
He headed to the kitchen, where he knew he’d find his friend. “Si? You in here?”
“Right here, Gav. What’s up?” Never beat around the bush—that was his Si.
“Rene invited me to the jazz festival. I-I don’t know, you know?” He opened his arms, begging a hug.
Silas didn’t hesitate to give it to him, holding him close. “I guess it depends on how badly you want it. It wasn’t that long ago that we aborted a trip for BeaverTails because you got a phone call about someone—Rene—wanting to meet you. On the other hand, you’ve had dinner out with him and coffee the other day and were happy to stay at Rene’s for a couple days.”
