Packing Heat (12 page)

contact when Gavin wrenched his mouth away like an addict

fighting for a moment of clarity. He reached out, one long arm

grabbing the handle of the drawer to the nightstand. He puled it

open and searched blindly through the contents. He tossed a bottle

of lube and a string of gold-foiled condom packets onto the bed

before he looked back to Brad with a wide-eyed nervousness that

finaly betrayed some sense of trepidation.

Gavin was going to ask for it. Brad knew it with certainty,

and he didn’t want him to ask. He didn’t want to be forced to admit

he wanted it, and he squeezed his eyes shut against Gavin’s

vulnerable look, tilting his head away from him. At the same time he

spread his legs, just enough to make the invitation obvious to

someone observant.

Luckily Gavin was always observant. Without another word

Gavin reached over, grabbed a pilow, and moved down Brad’s

body once more. It had been an insanely long time since Brad had

done this. Jake hadn’t been the last. Brad had tried bottoming off

and on over the years, but it was always an epic train wreck that left

him feeling dirty and uncomfortable for days afterward. Like al the

other times he’d tried bottoming, Brad felt a blush flood his face,

making the back of his neck burn as Gavin put the pilow under

Brad’s ass, leaving him open and vulnerable. Only this time it wasn’t

shame and awkwardness that left him flushed; instead it was a

crazed desperation to hide just how eager he was.

Thank God, Gavin was fast.

He must have sensed Brad’s desperation for the mindlessness

to set in. He needed something to pul him out of his thoughts and

make him ache and burn to the point that nothing else mattered.

Gavin gave him what he needed, teasing Brad’s ass with a lube-

slicked finger. He pushed past the tight ring of muscle, probing,

searching for the right spot, and finding it quicker than Brad

expected.

“Fuck me!” he shouted, forgetting just how intense that

particular erogenous zone could burn. He bowed into the pressure

of Gavin’s finger on his gland, fighting for breath against the shock

of it after years of going without. He tossed his head back as Gavin

stroked him, pushing Brad to the brink of mindlessness he craved.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Gav. It feels good. You’re doing good; just

move a little to the left—holy hel!”

The rocket fire of lust struck twice as violently when Gavin hit

him just right, and he spread his legs farther apart, opening himself

wide to the pleasure. He had a white-knuckled grip on the

headboard, using it to push back against the thrust of Gavin’s

fingers. It seemed he was unable to stop from being pushy in bed,

even when chained down and getting finger fucked by a brick wal

of a cop.

“Use two fingers.” Brad’s voice was low and demanding

even to his own ears. “Stretch me, baby. Yeah, good, fuck!”

He bowed once more, rutting against Gavin’s fingers. His

cock actualy started to swel. Despite Gavin nearly sucking him

dry, it grew thicker against the flat plane of Brad’s stomach, aching

al over again.

“Suck me,” he demanded, now stretched wide with two of

Gavin’s fingers working in him. He gasped out loud from the dual

stimulation when Gavin did as he was told, leaning over and

capturing Brad’s growing dick with his mouth. “That’s right, baby.

Suck it. God, you look pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Brad couldn’t help but watch, his reservations about being

vulnerable evaporating to the sexual current pulsing thickly in the air.

Brad liked seeing himself spread out, the pilow under his ass

leaving him open to al sorts of wicked desires. Gavin looked

amazing camped between his legs, his mouth ful of Brad’s cock, his

fingers stil stretching Brad’s ass, making him writhe from the bliss.

When Gavin stopped stretching him and went back to

pushing his fingers against Brad’s prostate, Brad closed his eyes in

ecstasy. A fresh sweat broke out on his skin, making him cold and

hot at the same time. The ache was exquisite, leaving him panting

and mindless. His words turned into low grunts of pleasure and

encouragement. He gripped the headboard tighter as the need for

something more than fingers had him fighting for clarity.

But clarity was gone, obliterated completely, making him

nothing more than a frenzied beast hungry for so much more than he

was getting. He struggled against the wash of bliss, even while the

stinging pressure had him instinctively thrusting and searching for

more. His tongue was thick in his mouth, his lips uncooperative. It

was a battle, but he finaly found a way to form one desperate

word.

“Please!”

Brad gave a keening cry of disappointment when Gavin

puled his fingers out, leaving him bereft and empty. This wasn’t

what he wanted. He mourned and burned and ached even as a part

of his mind registered the sound of a condom wrapper being torn

open and the click of a lube bottle being opened once more.

Too frantic to lie there sightless and helpless, Brad fought the

weight of desire to open his eyes. He sucked in a sharp breath at

the image that greeted him—Gavin leaning back on his haunches

between Brad’s spread thighs. His sweatpants were pushed down

to his knees while he sat there stroking his condom-covered dick

now shiny with lube. He puled at the tip of the condom, testing it.

Then he reached for the lube bottle again, pouring more onto his

fingers.

Brad frowned at that, wanting to feel the burn. Gavin must

have sensed his complaint, because he lifted his head, explaining,

“You’re realy tight, Brad. I don’t think you realize how tight you

are. Don’t you finger yourself when you jerk off?”

No, he didn’t. The memories were too bitter to crave that

sort of release—until now.

Brad shook his head silently, stil fighting for words.

“It’s okay,” Gavin said, reaching for Brad once more,

working two ultraslick fingers into his hole. “We’l, um…we’l make

it good. I’l make it work.”

Words seemed to be a battle for Gavin too, who was actualy

shaking with want, his body stil noticeably tight with the need for

sexual release. He was suffering for Brad, desperate to make this

perfect when nothing in life ever was. The two of them knew better

than anyone that life was dirty and messy and totaly unpredictable.

Brad wasn’t afraid of a little burn, and he was tired of waiting.

“Fuck me, Gav,” Brad demanded, finaly finding the words he

was realy looking for. “Stop courting me and fuck me like you

mean it.”

Gavin’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He abandoned

preparing him, smearing lube over the inside of Brad’s thigh as he

gripped it, forcing him to open wider. Brad knew Gavin was

probably holding his cock as he positioned himself at his entrance,

but Brad was too overwhelmed to look. Al he could do was feel

that first amazing stretch of Gavin thrusting into him. Brad arched

into the assault, letting Gavin claim him, surrendering himself to

being fucked by this amazing man he loved so much his chest nearly

burst with it.

“Fuck.” Gavin grabbed the top of the headboard as he took

him hard, pushing the rest of the way into Brad as if he couldn’t help

himself. Once buried to the base, he pressed his hips tightly against

Brad’s and stayed there in quivering stilness. Gavin was panting, his

broad body trembling, his entire being coiled tightly as if the slightest

misstep would spring the tension in him. “Feels amazing.”

Brad couldn’t find his voice to agree. The way Gavin angled

his hips forced his cock to hit Brad’s sweet spot with a second

thrust that was surprisingly savage. Brad jerked beneath him, letting

out a choked moan instead. Then they were both moaning, shaking,

gasping together with each hard thrust as Gavin obviously lost his

battle for control. Both of them used their grip on the headboard to

help push their bodies together over and over in a frenzied, wild

mating Brad couldn’t get enough of.

The sweat that beaded on their bodies made the slide of skin

against skin slick, easing the frictions between them. Gavin fucked

him hard, fast, forcing Brad to open wider just to make his claiming

movements a little more fluid. Every hard thrust of Gavin’s cock hit

Brad just right, and he was already shaking with the need to come,

but it’d been so long since he’d searched for this kind of release. It

left him suspended, tense, and quivering in that intense place just

outside oblivion.

He was starting to think it was impossible. He was going to

die from the strain of trying to come from nothing but the extreme

feeling of Gavin’s slick cock sliding in and out of his ass, brushing

against his prostate over and over.

“I can’t.” He panted between the mindless gasps of pleasure.

“Jerk me off, baby. Make me come.”

Gavin moaned in response, one hand releasing its tight hold

on the headboard. Instead of sliding between their straining bodies,

Gavin’s fingers tangled in Brad’s hair, jerking his head back. Then

he was moaning into his mouth, his tongue pushing past Brad’s lips,

claiming his mouth with the same hard, forceful intensity he was

fucking him with.

“I love you too,” Gavin whispered against his lips, the two of

them breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. “You’l never

fucking get rid of me. I won’t let you. You’re stuck with me, okay?”

Brad nodded breathlessly. “Okay.”

Gavin kissed him once more. They were suddenly one heart,

one soul. Brad was completely wrapped up in Gavin, and that was

exactly where he wanted to be. Forget coming; he wanted to stay in

this place for eternity. And life fucked it up by having that thrust be

the one that was his undoing.

Faling into the chasm was nearly impossible before that

moment. Now he couldn’t stop it, no matter how hard he tried. He

cried out when the violent ecstasy slammed into him, causing stars

to burst behind his closed eyes.

He dimly heard Gavin’s cursing shout of defeat as he

surrendered to his own climax. They shook together as Brad’s cock

pumped cum between their straining bodies. The stickiness, the

sweat, the humbling pleasure that left them both weak in the

aftermath, none of it mattered. Al Brad knew was they were

together, and he was realy fucking happy about it.

Gavin colapsed over him. “’S, good,” he mumbled into the

curve of Brad’s neck. “I love you. Love you so fucking much.

Thank you.”

“The cuffs,” Brad reminded him, hearing the heaviness of

exhaustion in his voice. “Come on, baby, unlock me.”

“Oh, right.” Gavin ran one hand blindly over the bed before

he looked to Brad. “Shit, I forgot the keys in my room.”

Brad huffed, though it was hard to be mad at Gavin with

those heavy-lidded eyes, mussed black hair, and dazed smile

making him look as charming as ever.

Brad tilted his head toward the door. “Wel, go get ’em.”

“Right, yeah, good plan.”

Gavin disentangled himself from Brad. He roled off the bed,

at which point his legs proceeded to completely give out on him.

Gavin crashed to the floor with a thump that was loud enough to

make Brad wince.

Eyebrows raised, Brad lifted his head. “You okay?”

Gavin grunted in complaint, fighting to get back to his feet,

stil looking dazed. His sweatpants had been forgotten around his

ankles, but now he kicked them off with more force than necessary.

Standing there naked, he brought one foot up, squinting at it in the

near darkness. “Hurt my toe.”

“You’re a shitty top,” Brad couldn’t help but point out. “At

least get me a fucking washcloth. I’m growing cold and crusty over

here while you pul yourself together.”

Toe forgotten, Gavin’s smirk grew devious. He leaned down

and actualy licked at the spunk on Brad’s stomach. “Tastes good,”

he said in a teasing voice, his breath warm against Brad’s

hypersensitive skin. “Twice in an hour. I must’ve done something

right.”

Brad couldn’t argue with that. He just arched his hips,

offering up his stomach for a second taste. Gavin didn’t disappoint.

He lapped at the warm cum coating Brad’s abdominal muscles

once more, making a show of doing it slowly, his eyes on Brad in a

seductive move that actualy made his cock twitch when it should be

dead to the world.

“You’re a dirty bitch,” Brad said, smiling so broadly his face