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won over agitation and he opened the door all the way, gesturing with a sweep of his hand for Gavin to enter.
Gavin wandered in, taking in his surroundings. The studio was simple. A daybed that doubled as a couch sat against one wall. An entertainment center and coffee table were the only other furniture. There was nothing on the walls. It felt more like a hotel room than an apartment. Gavin imagined there were jail cells with more personality.
Davy gathered notebooks and his laptop up off the couch. “Here. Have a seat.” After placing his burden on the coffee table, Davy wandered into the small kitchen that took up half of the floor space and retrieved a glass. “Do you want a glass for your beer?” He was still distant, but the hospitable offer gave Gavin a small seed of hope.
“You pour your beer in a glass?” Gavin teased. Davy scowled. Okay, no teasing. “No thanks.” He set the six-pack down next to the couch and handed a beer over to Davy before taking a seat.
Davy just looked down at it for a moment. He set it on the kitchen counter, then turned to Gavin with a wariness in his eyes that made Gavin want to weep.
“What do you want, Gavin?”
And wasn’t that the million-dollar question? “I guess the better question is what do you want, Davy?”
“What does that mean?”
Defensive. Great.
Gavin held his hands up in front of him. “Hey, I don’t mean anything by it, Davy.” Davy crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at his feet. “I thought we were cool, though—friends, even. But Nate tells me you got upset that I was hanging out with that guy at the beach.”
Davy scowled at his feet, then met Gavin’s eyes defiantly. “Maybe I just think you’re better than that. Guess I’m just naïve.”
The admission made Gavin’s heart flutter. Was Davy saying that he cared, or was it just a friend wanting better for a friend? And why in the hell did Gavin want it to be the former so badly?
“That means a lot, Davy.” Davy scoffed and Gavin jumped up and crossed the room to Davy. Both hands on Davy’s shoulders, looking into soulful blue eyes that widened a bit at the closeness, Gavin said, “Honestly. It does. Mean a helluva lot.”
Davy’s gaze never wavered. That intense appraisal was unnerving. It seemed uncharacteristic of Davy. He seemed to have found something he didn’t want to back down from. If only he’d—
Davy swooped in and claimed Gavin’s mouth in a fierce kiss. Holy wow! The move was… unexpected. But damn were those pillowy lips warm and inviting. Gavin refused to pass up this moment of insanity Davy was suffering from. He wrapped his hand around Davy’s neck and carded his fingers through Davy’s soft hair. Davy grasped at Gavin’s shirt and pulled him closer. Davy was breathing heavily as he opened his mouth to Gavin’s seeking tongue. When their tongues met, Gavin sighed. Davy tasted like peppermints and something undeniably male. Gavin’s whole body responded to the slide of their tongues. They were both grunting as they pressed their hips together and rocked into each other, cocks straining against fabric. Davy made such erotic mewling sounds in the back of his throat. Those sounds were enough to make Gavin weak in the knees.
As quickly as he’d started the kiss, Davy pulled back. He seemed as shocked at his actions as Gavin. Gavin didn’t want him to stop. Ever.
“Davy?” Gavin’s voice was rough to his own ears. Davy’s lips looked damn good swollen from kissing. Davy placed his palm against Gavin’s face and ran his thumb over Gavin’s bottom lip. A shudder ran through Gavin’s body and his cock ached for some skin. Davy’s skin, please!
Watching the emotions play over Davy’s face was confusing. Gavin wasn’t sure whether he should step back and give the guy space or not. Much as he didn’t want to, it was Davy’s call. “Davy? What are we doing?” Fuck. His voice was shaking.
The question seemed to make up Davy’s mind. He
Gavin wandered in, taking in his surroundings. The studio was simple. A daybed that doubled as a couch sat against one wall. An entertainment center and coffee table were the only other furniture. There was nothing on the walls. It felt more like a hotel room than an apartment. Gavin imagined there were jail cells with more personality.
Davy gathered notebooks and his laptop up off the couch. “Here. Have a seat.” After placing his burden on the coffee table, Davy wandered into the small kitchen that took up half of the floor space and retrieved a glass. “Do you want a glass for your beer?” He was still distant, but the hospitable offer gave Gavin a small seed of hope.
“You pour your beer in a glass?” Gavin teased. Davy scowled. Okay, no teasing. “No thanks.” He set the six-pack down next to the couch and handed a beer over to Davy before taking a seat.
Davy just looked down at it for a moment. He set it on the kitchen counter, then turned to Gavin with a wariness in his eyes that made Gavin want to weep.
“What do you want, Gavin?”
And wasn’t that the million-dollar question? “I guess the better question is what do you want, Davy?”
“What does that mean?”
Defensive. Great.
Gavin held his hands up in front of him. “Hey, I don’t mean anything by it, Davy.” Davy crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at his feet. “I thought we were cool, though—friends, even. But Nate tells me you got upset that I was hanging out with that guy at the beach.”
Davy scowled at his feet, then met Gavin’s eyes defiantly. “Maybe I just think you’re better than that. Guess I’m just naïve.”
The admission made Gavin’s heart flutter. Was Davy saying that he cared, or was it just a friend wanting better for a friend? And why in the hell did Gavin want it to be the former so badly?
“That means a lot, Davy.” Davy scoffed and Gavin jumped up and crossed the room to Davy. Both hands on Davy’s shoulders, looking into soulful blue eyes that widened a bit at the closeness, Gavin said, “Honestly. It does. Mean a helluva lot.”
Davy’s gaze never wavered. That intense appraisal was unnerving. It seemed uncharacteristic of Davy. He seemed to have found something he didn’t want to back down from. If only he’d—
Davy swooped in and claimed Gavin’s mouth in a fierce kiss. Holy wow! The move was… unexpected. But damn were those pillowy lips warm and inviting. Gavin refused to pass up this moment of insanity Davy was suffering from. He wrapped his hand around Davy’s neck and carded his fingers through Davy’s soft hair. Davy grasped at Gavin’s shirt and pulled him closer. Davy was breathing heavily as he opened his mouth to Gavin’s seeking tongue. When their tongues met, Gavin sighed. Davy tasted like peppermints and something undeniably male. Gavin’s whole body responded to the slide of their tongues. They were both grunting as they pressed their hips together and rocked into each other, cocks straining against fabric. Davy made such erotic mewling sounds in the back of his throat. Those sounds were enough to make Gavin weak in the knees.
As quickly as he’d started the kiss, Davy pulled back. He seemed as shocked at his actions as Gavin. Gavin didn’t want him to stop. Ever.
“Davy?” Gavin’s voice was rough to his own ears. Davy’s lips looked damn good swollen from kissing. Davy placed his palm against Gavin’s face and ran his thumb over Gavin’s bottom lip. A shudder ran through Gavin’s body and his cock ached for some skin. Davy’s skin, please!
Watching the emotions play over Davy’s face was confusing. Gavin wasn’t sure whether he should step back and give the guy space or not. Much as he didn’t want to, it was Davy’s call. “Davy? What are we doing?” Fuck. His voice was shaking.
The question seemed to make up Davy’s mind. He
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