20. Daire

TWENTY

daire

GAVIN WAS UP to something.

I’d ignored it the first time, the day after he tried to kiss me, when he walked out of his room for his breakfast routine wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung pajama bottoms and not a damn thing else.

He never did that. Not one time since he’d moved in had he walked around the apartment half-naked. Gavin was always so buttoned up, and even though I’d obviously seen him in a pair of swim shorts, it was different now.

Now I noticed his lean but strong physique in an entirely new way. Or should I say my cock did. I’d had to move behind the goddamn counter so he wouldn’t see exactly what I thought of the way he was putting his body on display. No doubt he was pulling this shit because I hadn’t given in to temptation, something I should’ve gotten a fucking medal for. I knew my self-control was strong, but he’d been seriously testing my limits.

I didn’t know then it would only get worse.

The second day, Gavin walked out in only a pair of tight, tiny briefs that barely contained the morning wood threatening to burst out of it.

Fuck. Was he kidding with this shit?

Like he wasn’t desperately trying to get my attention, Gavin opened the refrigerator door and stood there, letting me get a good look at the interior light reflecting off his smooth, creamy skin and spotlighting the sharp, defined lines of his body. Particularly the deep V that practically begged for my tongue to trace it down over the outline of his impressive dick.

No. Not my tongue. Someone else’s tongue.But the thought of anyone else getting his mouth on Gavin had a surge of rage flooding my veins.

I cleared my throat and kept my tone bored and unaffected, even as my cock protested its confinement. “Trying to get a tan?”

When Gavin turned my way, his gaze traveled past me and he smirked. “Your coffee’s overflowing.”

What?I felt the sting of hot liquid reach my hand as it poured out of the mug and onto the counter. “Shit.”

I jerked my arm away and shut off the machine, realizing I must’ve hit the brew button twice during Gavin’s blatant display. Cursing, I reached for the towels hanging from the oven door, throwing one over the puddle on the counter and then kneeling to mop up the mess dripping down to the floor. It wasn’t enough to soak up the spilled coffee. “For fuck’s sake, bring me the⁠—”

Gavin stopped beside me, his hips so close to my face I could see the way his dick twitched under my stare.

If I was a better man, I’d close those few inches with my mouth and give him what we both wanted.

But I wasn’t. I wouldn’t.

Snatching the paper towel roll out of his hand, I forced myself to ignore him and clean up the mess. His knowing laugh as he sauntered back to his room haunted me the rest of the damn day.

The day after that, I’d forgone the coffee to avoid another run-in, since, if the pattern held, he’d probably just come out naked. Luckily, he was fully dressed by the time we stepped into the elevator to head downstairs.

Not that it seemed to matter what he was or wasn’t wearing. Because Gavin didn’t move to the other side of the elevator as usual. Instead, he sidled up beside me, so close the entire side of his body was flush against mine.

“Do you mind?” I said.

“Not at all.”

It was annoying as shit that for some reason I didn’t mind him in my space either. I moved away, but he pressed up against me so I was trapped between him and the wall.

“Is there a reason you’re suddenly sticking to me like flies on shit?”

Gavin’s eyes widened a fraction, but then his lips curved into a grin.

“You really shouldn’t call yourself such horrible things, D.” The elevator door swooshed open, and he stepped out, calling back over his shoulder, “Even if it is accurate.”

I narrowed my eyes on his retreating back, and I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but I could’ve sworn he had a little more pep in his fucking step.

He was getting off on this. Whatever this was.

Messing with me…

Irritating me…

Teasing me…

He stopped at the front door to the lobby and then bent down to…tie his shoe? And as his pants stretched tight across his perfect ass, I realized his leather loafers didn’t have laces.

He was fucking torturing me. That’s what he was doing.

I was tempted to boot him in his sweet behind as I got closer, but just as I was about to pass him, Gavin straightened to his full height and I nearly ran in to him.

“For fuck’s sake.” The clean, fresh scent that was all Gavin infiltrated my senses, inviting me in. But I knew if I got any closer, I’d somehow even destroy that. “Would you get out of my way?”

“Maybe if you open your eyes a little more, you’d be able to see what’s in front of you.”

I wasn’t one for double talk and innuendos, but when Gavin arched a brow and then headed out to the Sprinter, my dick jerked.

Open my eyes, huh? Was that what he was trying to make me do? See him?

Like I’d been able to see anything else over the last few days. Whether he was parading around in PJs or his skimpy-ass briefs, the second I shut my eyes, I pictured him in a whole lot less. He was driving me out of my damn mind, and now he was touching me, invading my space? If he wasn’t careful, he was going to get a whole lot more than my “seeing” him.

That had led us to today.

I got up earlier than usual, wanting—no, needing—a cold shower before Gavin decided to show up and shake his ass or rub himself all over me. I’d thought about heading down to the tunnels last night to get my frustration out some other way. But for the first time in forever, I’d decided to forgo pain when it came to relieving tension.

I punched in a temperature on the shower’s thermostat that I figured would numb the ache between my legs but not freeze my balls off, then stepped in front of the powerful jets. I’d opted for them over the rainfall showerhead, liking the feel of the solid pressure pounding into my muscles, as opposed to a gentle waterfall that did nothing to soothe me.

The spray wet my hair as water hit my back in all the right places. There were a couple of jets up high near my shoulder blades, some mid-back, and the final two nice and low, blasting either side of my tailbone. It felt amazing, and was the exact distraction I needed to rub one out—so I could sit next to Gavin on the way to school and not punch a hole through the roof of the van with my cock.

I grabbed the bottle of soap off the caddy and poured some into my hand, then started to lather myself up. The water sluiced down over my body, washing the bubbles down the drain as my nipples hardened from the cool temperature of the water. It should’ve been enough to keep my wayward dick from coming out to play, but one thought of sitting next to Gavin in the van had it waking up to greet the day.

Un-fucking-believable.My hard-on was obsessed with the guy. Fucking stupid for him.

I wrapped my hand around my stiff cock, then closed my eyes and tilted my head back under the spray, images of light hair and pale grey eyes immediately springing to mind. Never in a million years would I have imagined a day I’d be standing in my shower getting myself off to Gavin, but every time I closed my eyes, there he was.

That innocent face of his looking up at me, hovering over the top of me. Those full lips cursing me, smiling at me, sucking on me⁠—

That last one was particularly clear.

I could see Gavin’s pretty pink mouth stretched wide when I tunneled my thick length inside, as those eyes pleaded with me to stop—or keep on going? I never knew which.

My fist tightened as I imagined grabbing a fistful of his hair. Imagined fucking his mouth harder. I spread my legs a little, bracing my feet as I continued to destroy that sinfully sweet hole, and reached behind me to adjust one of the lower sprays.

As the jet hit the crease of my ass, my balls tightened, the added stimulation something I knew I could reimagine as Gavin’s finger—or better yet, his tongue—as I roughly jerked myself toward climax.

My toes curled on the marble floor as my orgasm blazed a fiery path down my spine to my balls, and a second later I fuckin’ shattered. The cold water did nothing to keep that explosion at bay.

My chest heaved as though I’d run a goddamn marathon, and as my dick finally surrendered and lay down to recuperate, the distinct sound of—clapping?—filled my ears.

I opened my eyes, and when they landed on Gavin perched on my bathroom counter, I cursed and rubbed at them. Even after that orgasm, I was still fixated on him.

“Now that’s one way to wake up.” Gavin jumped down off the counter, and I blinked, the fog in my brain finally lifting as I realized this was no hallucination.

Gavin was standing in my fucking bathroom and had just watched me get off—to him.

“I was coming to ask if you wanted a coffee to help with that, but it seems you have other ways of greeting the morning.”

“What the hell are you doing in here?” I managed, more than aware the only things separating us right now were the shower’s glass and his clothes.

“Watching you get yourself off, apparently.” Gavin walked over to the glass, his hungry gaze tracking every one of the tattoos on my body until he reached my overly ambitious cock. “Were you fucking my mouth or my ass?”

Had Gavin been body-snatched?

When I didn’t answer, his mouth curved into a sinful smile.

“So both. Good to know.” He licked his lips and walked backward to the door, his eyes never once leaving mine. “Because that’s exactly what I imagined too. Better hurry, if you don’t want to be late.”

As he disappeared out of sight, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and turned off the shower. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, then stared at my reflection.

You fuckhead… I ran a hand through my hair as I remembered the heated look in Gavin’s eyes and the way my spent body immediately responded as though it’d been weeks since I’d come. Not seconds.

What in the holy hell had just happened? And how could I walk it back? It was a monumentally stupid idea to want to fuck your friend’s brother, even if he had been relentlessly pursuing me.

Especially when that brother was as sweet and pure as Gavin.

But was he? That look in his eyes, those words he’d said—they were anything but innocent or sweet.

I couldn’t think about that. Truth be told, there was only so many times a person could get rejected. Turning him down constantly would make Gavin lose interest soon enough, and then I wouldn’t be tempted to lose my damn mind with him.