Gavin's smile was wicked as he headed to the door.
"Come on pup, lets go have dinner with our moms with my load leaking out of you. Should be fun." He grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs.
Dinner was painful.
Gavin was smirking at me across the table and I had to answer his mother's questions about my future with his cum leaking out of my sore ass. Any comment made by mother or his was met with a sexual innuendo that set my cheeks on fire.
"How's the workload at school Matt dear? Not too much for you I hope?" Gavin's mother asked kindly as she watched me with innocent curiosity. Before I could respond Gavin beat me too it.
"I'm sure he can take any load he's given, no matter how big. Isn't that right Matty?" He only chuckled as my face burned bright red and I mumbled a vague yes.
He had no right to keep bringing my attention back to the fact that every time I moved I felt the slickness of his cum between my cheeks.
How was it that I went from not knowing anything or caring about sex, to having sex (
specifically sex with Gavin
) being the only thing on my mind?
I must have spaced out because when I finally heard my mom call my name her tone was sharp, like it wasn't the first time she'd called me.
"Matt, I was saying of course you could have a sleep over at Gavin's. You didn't have to have him ask for you." My eyes widened in horror, and, even if I'm ashamed to admit it
excitement
, as I looked from my mother to Gavin.
He was just smiling innocently and when he spoke his tone was light and devoid of any sexual undertones. I was in awe of his ability to hide the fact that he was practically the devil incarnate.
"Thank you Mrs. Roberts, I know he was just worried you'd say no. But I haven't seen him so long I wouldn't want to go our separate ways again when we were just catching up." His smile was blindingly angelic.
That scheming, conniving--
"What a polite young man you are. Matt, go get your things. Mrs. Hunt and I will have a girls night while you and Gavin are having fun."
My mother looked more happy about the arrangement than I was.
Gavin just walked me to the stairs and murmured in my ear so lowly no one could hear, "You're not sleeping tonight pup. You don't even need to bring anything but clothes to wear home."
I glared at him but obediently stuffed a change of clothes into my backpack. His gaze on my as I bent over to grab some jeans made my body feel warm. I knew I was blushing by the time I stood up, and he just smirked at me before heading towards the door. Nervous and with a stomach twisted into knots, I followed.
What is he doing to me?
Gavin drove us across town and was quiet the entire time. It gave me some time to think about all the things he could do to me, and
why the hell I was looking forward to it so much.
By the time we got there I still had no idea why Gavin affected me so much.
We walked into the surprising nice apartment complex and he lead me to the third floor, a dark wood door at the end of a quiet hallway. He opened the door as if he owned the place and waited for me to walk in before closing the door with his foot- an action that had me rolling my eyes almost fondly. I remembered he used to do that all the time when we were kids and it had driven his mother crazy.
I looked around the studio curiously, fascinated by the stacks of books everywhere- on top of a speaker system, the kitchen table, every flat surface apparently- clashing with random band posters. The wide soft looking bed was placed under a window with rumpled dark sheets and I couldn't stop my mind from wandering..
What would Gavin look like? Tangled in the sheets, his tan skin against the dark fabric..
What would the sheets feel like against my cheek if Gavin fucked me on my knees ad shoved my head into the mattress-
Gavin was corruptive.
There was a couch and a cozy looking chair and a coffee table. Overall it was a relatively put together place. I still had no idea why Gavin would have the keys to it.
"Whose is it?"
I swear to god if he brought me over to one of his fuck buddies' apartment
--
The slight jealousy that rose up in me surprised me.
Sure I felt attached to Gavin, he had been my older neighbor who made sure the bullies that followed me home never bothered me again. He had been my best friend and listened to my secrets and told me his. We had been inseparable until his family moved. But that was years ago. I didn't care about him anymore. He was practically a stranger to me now. I shouldn't care if he brought me to someone else's house. I shouldn't care if he had fucked another person in the apartment.
Right?
So why the
fuck
did it make me irritated just thinking about it?
He just glanced at me like I was an idiot, unaware of my internal struggle with trying to find out how he kept me attached to him even after all these years, before he shrugged off his jacket and threw it on the dark leather couch.
"Mine, dumb ass." I glared and sat on the cozy chair,
the really cozy chair
, realizing with amusement I would have no shame sleeping with Gavin if only to have constant access to it. I scoffed trying to clear my mind, trying not to think about how often the thought of Gavin fucking me entered my mind. I didn't need to question it. I just needed to ignore every thought and feeling that was about Gavin.
Yeah, like that's gonna work.
"Excuse me for not assuming the degenerate high school graduate, who already has a place to stay, had an apartment already." He rolled his eyes and sat on the couch across from me. It was strange. He didn't choose a seat that was suffocatingly close to me, and I couldn't- more like
didn't
