When he drove me home the car was silent.
I didn't know what to say anymore and Gavin seemed to be caught up in his own thoughts.
I wanted to ask him if he was thinking about this morning, when we'd both gotten up and gotten dressed without a word. Or the strained atmosphere that hung over us as we ate breakfast and forced ourselves to make small talk.
But I didn't.
I kept thinking about how I acted and hoping that I hadn't ruined.. whatever Gavin and I were.
We reached my house and he turned to me, expecting me to get out immediately I thought. But when I reached for the handle his large hand was on my thigh keeping me still.
"I'm not done with you yet, pup. Come here." He spoke with the same edge of command in his voice that left me unable to disobey. I leaned over the armrest and was surprised when he kissed me goodbye.
It wasn't a sweet kiss, and it wasn't tender.
It made my body heat up and made my head spin, but the hand he gently cupped my cheek with kept me grounded. It was his thumb that brushed my cheekbone that made my heart skip a beat. It made me hope that I hadn't completely messed up this morning.
When he pulled away I whimpered, because I didn't want to leave. Because I wanted him to continue.
"I'll be back to pick you up tomorrow. I want you to meet some close friends of mine. They've been hearing about you for a long time and have been bugging me to bring you over" He murmured, his hand still cupping my face and his thumb still gently trailing over my flushed cheek.
"Okay." My voice was breathy and distracted, I was too caught up in breathing in his exhales and feeling like I was getting high off being this close to him for an extended period of time. It was a crazy feeling, but I liked it.
Gavin just chuckled and finally pulled away, releasing me from whatever spell he put me under whenever he was in the vague vicinity of me.
"Go on, pup. I'll see you tomorrow." He smirked at me, but I noticed there was a dark satisfaction his gaze. Like he was pleased to see how I was still so easily affected by him.
I gathered my backpack and opened the door, but I couldn't resist leaning back over the armrest and kissing his cheek gently before practically sprinting back to the house not wanting to see how he reacted. Hopefully he didn't think I was weird,
which I was, but I didn't want him to think that.
If I had stayed, maybe I would've been able to see Gavin blush for the first time.
I went home and stopped in the foyer after closing the door behind me.
Did I really just kiss him on the cheek? After the kiss he gave me I must of seemed like a little kid..
Thoughts were racing through my head as I went to the kitchen where my mother was unsurprisingly still with Gavin's mother.
"Hi mom, Ms. Hunt." I greeted absently as I moved to rummage through the fridge to see what snacks I could grab and hide away in my room with. It had been this way since my dad died, my mom and I passing each other like casual strangers except when the need to be motherly struck her fancy.
Apparently today was a 'I'm going to pretend I'm actually your mother' day.
"Matt! Sweetie, how did it go with Gavin? Did you boys have fun playing together?" She asked, and I had to ignore the impulse to yell at her for still acting like I was twelve and going on play dates. She had the habit of babying me when she was in these moods, but I lived in her house still so I guess I could deal with it. I just nodded and continued gathering an armful of food, not wanting to have to come back downstairs for the rest of the day if possible.
"Yeah mom, I had fun." I almost blushed remembering all the things Gavin did to me and remembering how '
fun'
it was to cum all over myself, but I turned my thoughts elsewhere almost immediately.
"I'm surprised Gavin still gets along with you. He always did have problems behaving nicely with other people." Ms. Hunt was frowning as she looked at me as if not believing I got along with her son. Something about her comment irked me. There was something.. Odd about the way Gavin had left a couple years ago, and I wondered if it had anything to do with the 'problems' his mother was insinuating he had. Either way I didn't like her tone.
"He's a perfectly nice guy, he made me dinner and breakfast and was nice to me the whole time." I said defensively, closing the refrigerator door and headed to the stairs to go to my room wanting to be away from both of these so called mothers, calling over my shoulder, "I'll be in my room."
"Be careful Matt. My son has.. Issues." Ms. Hunt voice called out from the kitchen just as I reached the stairs and I clenched my jaw.
What was it about this woman and talking badly about Gavin?
"I'm sure I can handle him, Ms. Hunt. Thank you." I knew my sarcasm was clear and my tone was frosty, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I don't know what her problem was but my dislike of her was instant. She'd been slightly uptight when Gavin and I were kids but now she was just down right bitchy.
No wonder she and Mr. Judekias split up.
I suddenly remembered the way Gavin had tensed when his mother had mentioned splitting up and I wondered how hard it had been for him. I spent the rest of the day waiting for Ms. Hunt to leave and thinking about Gavin.
