Authors: Kele Moon
How to Get Laid.’”
Brad frowned. “Excuse me?”
“I’m bad at this, okay?” Gavin’s cheeks were now flushed
with embarrassment. “I prefer men, but I suck at finding one who’s
interested in me.”
Brad gaped, giving Gavin a pointed look. “You’re joking,
right?”
“I’ve tried going to gay clubs. It just doesn’t work. I’m not
interested in pretty bottoms, and it’s hard to find a top like—”
Gavin looked up, the blush more pronounced. “I just have a difficult
time finding someone I’d mesh wel with. I thought maybe you and I
—” He choked on the words, looking back to his pancakes.
“Anyway, I fucked that up because I’m so goddamn desperate I
can hardly see straight. It’s been a realy long time since I’ve gotten
laid, and this fucking fiasco with the shooting blindsided me. I
needed some sort of escape and I threw myself at you and I’m
sorry. Please don’t kick me out. I promise not to molest you in your
sleep out of desperation.”
Brad stood there, stunned, trying to sort out the series of
miscommunications between them. With his brain hurting for so
many different reasons, he finaly settled on “I thought you were
straight.”
Gavin frowned. “But I just told you I wasn’t. Not realy. I
mean, I have dated women, plenty of them, and I liked them okay.
But I prefer men and—”
“If you knew this, why were you pretending to be straight?
Were you afraid I’d out you?”
“Oh no, I don’t care about that,” Gavin mumbled, looking
back to the pancakes. “I thought maybe I was coming on too
strong. You were so standoffish I figured you felt threatened. So I
played the straight card.”
Brad snorted, needing to either laugh or take an aspirin for
the headache Gavin was giving him. “What exactly did you think I’d
be threatened by? Were you afraid I’d fear your bottoming ways
and run for the hils? Didn’t you suspect I was a top?”
“Obviously,” Gavin said, sounding insulted. “I’m bad at
getting laid, but I’m not an idiot.”
“I don’t get it.” Brad walked over to the table and picked up
the chair he’d knocked over. He sat, giving Gavin a concerned
look. “Realy, you’re giving me a headache, Gav. Why the fuck
would you pretend to be straight if you secretly wanted to get laid?”
“Friends become lovers al the time, and I figured just being
buddies would help loosen you up. You were always so cold
toward me. I thought it was my attraction to you that was making
you uncomfortable.” Gavin looked away from him. “I tried flirting. I
walked around this apartment practicaly naked, and you never
looked.”
“I looked.” Brad let his gaze run over Gavin for one hot
moment. “Trust me, every time you walked out of the bathroom in a
towel, I looked.”
“I didn’t see you looking.”
Brad roled his eyes. This guy realy did need a class.
“Look, here’s an idea for you.” Brad tried hard not to sound
irritated when Gavin seemed so completely lost and was charming
again because of it. “If you thought you might be gay and you knew
I was gay, and you enjoy being a bottom and you suspected I was
top, why didn’t you just ask?”
Gavin’s frowned. “What?”
“The truth,” Brad clarified. “Why not just be honest and say,
‘Hey, I’d like to get laid tonight. Wanna help me out?’”
“Does that work?”
It was very hard for Brad not to say, Duh.
“These games, they’re straight-people games. Playing coy,
pretending to be something you’re not. It’s not necessary. I’ve got a
dick. I’m single and I enjoy using it. When a hot guy asks me to
fuck him, I’l usualy say yes.”
“So you’re saying—”
“Dating women fucked you up,” Brad finished for him, feeling
a smile quirk at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t have a problem
with straights. I don’t even have a problem with bisexuals. If you
like both, I’m not judging you for that. But I am going to make fun
of you for courting me like a woman. I thought being gay saved me
from that complicated bulshit straights love so much.”
Gavin huffed. “I wasn’t courting you.”
“I think you were,” Brad teased, feeling flattered nonetheless.
“It’s sort of like a straight man pretending to be gay in order to
seem unthreatening and get into some woman’s panties, only
reversed—and poorly executed. I’m definitely teling people about
this.”
Gavin gave a pained laugh, covering his face with his hands.
“Just what I need. Christ, I’m having a bad week.”
Brad felt guilty, not just for the teasing but for al of it.
Fucking with Gavin and leaving for a twenty-four-hour shift without
a word was terrible. His own insecurities were just as much to
blame for this clusterfuck, perhaps more so, because he’d gone into
this entire situation angry. He’d been mad at Gavin since he’d
moved in for being everything Brad wanted out of a partner, and it
scared the shit out of him. Who the hel was he to make fun of
Gavin for fucking up his futile attempts at bringing them together—at
least he’d tried.
He leaned his elbow against the table and rubbed at the back
of his neck. He studied Gavin, who looked genuinely miserable as
he went back to pushing around his pancakes.
“Why don’t we start over?” Brad offered, feeling that stab in
his chest again, not knowing if it was love or guilt or intense longing
that had him yearning to comfort and soothe. “You’re having a bad
week. Maybe I can make it better.”
Gavin looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. “What?”
Brad shrugged, feeling a smile tug at his lips. “You tel me
what you want, and I’l see what I can do to accommodate you.”
“Wel,” Gavin started, giving Brad a pointed look. “I’d prefer
not to be homeless.”
“I lost my temper earlier. It was uncaled for. You’re not
going to be homeless,” Brad promised, his eyes stil on Gavin, the
invitation blatant. “Anything else?”
Gavin swalowed hard, his cheeks stil flushed, his gaze back
on his pancakes.
Brad let out a growl of impatience. His cock hurt with the
need for an answer. He didn’t mean to be, but he was harsh as he
snapped, “Honesty. It’s a pretty simple concept, Gav. Try it.”
Gavin took a deep breath and lifted his head to meet Brad’s
gaze. “Fuck me.”
Brad wasn’t prepared for the rocket fire of lust. He actualy
gasped out loud when his body tightened in anticipation. His voice
was a snarl of want as he tilted his head. “Come here.”
The chair fel over with how quickly Gavin leaped up. His
knees bent when he got to Brad, making it obvious he intended to
kneel in front of him, but Brad caught him before he could. He ran
both hands under Gavin’s T-shirt and pushed the material higher.
He admired the smooth skin he revealed, savoring the feel of cut
muscles beneath his fingers as he forced Gavin’s shirt up to his
chest. “Take it off.”
Gavin reach for the colar at the back of his neck. He puled
his shirt off and tossed it aside. Brad licked his lips as he took in
Gavin bare-chested in front of him. Unable to hide his eagerness, he
tugged at the button to Gavin’s jeans, knowing what he was
breathless and shaking for. There was something so very sensual
about this handsome cop standing there letting Brad have his way
with him as he tugged down his zipper. Gavin’s cock jutted up, the
head of it trying to push out of the top of his underwear.
It felt like ages since he’d gotten to suck cock and even
longer that he’d pined for this particular cock. Perhaps a lifetime,
because he’d never craved a connection more than he did right
now. He’d never thought to be this close to a partner again, never
expected to feel that pang of pain in his chest that made it seem as if
his heart would burst from the emotions weling up inside him.
Focusing on the carnal, Brad puled out Gavin’s prick and deep
throated him, starved for a taste, savoring the burst of precum on
his tongue like nectar of the gods.
“Fuck,” Gavin gasped, his knees buckling, his palm slamming
against the table like he needed the leverage to stay on his feet.
Brad glanced up at him, mouth stil ful of cock, to see
Gavin’s head bowed, dark eyelashes faling on flushed cheeks.
Gavin bit his lip, his breathing labored, looking like he could do
nothing but feel the pleasure Brad was giving him.
Brad went down on him with a flourish, sucking hard and
fast, savoring Gavin’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth. The
power trip had his own cock hard and throbbing, protesting the
jeans he was wearing. He ignored the painful want and slipped his
hands beneath the back of Gavin’s jeans. He pushed his underwear
aside to cup his bare ass.
The touch was possessive. He was staking claim on
something that was going to be his very soon, and Gavin obviously
knew it. He nearly slipped out of Brad’s arms, but Brad tightened
his hold on him and released his cock to look up at Gavin. “You
can hold on to me,” he coaxed.
Gavin shuddered, his fingers clutching at Brad’s shoulders
and threading into his hair. His moan was low and fierce when Brad
let him set the pace, relinquishing control to Gavin whose fingers
fisted in his hair, forcing Brad to take him. Knowing Gavin lost track
of himself and loving that he’d been the one to push him to that
point, Brad alowed Gavin’s low groans to wash over him. They
made him al the more hungry for the first tang of cum against the
back of his throat.
Unable to resist, he ran his fingers up the crack of Gavin’s
ass. Brad pushed his forefinger against his hole, both teasing and
reminding him what was going to happen. Trouble was, he teased
himself as wel, feeling how tight he was and knowing Gavin was
actualy going to be his.
Gavin gasped, pushing back against his finger, his hold on
Brad’s hair tightening. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, his entire
body shaking in Brad’s arms. “Fuck, Brad! I’m gonna—”
Gavin’s entire body jerked from the force of his climax. His
hold on Brad’s hair was painful as he forced him to remain open
and receiving, his hips moving rhythmicaly, his cock throbbing.
Brad relished the pulse of cum, loving Gavin’s taste in his mouth.
He swalowed and sucked him until Gavin went lax in his
arms, forcing Brad to support most of his weight. He looked up at
him once more, finding the sated pleasure stil etched over his
beautiful features. Bottom lip swolen from biting it, black hair moist
with sweat and clinging to his temples, Gavin realy did wear
debauchery wel.
Brad stood, stil holding Gavin on his feet. He cupped
Gavin’s chin, waiting until he blinked up at him. Brad studied the
sated aquamarine orbs staring at him in wonder, making him feel
powerful and sexy in ways he’d never experienced before.
He wanted to drown himself in this man.
With the hold on Gavin’s chin stil firm, Brad leaned down
and kissed him, forcing Gavin to taste himself. Their groans mingled
as they shared the tang of sex laced with maple syrup. And God,
the way Gavin opened to him, letting Brad in like he was meant to
be there, it was a miracle he didn’t come right then.
Brad lost the tight hold on his control and fisted Gavin’s hair,
owning his mouth. He gripped Gavin’s ass with his other hand,
forcing their bodies closer together, and Brad knew he needed to
find a bed before he ended up bending Gavin over the dining room
table.
“Please.” Gavin panted, his breath warm against Brad’s
mouth. “I need it.”
“Bed.” Brad fought desperately for clarity. He cupped
Gavin’s chin once more, losing himself in Gavin’s hunger-clouded
gaze. Brad knew the wealth of emotions choking the air out of him
probably showed on his face. “I’m gonna fuck you, but not here. I
wanna see you naked and begging in my bed, on my sheets, with
your face buried in my pilow as I fuck that pretty ass of yours.”
Gavin swalowed hard, his hunger obvious despite just
coming. “Lead the way.”
Gavin wasn’t realy sure how he got here.
Naked, with his face buried in crisp white sheets smeling of
expensive laundry soap, he spread his legs, knowing he was being
shameless. “God, please.”
A powerful, caloused hand soothed the curve of his spine as
Brad breathed warmly against his tailbone. “I know, baby.”
Gavin dipped his head, wanting to hide his embarrassment.