by Willa Okati
Ford nuzzled his way up Gavin’s thigh and over the nicely promising beginnings of a hard-on beneath. The button-fly was open and the zipper tab was in Ford’s hands, but because this was all part of the plan, he asked, “Can I?”
“God yes,” Gavin said. Breathless. Good! He caught Ford’s hands and pressed them down. Those promising beginnings moved beneath Ford’s touch, growing and lengthening. He prodded Ford. “Please.”
“As you wish.” Ford took care lowering the zipper -- it took more skill than one might imagine -- and directed Gavin up far enough to scoot his jeans and boxer briefs down his hips. Ford had to stop right about there to drink in the pretty sight before him. Gavin, almost fully hard now, growing still harder under Ford’s lusty appreciation.
Ford’s mouth watered. Nothing beat a good long session of cock worshiping, and there was nothing better that he knew of for making a gun-shy man lose his cool. But he wouldn’t take. He’d ask.
Ford kissed the inside of Gavin’s thigh. “Tell me,” he said, pleased at how that came out and content with whatever answer he might receive. No need to ask if this was going where Ford thought it was going. Only, “How do you want this?”
“What?” Gavin looked like a perplexed owl with his feathers ruffled up.
“Whatever you want, just tell me. It’s yours.”
Uh-oh. He’d thrown Gavin for a loop again. Kind of adorable, but mostly kind of sad how Ford could tell no one had ever asked Gavin that question before.
He waited for Gavin to puzzle through it. Hoping.
And tonight he wasn’t disappointed.
“I’d feel a lot more comfortable if you were more, um, naked.” He glanced at Ford with a good healthy flush from amusement, not embarrassment.
“Is ‘comfortable’ the word you’re really going for here?” Ford raised Gavin to his feet.
“Not exactly. Is that okay?”
“More than.”
“Then… please.” Slowly but surely, Gavin began to move with more confidence. “Let me see you.”
“All you ever have to do is ask.” Ford began to undo his jeans first, because whoa, Nellie, did he need some relief in the zipper region. “Wait, what?”
Gavin had stopped him. “Let me?”
Ford wanted to close his eyes and sigh, but even more did he not want to miss a thing. “Like I said, all you have to do is ask.”
* * *
Ford held still -- not easy -- and let Gavin puzzle his way through undressing him. He got the feeling Gavin hadn’t done this often, and somehow the inexperience -- at least when it came to romance -- made him all the more endearing.
Proud of himself for managing to last all the way from shoes to the T-shirt beneath his hoodie, Ford reckoned he was due for a reward and wound Gavin into his arms. He got exactly what he wanted when bare skin touched bare skin and his sharp breath in was echoed by Gavin’s small moan.
There was something odd in Gavin’s gaze when he tipped his head back to look at Ford. “Your turn. Okay? All you have to do is ask.”
Ford recognized that little strangeness now, and that it was only odd because it came from wary Gavin. This was the beginning of his willingness to trust, Ford thought. “Are you sure?”
Gavin nodded.
* * *
Ford eased Gavin over to the lamp and flicked it off. Now nothing but moonlight and city light enveloped them.
“You… The dark?” Gavin sounded puzzled. “You don’t want to see?”
“Maybe later.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I’d rather feel.” Ford traced the slender, elegant arch of Gavin’s neck. “Like this.”
“Oh,” Gavin said on a breath. He laid his hands on Ford, a tentative exploration that fast grew to eagerness, then hunger.
“Hey now, hey. We have time.” Ford turned Gavin in his arms so that Gavin faced the window and his back was pressed to Ford’s chest.
“What are you --”
“Going with what feels right.” Ford smoothed his hand lower and lower on Gavin’s torso, then stopped right where he could just barely tease the firm fullness of Gavin’s cock. “Taking things as they come.”
A pause before Gavin got the joke and then a deep, pained groan that made Ford laugh. “Thank you. I’ll be here all night.”
“Will you?”
“If you’re willing. If you’re not sure, then maybe I can convince you to invite me.” Ford took Gavin’s cock in hand.
Gavin’s groan broke in the middle, and the second half had an entirely different tenor. “Oh God.” He gulped air. “God. Ford.”
Ford nuzzled Gavin’s nape, keeping his movements slow and steady, refusing to let Gavin turn around except for an awkward neck crane for a haphazard attempt at a kiss.
“Face forward,” Ford said, guiding Gavin. “Close your eyes. Focus on this.” He jerked Gavin with slow, lazy strokes, not meant to make him come -- yet -- and wanting instead to bring all his attention spiraling down to what they were doing there.
Gavin shuddered with the effort to stand still when Ford could tell he wanted to writhe. Ford kissed his nape as a reward and stroked a little faster, a little harder. He couldn’t resist, not when the cock in his hand throbbed in time with the beat of Gavin’s heart, the same beat Ford could feel in Gavin’s neck.
“Stop. God, stop,” Gavin blurted. He knocked Ford’s hand away. Surprised, Ford let him do so. Gavin shook his head, already damp hair tickling Ford’s chest. “I don’t want to come yet.”
“Then we’re on the same page.” Ford peppered small kisses as far down Gavin’s neck and jaw as he could reach. Gavin arched and stretched for more, his breathing settling.
Not all the way. Good. They were nowhere near done here. Ford let Gavin turn around, hard put to bite back his own groan and harder put still not to just grab Gavin and rut their bodies together until they both spilled.
Go slow. Slowww and steady wins the race. Besides, Gavin needs this. To be cherished. And I’m not ashamed to give him that, no more than he should be ashamed to need it.
Ford kept his touch on Gavin, never in the same place twice or for long, teasing him. “What do you want? Anything. Ask, and it’s yours.”
“Just you,” Gavin said simply. “As long as I can keep you.”
What could a man say to that? Ford kissed Gavin lingering and slow, dirtier and deep and wet. Gavin wasn’t the only one who wanted to spin this out. And how amazing was it that he’d asked?
“Tell me what you want from me, here, now,” Ford coaxed. “Honest. I want to know.”
Gavin’s look this time was maybe a little frustrated, but mostly dark with lust. “I… I -- Oh hell.”
Ford didn’t have a clue where Gavin was going when he yanked free of his hold, but got one PDQ when Gavin’s fluid move brought him to his knees at Ford’s feet.
Only… there, they had a problem. Height differential. On his knees, the much smaller Gavin would have needed a step stool to reach.
“No problem,” Ford said, quick to reassure. “We can improvise.”
Gavin was already way ahead of Ford, up on his feet again and guiding Ford to the couch. The big, deep, marvelously comfortable couch with enough room for Ford to sit -- be pushed down -- and for Gavin to mimic the way they’d started this, only the other way around.
Ford had never seen anyone stare at a cock the way Gavin stared at his. Almost made him want to fidget. Gavin had seen it before. What --
Oh. That wasn’t uncertainty. That was anticipation that Ford quickly decided put his own appreciation for sucking cock to absolute shame.
Gavin had technique. He covered what he couldn’t take into his mouth with his fist and knew exactly how hard Ford liked to be gripped. Instinct? Talent? Ford, as he slid his fingers through Gavin’s hair both to guide Gavin and to stop himself from thrusting deeper, decided that question could wait.
Gavin had style. He knew tricks Ford hadn’t come across before. Figure eights with his tongue,
a hint of teeth with exactly the right faint pressure on the thick vein -- God, if he hadn’t known what that’d do to Ford before, he sure did now.
He even shyly slid his finger into his mouth, wedged in with Ford’s cock, then slipped the wet digit beneath and behind Ford’s balls. Pressed up.
Ford grunted and bowed over with the effort it took not to fuck in for all he was worth. This… is… about… Gavin, he thought, breathless even inside his head.
Serendipity happened. Gavin grunted and drew off Ford’s cock. His shoulders rose and fell with what Ford could tell, even like this, was an effort to hold it back.
Ford exhaled. Maybe a little too roughly. Gavin snapped his head up. He searched Ford with anxious uneasiness. “Should I --” He licked his swollen lips. “I could finish --”
“Not what I meant,” Ford rasped. “Don’t think something’s wrong without asking. Okay?”
Gavin’s smile vanished. He nodded as seriously as if they were in school.
“I wasn’t scolding.” Ford pulled on Gavin to guide him up and down. As he moved Gavin, he too moved, stretching his legs out on the couch. Didn’t stop until Gavin straddled him.
Gavin braced himself on Ford’s chest, question marks visible in his aura. But as it turned out, they and the small accompanying frown weren’t what Ford anticipated. Nor was Gavin drawing tiny love scratches down Ford’s chest, barely firmly enough to leave a mark.
“What?” Ford asked as if they had all night and he didn’t burn for Gavin so intensely that the fire hadn’t already come too close to the last frayed edge of his control.
“You,” Gavin started, fumbling but not embarrassed. Determination made him harder. Ford too, though not in the same way. “Want to give you… I don’t know. What?” He fisted his hands on Ford’s chest, hard knots of nerve and bravery. “Tell me.”
Gavin asked for something. If he trusted Ford enough to make the offer, Ford needed to take him up on it or risk losing the best part of all this. Sex was good -- sex was great -- but when hearts were in the game as well as sweat-damp limbs tangled together and mouths that tasted of one another…
One problem. What Ford wanted, he wasn’t sure Gavin would be able to give. Believe that I love you. It’s true.
“Ask me,” Gavin insisted. He dug his knuckle into Ford’s chest.
Ford could see the courage slipping away. Okay, then. Second best, and pretty darn close to the surface right now. “Ride me.”
Gavin stilled, as Ford had thought he might. Why Gavin didn’t like to be on top, Ford couldn’t figure out and didn’t have the brainpower to try at the moment. “You asked what you could give me,” he said, not letting Gavin slip away in any sense. “That’s it. I’d love watching you.”
Doubt replaced Gavin’s silent denial.
Maybe it wasn’t fair, but it was the truth. “And I don’t like looming,” Ford admitted. “I’m so scared I’ll crush you that I can’t…” His turn to trail off and shrug sheepishly. “See? Some things do get to me.”
Ford could see Gavin’s throat work in a hard swallow, but nothing more before Gavin’s lips were on his, coaxing his open and sliding his tongue inside. Could be he’d meant to be gentle, but dear God, were they ever past that by now. Fists tightened, legs wrapped around and about until Ford couldn’t tell which belonged to whom, and between them their cocks slid hard together until they had to stop or come.
“For you,” Gavin said against Ford’s lips. “Only because you asked. And I want to give you this.”
Ford groaned and tightened his arms around Gavin. “Don’t wanna let you go,” he whined, taking it deliberately over the top to keep Gavin smiling. Felt so good in his kiss when he was happy.
As it did now. Gavin dropped a light peck on Ford’s lips. “Don’t have to,” he said. “Reach beneath you. Under the cushion.”
Delight lit Ford up from the inside out. He plunged beneath the cushion and hunted for the buried treasure. There. A mostly new tube.
Gavin’s lips brushed Ford’s ear. “I was thinking about you the other night.”
“Holy…” Ford’s own words slipped away. All he could do was hold Gavin tight, tight, tight, and try to uncap the lube at the same time.
Multitasking. Mostly underrated if you asked Ford.
And the pleasures should be shared. All of them. “Gavin?”
“Mmm?” His eyes were heavy lidded.
“I want to see you too. Undress for me?”
Gavin laughed soft and low. He pressed his lips to Ford’s. “All you had to do was ask.”
Good God. Teasing. Ford only made himself stop kissing Gavin so he could follow through. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have given up for a king’s ransom. Watching Gavin come alive like this, because of him --
There were better things out there. In the world. Probably.
Right now, Ford couldn’t think of any.
* * *
Ford worked his fingers deeper inside Gavin, almost not wanting to stop. Though Gavin’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his fists still pressed hard and knotted to Ford’s chest, his lips were parted on shallow breaths, and -- even better -- he moved with Ford as Ford pressed in. Way past being stretched. Fucking himself on Ford’s fingers.
“Feels so good,” Ford said, all he could manage.
Gavin’s eyes opened the barest of slits. He shook his head. Maybe to clear the sweat from his eyes. Maybe not. “Same as last time.”
“Nothing like the last time.” Ford withdrew reluctantly and wiped his hand on Gavin’s couch. Oops. Gavin didn’t notice. His eyes were fully open now, and he stared down at Ford with fast-returning trepidation.
Not allowed. As gently as he could without risking Gavin’s nerve breaking, Ford lifted Gavin by the hips and nudged him into position. Gavin’s swallow sounded painful, but he nodded. Why was this such a hurdle? But that he was willing to climb over it, or to try, for Ford --
Ford groaned. End of his limits: reached. “I’ve got you,” he soothed, lowering Gavin inch by inch. Or at least he tried to; when he slid inside his body took over and drew Gavin down hard, slick, fast. Making them both shudder and gasp.
“I’ve got you,” Ford said, catching and holding Gavin’s wrists. He said it over again, how many times he didn’t know, watched Gavin relax by inches and at last back to where he needed to be. Lips parted, eyes open and dark. Surprised.
Eager. Wanting.
Gavin raised himself on Ford’s cock, slid back down, and scratched him with firmer intent. He moaned, and there was no faking that or the jerk of his cock slapping against Ford. “Please…”
Ford wanted to kiss him for that. He settled -- and it was hardly “settling” -- for taking Gavin by the hips and guiding him to… to --
Making love to Gavin wasn’t anything like it had been before, just as Ford had said. Wasn’t like it’d been with anyone else, because they hadn’t been Gavin. The depth he could penetrate and the clinging heat -- they were wonderful, beyond intense. But what Ford liked better still was watching Gavin come undone, rising and falling atop him, writhing and breathing faster and faster still.
Gavin moaned, sudden and sharp, then faster. Ford couldn’t see through the haze, but he knew that noise.
“Don’t stop.” That was begging, Gavin grinding down to take Ford as deep as he could go, his shaking vibrating through Ford. “Oh God, don’t stop. Harder.”
He was serious. Gavin was always serious. Almost. “I want…” Ford needed to have his hand around Gavin’s cock.
“Harder,” Gavin repeated, breath coming more quickly and choppily still. He bore down and took Ford deeper than Ford had thought he could go, and left Ford with no choice but to do as he’d been told -- asked.
Watched, no words in his head, just images. Gavin, beautiful on the verge, fucking himself deep on Ford. Faster, his breathing rough gulps; deeper, his nails scratching deep into Ford’s skin; stopping so abruptly and shuddering. Holding it for one second… two…
“Oh
God, I love you,” Ford said without thinking.
“Ford.” Gavin arched back, ground down, and bowed forward to crush his mouth to Ford’s, coming without a hand on him, thick spurts that smeared messy and thick between them.
Serendipity might not have had much to do with it, but Ford didn’t care; the flex and squeeze of Gavin’s near-violent orgasm around his cock drove him out of what little remained of his mind; he hung on so tight, he heard his knuckles creak, and let it go, all of it, flooding Gavin as far inside as a man could go. Seemed to go on forever, Gavin still kissing him fast, hard, frantic between jerks and spurts -- and not long enough.
Ford could do this for the rest of his life. He wanted to.
And when Gavin shivered out his last and collapsed to lie flat on Ford, careless of the mess between them except to lap it up -- holy mercy, Ford’s still-half-hard cock liked that -- Ford thought that maybe it wasn’t as impossible a mission as he’d thought, or that it might take as long.
Because when he’d said “I love you,” Gavin hadn’t told him not to. Three words had made Gavin come.
Ford tried again, just to be sure, smoothing down Gavin’s soaked hair and whispering it in his ear. “I love you.”
Gavin hid his face against Ford’s chest, his glasses digging in, but Ford couldn’t care less.
He could feel Gavin’s lips too, more so. Quirked into a small, real smile.
“Love you,” Ford whispered, holding Gavin to him and savoring the silence of not hearing no. “Love you, love you, love you…”
* * *
Ford was the one to get up and fetch warm, wet washcloths to clean them with. Of course he was. Gavin watched him move, confident in everything he did, at home even though this wasn’t his home.
For Ford, home was wherever he happened to be, Gavin thought sleepily. He was that kind of man.
Gavin never thought about much during or after sex. Nor did he talk. He hadn’t wanted to. Not before now.
And now the words were rising. No one before compared to Ford. Just like always, Ford got to him. So strange how it seemed not to matter as much.
He stopped Ford from going down on one knee to wipe the drying cum off him. “Let me take care of you first.”