By the time we pull up to the house, Max has convinced Gavin they need to go to San Francisco Pride next year. "I hear it's like this but BIGGER!"
"Doc, we're going," Gavin announces as we climb out. "Clear your calendar for next June."
"Already cleared," I say, and mean it. Even if I'm in Switzerland…fuck, stop thinking about that.
Inside, Gavin starts shedding rainbow layers immediately.
"That was fucking incredible." Off come the suspenders. "Like, I knew Pride existed, but experiencing it?"
The socks go next. He's down to those criminal shorts and the tight pink shirt.
"Doc, I—" He turns, eyes bright. "Thank you. For today. For everything."
Tell him about Switzerland.
"Gavin, I need to?—"
"Can I ask you something?" He's fidgeting now, that nervous energy I recognize. "It's... um."
"What?"
"Teach me how to give a blowjob?"
My brain flatlines. "What?"
His face goes red. "I mean, I want to. Give you one. But I don't know how and?—"
"Are you trying to get me to give you a blowjob?" I manage.
"No! I mean, yes? I do want one anytime you'd be willing to— I mean—" He runs a hand through his glitter-filled hair. "First I want to give you one. But I don't know what to do, and I want to be good at it…"
"Gavin."
He looks down at me, some of his confidence returns when he widens those gorgeous brown eyes and says. "Teach me, Doc?"
He starts to kneel, and holy fuck, that's an image, but?—
"Bed," I manage. "Sit on the bed."
"But—"
"I'm a hands-on teacher." I guide him to sit on the edge. "Very hands-on."
I drop to my knees between his spread thighs. His mouth falls open.
"Holy shit."
"First lesson," I say, hands sliding up his thighs. "It's all about enthusiasm..."
Chapter 23
Ten Out of Ten, Would Recommend
Gavin
My brain completely short-circuits. My man is on his knees between my legs, looking up at me with those dark eyes that see right through me.
"First lesson," Doc says, hands sliding up my thighs. "It's all about enthusiasm."
